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gLee

If you asked Kurt Hummel what he feared, he would give you a practical response. Which is strange, when you consider he hasn't even been on this earth for two decades, and for most people, it takes a lifetime to discover the true simplicity of what they fear.

But Kurt was not most people. He was intelligent, something he took great pride in. He took pride in his outfits, but clothes could be easily ruined by one person, so easily taken away. Above all, Kurt knew how easily clothes were ruined. He took great pride in his intelligence. It was his ability to speak so well, even in times of great emotional trauma, that separated him from the baboons he was forced to mingle with. His intelligence, unlike clothes, could never be taken from him.

Kurt Hummel was smart, logical. And he understood, logically speaking, the simplicity of what he feared. He took great pride in his ability to understand what others couldn't. He feared not being able to understand what others clearly could. Even simpler, he feared not being able to understand.

And he had no idea how or why or even when this happened. One moment he was screaming at the top of his lungs and Karofsky was about to punch him-

And the next moment, there were hands cupping his cheeks, tight enough that he couldn't pull away, but not so tight they hurt. And there were lips massaging his own in a way Brittany's badly aimed stage kisses certainly didn't... And... And...

And he had no idea how or why or even when this happened.

Karofsky pulled away, and Kurt's accusatory finger fell, and there was great emotion in the jock's eyes Kurt found himself unable to grasp, he couldn't even make sense the twisty, turny feeling in his stomach. All this... All this... All this stuff that just happened, he just couldn't understand. And that terrified him.

Karofsky leaned in again, and Kurt pushed him away, he couldn't deal with any more. He flinched as Karofsky hit a locker then ran away.

Kurt prided himself on his intelligence, on his ability to comprehend things his dad didn't even attempt to understand, on his ability to put together sentences so profound people did a double take.

But he felt dumber than a calf that moment. He didn't know what just happened. He was stunned into speechlessness. And that terrified him.

gLee

TBC...maybe. Because I do have a continued plot idea for it, with this being a kind of a prologue. If you want a second chapter, tell me.