This is my first fic so please be gentle ;P

Senior Year; a Kurtofsky Chronicle

Chapter One: A Whiff and a Whisper

It was the last week of August as David Karofsky walked through the front doors of McKinley High School with his breath held, like he was diving into a very deep pool. All around him students swam around like separate schools of fish, all keeping to their own kind as each desperately clung to their little cliques for survival.

As he crossed the threshold he noticed the familiar looks of fear and apprehension plastered on the other students' faces when they looked at him, the usually crowded hallway parting to let him pass, and it only meant one thing: things were still the same. He was still Karofsky, still on top. At this he slowly exhaled, eyes scanning the crowd for the familiar red letterman jackets of his fellow jocks. In the back of his mind he was aware of a tinge of disappointment. It was going to be another year of hiding.

Before he had gone very far, Karofsky caught a whiff of something sweet: the smell of strawberries and cream. Immediately his palms started to sweat and his eyes darted from side to side, searching for the source of the aroma. Oh shit! No please, I don't want to deal with this on the first day! he thought to himself. Fortunately he had caught sight of the smaller boy and ducked behind a post before he was noticed. Whew! He breathed a sigh of relief as Kurt Hummel walked past his hiding spot excitedly talking with his best friend, Mercedes Jones.

"He actually said he loved me!" Hummel said with an excited squeal.

The words shot through Karofsky's body like a bolt of lightning, burning his insides. Hummel's boyfriend said he loved him? Karofsky thought to himself. Wait, why the hell should I care? That kiss was nothing. It meant nothing.

Even as he thought the words, he knew somewhere inside himself they weren't true, but he was pulled from his musings by a rough slap on the back of his neck.

"Ow! What the fuck- Az!" he turned to see his best friend doubled over with laughter.

"What's wrong DK? (a nickname Azimio had given him in elementary school since their favorite video game character was Donkey Kong at the time) Get soft on me during the summer?" he teased through random fits of laughter.

"Fuck you!" Karofsky said as he punched his friend in the arm. "That frikken hurt asshole!"

Azimio continued laughing as he and Karofsky sauntered down the halls playfully jabbing each other and throwing around insults. They were soon joined by their fellow lettermaned jocks and proceeded to recount their summer vacation stories.

Karofsky looked back and caught the Hummel boy staring after him. Kurt gave him a sad smile and subtle wave of the fingers before turning back to his group of Gleek friends. Karofsky half smiled back, but quickly snapped his face back to normal when he noticed Puckerman looking in his direction over Kurt's shoulder. He grimaced at the other boy before turning back to his own crew. Shit I hope he didn't see that. It still wouldn't be obvious would it? Karofsky thought to himself while pretending to be listening as one of his buddies recounted his summer conquests. I mean they know I'm trying to smooth things over with Hummel right? Even if the Bullywhips are done I'm not going back to people thinking I'm a homophobe. I can't afford to get expelled again. I can't afford to let Hummel think I'm going backwards…

In the back of his mind he pictured the smooth pink lips of Kurt Hummel and the playful way his fingers had wiggled when he did that little wave. He even noticed how the smaller boy had his weight on one leg, his hip slightly poked out to the side, and his butt- No, no, no! Fuck! Stop that shit you stupid brain! I do NOT want to think about Hummel! Karofsky said trying to shake the mental image of the smaller boy's cute butt from his mind.

"You OK DK?" Azimio asked elbowing him gently.

"Y-yeah. Just still a bit tired. Way too fucking early in the morning," he chuckled. The other boy smirked and nodded, but his eyes lingered for a moment more on his friend, noting the slight nervous smirk on his face. It was the same smirk he always had when he was lying, but Azimio didn't push it.

The first bell rang signaling the start of the school day as Karofsky and his group fist bumped and slapped each other, bidding their farewells before joining the queue of students heading to their classes. I guess I'll worry about it later. He told himself before he and Azimio headed to first-period World Literature.

Kurt Hummel couldn't concentrate in his third-period French class. He was fixated on a thin band of silver that hung around his neck, a small round locket at the end. It contained two pictures on either wall: one of him, the other of his boyfriend, Blaine. I love you… The smooth voice of the Dalton Academy heartthrob echoed in his head.

He sat in the back of the classroom fingering the locket and thinking back to the scene at the café just three months ago. I love you too. He had said, though admittedly a little less enthusiastically than even he would have hoped. Why had he hesitated?

Staring outside through the window on his right he thought about what his boyfriend was doing right now. Probably in his Music Theory class. He thought as his mind flashed again to the "I love you". Kurt gave a heavy sigh and attempted to focus on the teacher who was explaining the rules of the verb couche, to sleep. The class snickered as one of the girls in the front recalled the verb used in the Mulan Rouge movie: "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ces soir?" she sang, in the wrong key. The other students giggled and teacher tapped her ruler on the board, a little red and smiling nervously. This only made the class giggle harder.

Kurt found his own face feeling a little hot as his mind slowly translated the lyrics: "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" He couldn't help but to picture being on stage in one of those sexually explicit, albeit a tad bit tacky can-can costumes singing those words to Blaine.

He shook his head and let out another deep sigh. Blaine and he wouldn't be doing anything like that any time soon. We've barely even gotten past kissing. He thought. I mean, am I not attractive to him? Why wouldn't he want to…well to "hit this"! he wondered, getting frustrated.

It had been three months ago that they had said they loved each other. But we haven't said it since… And we're still on chaste kisses on the hand and cheek. I mean, come on! Kurt pouted a little, crossing his arms and staring back out of the window. He noticed the reflection of the hallway corner in the window and his eyes widened when he saw a streak of red flash by. His eyes snapped to the doorway just in time to see a familiar figure disappearing around the corner heading towards the bathrooms.

"David Karofsky…" he caught himself whispering, almost longingly…

So yeah... this might suck, but please let me know what you think. I was just testing the waters so to speak with this, but I want to know if I should continue. I have a lot of ideas for it, so if people like it please let me know. Reviews would be appreciated! XOXO

~Jay