Fic: Liberty - Chapter 8
Liberty
Pairings; Characters: Karofsky/OMC; Karofsky, OCs, Kurt, Puck, and the other Gleeks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: hot man on man love (eventually); no spoilers that I know of
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, just my OCs
Summary: Karofsky is bored, so he gets a motorcycle. However, he needs someone to help him fix up the junker he buys. But a motorcycle isn’t the only thing Colton helps Karofsky fix. A sister story to Freedom.
A/N: (Warning it be long) So, first may I apologize for the time it has taken to get this out there. As a result I will inform you of the following... 1) This really is filler, I'm not a fan of this chapter(and most likely the next) because all I really want to do is write certain scenes that I am not allowing myself to write until I actually get there. 2) I have read through it a few times, but probably not enough and there may be more mistakes than usual. 3) I know you guys didn't rush me, but as I said in the first part, I just want to get this done. I'm not falling out of love with this fic (of Freedom) but I have so many new and interesting ideas that I want to get to them to. I'm sure that as soon as I get to the parts I'm looking forward to the quality will increase.
So, without further ado, I give you the next chapter in Liberty...
Chapter 1
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Dave knew he would have to stand up to Azimio in public sooner or later. He even knew that it would most likely be within the next week. But for some reason, he didn’t feel prepared for the determined look on Azimio’s face as he walked through the halls, slushy in hand.
Looking around, Dave tried to figure out who was the intended victim, but the only possibility was Kurt. Sighing, Dave made his way over, planning on warning Kurt to leave. He was almost to the smaller boy’s locker when Mercedes walked up and he paused, wondering how to best warn the boy without giving away too much to Mercedes.
It was during that pause that he saw Puckerman, with his own determined look walking towards Kurt. He looked back at Azimio and realized that Kurt wasn’t his target. Quickly he changed directions and put out his hand to stop the cup, but was a little too late and had to grab the top to stop the slushy from getting on Puck.
Taking a deep breath, Dave met Azimio’s glare with one of his own. If he showed the slightest bit of weakness he knew a fight would ensue.
“What the hell?” Puckerman’s voice pushed Dave into speaking.
“Lay off, Az,” he said, “At least let them get through the first few weeks.”
When Azimio snarled Dave held his breath, the only times he had heard Azimio snarl was when he fought with his dad, and that wasn’t that often just because the man wasn’t around a lot.
Then Dave was glad he had his hand over the top of the cup because he felt it jerk in his direction. He glared harder, covering up the fact that his hand just got ten times colder from the flavored ice that now coated it.
Enraged by the fact that he couldn’t retaliate the way he wanted to, Azimio growled as he stepped closer to Dave, getting in close to his ex-friend’s face.
“Guess what, Dave,” Azimio rumbled, “I don’t think I want to talk to you either. You lucked out last week cause of Beiste. But you ever cross me again, I will beat you down.”
Dave stood up straight, pushing his shoulders back and his chest out. He knew he looked bigger than Azimio. Hell, they had even walked around one weekend scaring middle school nerds. Even though they would cower in front of Azimio, as soon as Dave puffed himself up they would run.
“Screw you Az,” he said. “I told you I wouldn’t do it any more, and I’ve decided that I don’t think I’ll let you do it anymore either. So you can just suck it and grow up.”
Dave could tell Azimio was about to talk back to him, but Puckerman’s slight cough distracted them. Dave glanced over in time to see Puck wave and looked in the other direction. He could tell when Azimio had seen Coach Beiste, too, because the other jock took a step back.
“Watch yourself, Karofsky,” he hissed under his breath before walking away.
Dave watched his old friend go, wanting to ignore the confused and disbelieving look on Puckerman’s face.
“Um, what the hell?” Puck finally repeated.
Taking the cup in his clean, warm hand, Dave shook off the ice pieces. “Don’t mention it,” he mumbled, not looking up. Suddenly wondering what Puckerman might think of the situation he looked at the boy. “Seriously, just don’t talk about it.”
Puck just nodded. He was about to walk away when Dave stopped him with an arm across his chest. Usually Puckerman had always been a bad target, but apparently his determination had distracted him today and made him an ideal victim. He had just realized who Puck had been approaching and thought now was a good time to give him some advice.
