Stupid Boy

A satisfied smirk graced Kurt Hummel's face as he strode down the hall's of McKinley High with a confidence he almost thought he would never feel again.

Today had gone better than expected.

Not that he was regretting the transfer back to his school, quite the contrary.

He was glad to be back; back to his friends, back to New Directions, back to his family. However, he would be lying if he hadn't been nervous at the beginning of the day.

David Karofsky. The whole reason for all the chaos that occurred in the last couple months. The narrow-minded closeted jerk who was determined make Kurt's life a living hell from day one was why the young Hummel was dreading the day just mere hours before.

He had long ago gotten over the fear for the bully, or else he wouldn't have transfered, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to being reacquainted to the sharp pain that was associated to a swift shove into a metal locker.

However, the day had gone by. No locker shoves, not even a welcome back slushie from the local footbal team.

Actually, Kurt stopped mid step for a fraction of a second, he hadn't seen the Neanderthal himself save a brief eye flicker upon arriving at the school…

Before he thought more on this, Kurt Hummel shook his head, opting rather to accept he good fortune before he went and jinxed his luck.

So onward Kurt continued down the hallway towards the doors and to his car. Glee Club had been canceled this afternoon in favor of a predetermined party for Kurt's transfer. A flush of appreciation graced the boy's face at the thought of the whole club chipping in to reserve Breadstix for a whole hour; it felt good to have been missed so much.

It was only when Kurt passed by the music room did his radiant smile drop.

It took him a moment to make sure that, no, he wasn't hallucinating, and yes, that was music coming out through the door that was slightly left ajar. And considering the whole club, sans Kurt of course, was on their way, if not already there, at Breadstix, it was safe to say that an intruder was making use of New Direction's room.

Fearing the worst (something along the lines of the football players defacing the room) Kurt pivoted quickly and rushed to the door. Upon seeing the familiar red of the school's letterman jacket, it took everything for Kurt not to barge in there and give the intruder a piece of his mind.

However when his brain caught up with him, Kurt froze, listening as the jock slowly strummed a soft tune on the band's guitar that had been left behind.

Kurt would recognize the build anywhere: this was Dave Karofsky, however the fact that the meat-head could play an instrument at ease momentarily stupefied Kurt.
That was, until a voice joined the music.

Well, he was precious like a flower
He grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
He was everything beautiful and different

Something in Kurt's stomach fluttered at the sound of the soft baritone. His mind drew up a blank. This could not be David Karofsky, because, just the thought of an ounce of talent coming from this…this…. Neanderthal made Kurt's blood boil…and stomach churn. Or at least, he thought it was churning.

Stupid boy, you can't fence that in
Stupid boy, it's like holdin' back the wind

Kurt let himself reflect on the song choice. It fit Karofsky's vocal's very nicely, but he had a feeling something more…personal was behind it.

He laid his heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole his every dream and you crushed his plans
He never even knew he had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice he hears is telling him he can't
Stupid boy, stupid boy

Kurt recognized the alteration. This was…about him.

So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it, push it around?

Kurt's heart tugged at the sound of pure anguish that came through the larger boy's mouth. Then, he quickly recoiled in disgust. He was not feeling pity for his tormentor.

I guess to build yourself up so high
You had to take him and break him down

For everything that he had put Kurt through, David Karfosky deserved to wallow in his teenage angst. Kurt should feel satisfied right now….but he didn't.

Well, he laid </b>his</b> heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole his every dream and you crushed his plans
He never even knew he had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice he hears is telling her he…he can't

Kurt noticed the waver in Dave's voice as the onlder boy choked on a sob, but continued.

You stupid boy, oh, you always had to be right
But now you lost the only thing
That ever made you feel alive

Kurt watched numbly as his ex-bully collapsed to the ground, guitar forgotten. How…how could Karfosky look so broken?

Kurt watched, forzen in an odd combination of horror and pity as the older boy was unable to coherency finish the song through his sobs.

Making up his mind, Kurt silently made his way into the near empty room, closing the door behind him.

Maybe it was something he ate this morning, or the sincerity of the song, but Kurt made up his mind and made his way to Dave, before sitting down softly.
The jock didn't even bother acknowledging Kurt's presence, although Kurt knew that Dave noticed him.

The silence that followed was nearly unbearable.

Kurt raised a hesitant hand to Karofsky's shoulder. David didn't even so much as flinch; he was too tired. Tired of everything; the bullying, the lying, the pain….

Kurt didn't even bat an eye when Dave's swiftly turned and buried his head onto his shoulder. He wasn't afraid any more, and shouldn't be.

David's actions spoke louder than words.

I'm sorry.

But so did Kurts as he silently comforted the boy.

Apology Accepted.