Fic: When You Hold A Flame (Vol 1: Track 3)
Series: When You Hold A Flame
Title: (I Hate) Everything About You
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: PG-13 (only because I can't bear to rate it lower when it has homophobic language in it)
Word Count: 473
Spoilers: Through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: Homophobic language, swearing, mild sexuality.
Previous Chapters: HERE
Summary: There’s something unbelievably satisfying about that metallic bang.
Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take
Every feeling that I get, but I haven’t missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you…why do I love you?
I hate everything about you…why do I love you?
There’s something unbelievably satisfying about that metallic bang he hears every time he shoves Hummel into a locker. The hollow crash of the metal, the thud of books or the crack of a cell phone hitting the floor, the pained yelp of the fag screaming like the little girl he is. The smug superiority when he looks back and sees the outrage on Hummel’s face, but he knows that he’s not gonna do anything, because what can he do? Deep down he knows he deserves it for letting his gay show like that. Dave doesn’t think about the way his heart skips a beat every time he touches Hummel, whether it’s through the weird-looking outfits or those rare and precious moments when it’s skin-against-skin. It’s the rush of giving Fancy what’s coming to him, that’s what it is.
Slushies are even better. The moment of terror in Fancy’s eyes just before that porcelain skin and impeccably styled hair are made into a sticky gooey mess. Watching the look on the homo’s face when he looks down at his precious little outfit coated in grape syrupy sweetness. But then he sees the icy slush coating Hummel’s lips or dripping slowly down the curve of his throat and he gets that almost irresistible urge to just lean in and lick it all away, to suck every drop of it off those soft pink lips, and just…
Then he remembers where he is, and who he is, and more importantly, who he isn’t. He isn’t a homo like Fancy. He’s David Fucking Karofsky, terror of McKinley High. He hates those expensive faggy clothes and those soft faggy lips and that porcelean faggy skin. They make him sick. He storms off down the hallway and around the corner to the boy’s locker room, which is thankfully empty. With one anxious glance back at the door he goes to the back of the room, leans against the lockers, and slides slowly down to the floor. He breathes in and out, deliberately, methodically, counting to ten and then back down again, feeling his heartbeat pound in his throat as he tries to will his libido away.
He doesn’t want to leave the locker room. Here he’s safe. Here he can be alone in the silence and he can lean his head back against the lockers thinking the un-sexiest thoughts he can manage and forget how Hummel makes him feel. He can forget what Hummel does to him, can crush the thoughts that Hummel’s planted in his brain, can for a brief moment stop wondering why this is happening to him. But he can’t stay here forever. So, with one final deep breath, he stands up and walks back out the door, determined and hardened.
He will not let Hummel do this to him. He will not let Hummel win.
Title: (I Hate) Everything About You
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: PG-13 (only because I can't bear to rate it lower when it has homophobic language in it)
Word Count: 473
Spoilers: Through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: Homophobic language, swearing, mild sexuality.
Previous Chapters: HERE
Summary: There’s something unbelievably satisfying about that metallic bang.
Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take
Every feeling that I get, but I haven’t missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you…why do I love you?
I hate everything about you…why do I love you?
There’s something unbelievably satisfying about that metallic bang he hears every time he shoves Hummel into a locker. The hollow crash of the metal, the thud of books or the crack of a cell phone hitting the floor, the pained yelp of the fag screaming like the little girl he is. The smug superiority when he looks back and sees the outrage on Hummel’s face, but he knows that he’s not gonna do anything, because what can he do? Deep down he knows he deserves it for letting his gay show like that. Dave doesn’t think about the way his heart skips a beat every time he touches Hummel, whether it’s through the weird-looking outfits or those rare and precious moments when it’s skin-against-skin. It’s the rush of giving Fancy what’s coming to him, that’s what it is.
Slushies are even better. The moment of terror in Fancy’s eyes just before that porcelain skin and impeccably styled hair are made into a sticky gooey mess. Watching the look on the homo’s face when he looks down at his precious little outfit coated in grape syrupy sweetness. But then he sees the icy slush coating Hummel’s lips or dripping slowly down the curve of his throat and he gets that almost irresistible urge to just lean in and lick it all away, to suck every drop of it off those soft pink lips, and just…
Then he remembers where he is, and who he is, and more importantly, who he isn’t. He isn’t a homo like Fancy. He’s David Fucking Karofsky, terror of McKinley High. He hates those expensive faggy clothes and those soft faggy lips and that porcelean faggy skin. They make him sick. He storms off down the hallway and around the corner to the boy’s locker room, which is thankfully empty. With one anxious glance back at the door he goes to the back of the room, leans against the lockers, and slides slowly down to the floor. He breathes in and out, deliberately, methodically, counting to ten and then back down again, feeling his heartbeat pound in his throat as he tries to will his libido away.
He doesn’t want to leave the locker room. Here he’s safe. Here he can be alone in the silence and he can lean his head back against the lockers thinking the un-sexiest thoughts he can manage and forget how Hummel makes him feel. He can forget what Hummel does to him, can crush the thoughts that Hummel’s planted in his brain, can for a brief moment stop wondering why this is happening to him. But he can’t stay here forever. So, with one final deep breath, he stands up and walks back out the door, determined and hardened.
He will not let Hummel do this to him. He will not let Hummel win.