“What?” asked Puck, a little more annoyed now then confused.
“I’ve seen your looks before. Take my advice, don’t hold back.”
“Wha-,”
“Cause if you do, it’ll just explode and you’ll probably ruin everything.” Then Dave walked away, dumping the slushy into a trashcan and going into the bathroom to wash his hand and make a phone call. He knew it was dangerous to say that, if Puckerman figured it out and wanted revenge for the few slushies he’d received then Dave would be ruined. But he couldn’t let anyone else screw up the way he had, it just wasn’t right.
Drying off his hand he pulled out his phone. He noticed the time was still before eight and Colton’s first class was at eight thirty, so he was either asleep or getting ready. Sighing, Dave sent a quick text.
Stopped a slushy. Really want to talk. Can’t wait til lunch. -TB
He was in homeroom, waiting for the bell to ring when he got a reply.
Don’t skip for a phone call. I’ll be waiting next to my phone. -C :-*
Dave grinned, his lips tingling at what that emoticon could represent.
~*~
Lunch seemed to take forever to start and Dave had his phone out as he walked down the hall. Usually he waited until he was in the lunchroom but he wanted more time to talk.
“Hey, babe,” came Colton’s voice halfway through the first ring. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Dave stopped at his locker, grabbing his lunch, “I think. I don’t know.”
“Okay,” said Colton. Dave could practically hear his nod as he thought about how to proceed. “You said you stopped a slushy. I have a
feeling it’s related but not the problem. How did it go though?”
Closing his locker, Dave smiled. “It actually felt kind of good. Well, thinking about it now anyway. I’ve never seen Azimio that mad except when he’s arguing with his father, so I was a little nervous about a possible fight. But, Beiste showed up and he backed off.” He chuckled as he sat in his usual spot to eat. “The look on Puckerman’s face was priceless. He had no idea why two guys who usually ganged up on him were fighting each other instead.”
“Puckerman?”
“Yeah, he’s sort of the badass resident of McKinley. He’s on the football team, got a lot of grief when he joined glee club. Went to juvie last year for stealing an ATM."
"Yeah that's pretty badass. Sounds kind of hot though."
"Does he? I've never noticed."
"Babe, he's a jock, that's kind of my type.”
Dave didn’t reply, the supply of hot jocks seemed endless at OSU, so yeah, that kind of made him nervous.
Colton seemed to understand and took pity on him. “I'm dating you aren't I?"
Dave grinned to himself, Colton always knew how to make him feel like he was the only other guy out there. "Yeah, I guess he's sort of the opposite of my type anyway."
"Hey I played sports in high school."
"Only so you could ogle the jocks up close."
"True." There was a pause as their playful banter slowed and Dave remembered why he called.
"So you didn't call to tell me about your anti-bully success. What's worrying you, Teddy Bear?"
Dave sighed, "I think I might have come out to Puck. I'm just a little paranoid that he'll out me to the whole school in revenge for last year."
"Woah, what did you say? You don't sound so sure.
"Well, he happens to have a thing for Kurt, but he hasn't said anything yet. So I told him not to hold back cause if he did it'll just explode and he’ll probably ruin everything. Like I did with Kurt."
"Does he know everything that happened with Kurt?"
"No," admitted Dave.
"Then I wouldn't worry about it. I think you said enough to get your point across. But little enough that it may take him a while to figure it out. Especially when he doesn't know everything."
Dave sighed, relaxing a little. “I guess you’re right. I just, I want to come out, I think, it’s just that the only support I have is you and you’re a few hours away. Anything that could speed up the process before I’m ready makes me even more nervous.”
“It’s okay, babe, I understand. You need to come out to your parents first and find some true friends before you can be ready to take on the whole school. But if you ask me, it’s every one else that needs to be preparing to take on the real you. Whenever, and however, it happens, you will definitely come out on top.”
Dave bit his lip. “Thank you, but do you have any idea how that sounds?”
Colton chuckled. “Of course I do, I said it on purpose.”
Dave groaned. “You need to remember that I’m in public on this end of the phone, babe.”
“I know. Now, tell me more about this Puckerman crush. And this Kurt kid, what is with him and hooking all the jocks?”
