Heart Break Warfare- Chapter One
Title: HeartBreak Warfare - Chapter 1/10
Author: Qualli
Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Rating: PG13
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Agst
Warning: Language, Violence
Spoilers: up to 2x06, splits from there into an AU
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit
Notes: Thanks to got2lovemel for the wonderful beta!
Summary: After a horrible accident, Kurt finds himself with an unlikely protector.
Chapter 1
It had been two weeks, Kurt thought with a sigh. He sat patiently while his dad shaved his head, again. Doctor's orders.
He looked in the mirror, still mildly horrified. Pale and bald, with a huge, fresh scar running from the corner of his left eye, past his ear and nearly to the crown. Still red and puffy, it would be at least another three weeks before he could start growing his hair again. And that was if things went perfectly.
If he was going to be bald, god forbid he would be stubbly, or just have a stripe missing like Finn had suggested. At least his dad was handy with an electric razor.
Kurt was going back to school today, against doctor's orders, for a few hours. He had told his dad not to press charges, so it would be Dave Karofsky's first day back to school from suspension. That might have had something to do with his decision to be there.
He wasn't sure why he didn't just have that delinquent locked up. But the rumor mill convinced him he had made the right decision. Apparently the shock of nearly killing someone had extinguished 'the fury', and Jacob, somehow, got footage of him mumbling, over and over, "I didn't mean to" before throwing up all over a cop.
It was weird. First the guy shoves him down a staircase, splitting his head open, bruising his ribs-Kurt didn't even think about the seizures that lasted a week afterwards-then Karofsky shows up at the hospital, parents in tow, only to be run off by an angry Burt Hummel. The whole fiasco gave him a headache, frankly.
"Are you sure about this, kiddo?" his dad fussed, handing him a silk head scarf. Kurt deftly tied it, protecting the fresh injury from the fedora he sat down on his head. He had to admit, he looked a little demented but it was better than people gaping at the wound. Or his bald head. He hadn't had time to go shopping, but Blaine had picked him out a nice grey scarf that went with a lot of his outfits.
"I'm sure Dad," he repeated, for the fifth time. "One class and Glee. Take it easy. No dancing. Don't get too excited; call you if I get a headache. I know."
The headaches worried his father the most. Kurt remembered a few times, that first week, when a sudden headache meant an oncoming seizure. But it had been seven days, counting yesterday, that he had been fine. They had been scary, but temporary; even his doctor grudgingly agreed he was on the slow path to recovery.
The seizures had been related to the head injury, and as it healed, the seizures had stopped. But overdoing it still gave him headaches, so he was supposed to take things easy for as long as possible.
Right.
He let his dad drive him to school. And lo and behold, as soon as his dad had arrived, Kurt spotted just the man he was looking for, smoking a cigarette in his car between classes.
Gathering up his courage, and checking to make sure that Finn, Puck and a few others were not so discreetly watching him, Kurt strode up to the window and knocked. The window rolled down slowly and he waved the smoke away from his face, leaning a hip against the door.
"Dave Karofsky. We need to talk."