Secrets Kept

Chapter 2: You call it Stalking, I call it Love.

(Everyone has secret

s...some are best kept.)

Tuesday Morning (Kurt's Bedroom) 7:06 am

The sunlight that fell through Kurt's window blinded him awake. With one loud groan and turn to escape the bright light he pushed himself off his bed and began to rub his eyes with the palm of his hands.

He shrieked in pain. Shit did his eyes hurt.

They were blood shot red and swollen from the night before. Oh that's right.

Kurt felt like complete crap. His body felt ten times heavier and before he could realize it thoughts of one curly haired boy with hazel eyes instantly swept over his mind. He could feel his eyes start to water up again. He didn't know why this man had such an effect on him considering he knew nothing about him, let alone his name. Not even his goddamn name.

Who could blame him? He was a hopeless romantic. Yes, he was a virgin, he didn't know sex, but he knew love and, as of yesterday, heartache.

"Why?" Kurt''s whisper traveled through his empty room. Why did the man leave? What possible reason did he have?

Kurt, wanting nothing more than to sulk on his bed all day, sadly, had school he needed to attend to. Yes life does goes on. Whether he liked to admit it or not.

With the tears still falling silently down his cheeks his body froze when a knock on his bedroom door brought him out of his depressing state. Quickly he buried his face deep into his pillow, wiping away any and all tears that were left stained.

His dad was shouting from the other end of the door, telling him to wake up before Finn started to eat off his plate again.

Kurt couldn't help but smile. His father did always know what to say to bring him out of his funks. Burt was the only man Kurt needed in his life, not some gorgeous curly haired... perfect... god this was going to be harder than he thought.

"What the hell..." Kurt grunted as he attempted to hoist himself off his mattress. He noticed the pile of sheets that stuck to his bare chest.

Memories of the lemonade being tossed on his self cleared his confusion. He remembered plopping on his bed after the man ran out, too bummed to wash or take off the shirt, he ended up falling asleep in it. Oh well the damage was done.

Kurt sighed at the nasty sticky feeling and slowly dragged his body towards his bathroom. He caught sight of himself in the reflection of his vanity mirror. "Gorgeous" He mocked to the tired looking boy in the mirror as he was throwing random pieces of his clothes to the ground beside his feet. Kurt wasn't normally so careless when it came to clothes but looking at the ruined shirt below him he figured it was already worthless. Just like me. He thought.

Once Kurt finished showering and moisturizing he dressed and ran down the stairs towards the kitchen to join the people he knew loved him.

"Whoa! man...you look like crap." Finn blurted out, eyeing him curiously. Thank you Finn, I love you too.

Kurt's Father joined the stare and turned away from the stove where he had been frying some potatoes, to get a better look at his son. Kurt grew nervous, shit. He hadn't thought this through.

Thankfully his father spoke for him. "Hey buddy, you know I love you. But... You really got to stay off that computer of yours."

Kurt looked confused for a moment, his eyes searching his father's concerned face as he moved in closer. Burt patted his son's shoulder for comfort, a greasy spatula still attached to it."I know how much fashion and getting the best deals on your unusual outfits may be, but I'm starting to worry about your health. Maybe you should take a break."

It took Kurt a while to fully understand his father's words "Oh! Yeah, yes. No I agree!" secretly letting out a sigh of relief, Kurt gave Burt a reassuring smile before sprinting out the kitchen.

"Wait! Breakfast?!" Burt yelled after him as he watched his son dash out the front door.

"Not hungry!" Kurt responded with a wave goodbye before slamming the front door shut.

Burt sighed in return, concentrating back to his potatoes.

"More for me!" Finn explained making Burt roll his eyes at his stepson. He handed the plate, meant for Kurt, over to Finn and gave him a slight nudge on his shoulders "Eat up kid"

The bus pulled up in front of Kurt as he waited patiently for it to come to a complete stop and slid open its doors. The bus driver, for some apparent reason, didn't like Kurt. He'd always shoot him these dirty looks that made Kurt feel very comfortable. He never did understand why the man had so much hate towards him considering the fact that Kurt hardly ever spoke to him. I'd be best not to start trouble He'd tell himself. That bus driver was his only means of transportation after all, no way was he carpooling with Finn and Rachel.

