Heart Break Warfare- Chapter Three
Title: HeartBreak Warfare - Chapter 3/10
Author: Qualli
Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Rating: PG13
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst
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 3
"I know what I'm doing." Kurt rolled his eyes and patted Mercedes arm, linked through one of his own.
"What you're doing," Santana said, sitting down behind them, "is talking to the guy who turned your head into a piñata. By the way? Bald? Totally not your look," she informed him, inspecting her nails casually.
"I like it," Brittany defended Kurt. "He looks like a baby."
Kurt closed his eyes.
And really the truth was, he wasn't sure what he was doing. Not exactly. He had a general plan. Talk to Karofsky, semi-privately this time; get him to admit he was gay. Maybe get him to apologize for the unwanted kiss, and the stairs, and... Well the point was, Karofsky had a lot to apologize for.
Then what? Well then, hopefully, Karofsky would find someone to gay-talk to, and wouldn't need to shove people down stairs to convince himself he was straight. The only flaw in that plan was that Kurt was pretty much the only person anyone could gay-talk to in this school. Ms. Pillsbury didn't even have any decent pamphlets about it.
Okay, so maybe his plan should be to talk to Karofsky, get him to admit he was gay, then give him some pamphlets and maybe a gay-helpline number or something. Really, if anyone could use a helpline it was Karofsky. And he thought he had been so screwed up about the whole liking boys thing.
"OW!" He turned and glared at Puck, who had just thumped him on the, fortunately non-damaged, side of the head. "What is your problem?" he hissed.
"Dude, you've been like sleeping the whole time Schue was talking. He welcomed you back and everything."
Kurt rubbed his head, then blinked at Schue who was staring at him in concern. He didn't even remember Schue coming in.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"No problem," Mister Schuester assured him. "Are you feeling okay?"
Kurt sighed. "I'm fine."
"All right." The teacher didn't sound too convinced but let it slide.
"As I was saying, since Kurt can't participate as much for the next few weeks. We'll be focusing on choosing songs, plotting choreography, costumes..."
Damn, his dad must have beaten him to Mr. Schue. He had been hoping he could just pretend everything was normal while in glee.
"I can do costumes," he volunteered, ignoring the groans from the guys.
"I'm not wearing a boa," Artie joked.
Mr. Schue shot the boys a warning look. "That sounds great, Kurt. All right guys," he said, uncapping his marker. "Songs. Throw them at me."