~VioletCherry342~

Kurt walked over to his locker, humming "Defying Gravity" too low for anyone to really hear. It had been stuck in his head all week, not that he minded. He'd been considering that his theme song lately. Which helped him ignore the Neanderthals harassing him so badly. They'd been progressively getting worse and worse lately, and the soprano had made an investment in a bottle of ivory cover-up to hide the bruise on his jaw that Az had given him from decking him in the jaw for no apparent reason. And then he claimed he was just laughing at something Karofsky said and "didn't see the kid." It amazed Kurt how he could use terms like that when they were the same age . . .

The countertenor opened his locker door, smiling at the picture of Blaine Anderson, his boyfriend, that was pinned there. He sighed; God, he missed him. He hadn't seen him for two weeks - and that may not sound like a long time, but it was, okay? And right now, he could care less about the No-Cell-Phones-On-School-Grounds rule. He pulled his phone out of his locker, and sent the Warbler, "Hey. I miss you. Can we meet up?"

It barely took a minute. "You bad boy, you're not supposed to text me right now! ;)"

Kurt laughed, and blushed when people noticed, replying, "Shut up, dork! Answer the question."

"Well," it said, "I was going to say 'Coffee shop' on 'Saturday', but I'm thinking maybe you don't want to now. :("

"Aw, I'm sorry." He shook his head; Kurt didn't think he'd ever known such a nerd. "Please? I'll make it up to you, promise."

"Well...Okay. Since you're so cute, I forgive you. 1 work for you?"

Kurt laughed again at the over-usage of L's in "Well" (17 if you counted), sending back just as the bell rang; "Thanks, baby. See you then. :) Love you."

"Love you, too. =]"

Kurt smiles and stuffed his phone back in his bag, grabbing the few books he needed, and pushing them in after the iPhone. And, no exaggeration, he turned around to walk down the hall, and Grayson Smith - one of Karofsky's shadows - grabbed his shoulder and sent him into the lockers hard enough to bruise on contact.

.*.~.*.~.*.~.*.

Grayson, Az and David glanced down the hall when there was a quite random, lonely laugh that broke through the average murmur. Hummel, leaning on the locker next to his opened one, texting his boyfriend, they all assumed.

Azimio rolled his eyes. "God, that kid just screams 'Virgin!'"

David snorted. "Tell me about it."

"Good to know you're both paying attention," Grayson stated, snorting. "And if your so concerned about it, why don't you fix it? Az?"

Azimio looked like Grayson just called him a MILF, his eyes growing to the size of saucers. "Holy fuck, ICK! Let David handle the fairy."

"Yeah, right," David scoffed.

Grayson, however, smirked at Karofsky. "Not for money?"

Karofsky lifted a brow. "What are you asking?"

"It's not an 'Ask.' It's a bet."

"Oh, Christ," Azimio hissed.

"Alright, I'll bite. Continue." David crossed his arms, leaning against the locker doors.

"Get SongBird in bed. Willingly. Fuck the V-Card into the mattress, by the end of the month, and I'll cough up one hundred dollars," He offered.

Azimio burst out laughing. "Ha! Okay, I'll cough up the same."

"Nice," Grayson said. "Two hundred bucks, and the thrill of ruining that little boyfriend of his..."

David looked over at Kurt, snickering like a smitten little girl over whatever his choir boy was saying to him, acting like he was the only one in the world who could possibly get his attention. "A'ight," He said. "Cool. That's an easy three figures."

"Sure it is," Grayson said sarcastically. "You scare the life out of him, man."

"Yeah, but I've never flirted with him before," He stated. "That kid'll have his legs spread in a heartbeat."

"You better hope." Azimio smirked.

"No need. I'm gonna go romance him now."

"Allow me to start it off. Az?"

The two of them waltzed down the hall as Kurt was packing his bag, and when the smaller boy turned around, he got thrown back into the lockers, the rattle echoing throughout the halls.

.*.~.*.~.*.~.*.

"What in the hell is wrong with you two?" Kurt boomed, ignoring the pain that was taking over his lower back.

"Oooh, sorry, Song Bird," Azimio quipped, laughing with Grayson as they sauntered off.

He sighed, muttering under his breath as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, pulling the books and pencils that had snuck out of his bag as it clattered to the ground, when there was a heavy sigh above him. He instantly tensed, glancing up at Karofsky nervously. He expected a kick to the gut ("Trip") or maybe some obscene gesture referring to Kurt on his knees and David writhing against the wall ("Stretching"), but the larger man leaning down to sit on the floor and help Kurt pick up his things was . . . not on the list of options.

"You okay, man?" Karofsky asked, locking eyes with the still frozen Kurt. "That looked pretty rough."

He blinked, not sure how to react to this. "Uh...?"

David waited, offering Kurt his chemistry book, lifting a brow when he didn't even glance at it. "Did they cut out your tongue when I wasn't looking?"

"Huh?" Kurt flushed at how . . . Finn he just sounded, and took the book sheepishly. "Oh, um..No, they didn't."

"Could've fooled me," Said the footballer, collecting pens off the floor.

"I-I've got it," Kurt protested. "Really, I'm okay."

"Nah, it's no problem," He said, putting them in the pocket of his bag. "See? Done."

"Mhmm," He said, blinking like he thought David was going to disappear and this would be some weird hallucination brought on by hitting his head on the lock of the locker...but no. He was still there.

"Sorry about them," He tried again. "They're pissed at me."

"So they attack me?" Kurt asked, alarms and red flags popping up in his mind. TRAP! TRAP! TRAP! "That makes no sense."

He shrugged. "They want to take you in the locker room during class and rough you up a bit.. I think it's a bad idea."

Kurt's eyes widened, and he pushed himself back a little. "Wh-What?"

That's JUST what he needed to hear; David's goons want to toss him around when no one is around to save him, and David thinks it's a bad idea. Why? Probably because they're on school grounds, or maybe there was the slightest chance someone could help him. He probably wanted to corner Kurt in an alley on a Friday night and beat him to a pulp then leave him to bleed out.

But instead, he said, "I told them it's too risky, but . . . I don't want them to hurt you, Kurt."

And that royally through him off. One, he'd never heard David call him anything but "Hummel", "Faggot" or "Cocksucker" when he was feeling extremely bold. His actual name was a new one.. Also, he doesn't want him hurt? Please! He was the main reason for the several bruises strewn out on his body, and now he didn't want to hurt him? That's it. This isn't real. Nope. He passed out on the floor and he's having some creepy hallucination and Karofsky is gonna be wearing a dress any minute now.

"Kurt?" David tries. "Hey, man, you in there?"

"Well!" The smaller boy chirps, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "This has been swell, really, but, uh...I really should be getting to class."

"Can I walk you?"

Stop looking so damn innocent, Kurt mentally scolds. He's not one to bitch someone out, unless they're fighting for his solo, and the fact David is being cute is not helping. "That's really not necessary..."

"C'mon, it's no big deal," He said. The jock noticed the fear in the smaller boys eyes, and sighed. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Fancy."

He sighed, not fully believing that. "...You promise? No hands."

He held up his hands in surrender. "No hands. I won't touch you."

Kurt hesitated a moment, but sighed defeatedly and nodded. "Fine...Just this once."

The taller boy grinned, and they started down the hall, one mentally kicking himself for trusting him, and the other imagining counting out dollar bills.