Last Time: "You're amazing."

"And you're beautiful." Blaine replied.

"And you're both in public. Go easy on the gay." We both looked up at the voice to find a figure wearing red looming over us.

I gaped in shock and fear. "Why are you following us?"

"Because I can. I need to know why my star Cheerio isn't on the field practicing." Coach Sylvester replied easily.

I frowned. "No disrespect meant, but I quit the Cheerios last year, Coach."

"You don't quit. I either kick you off or you die." She shrugged. "You also never gave back the uniform, Porcelain."

Awkwardly detangling myself from Blaine, I stood at my fullest possible height (which wasn't much next to Ms. Sylvester) and attempted to look her in the eye. "It's in my closet. I'll bring it back on Monday."

"Fine. You wanna quit, that's on you. You're lucky I sort of like you, Porcelain. And because of that, I'm obliged to tell you that you're skipping school, and while I admire your daring, that is illegal. I was just here to throw sticks at the homeless and shout at the elderly when I noticed you and your new boy toy sucking face. So I'm not following you, Porcelain. I actually sort of like you, despite your love of musicals and a boyfriend whose hair has the gel equivalent of Barbra Striesand's nose. But I think you two need to get back to class."

"I-I can't go back to school right now." I stammered, remembering Karofsky. He'd probably told the whole school by now that I'd tried to make out with him. Ugh.

"And why's that?" She looked vaguely intrigued. "No spare change of clothes for a slushie attack?"

"I was attacked, just not by a slushie..." my voice trailed off precariously.

"Who was it? I'll egg his car." Ms. Sylvester shrugged.

"A homophobic, closeted jock who apparently likes to take out his sexual confusion and frustration on my lips." My entire body began to shake and Blaine gripped my shoulders. "It's okay." He said. "Calm down."

"You were sexually harassed? Give me a name and I'll have him expelled in a heartbeat, I guarantee it." She looked more than vaguely intrigued now. Ms. Sylvester looked angry.

"D-D-Dave Karofsk-ky." I burst into tears again and Blaine pulled me into his arms, letting my sobs and tears be absorbed into his blazer. I just felt so violated. Like my face had been raped and defiled. Blaine rubbed soft, soothing circles on my back, crooning softly in my ear, "I won't let him touch you ever again. He won't hurt you anymore, I swear."

"You got that right, curly top." My former coach agreed. "Although a hamhock like him didn't strike me as the closeted type. Mark my words, Porcelain. He'll be expelled from all Lima Public Schools if I have anything to say about it. I will not tolerate this type of bullying in my school."

"I-I really appreciate this, Ms. Sylvester," I sniffed, wiping my cheeks. I was tired of crying. Soon I wouldn't have any tears left.

When I walked into Glee 20 minutes late, it was like someone had set off a nuclear bomb. I was under attack by hugs and demands for a 'full story'. Was this how Britney Spears felt after she shaved off all her hair? "Whoa, whoa, guys, GUYS! What exactly happened?" I asked, trying to pry Brittany's fingers from my around my waist.

"Why don't you tell us?" Santana was the only member of the club who hadn't stood up when I entered, and she sat calmly, filing her nails and eyeing me with mild interest.

"So Ms. Sylvester is walking down the hallway with the usual nasty look on her face, angry as ever. Karofsky tried to slushie Mercedes and she just snapped. I have honestly never seen her move that fast." Rachel began.

"It was terrifying. She was like some kind of mongoose-cobra hybrid." Mike shivered softly.

"Mike, mongooses eat cobras." Tina interjected.

"We're getting off topic!" Rachel snapped. "Anyways, she ran over to them, grabbed the slushie, and dumped it on Karofsky's head."

"She did what?" My mouth dropped open.

"She slushied Karofsky and yelled, and I quote, "Never touch a Cheerio, former or not." Then she dragged him down the hallway by his ear. While dragging him, she continued to yell things about 'sweet Porcelain', 'locker room', 'sexual harassment', and 'expulsion from all Lima schools.'" With that, Rachel Berry had begun the Spanish Inquisition on me.

"Dude, has Karofsky been, like... coming onto you?"

"Why didn't you tell us? We would have kicked his ass."

"Why did you skip after lunch? I didn't see you in 5th hour."

"Where did you go?"

"GUYS! SHUT UP!" I yelled, exasperated, and everyone jumped. "I can't answer all you questions if you keep talking. I had a really long day that I will talk about when I am ready. A lot of stuff happened to me today and I just need a little time to process it all. Can I please sit down now?" I strode to the middle row and plopped into an empty seat. Taking a bottle of aspirin and an Aquafina out of my messenger bag, I swallowed two and put my bag at my feet. The rest of Glee swarmed around my chair like moths to a flame. Just then, Mr. Schuester walked in the door. "Hey guys, I'll ignore that some of you are late if you'll ignore that I'm the latest." He said, grinning.

No one laughed. "Guys, what's wrong? I feel like I'm missing something here." Mr. Schue said.

"It's Kurt. Something happened with him and Karofsky and he won't tell us." Rachel quickly spoke up and I shot her an annoyed look. What part of 'I don't want to talk about it right now,' didn't she understand?

"Kurt, what's going on?"

I sighed, the throbbing in my skull only seemingly growing worse with aspirin. "You know what? Fine. If I don't tell you, you'll just speculate amongst yourselves and make it worse. So since you won't respect my privacy, I'll just have to share all of my business. Long story short, Karofsky kissed me."

Another nuclear bomb, this time of exclamations of shock and disbelief, exploded the room.

"What. The. Hell."

"Are you serious?"

"Karofsky's gay?"

"I. Can't. Even. Process."

"No way. No fucking way."

"This isn't possible."

"He's, like, the biggest homophobe there is."

"I think I'm going to hurl now."

"This is really freaky."

"What. In. The. Actual. Fuck."

"Kurt, are you okay?" Brittany's soft voice somehow rose above the rest, quieting everyone as a wave of guilt crashed over them. Britt sat on my right, her blue eyes wide and concerned, and I felt a rush of affection for the Cheerio. She sincerely cared.

"Other my face being severely violated, yes, I'm fine, Britt. Thanks for asking," I took her hand and glared icily at the rest of the club. She smiled, no doubt happy to be holding my soft hand again. The door opened again and I sighed. Who the hell was it now?

A very familiar boy, with dark hair and a navy blue blazer, strolled into the choir room, seemingly without a care in the world. He continued walking up to my chair, and I could only watch, dazed. He pulled me up by my hand and kissed me deeply, sending shivers down my spine. As he broke away, there was yet another explosion. "Sorry, guys." I said, trying to hide a grin. "You never let me finish my story."

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