Besides, he strangely enjoyed the quite ride to school every day, minus the uncontrollable coughing from random riders. He liked the alone time.

Eventually the doors to the bus did swing open, making a loud screech in the process that made Kurt flinch in pain. It took him a moment to recover before entering the bus.

In hopes of brightening up the bus driver's mood Kurt leaned into his sashoule to retrieve his wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill to enter into the small machine that stood before him. He slid the money in and turned his attention to the driver to give him a friendly smile."Keep the change" He chuckled, slightly nudging the man in the arm.

The bus driver did not find this in any way flattering and shot Kurt a dirty look, hissing when he felt Kurt nudge him. To make things worse he pumped harshly on the gas paddle and sent Kurt forward almost crashing himself into a nearby pole that he held onto to support his balance.

Well fuck you too

Small chuckles floated around the bus as he searched for a vacant seat. Well wasn't his day going smoothly and if things couldn't have gotten worse, There sitting in his seat from before was Adam.

Yup I'm dead.

There was no possibly way this was happening. It must have been a dream. It's a dream, a dream he would wake up to at any given moment. Sadly the pain in his ribs from the tumble he took last night proved to him that he was not in fact dreaming.

As much as Kurt hated to admit it, he knew this was a part of life. He needed to brush past all the humiliation, pain, and most importantly hate that he had building up inside him.

He tried his best to confidently walk over to the blonde and took the seat awkwardly, his throat dry and palms sweating. wow how attractive. At that moment Kurt was starting to feel himself become vulnerable and shy, something he wasn't unfamiliar with. All his life he had to hide behind this 'Weak Kurt' persona he built to cover up his feelings. It was suppose to keep him from getting hurt, but as his luck would have it, he somehow almost always did.

"What's shakin', bacon?" Adam grinned to Kurt.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting to ever see you again." Kurt replied half-heartedly, twisting his body to the other boy. He felt himself tense up at how close the two boys were now. He could feel Adam's breath on his nose.

"My car's in the shop getting fix until Friday, but I don't mind taking the bus as long as you're in it" Wow is he flirting with me?

"Me? What's so great about me?" Kurt laughed at the thought of someone having to take a disgusting public bus and not caring because of him.

"Everything" Okay that caught him off guard. So did the expression on Adam's face, he looked completely serious. Kurt, not knowing what to say, nodded in understanding and went to look back to the front of the bus. A couple minutes had gone by in silence as both boys occasionally exchanged little glances. Kurt soon realized his usual destination was reaching him and felt the confidence sweep up over him. The same confidence he had used to introduce himself to the man at the coffee shop.

"See you again tomorrow, same time?" He gave Adam a playful wink that made him grin wide from ear to ear.

"It's a date" Kurt could really begin to like this new confident Kurt.

Afterschool Kurt met up with his best friends, Rachel and Mercedes, to tell them all about what had happened the night before.

"Two boys in one night, dame Kurt. I may have misjudged you." Mercedes said shooting a devilish smirk in his direction.

"It wasn't like that. I didn't even get their numbers..." Kurt mumbled the last part. "I did see Adam again though, we practically have a date tomorrow" he added excitedly.

"Kurt! That's fantastic!" Rachel shrieked. She was jumping up in joy at her best friend's new love life. Kurt couldn't help but join in on her excitement, Mercedes following soon after.

The three friends were circled in on each other, squealing like little pigs. They stopped when Kurt felt vibration come from inside his pocket. He had a new text message from his father.

To: Kurt

From: Dad

"Had to catch a last minute flight for another Congress meeting, won't be back till Thursday night. Stay home until I return, I don't want you out. Love you"

After reading the message over Kurt sent a quick 'okay, love you too' and went to stuff the phone back into his pocket."Sorry guys I got to get home."

Both women shot Kurt a disappointed look. "But what about Coffee? I want to know what happened on the bus!" Mercedes yelled as Kurt started to slowly walk away, yelling back over his shoulder "You'll just have to wait to find out!" and just like that he was gone.

