Glee fanfiction; "Love and Logic"; Kurtofsky
Dear FL,
I had planned on NEVAR GOING INTO FANDOM AGAIN, since I have a lot of original fiction that I have to write if I want to graduate this semester. And then there was one kiss on my weekly TV show fluff. I'd written Glee fanfic before, but I'd never really been interested enough in a pairing to consider committing to it. Glee 2.06 changed that; I find myself a somewhat rabid Kurtofsky shipper. Without giving too many spoilers, I will say that I know that this pairing is not for everyone and request that those of you who might find it offensive not click on the LJ cut below and mosey on. For the rest of you!
Title: Love and Logic (prologue)
Author: asafoetida
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~1300
Notes: Spoilers up to 2.08. Swearing. If Glee was mine it would now be the Dave Karofsky Show, so please don't sue because I don't have enough money to make it worth your while anyway. I am not a proponent of Love and Logic and I also do not claim that my representation in this story is entirely accurate, since my knowledge is pretty much strictly ABA (but that wouldn't make nearly as good a title, now would it?)
Summary: For this prompt. When Dave Karofsky's therapist tells him that he will be writing letters to the people he's wronged, he never expects that anybody he sends them to will actually read them. He really doesn't expect Kurt Hummel, of all people, to write one in response. He really, really doesn't expect where it all leads from there.
Dear Hudson Finn Hudson,
Sorry for the slushies, drawing on your face, pushing you around, making fun of you, and threatening you except not really because getting pubes early was embarrassing enough without you being a douche about it. And for tearing up your jacket because I know their expensive. I'm not really sorry and it won't happen again.
Senser Sinsear Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Puckerman,
Sorry about the slushie, man. You know how it is.
Sincerely, that word still doesn't look right
Karofsky
Dear Fabr Quinn,
Sorry for the slushies and making fun of you for being knocked up. It won't happen again as long as you don't get knocked up again because that would be too funny to pass up.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Rachel Berry,
Sorry for the slushie and making fun of you. It probably won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear emo chick Tina,
Sorry for pushing you and messing up your costume. It won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Kurt's friend Mercedes,
Sorry for making fun of you. It won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear glee club people,
Sorry for making fun of you. I know singing doesn't make you gay. It won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Coach Sylvester,
I'm very sorry for making fun of your workout video thing.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Lady Lips Evans,
Sorry for the black eye. Except I shouldn't have to apologize because you hit me first but whatever You hit pretty good for a music geek with Bieber hair. It won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Kurt Hummel Kurt Hummel Kurt Hummel,
I'm sorry for a lot of things. I'm sorry I ever saw you for the slushies, and for messing up your costume, and pushing you around, and I'm sorry for messing with your friends, and for giving you shit for being a homo gay. I'm sorry for scaring you but I didn't know how else to get back in control of things and making you feel like you weren't safe. I didn't mean it. I'm not sorry for kissing you I'm sorry for other things too. You know what things I mean. I'm most sorry I didn't let you and your ladyboy friend he's not your boyfriend is he? help me. It won't happen again but I guess that doesn't mean much since you left even if you come back to school here. Maybe it's better that you're gone because that makes it easier I'm not suposed to miss you Please
Love Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Sure, Coach Sylvester had made it sound like Dave was just coming back to school without the school board doing anything about it at all, but that wasn't true. No, the school board had said that Dave needed anger management as a condition of him being allowed to return. After the first couple of anger management classes were a total bust, his dad had called in some favors and gotten him therapy, instead. Personally, Dave would rather have stuck with the anger management, because at least then all he had to do was sit there and listen and do dumb exercises with the other people in the class. Most of them were twice his age and had done time in prison, and Dave's parents had decided that being around others with the same anger problems was only making his behavior worse, not decreasing it.
It didn't have anything to do with the fact that Hummel had left him, not at all.
So his dad had hooked him up with some weird lady who did something called "love and logic" which seemed pretty dumb. Mostly it was a lot of talking about his feelings, and her talking about how it made her feel when he acted angrily toward her, and how she was going to treat him with respect so that he would treat her with respect. She'd tried to explain it all on the first day, but she'd only gotten to the part about it being a teaching and parenting technique before he started tuning out. It wasn't his fault that she was boring as fuck, was it?
Anyway, it was all about talking about feelings, and he'd thought it was just another dumb exercise when she told him to make a list of everyone he'd ever treated disrespectfully. He'd tried to tell her that he couldn't think of everyone, but she'd talked to him like he was a three-year-old ("I've noticed, David, that when you're feeling insecure about having to address your emotions and mistakes, you pretend that you don't know things, or can't do things, and I know that's not true...") until he'd agreed just to make her shut up. He apparently hadn't been listening close enough when she told him about it at first - he didn't listen to her a lot - because when he'd come up with his list she'd told him "Excellent! Now for next week I want you to have prepared letters for all of these people, apologizing for treating them disrespectfully and explaining to them why you behaved as you did, as well as assuring them that you will treat them with more respect in the future."