TBC...
Chapter 9
Pairings; Characters: Karofsky/OMC; Karofsky, OCs, Kurt, Puck, and the other Gleeks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: hot man on man love (eventually); no spoilers that I know of
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, just my OCs
Summary: Karofsky is bored, so he gets a motorcycle. However, he needs someone to help him fix up the junker he buys. But a motorcycle isn’t the only thing Colton helps Karofsky fix. A sister story to Freedom.
A/N: (Warning it be long) So, first may I apologize for the time it has taken to get this out there. As a result I will inform you of the following... 1) This really is filler, I'm not a fan of this chapter(and most likely the next) because all I really want to do is write certain scenes that I am not allowing myself to write until I actually get there. 2) I have read through it a few times, but probably not enough and there may be more mistakes than usual. 3) I know you guys didn't rush me, but as I said in the first part, I just want to get this done. I'm not falling out of love with this fic (of Freedom) but I have so many new and interesting ideas that I want to get to them to. I'm sure that as soon as I get to the parts I'm looking forward to the quality will increase.
So, without further ado, I give you the next chapter in Liberty...
Chapter 1
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Dave knew he would have to stand up to Azimio in public sooner or later. He even knew that it would most likely be within the next week. But for some reason, he didn’t feel prepared for the determined look on Azimio’s face as he walked through the halls, slushy in hand.
Looking around, Dave tried to figure out who was the intended victim, but the only possibility was Kurt. Sighing, Dave made his way over, planning on warning Kurt to leave. He was almost to the smaller boy’s locker when Mercedes walked up and he paused, wondering how to best warn the boy without giving away too much to Mercedes.
It was during that pause that he saw Puckerman, with his own determined look walking towards Kurt. He looked back at Azimio and realized that Kurt wasn’t his target. Quickly he changed directions and put out his hand to stop the cup, but was a little too late and had to grab the top to stop the slushy from getting on Puck.
Taking a deep breath, Dave met Azimio’s glare with one of his own. If he showed the slightest bit of weakness he knew a fight would ensue.
“What the hell?” Puckerman’s voice pushed Dave into speaking.
“Lay off, Az,” he said, “At least let them get through the first few weeks.”
When Azimio snarled Dave held his breath, the only times he had heard Azimio snarl was when he fought with his dad, and that wasn’t that often just because the man wasn’t around a lot.
Then Dave was glad he had his hand over the top of the cup because he felt it jerk in his direction. He glared harder, covering up the fact that his hand just got ten times colder from the flavored ice that now coated it.
Enraged by the fact that he couldn’t retaliate the way he wanted to, Azimio growled as he stepped closer to Dave, getting in close to his ex-friend’s face.
“Guess what, Dave,” Azimio rumbled, “I don’t think I want to talk to you either. You lucked out last week cause of Beiste. But you ever cross me again, I will beat you down.”
Dave stood up straight, pushing his shoulders back and his chest out. He knew he looked bigger than Azimio. Hell, they had even walked around one weekend scaring middle school nerds. Even though they would cower in front of Azimio, as soon as Dave puffed himself up they would run.
“Screw you Az,” he said. “I told you I wouldn’t do it any more, and I’ve decided that I don’t think I’ll let you do it anymore either. So you can just suck it and grow up.”
Dave could tell Azimio was about to talk back to him, but Puckerman’s slight cough distracted them. Dave glanced over in time to see Puck wave and looked in the other direction. He could tell when Azimio had seen Coach Beiste, too, because the other jock took a step back.
“Watch yourself, Karofsky,” he hissed under his breath before walking away.
Dave watched his old friend go, wanting to ignore the confused and disbelieving look on Puckerman’s face.
“Um, what the hell?” Puck finally repeated.
Taking the cup in his clean, warm hand, Dave shook off the ice pieces. “Don’t mention it,” he mumbled, not looking up. Suddenly wondering what Puckerman might think of the situation he looked at the boy. “Seriously, just don’t talk about it.”
Puck just nodded. He was about to walk away when Dave stopped him with an arm across his chest. Usually Puckerman had always been a bad target, but apparently his determination had distracted him today and made him an ideal victim. He had just realized who Puck had been approaching and thought now was a good time to give him some advice.
