Nothing as It Seemed

'No, this isn't happening' he thought to himself as he slid down the red locker of the rancid smelling room that he would never be able to think of as anywhere but the scene of the crime from now till the day he dies. Dave 'the Fury' Karofsky had just stolen his first kiss. His first. Well technically not his First but his first that would count. The first that he could think back on and not feeling ashamed of from slipping into a mask of conformity and stick his virginal tongue down Brittany's throat. The one where he was suppose to look back on years from now and smile fondly and maybe even have a quick chuckle at how awkward and oh so right it had felt.

Karofsky had stolen that from him. The brute hadn't even asked before planting a fat one on his plumb, rosy lips. And then he has the audacity to lean in for seconds? Seconds! And the worst part you may ask? The part that will plague Kurt for months to come? He liked it. Hey you could even say he enjoyed the hell out of it.

The roughness, the neediness, the distinct tasted of Karofsky that was still lingering on his lips. He loved every damn second of it and was secretly, okay not so secretly if the tears and look of anguish of his face were anytime to go by, kicking himself for pushing the larger jock away when he leaned in for more.

Two things Kurt Hummel knew for certain. One, he needed to get his pathetic ass up off this dirty ass floor before he ruined his outfit on top of everything else and Two, he needed to feel the press of Dave's (when did he start thinking of him as Dave?) lips on his again, no matter the consequences. He was a man on a mission. He needed to find Dave (shit he did it again!) and talk the boy out of whatever shame spiral he was sure the larger jock was probably in. He charged out the door with a purpose, reached down and scoped up his phone. He glanced down at the message Blaine had sent him, "Courage" and quickly erased it. He'd found his courage and damn if he wasn't gonna use it to make one Dave Karofsky his boy. He barely made it ten steps in the direction he guessed Dave had headed before he was viciously shoved into the nearest locker. Oh but don't worry his face broke the fall for him. "Watch where you're going Fag." Some faceless nobody of a hockey player sneered his way. He'd seen the boy before but after Dave and Azimio he'd started to refer to every other useless jock as Flying Monkey 1, 2 and so on. He, the useless jock responsible for the warm crimson blood currently dripped from his delicate lips was Flying Monkey 8. And just like that, all that courage, all the determination had left him. This was high school. People like him can't afford to have such useless things as courage, or feelings, or a perfectly beautiful unbruised face.

He looked around at all the people who pretended to have not seen what just happened. He knows they have. Santana over there with her pinky linked with Brit's, she noticed. She was trying hard to purposely not look in his direction.

Mike, Puck, Finn, and Sam all huddled together probably talking about sports or some smoking hot chick they want to bang. They had seen, even from his position still sprawled out on the floor he can see the guilt in Mike and Sam's eyes. The cared, just not enough to help. And worst of all, the one that almost ripped his heart from his chest in a single instant. Mercedes. There she was leaning up against a set of lockers with Quinn, perfect little 'I got knocked up but everyone thinks I'm a virgin and oh so innocent' Quinn. He could give her some credit, she looked like she almost wanted to help but Quinn's pale hand on her forearm kept her from coming to the aid of her so called "Boy." Reality hit and it hit hard. He was gay, young, and completely and utterly alone. And it high school that made him the lowest of low. An ameba in the hierarchy that is the high school animal kingdom , not even a ameba he was… well whatever and ameba ate or does an ameba even eat? It's not important. Kurt was a nothing in a sea of somethings and that was soul crushing. He tried to pull himself up with as much dignity as possible only to be knocked down again when he gets to his hands and knees by another passing jock. Thank you very much Flying Monkey 4. It takes everything he has for a second attempted to get off the floor this time he succeeds without another mishap but it doesn't feel like a victory, not even a small one.

He all but runs in whatever direction his toned dancers legs will take him. He finds himself in the abandoned hallway behind the room that Jacob Ben Israel uses to type the worthless excuse for a gossip rag that Kurt won't even use to wipe his own ass with let alone let it bother him what "juicy gossip" is being printed this month.

In this hallway, away for prying, uncaring eyes, Kurt allows himself to crumble piece by piece. He doesn't know how long he's there, the bell rings six times while he sits and he's pretty sure class has ended cause he can no longer hear the thud of human cattle being ushered from one room to another to learn useless shit they'll forget later that day when they're stuffing their brains with porn and sports stats.

He can hear the glee club, his glee club rehearsing their latest number from regional's. Do they notice he's not there? He already knows the answer, and even if they did notice he was gone nobody would care enough to look for him or show any amount to concern.

He is lost in thought he doesn't see the lone figure, the one currently sliding down the wall to sit beside him on the cold unforgiving floor.

"Hey." The word shocks him out of his own little world and he turns his head to look into the last set of eyes he thought he's see at this moment.

"Hey." He whispers hoarsely.

A/N: Hi there! I'm Ash *waves shyly* This is my first Kurtofsky story but I have been shipped this pair for a long while. And I'm practically dancing (in my head of course) now that this is canon. Hopefully this will be a multi-chap story but if I don't get the review I'll think it totally sucks and stop working on it. *hint hint* This story promises lots of angst and feel good moments of victory for both Dave and Kurt so it'll be quite the ride.

I don't have the best rep on here for finishing my stories IE my Star Trek fic where I gave Bones cancer and then left 30 some subscribers hanging or my Covenant story where I took me almost a year to remember I had even written it and to give it an ending which was quite a cruel ending if I do say so. But since Dave and Kurt currently own my heart I'd say that there's a pretty good chance I'll finish. For those wondering about the title it's a song called Nothing as It Seemed by Katie Prior, and I strongly recommend you download it.

It to me should be Dave official song cuz to me its about hiding who you are and how you can't hide forever. And can be downloaded here. .?artistid=9176 Sorry no link, I'm HTML retarded

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