A/N: Okay, it’s official. I am one of those people that get their ideas while in the shower….or while driving….but not at the same time!

I was in the shower earlier (duh!) when I started to have a “what if…” scenario forming in my head. It mainly started with either Kurt or Blaine exclaiming, “What the Hell’s he doing here?!” and this was born.

On a side note, I am and forever will be a Klaine shipper. I don’t diss on fans of other ships, but for the record, I don’t support or ship Kurtofsky. I can understand (sorta) why others like it since it’s pretty similar to the plot of Hey Arnold, where the bully and victim develop a relationship….

…Or they would have if the second movie had been made! DARN YOU NICKELODEON FOR WUSSING OUT ON BARTLETT’S MOVIE IDEA!!!

….Sorry, rant’s over now. Anyway, I can see why people might like the Kurtofsky pairing, and I respect other fans by not trolling on them, but I am not a fan personally.
So, getting back on track, I had an idea of what would happen if Karofsky had dealt with his sexuality issues before Kurt transferred back (*VERY LATE SPOILERS*) but decided he needed closure from Kurt first before fully accepting himself and joining up with New Directions. To do this, he would have to come face-to-face with his old victim in order to apologize and try to make amends, hence the title. This story was spun off from the idea of how Blaine, New Direction, and even the Warblers would react to this meeting.

I do not own Glee, the characters, nor am I making money of this….Darn it.

Being called in for an” Emergency” Warblers meeting during after school hours, during which he had made plans with Blaine for an ice cream date right after their last class, was definitely not on Kurt’s list of things he wanted to do for the day. Listening to other members of the Warblers, mainly Wes, argue and lecture in that uptight, stiflingly proper tone just soured Kurt’s mood even further. The only consolation was the warm, slightly calloused hand entwined with his own as Blaine sat close beside him, looking just as bored and put out as he did.

Kurt felt a swell of warmth and excited giddiness as he held his boyfriend’s hand intimately in his own, wrapping those tanned fingers with his slim, pale ones in a loving embrace. He could feel the corners of his mouth threaten rebellion with the sheer need to grin like an idiot when he contemplated their recent exchange of feelings during what they had come to call “The Kliss” before Regionals. Heck, if they had been anywhere else, Kurt wouldn’t have hesitated in smiling till his face hurt and start giggling like a love-struck school-girl.

However, they were currently stuck in a ridiculous meeting as the council (still mainly Wes) was trying to go over what they could have done to win Regionals and what they needed to work on for their next competition. And Kurt had a feeling that if he abruptly started smiling and shamelessly giggling during this very serious discussion, that Wes would likely threaten to throw his beloved gavel at his head.

Fortunately, very fortunately, Wes had refrained from dumping the blame of their loss entirely on Blaine and Kurt for their duet, because in all honesty, they were absolutely fantastic with their performance, as per unanimous vote from the rest of the group. But he had noted that paying particular attention to judge selections and tailoring their numbers accordingly would be in the group’s best interest if they wanted to secure a future placement.

Wes had been going on for a little while now, a majority of the group having long lost interest in his list of complaints and countermeasures, and so were engaged in random activities to fill their time. Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt could see Jeff texting on his phone while next to him Randy was having a discrete thumb-wrestling championship with Bailey as Chris slyly cheered them on. Most of the other guys were either whispering to each other, covertly playing with their phones, or were staring off into space in Wes’s general direction to at least give the impression that they were paying attention.

Seeing nothing else to distract him, Kurt concentrated on the feeling of Blaine’s hand wrapped around his own. He couldn’t help the small smile that came over his face when he remembered feeling so unbearably nervous earlier before walking into the commons room while holding hands with Blaine, constantly worrying if any of the other guys would react negatively to their joined limbs. Relief was too light a word to describe the feeling Kurt got when no one even batted an eye at their new intimacy, most even smiling in return when the two sat closer together than normal and started talking quietly to each other before the meeting began. For just a moment, the atmosphere felt so surreal to Kurt that he almost jumped when Blaine started whispering to him, telling him about another song that he wrote and how he wanted Kurt to be the first to hear it when it was done.