“What?” asked Puck, a little more annoyed now then confused.
“I’ve seen your looks before. Take my advice, don’t hold back.”
“Wha-,”
“Cause if you do, it’ll just explode and you’ll probably ruin everything.” Then Dave walked away, dumping the slushy into a trashcan and going into the bathroom to wash his hand and make a phone call. He knew it was dangerous to say that, if Puckerman figured it out and wanted revenge for the few slushies he’d received then Dave would be ruined. But he couldn’t let anyone else screw up the way he had, it just wasn’t right.
Drying off his hand he pulled out his phone. He noticed the time was still before eight and Colton’s first class was at eight thirty, so he was either asleep or getting ready. Sighing, Dave sent a quick text.
Stopped a slushy. Really want to talk. Can’t wait til lunch. -TB
He was in homeroom, waiting for the bell to ring when he got a reply.
Don’t skip for a phone call. I’ll be waiting next to my phone. -C :-*
Dave grinned, his lips tingling at what that emoticon could represent.
~*~
Lunch seemed to take forever to start and Dave had his phone out as he walked down the hall. Usually he waited until he was in the lunchroom but he wanted more time to talk.
“Hey, babe,” came Colton’s voice halfway through the first ring. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Dave stopped at his locker, grabbing his lunch, “I think. I don’t know.”
“Okay,” said Colton. Dave could practically hear his nod as he thought about how to proceed. “You said you stopped a slushy. I have a
feeling it’s related but not the problem. How did it go though?”
Closing his locker, Dave smiled. “It actually felt kind of good. Well, thinking about it now anyway. I’ve never seen Azimio that mad except when he’s arguing with his father, so I was a little nervous about a possible fight. But, Beiste showed up and he backed off.” He chuckled as he sat in his usual spot to eat. “The look on Puckerman’s face was priceless. He had no idea why two guys who usually ganged up on him were fighting each other instead.”
“Puckerman?”
“Yeah, he’s sort of the badass resident of McKinley. He’s on the football team, got a lot of grief when he joined glee club. Went to juvie last year for stealing an ATM."
"Yeah that's pretty badass. Sounds kind of hot though."
"Does he? I've never noticed."
"Babe, he's a jock, that's kind of my type.”
Dave didn’t reply, the supply of hot jocks seemed endless at OSU, so yeah, that kind of made him nervous.
Colton seemed to understand and took pity on him. “I'm dating you aren't I?"
Dave grinned to himself, Colton always knew how to make him feel like he was the only other guy out there. "Yeah, I guess he's sort of the opposite of my type anyway."
"Hey I played sports in high school."
"Only so you could ogle the jocks up close."
"True." There was a pause as their playful banter slowed and Dave remembered why he called.
"So you didn't call to tell me about your anti-bully success. What's worrying you, Teddy Bear?"
Dave sighed, "I think I might have come out to Puck. I'm just a little paranoid that he'll out me to the whole school in revenge for last year."
"Woah, what did you say? You don't sound so sure.
"Well, he happens to have a thing for Kurt, but he hasn't said anything yet. So I told him not to hold back cause if he did it'll just explode and he’ll probably ruin everything. Like I did with Kurt."
"Does he know everything that happened with Kurt?"
"No," admitted Dave.
"Then I wouldn't worry about it. I think you said enough to get your point across. But little enough that it may take him a while to figure it out. Especially when he doesn't know everything."
Dave sighed, relaxing a little. “I guess you’re right. I just, I want to come out, I think, it’s just that the only support I have is you and you’re a few hours away. Anything that could speed up the process before I’m ready makes me even more nervous.”
“It’s okay, babe, I understand. You need to come out to your parents first and find some true friends before you can be ready to take on the whole school. But if you ask me, it’s every one else that needs to be preparing to take on the real you. Whenever, and however, it happens, you will definitely come out on top.”
Dave bit his lip. “Thank you, but do you have any idea how that sounds?”
Colton chuckled. “Of course I do, I said it on purpose.”
Dave groaned. “You need to remember that I’m in public on this end of the phone, babe.”
“I know. Now, tell me more about this Puckerman crush. And this Kurt kid, what is with him and hooking all the jocks?”
TBC...
Chapter 9