Kurt's cheeks were missing their usual rosy complexion this morning, as he trod listlessly down McKinley's empty halls. He'd been feeling increasingly sick and dizzy all through first period. And now, as he searched for Finn's gym class so he could ask his step brother for an early ride home, Kurt felt so disoriented and drained that he risked scuffing his favourite lace-up Dr Martens as he dragged his feet through the corridor.
It was the smell that caught his attention before the sound of hooting and laughing. Kurt turned to the open door of the boys' locker room, through which he'd have to venture to find the gym where Finn pumped iron with his sweaty team mates. Jock straps laid crumpled on the floor and slung over benches, off colour and visibly dripping. Kurt shivered violently. The room was like a bubbling cauldron of male pheromones and a soupy stench he could happily go his whole life without inhaling. But even a note from Ms Pillsbury wouldn't excuse him from stepping into the dreaded gymnasium this morning. He had to get to a ride from Finn before he passed out or threw up.. Although he wasn't sure submitting himself to this cesspool of damp, fleshy odours wouldn't have that very effect.
Kurt took a reluctant step into the locker room, and was instantly knocked down by a hot wave of confusion. His legs seemed to be swept from under him, but his fall didn't end in a delirious crash to the floor as expected. It didn't end at all. He just kept falling, falling, like Alice through the rabbit hole, wondering feverishly where he was and what was going on.
When his butt finally made contact with the floor, Kurt opened his dazed eyes to see..
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