Kurt pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door to enter his empty home. Finn wasn't home yet, he assumed he'd be at football practice. He made his way towards the kitchen and prepared himself a sandwich to munch on when his eyes caught the pitcher of lemonade sitting in his fridge, his heart aching at the sight.

NO. NO. NO. Now way am I letting him bring my mood down!

After finishing up the last piece of sandwich and Vogue issue he checked the time on his phone and saw that it was past midnight. Boy did time fly. He ran upstairs and quickly changed into his pajamas, and by 'pajamas' I mean boxers. He never really owned a pair of pajamas; he felt too uncomfortable sleeping with so much clothing on.

Once he was done changing he laid down on his bed and drifted off to sleep...well tried to fall asleep. His mind wouldn't stop thinking about Adam. He was oddly excited to see him tomorrow, although hazel eyes would pop up once in a while. He eventually did fall asleep only to be woken up the next morning by his stepbrother Finn.

Wednesday Afternoon (Kurt's Bedroom) 12:02 pm

"Kurt! Kurt!" Finn yelled at his brother.

Kurt let out a loud moan, "WHAT!"

"Dude we overslept! Come on, we can still make it to lunch." Finn stormed out the room and went to retrieve his car keys.

Kurt sat up from his bed and raced to put on clothes, grabbing his phone and bag in the process. He didn't have time to check himself in the mirror as he ran downstairs and outside to Finn's car. So much for the 'date'.

Kurt didn't get to see his friend's afterschool that afternoon. They must have thought he skipped school so he instead walked home alone. Finn was dragged to a family dinner by Rachel that Kurt was grateful he wasn't forced to attend.

As he took the silence walk to his home he noticed someone following close behind him. A mugger. Kurt instantly panicked. He tensed up, he'd never been mugged before and he wasn't trying to start. The muggers face was hidden behind his leather hoodie he wore over him. Kurt stopped himself for a moment to catch his breath before proceeding calmly.

He was moving with caution, the short mugger following right behind him, his pace increasing every time Kurt sped up. A couple seconds went by and Kurt noticed how much closer the guy had been by now. At that point he knew he had no choice but to run for it.

Taking a deep inhale, he bolted away from the man. Thank god for my Richard Simmons DVD collection Thought Kurt, sprinting for his life.

After running for what seemed like hours, Kurt cocked his head back to see if the mugger was still chasing after him, slowing down when he didn't catch sight of him. A sigh of relief escaped Kurt's mouth when he stopped in his tracks, but not before catching sight of the man once again. He was running fast, he looked out of breath but determined.

Without warning Kurt jerked his body back towards his home, beginning his steady sprinting. He was so close, just a few more steps. He was frantically digging through his bag in search of his house keys, struggling to keep his pace.

Once he felt his keys grip his fingers he immediately turned to see the mugger, making sure he had enough time to stop and unlock the door. The man wasn't too far from him but Kurt could see him starting to slow down.

OOMP!

Too busy watching the guy behind him, Kurt hadn't noticed a deep cracked hole on the floor as he tumbles down, falling in head first. A loud shriek escaped Kurt's mouth from the excruciating pain that shot all through his head.

FUCK MY LIFE.

There was no turning back now he was stuck and he did the only common thing any person in his situation would have done....SCREAM.

"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!" Kurt was struggling to get back on his feet. It wasn't long, though before he felt a strong hand clap over his mouth. "Hel-"

Kurt started to squirm and cry, he felt his body weaken from the lack of air he was receiving. The mugger had a firm grip around his nose and mouth, causing him trouble to breathe.

"Will you shut up?! I'm not going to hurt you!" The mugger whispered into Kurt's ear as he began to loss consciousness. The unidentified mugger noticed Kurt's struggle for air and quickly released his hold.Kurt gasped for air uncontrollably, using all his strength to crawl farther away from the guy.

"Please! What do you want? Money? I can give you money... Just please..." it was all Kurt could say before being stopped again by another hand cupping his mouth shut, but no this didn't feel like a hand, it felt more like lips... Lips!?