Fic: David Karofsky's "Sing-A-Long Blog" - 8/?
A/N: Just a heads up, the song is both "background" and a part of the story. So as a reminder: italics is background, and "italics" (quoted italics) is being sung by the character. In this case Dave. It's only one verse, and probably doesn't make that big of a difference but, meh. There you go.
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ACT 2
School
“On the Rise”
By the end of the next week, rehearsals were underway and so were the Student Government campaigns. Kurt was running against Rachel, Brittany, and three other jocks. Needless to say it was a tough race. Blaine on the other hand was running against some other junior brainiac. In fact, Dave was pretty sure the kid was flying through all the senior AP math and science courses. He figured the boy had decided to run for the same reason Dave had wanted to run for treasurer; only the kid had absolutely no popularity at all. So he was sure Blaine would end up winning. Another reason Dave was glad to have no competition.
As he headed to that afternoon’s rehearsal, Dave passed by Blaine surrounded by a few of the dumber jocks. He couldn’t hear what they said but he heard Blaine loud and clear.
“As if you would succeed you knuckleheaded twats.”
God, did he have a death wish?
Any dolt with a half a brain
Can see the human kind has gone insane
To the point where I don’t know
If I’ll upset the status quo
If I throw poison in the water main.
Knowing he should probably stop the on coming slaughter, but not wanting to physically hold back three idiots from a fourth, he passed the group and turned a corner. “Oh, hey Coach!” he yelled. It didn’t matter if he meant Sylvester or Beiste, the jocks would run for it either way. Even if the hallway was completely empty of any form of faculty. And it had the added benefit of seeing the present underclassmen shudder in fear while glancing around wildly.
Listen close to everybody’s heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground.
Dave was the first to rehearsal, other than Artie who was still working on getting an actual web cam connected to the auditorium’s projector. If this thing was a big hit, half the credit would have to go to the techie with all his gadgets and ideas.
Striking up a pointless conversation, Dave waited patiently for the others to arrive. Mr. Schue was first, followed by some random theatre nerds who were playing the smaller background parts. Five minutes after the scheduled rehearsal was supposed to start, Blaine and Kurt came in.
Kurt was only a little mussed, spitting out a sincere “I’m sorry” every three words. He looked thoroughly upset for being only a few minutes late, and Mr. Schue was quick to reassure him.
Blaine on the other hand didn’t look at all like he cared and simply pulled out his phone, sending a text or something. When Mr. Schue instructed everyone up on stage, Blaine trailed behind, still using his phone. It wasn’t until Schue was finished giving some blocking ideas and the piano started to play that Blaine finally put his phone away.
“I can not believe my eyes
How the world’s filled with filth and lies
But it’s plain to see
Evil inside of me
Is on the rise.”
Dave had never found it so easy to perform this song. Just watching Blaine and Kurt pretend to make fake googly eyes at each other was enough to stir up Dave.
Unfortunately, it was getting to Dave a bit too much and they had to stop twice when he moved a few too many steps in the wrong direction. It was during the second break that he heard Artie mention to Kurt about what had happened in the hallway just before practice. How Dave had pretended to see a coach and scare the jocks away from Blaine. Dave hadn’t even seen Artie in the hallway. Maybe it had spread to him through the grape vine or something.
When Kurt asked Blaine to confirm, the shorter boy just shrugged. “I wasn’t paying that close attention.”
Look around. We’re living with the lost and found
Just when you feel you’ve almost drowned
You find yourself on solid ground
And you believe there’s good in everybody’s heart
Keep it safe and sound
With hope, you can do your part
To turn a life around.
Once they finally got through the whole song, Mr. Schue called for a five minute break and Dave quickly went out into the hall to get some water from the fountain. He was about to go back in when he saw Kurt practically attacked by a group of girls.
“You’re gay right?” one asked.
“Um, yes,” said Kurt, obviously overwhelmed by the onslaught of… accepting fans.
“Well, my uncle’s gay and when I mentioned to him that you were running for Student Body President he made me promise to vote for you.”
“And we agreed,” said the other girls in unison - creepy much?
“You have our vote,” said the first girl, holding out her hand.
Kurt quickly thanked them, shaking the offered hand before running back into the auditorium. He missed how the girls all squealed as if they’d just met a celebrity. Why did girls still crush on gay guys, even when they knew he was gay?
I can not believe my eyes
Is the world finally growing wise
Cause it seems to me
Some kind of harmony
Is on the rise.
Dave slipped into the auditorium and glanced around. It didn’t take him long to spot the bag of campaigning materials that Kurt dragged around with him. Grabbing it he peaked out again and saw that the girls still stood there.
“Hello Ladies,” greeted Dave, hoping that the smile he shared was charming and not terrifying. When they all looked up, Dave opened the bag. “Kurt’s kinda busy right now, but he wanted you to have a few things.” He pulled out a handful of buttons and pencils and passed them to the girls. “Maybe you could share your support and get others to vote for him too?”
The girls clearly looked honored to be asked to do such a thing, nodding their heads eagerly.
Smiling his thanks, Dave was about to return to the stage, but stuck his head back out. “Oh, and vote Dave Karofsky for Secretary.”
He was nearly to the stage when he felt eyes on his back and he turned, meeting Kurt’s gaze. Thank you, Kurt mouthed. Dave just grinned and gave a simple nod.
Any one with half a brain/(Take it slow)
Could spend their whole life howling in pain/(He looks at me and seems to know)
The things that I’m afraid to show/ (Listen close to everybody’s heart)
And suddenly I feel this glow/(And hear that breaking sound)
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart/(With hope you can do your part)
And crashing to the ground/(To turn a life around)
The second time through the song Dave managed to keep himself from angrily wandering towards Blaine, but he managed to get two thumbs up for his glaring at the boy. Blaine however seemed to object that compliment.
“I feel that he’s concentrating too much on acting his hate for Captain Hammer and not enough on acting his obsession with Penny,” Blaine said.
Dave managed to keep his “fake” glare from darkening. “First of all, it’s Benny, I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t like to be called by a female name. Second of all, I’ll admit, that I’m not acting “in love enough,”” Dave was sure to add the finger quotes, not wanting any others figuring things out, “But I think you’re acting too in love with Benny. You’re supposed to be acting like you’re a douche and be pretending to enjoy all this stuff you do together, when all you want to do is get in his pants.” He was sure the emphasis he put on douche was subtle enough that Schue didn’t catch it.
“What would you know?” Blaine mumbled, softly enough that Schue missed that too.
Dave was sure to get real close. “I may not know much about acting. But I’ve known this entire play backwards and forwards since the year it came out. I know what it’s supposed to look like.” Before Blaine could retort, Dave was back in place and Schue was clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention.
“Come on guys,” he called, “If we can do this at least two more times without stopping, I’ll let you go home early.”
I can not believe my eyes
How the world’s -
Filled with filth and lies/Finally growing wise
But it’s plain to see/(And it’s plain to see)
Evil inside of me/(Rapture inside of me
Is on the rise
They weren’t released from rehearsal until they did an uninterrupted run-through five more times, but Dave was okay. Being able to openly glare at Blaine was almost therapeutic.
He was in such a good mood as he was leaving the auditorium that he was sure he had to have imagined hearing Mr. Schue reminding Kurt that, “You’re supposed to be singing about Captain Hammer, Kurt, not Dr. Horrible.”
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