Well, he'd gotten the apology and the promise part down, but Dave sure as hell wasn't going to write about his feelings to Puckerman and Hudson. Maybe if she was going to read the letters, he would, but when he'd asked she'd told him "it would be disrespectful of me to read your personal correspondence without your permission, David, but if you would like me to look at them I would be more than happy to." Which he took to mean that if he said no, she wouldn't look because that would be betraying the rapport she was building between them - not his words, hers from the last time he'd asked a question.
Most of them had been pretty easy, and he'd tried to scribble out his mistakes and the things he figured out that he shouldn't say after he wrote them (because he wasn't wasting paper on dumb letters that they'd probably just throw away anyway, when they saw they were from him). There was only one letter that had taken more than a couple of minutes, and on that letter there were lots of blots and cross outs and possibly a few holes in the paper where he'd gotten mad and stabbed it with the pen. He was shoving it in the envelope before the therapist could see that and have another talk with him about using words to vent his frustration instead of aggressive actions. Before he did that, though, he dragged his pen over the crossed out words one more time, just making sure that it was dark enough (could it ever be dark enough?).
It still, when he read it through one last time, seemed a little too... well... gay. Completely homotastic. Queeralicious. ("David, I've noticed that you use a lot of derogatory language when you feel as though expressing your emotions is threatening your masculinity. Have you tried thinking of it as..." he cut the mental therapist off before she could finish, that time.) Hey, it wasn't like Hummel didn't know - he was the only one who would - fuck, if he couldn't make it sound any better in his own head there was no way Dave could get it better in another letter. He closed his eyes, opened them when he realized he had to fold it, closed them again, and then gave up and kept them open because trying to shove a letter he couldn't see into an envelope he couldn't see wasn't going very well.
She'd said that she'd provide the stamps and that they could look up the addresses together. That had been Dave's last objection to actually sending the letters - he really hated the logic part of the therapy almost as much as he hated the love part. He hated the way she was going to get all soft and tell him she was proud of him. Really, he did.
He dropped the dictionary on the floor beside his desk. It hit with a pretty satisfying thump.
He wouldn't even read it, anyway.
I had planned on NEVAR GOING INTO FANDOM AGAIN, since I have a lot of original fiction that I have to write if I want to graduate this semester. And then there was one kiss on my weekly TV show fluff. I'd written Glee fanfic before, but I'd never really been interested enough in a pairing to consider committing to it. Glee 2.06 changed that; I find myself a somewhat rabid Kurtofsky shipper. Without giving too many spoilers, I will say that I know that this pairing is not for everyone and request that those of you who might find it offensive not click on the LJ cut below and mosey on. For the rest of you!
Title: Love and Logic (prologue)
Author: asafoetida
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~1300
Notes: Spoilers up to 2.08. Swearing. If Glee was mine it would now be the Dave Karofsky Show, so please don't sue because I don't have enough money to make it worth your while anyway. I am not a proponent of Love and Logic and I also do not claim that my representation in this story is entirely accurate, since my knowledge is pretty much strictly ABA (but that wouldn't make nearly as good a title, now would it?)
Summary: For this prompt. When Dave Karofsky's therapist tells him that he will be writing letters to the people he's wronged, he never expects that anybody he sends them to will actually read them. He really doesn't expect Kurt Hummel, of all people, to write one in response. He really, really doesn't expect where it all leads from there.
Dear Hudson Finn Hudson,
Sorry for the slushies, drawing on your face, pushing you around, making fun of you, and threatening you except not really because getting pubes early was embarrassing enough without you being a douche about it. And for tearing up your jacket because I know their expensive. I'm not really sorry and it won't happen again.
Senser Sinsear Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Puckerman,
Sorry about the slushie, man. You know how it is.
Sincerely, that word still doesn't look right
Karofsky
Dear Fabr Quinn,
Sorry for the slushies and making fun of you for being knocked up. It won't happen again as long as you don't get knocked up again because that would be too funny to pass up.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Rachel Berry,
Sorry for the slushie and making fun of you. It probably won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear emo chick Tina,
Sorry for pushing you and messing up your costume. It won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Kurt's friend Mercedes,
Sorry for making fun of you. It won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear glee club people,
Sorry for making fun of you. I know singing doesn't make you gay. It won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Coach Sylvester,
I'm very sorry for making fun of your workout video thing.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Lady Lips Evans,
Sorry for the black eye. Except I shouldn't have to apologize because you hit me first but whatever You hit pretty good for a music geek with Bieber hair. It won't happen again.
Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Dear Kurt Hummel Kurt Hummel Kurt Hummel,
I'm sorry for a lot of things. I'm sorry I ever saw you for the slushies, and for messing up your costume, and pushing you around, and I'm sorry for messing with your friends, and for giving you shit for being a homo gay. I'm sorry for scaring you but I didn't know how else to get back in control of things and making you feel like you weren't safe. I didn't mean it. I'm not sorry for kissing you I'm sorry for other things too. You know what things I mean. I'm most sorry I didn't let you and your ladyboy friend he's not your boyfriend is he? help me. It won't happen again but I guess that doesn't mean much since you left even if you come back to school here. Maybe it's better that you're gone because that makes it easier I'm not suposed to miss you Please
Love Sincerely,
Dave Karofsky
Sure, Coach Sylvester had made it sound like Dave was just coming back to school without the school board doing anything about it at all, but that wasn't true. No, the school board had said that Dave needed anger management as a condition of him being allowed to return. After the first couple of anger management classes were a total bust, his dad had called in some favors and gotten him therapy, instead. Personally, Dave would rather have stuck with the anger management, because at least then all he had to do was sit there and listen and do dumb exercises with the other people in the class. Most of them were twice his age and had done time in prison, and Dave's parents had decided that being around others with the same anger problems was only making his behavior worse, not decreasing it.
It didn't have anything to do with the fact that Hummel had left him, not at all.
So his dad had hooked him up with some weird lady who did something called "love and logic" which seemed pretty dumb. Mostly it was a lot of talking about his feelings, and her talking about how it made her feel when he acted angrily toward her, and how she was going to treat him with respect so that he would treat her with respect. She'd tried to explain it all on the first day, but she'd only gotten to the part about it being a teaching and parenting technique before he started tuning out. It wasn't his fault that she was boring as fuck, was it?
Anyway, it was all about talking about feelings, and he'd thought it was just another dumb exercise when she told him to make a list of everyone he'd ever treated disrespectfully. He'd tried to tell her that he couldn't think of everyone, but she'd talked to him like he was a three-year-old ("I've noticed, David, that when you're feeling insecure about having to address your emotions and mistakes, you pretend that you don't know things, or can't do things, and I know that's not true...") until he'd agreed just to make her shut up. He apparently hadn't been listening close enough when she told him about it at first - he didn't listen to her a lot - because when he'd come up with his list she'd told him "Excellent! Now for next week I want you to have prepared letters for all of these people, apologizing for treating them disrespectfully and explaining to them why you behaved as you did, as well as assuring them that you will treat them with more respect in the future."
Well, he'd gotten the apology and the promise part down, but Dave sure as hell wasn't going to write about his feelings to Puckerman and Hudson. Maybe if she was going to read the letters, he would, but when he'd asked she'd told him "it would be disrespectful of me to read your personal correspondence without your permission, David, but if you would like me to look at them I would be more than happy to." Which he took to mean that if he said no, she wouldn't look because that would be betraying the rapport she was building between them - not his words, hers from the last time he'd asked a question.
Most of them had been pretty easy, and he'd tried to scribble out his mistakes and the things he figured out that he shouldn't say after he wrote them (because he wasn't wasting paper on dumb letters that they'd probably just throw away anyway, when they saw they were from him). There was only one letter that had taken more than a couple of minutes, and on that letter there were lots of blots and cross outs and possibly a few holes in the paper where he'd gotten mad and stabbed it with the pen. He was shoving it in the envelope before the therapist could see that and have another talk with him about using words to vent his frustration instead of aggressive actions. Before he did that, though, he dragged his pen over the crossed out words one more time, just making sure that it was dark enough (could it ever be dark enough?).
It still, when he read it through one last time, seemed a little too... well... gay. Completely homotastic. Queeralicious. ("David, I've noticed that you use a lot of derogatory language when you feel as though expressing your emotions is threatening your masculinity. Have you tried thinking of it as..." he cut the mental therapist off before she could finish, that time.) Hey, it wasn't like Hummel didn't know - he was the only one who would - fuck, if he couldn't make it sound any better in his own head there was no way Dave could get it better in another letter. He closed his eyes, opened them when he realized he had to fold it, closed them again, and then gave up and kept them open because trying to shove a letter he couldn't see into an envelope he couldn't see wasn't going very well.
She'd said that she'd provide the stamps and that they could look up the addresses together. That had been Dave's last objection to actually sending the letters - he really hated the logic part of the therapy almost as much as he hated the love part. He hated the way she was going to get all soft and tell him she was proud of him. Really, he did.
He dropped the dictionary on the floor beside his desk. It hit with a pretty satisfying thump.
He wouldn't even read it, anyway.