Fic: When You Hold A Flame (Vol 2: Track 2)
Series: When You Hold A Flame
Title: You Dropped A Bomb On Me
Author: dawncrow
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: PG-13 (lots of f-bombs but you’re grownups)
Genre: Ficmix
Word Count: 528
Spoilers: Specific through 2x06. Through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: Homophobic language, swearing
Previous Chapters: HERE
A/N: OMG you guys I’m sorry. I’ve had the worst flu of my life and I can’t write when I’m sick, but I’m better now, so yay, fic!
Summary: He let himself be pushed away, more out of shock than anything else. What? But…this couldn’t be right.
You were my thrills, you were my pills, you dropped a bomb on me
You turn me out, you turn me on,
You turned me loose, then you turned me wrong
…
We were in motion, felt like an ocean, you were the girl for me
You were the first explosion, turned out to be corrosion
You were the first for me, but you turned me out, babe.
He let himself be pushed away, more out of shock than anything else. What? But…this couldn’t be right. Hummel had been the one who started all this, right? Hummel had been the one who put these thoughts in his head, why would he do that if he didn’t want this? Why would he have made Dave feel all these screwed up, sick, wonderful things if he didn’t want…
But there was Kurt, curling backwards away from him, terror in his eyes, his delicate hand rising to his mouth like he was trying not to throw up. He was horrified. He was disgusted.
Which meant that Kurt hadn’t done anything at all. Everything had been Dave. It had been him all along. His own damn faggot mind. For just a brief shining moment everything in the world had seemed perfect. But because of that he’d fucked everything up.
Dave slammed his hands into the lockers before he even realized what he was doing, and it hurt but not as much as that look in Hummel’s eyes fucking hurt. He’d fucked up. He’d lost control and he’d fucked up and now Kurt was going to hate him even more than he already had and he’d never get to do what he just did ever again. And he didn’t know what else to do so he ran. Out of the locker room, out of the school, just out. He fumbled in his pocket for his keys, but finally got the car door open and sat in the drivers’ seat, reclining it back as far as it would go and slamming the door closed behind him and falling back into the seat, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as though somehow that would make this all go away. He let it all out, yelling, raging against the roof of his car, curling his fingers into his hair as his entire body shook with sobs and fury and he saw his entire world, his entire life, crumbling and burning to the ground.
What the hell was he going to do now?
***
As the locker room door swung closed, Kurt was still standing in the same position he had been when Karofsky left. His lips tingled with the ghost of Karofsky’s mouth against his, and the lingering taste was immediately lost as his mouth turned dry and the reality of what had just happened hit him. Karofsky…Dave Karofsky…had just…just stolen…oh god.
He sank slowly to the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest, and he reached into his pocket to draw out the phone that Karofsky had knocked out of his hands. A slender hairline crack ran across its surface, but it still seemed to be in working order. Fingers trembling, he did the only thing he could think of to do.
Blaine. Call me. NOW.
He pressed send and curled his hand around the phone as he clutched it to his chest. His entire body shook with sobs and residual terror, and he let his head fall back against the lockers as he drew shaking breath after shaking breath.
What the hell was he going to do now?
Title: You Dropped A Bomb On Me
Author: dawncrow
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: PG-13 (lots of f-bombs but you’re grownups)
Genre: Ficmix
Word Count: 528
Spoilers: Specific through 2x06. Through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: Homophobic language, swearing
Previous Chapters: HERE
A/N: OMG you guys I’m sorry. I’ve had the worst flu of my life and I can’t write when I’m sick, but I’m better now, so yay, fic!
Summary: He let himself be pushed away, more out of shock than anything else. What? But…this couldn’t be right.
You were my thrills, you were my pills, you dropped a bomb on me
You turn me out, you turn me on,
You turned me loose, then you turned me wrong
…
We were in motion, felt like an ocean, you were the girl for me
You were the first explosion, turned out to be corrosion
You were the first for me, but you turned me out, babe.
He let himself be pushed away, more out of shock than anything else. What? But…this couldn’t be right. Hummel had been the one who started all this, right? Hummel had been the one who put these thoughts in his head, why would he do that if he didn’t want this? Why would he have made Dave feel all these screwed up, sick, wonderful things if he didn’t want…
But there was Kurt, curling backwards away from him, terror in his eyes, his delicate hand rising to his mouth like he was trying not to throw up. He was horrified. He was disgusted.
Which meant that Kurt hadn’t done anything at all. Everything had been Dave. It had been him all along. His own damn faggot mind. For just a brief shining moment everything in the world had seemed perfect. But because of that he’d fucked everything up.
Dave slammed his hands into the lockers before he even realized what he was doing, and it hurt but not as much as that look in Hummel’s eyes fucking hurt. He’d fucked up. He’d lost control and he’d fucked up and now Kurt was going to hate him even more than he already had and he’d never get to do what he just did ever again. And he didn’t know what else to do so he ran. Out of the locker room, out of the school, just out. He fumbled in his pocket for his keys, but finally got the car door open and sat in the drivers’ seat, reclining it back as far as it would go and slamming the door closed behind him and falling back into the seat, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as though somehow that would make this all go away. He let it all out, yelling, raging against the roof of his car, curling his fingers into his hair as his entire body shook with sobs and fury and he saw his entire world, his entire life, crumbling and burning to the ground.
What the hell was he going to do now?
***
As the locker room door swung closed, Kurt was still standing in the same position he had been when Karofsky left. His lips tingled with the ghost of Karofsky’s mouth against his, and the lingering taste was immediately lost as his mouth turned dry and the reality of what had just happened hit him. Karofsky…Dave Karofsky…had just…just stolen…oh god.
He sank slowly to the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest, and he reached into his pocket to draw out the phone that Karofsky had knocked out of his hands. A slender hairline crack ran across its surface, but it still seemed to be in working order. Fingers trembling, he did the only thing he could think of to do.
Blaine. Call me. NOW.
He pressed send and curled his hand around the phone as he clutched it to his chest. His entire body shook with sobs and residual terror, and he let his head fall back against the lockers as he drew shaking breath after shaking breath.
What the hell was he going to do now?