What if: What if Kurt hadn't been able to push Karofsky away? Would it have ended the same? Let's find out...

Chapter 1

Kurt smiled as he walked slowly through the school hallway, reading the text he had received from Blaine. COURAGE. That was what he needed. And he would gain it. Maybe not all at once but he was planning on it. And with the Glee club and Blaine on his side, how could he NOT gain that? He was so wrapped up in his happy musings that he didn't see Dave Karofsky stomping down the halls towards him.

Dave was glaring at the little gay freak, smiling so innocently at his cell phone. Why the hell was he smiling? Why wasn't he paying attention to him? It made no sense! Karofsky was big, tall, and strong. He was a force to be reckoned with! Kurt had been the object of his desires for so long. He should be able to now SENSE when he was approaching. But no, it was like the guy didn't even care. Stupid faggot. He needed to remember who it was that should be getting all of his attention! So Karofsky stomped forward and smacked the cell out of the young singer's hand. Kurt looked up in surprise only to find himself practically thrown into the lockers. Kurt stood there in shock and looked over at Karofsky who was watching him coldly as he walked backwards before finally turning away and heading to the lockers. Inwardly he felt a sense of accomplishment. Kurt had looked at him again.

Meanwhile Kurt was realizing, now was the time for his courage. And it burst from him in the form of anger. "HEY!" He shouted at the football player, shoving himself off of the lockers and running after him. He ran to the locker room, slamming the door open. "I AM TALKING TO YOU!" he shouted at him. Karofsky stood in front of the lockers, calmly pulling items he needed out of it. Inwardly Kurt was a little nervous, being alone with him in a room. No witnesses if Karofsky tried to kill him. But he put aside his fear and kept his anger up where he could reach it. Inside of Karofsky, he felt shocked. Kurt had run after him? This was different. Oh well. Karofsky reached into the locker. "Girl's locker room is next door." He said gruffly.

"What is your problem?" Kurt demanded, striding up to him with no fear. Karofsky turned to him. "Excuse me?" "What are you so scared of?" Kurt said. Scared? Dave Karofsky was scared of nothing! " 'sides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?" He said, leaning forward towards the little gay boy before turning to place the next set of items on the bench. Of all the stupid... Kurt thought, "Oh yeah, every straight guys nightmare! That all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you! Well guess what Hamhock, You're. Not. My. Type." He had to make this perfectly clear. Maybe then this idiotic jock would leave him the hell alone!

Karofsky wasn't expecting that sting. But there it was. He turned threateningly towards Kurt. "That right?" he demanded, the threat of a punch in the air. "Yeah." Kurt said, leaning in slightly to make his point clear. "I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and will be bald by the time they're thirty!" Karofsky's face darkened to anger and ever so slightly hinted, pain. "Do NOT push me, Hummel!" He said, raising his fist. Time to scare the guy away, before he lost it. Kurt glanced at the fist. "You gonna hit me?" He demanded, looking back at the bully. "Do it." Dave slammed the locker shut with his free hand. "Don't Push Me!" the jock warned. Kurt wasn't backing down. So he was going to get another bruise, big deal. It was time someone stood up against this cave man. "Hit me." He said, not blinking. "Because it's not going to change who I am! You can't punch the gay out of me anymore than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!" "I SAID GET OUT OF MY FACE!" Dave fairly screamed at him. It seemed like Kurt's words were hitting home. He had to bring down the house now, he was a diva after all. He raised a finger, pointing at Dave, letting his own anger show. "You are NOTHING but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"

It snapped in Dave then. Kurt was back talking him. Standing up to him. His skin all aglow with his emotions. Those perfect soft lips taunting him. Why couldn't Kurt just understand? Dave couldn't hold back, not with Kurt looking so perfect and hot right now. He had to know, that was why he was taunting him! Dave grabbed Kurt's face with both of his hands and kissed him before either of them knew what he was doing. And once their lips connected it was like a fire spread in Dave. It was beautiful and perfect and wonderful. It was Kurt. It was everything he wanted and needed and dreamed. He worked his lips over Kurt's passionately before finally pulling back with a whimper. Kurt seemed to be frozen, and in reality his brain had just completely shut down. He drew in a small gasp of air as he stared at this big jock in shock. Not only had his first kiss been STOLEN but it was by...by... this NEANDRETHAL!

Dave could feel Kurt's pulse from where he still cupped the young Hummel's face. It was beating so fast. He had done that. Not through pain or the threat of destroying his gooey handbag...or whatever the hell it was. But because of a kiss that had felt so perfectly right. And Kurt still wasn't moving. For the first time since Dave had started watching him, Kurt Hummel was perfectly silent. And so Dave took this opportunity to kiss him again, turning him and backing him up against the lockers. One hand kept a firm grip on Kurt's neck, his thumb gently stroking along his jaw and up to his ear and back again. His other hand slid down and came to rest on Kurt's waist. So slim. So perfect. Everything about this moment was perfect. He continued to work this kiss, licking at the lips before him.

That seemed to be all Kurt needed in order to regain mental status again. He let out a whimper as he pushed and struggled to break free. Karofsky was too big, strong, and focused on the kiss to realize it at first, but when he did he broke his lips away and looked down at Kurt. Kurt twisted this way and that and pushed with all his might. "Let me go!" He tried to shout, but it came out as more of a gasping whimper. And Dave did, letting his hands come to rest on either side of the soprano. "What?" He demanded. Kurt now knew his secret. And he didn't care at the moment. He just wanted to continue kissing him until Kurt was gasping, writhing, and crying out in pleasure. Kurt wouldn't look at him, he kept his head away in shame. His handed still resting on Dave's chest as he tried in vain to push him away still. Dave smirked at his attempts and leaned down, his breath grazing Kurt's oh so nipable ear. "What?" He asked again, this time as a whisper. It was getting hard to resist attacking that ear. But he pulled back enough to look at Kurt as the kid shifted. Kurt looked up at him with tears in his eyes and Dave felt a bit shocked. Tears? Why the hell is he crying? I didn't shove him hard against the lockers...well...not in here. He thought. Kurt glared at him, his tears spilling over. "I hate you." He managed to hiss out at him with all the venom he could muster. And Dave let his shock show on his face. Hate? No one could hate him after a kiss like that! It simply was impossible! "Hummel-" He began, but Kurt finally managed to shove him back enough to move away from him. Kurt kept his back to Dave. In his mind this was the lowest thing anyone had ever done to him. And that included the time in middle school when someone had stolen his clothes and spray painted 'fag' on his chest. Kurt wouldn't look at him. "Stay away from me. I hate you! Loathe you with every fiber of my being!" And then he walked away. Dave felt confused and hurt. He let out a cry and slammed his hands on the lockers angrily. This could have gone better...