The sensation of Blaine’s guitar string calloused thumb slowly rubbing over the back of his hand brought Kurt back from his thoughts. Looking over, he caught Blaine’s hazel green eyes and blushed lightly at the message behind them. He could tell that Blaine was wishing they were somewhere else, preferably somewhere a bit more private, so they could cuddle up together and eat ice cream like they had planned on doing instead of being stuck in a semi-military environment where gavels could come sailing through the air at any moment should protocol be breached. Kurt squeezed back, telling Blaine that he wants the same thing, but to be patient, that all good things will come in time. Blaine’s mouth quirked with withheld laughter, but he kept his silence.

It was this composed silence that was broken when Kurt’s hip began…vibrating. Both boys jumped slightly when they felt Kurt’s phone go off, thankfully on silent, in his pants pocket that was lodged between them. Extracting his hand from Blaine’s, pouting at the sudden cold that came with it, Kurt managed to pull his phone from his pocket without Wes knowing. Looking down at the screen, he saw that he had a new text from Finn.

Furrowing his brow, Kurt wondered what could make Finn try to contact him at this time of day. He remembered from his old McKinley schedule that it was time for their after-school Glee practice and the time that the Warblers held a lot of their meetings which Finn knew about, today included when he had to call his brother, saying that he would be home much later than expected.

Kurt started to feel a miniscule tightening in his stomach as he envisioned a multitude of scenarios that could be behind the message. It ranged from Finn’s usual child-like boredom where he wanted to talk to Kurt since he was one of the few people associated with New Directions that wasn’t involved in the stifling drama currently happening, to Finn wanting to ask Kurt to bake something for him whenever he got home to make him feel better after his recent girl troubles, to finally something related to his Dad or his health. That final scenario prompted Kurt to unlock his screen to view the message. But instead of getting answers, he only received more questions.

Finn: Someone wants to talk to you. We’re outside now. It’s serious.

What? Kurt thought as he stared at the screen like it just told him that God not only exists, but he also works at Breadstix for extra cash. He felt Blaine nudge at his shoulder, asking him silently if something was wrong. Kurt just shrugged and turned the screen for Blaine to see. Blaine’s nose scrunched and his triangular brows came together, his own confusion showing. He gestured to the phone, telling Kurt to reply to find out what was going on.
To keep up the air of secrecy, Kurt casually crossed his legs to hide his phone behind his knee. A few quick flicks of his fingers were all it took to come up with a response.

Kurt: What do you mean ‘outside’? Who wants to talk to me? Couldn’t this have waited till I got home? IS IT DAD???

As soon as he hit send, Kurt could feel his heart begin to race in fear at what could be so serious that Finn would contact him out of the blue instead of waiting till he got home in a few hours. Blaine must have seen the apprehension dawning on Kurt’s porcelain face because he laid his hand in the crook of Kurt’s arm, grasping firmly before allowing his fingers to relax onto the navy material of his blazer. Kurt looked at him again, gratitude shining through the glasz as he attempted to calm himself down. It was most likely nothing as serious as Kurt was imagining it to be. Feeling his phone vibrate again, Kurt tore his eyes from Blaine’s to look at the second message.

Finn: Don’t freak. It’s not about Burt. He’s fine. It’s someone else. Oh, and we’re right outside your meeting room at Dalton.

Kurt’s eyes widened in disbelief as he nearly gasped out loud. Blaine squeezed his arm, concern filling him when he saw Kurt’s face shift to fearful surprise in only a millisecond. Dragging his eyes away from the text, he turned his attention back to Blaine as he slowly turned the screen towards him. Blaine looked confused for a moment before understanding struck him. Kurt’s friends were right outside the room they were currently in. Why they were there, he didn’t have the slightest clue, but it was obviously enough to worry Kurt almost into a frenzy.

Kurt: Finn! This isn’t funny!! Why are you here? What’s going on???

Kurt pressed send and started counting the seconds until Finn answered back. He could feel his lungs start to constrict as it became harder for him to breathe. He couldn’t imagine the reason behind the entirety of New Directions traveling almost two hours on a school day to Dalton just so someone could talk to him. He didn’t even know who would have such a crisis that required his input that would prompt the visit, but he had a feeling the whole situation wasn’t going to turn out very well. His eyes were glued to his phone’s screen, expecting at any second Finn’s reply.

Blaine could feel Kurt begin to tremble underneath the fabric of his blazer. His hazel eyes softened then narrowed in concern when he saw his boyfriend begin to breathe faster and faster as his bright blue eyes turned gray with panic as they bore into his phone. He reached over, grasping onto Kurt’s right hand to gently stroke the skin in hopes of calming Kurt from going into full-blown hyperventilation. Kurt’s breath fluttered for a moment before it began to even out, his chest drawing in deeper exhales as Kurt forced himself to stop worrying so much. He leaned over into Blaine’s shoulder, without words telling his boyfriend his gratitude in staving off the panic attack. Blaine smiled for a moment, leaning into the touch in return.

But that loving gesture was interrupted when Kurt’s phone vibrated again. Both sets of eyes darted down toward the screen as one pale finger unlocked the message. 

Finn: You’ll find out soon. We’re coming in.

Kurt didn’t bother to hold in his gasp this time, easily drawing Wes’s attention from whatever topic he was lecturing about. Hearing Wes cut off in the middle of his sentence caused everyone’s eyes to focus on the slim brunette Wes was staring at, seated on the couch beside their lead soloist. Many boys frowned in confusion when they saw Kurt’s eyes go wide and his normally pale face blanch as he stared into his now visible phone. Many looked to Blaine for an explanation, but the soloist’s eyes were staring at Kurt, just as confused as the rest. Seeing how the focus of the meeting had been abruptly derailed, Wes coughed loudly to get everyone’s attention once more.

“Uh, Kurt, is there something you’d like to share with the group?” Wes asked, finally allowing a little emotion into his words as he saw the look of fear come over Kurt’s face, feeling a surge of worry and protectiveness over the boy.

But Kurt wasn’t able to answer, not that he would have had the ability anyway since it seemed like his voice had been stolen with the onset of shock at his step-brother’s actions. However, if he had been able to speak coherently, he would have been swiftly interrupted when loud, dissonant knocks erupted from the closed doors of their meeting room. Kurt’s eyes flashed to the turning brass doorknob, hoping beyond any reasonable hope that it was a teacher instead of his brother and his friends.

The doors swung wide after the knocks ceased. The Warblers could only watch in confusion and peaked interest as a large group of teens, also known as their former competitors New Directions, entered the room. Four tall, built young men (obviously jocks) were followed by a grouping of varyingly attractive girls (a stylin’ diva, some former cheerleaders, a goth, a midget wearing a cat sweater, and a somewhat large, very intimidating female) and a guy in a wheelchair. But it was another figure that instantly caught Kurt’s undivided attention, one lone young man that trailed in the back.

The young man was clearly another jock sans letterman jacket, with wide shoulders and solid arms designed for football, with his dark brown hair in a buzzed cut as it covered a wide, round, pensive face. But it wasn’t how similar he was to the other boys nor was it how he seemed to hang back from the others that caught the Warblers’ attention, it was how he seemed very anxious and on edge as he slowly entered the room that caused him to seem out of place and stand out.

No one got the opportunity to ask why they were in their school, practically invading their glee club’s meeting, before Blaine shot to his feet, his normally carefree and happy face narrowed and seething with anger as he stepped in front of Kurt’s motionless form.

Some boys would later swear that they heard Blaine growl as the group came closer to him and his boyfriend.

Others would say that they had never seen someone turn so white and terrified than when Kurt’s face practically bleached to the color of bone.

Wes never managed to form a sentence in response to McKinley High’s New Directions barging into their meeting before Blaine pointed his finger accusingly at the straggler and, for the first time ever in the history of the Warblers, shouted in pure rage.

“WHAT THE HELL’S HE DOING HERE?”

A/N: And that concludes part 1 of the “Making Amends” saga!!! There will be four parts in total and I have parts 2 and 3 to look over before posting soon. Part 4, however, I still need to write a good ending to…. It’s driving me nuts!

I will warn people now that in the next few parts people will seem OOC, but I will include references in the author’s notes at the bottom of each chapter to explain. I have good reason for everyone acting the way they do, so please, DON’T FLAME ME ABOUT THE CHARACTERS UNTIL YOU’VE READ THE REFERENCES!!!

Thank you for your time, and please, read and review! :)