i try to shine for you
Title: I Try To Shine For You
Pairings: Kurt/Karofsky
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Five times Karofsky attempts to win over Kurt Hummel, and one time he succeeds
Wordcount: 1516
Author's Note: Fill for this prompt. The song lyrics used are from the song Antidote by The Boat People.
1.
It wasn’t the most beautiful bouquet of flowers but they were still flowers; yellow ones with scruffy petals but Dave thought that’s what made them unique. They were scruffy like him. Kurt was at his locker and it was in between third and fourth period when there weren’t that many people milling about as normal. Dave waited until Kurt was the last one there, then rushed over to him.
“Here.” He said, shoving the flowers towards Kurt who jolted in shock.
Kurt looked at the flowers first, then Dave. “What are those?” He asked weakly, still afraid of the much larger, much angrier boy.
“Flowers.” Dave said. Kurt looked back down at them and swallowed. “Uh-” That’s all he got out before he started sneezing. Dave retracted his hand and watched the boy have a fit.
“Are--those--Achillea’s?” Kurt asked between sneezes, his face turning red but not in a way that seemed natural and Dave instantly recognized what was wrong.
Dave’s mouth dropped. He was allergic to them. Fucking allergic. His sister had allergic reactions all the time. Immediately he turned around and left the wheezing boy, tossing the flowers into the trash, stopping by the nurse’s office on the way and telling her to go see who was making that racket.
2.
So there’s this dorky section in the pharmacy for mother’s day gifts. Dave buys a card for his mom and a box of chocolates but those aren’t for her. Once again he waits until Kurt is alone and approaches him when he’s on his way to Glee, stepping in front of him. Kurt glared up at Dave, eyes still tinged with hesitance.
“Here.” Deja vu.
Kurt looks at him warily. He looks at the small red box, not shaped like a heart like they normally are, just a normal box, red and thin. It takes him a few moments to actually take it from Dave. He opens it.
“This is caramel.” Kurt deadpans.
“I didn’t know what kind was in it, I just thought the box looked...nice.” Dave explained.
“I can’t eat caramel.” Kurt says and puts the top back on.
Dave looks like someone just punched him in the face. “I fucking bought them for you.” He spat.
“I don’t want them, do you know how many calories are in caramel? Not to mention what they do to your teeth-”
Dave reaches out and swats the box out of Kurt’s hand and it falls to the floor. He glares at Fancy for a second before walking away.
3.
This time Dave might be going a little overboard. He peers through one of the holes in the box to make sure the things still alive. It mewls a little. He spots Kurt walking out to his car and meets him there.
“Oh my god, Karofsky. What is it this time?” He snaps, adjusting his book bag.
He holds out the box. Kurt rolls his eyes but plays his little game and takes it. It’s larger this time and he needs to balance it against his chest to keep it from falling. He opens it and nearly drops the damn thing.
“You put a kitten in a box?!” Kurt screeches.
“I poked holes in it!” Dave defends.
“Where did you even get a kitten?” Kurt says, placing the box down gently and picking up the small, frightened animal. It’s white and fluffy and would be cute if Kurt wasn’t also allergic to animal hair. He can only hold it for a few minutes but it’s worth it.
“It was a stray.” Dave tells him.
Kurt freezes for a second before gently putting the kitten back in the box. He leaves the top off and opens his car door. Kurt picks up the box and gets in the car, putting the box on the passenger seat.
“You’re going to keep it? You like it?” Dave asks, hope in his voice.
Kurt shoots him a look. “No, I’m bringing it to the pound.” He says and slams the door.
4.
Dave thought extra hard about the next gift. He even went online and looked up articles about what to buy someone you liked. They said things like jewelry, movies, stuffed animals, chocolates. Dave didn’t think any of this stuff would appeal to Kurt. Finally, someone suggested a book. He could do that.
“Karofsky, this is a comic book.” Kurt repeated for the third time, holding the latest addition of X-men in his hand.
“Yeah, it’s a pretty good read.” Dave said, having read it about six times since he had gotten it for Kurt. “And, ya know--the guys in tights.” He continued.
Kurt gave this look that clearly read “what are you doing, you are ridiculous, stop talking” so Dave did. Kurt just scoffed like he couldn’t believe what was happening and turned around, dumping the comic in a trash bin while he walked.
Dave looked down at his shoes.
5.
This was definitely perfect. Dave toted around a boom box with him until he could find the right moment. He knew Kurt was a teacher’s assistant but usually spent that class period in the library so he skipped class and went there, finding Kurt alone at one of the studying receptacles. Dave set down the boom-box. Kurt looked up.
“Are you kidding me?” Kurt asked, eyebrow cocked in a permanent state of disbelief. “Are you actually kidding?”
“No--listen--”
“No, David, you listen. I’m not interested in anything you have to say, none of it. I promised not to tell anyone that you sexually assaulted me--” Dave began to say something “--no, shut your fucking hole because that’s what it was. I didn’t say a word and I never will but stop trying to win me over or seduce me because you never will.” Kurt slammed his books shut, put it in his book bag and left.
Dave sat down in the chair Kurt had vacated, the boys poignant scent still lingering in the air, and pressed play. The slightly upbeat tempo began and it was turned down so low that the elder librarian didn’t hear and Dave quietly muttered the lyrics under his breath.
I believe in love
and all the crazy stuff
but staring into space
has been such an easy place
for me
And recently I’ve found
that even when I’m not around
life keeps going on
and I want to be strong
for you
+1.
Dave had one final idea. He had spotted Kurt in the home ec room several times when he walked past it. He had also heard him complain about it to Finn in the locker room, about how hardly any of the girls could make a proper buttercream cake without burning it. This was Dave’s last chance and it had to be perfect.
It was after school and Kurt was staying behind to finish some pastry that had a ridiculous name. Dave pushed the door open with his back and turned when he entered.
“Hi.” He said.
Kurt looked up from the sugar he was measuring, gave him a blank stare, then looked back down at what he was doing.
“Listen, I know I’m a complete shit for what I did to you a-and I get that, I really do.” He said. Kurt stopped pouring sugar and looked up.
“I fucked up, I know that, and I want to fix it.” He said, rubbing the box with his thumb.
“What is that?” Kurt asked brusquely. Dave looked down at the box and mumbled something. “What?” Kurt said.
“Flours.” Dave said, louder this time.
“I’m allergic.” Kurt said quickly.
Dave just shook his head. Kurt wiped his hands on the dark blue apron he was wearing and catiously approached Dave. When he was in front of him, he looked down at the box. Inside were seven different packages, all marked with different names and decorated in different colors.
“Flour?” Kurt repeated lightly.
“Yeah, for baking. I know how much you like it so I--”
“You got me flours.” Kurt repeated.
Dave turned his head and sighed in frustration, setting the box on one of the counters and turning to leave.
“Wait.” Kurt said quietly.
Dave looked back.
“You got me flours.” Kurt said again and a huge smile stretched across his face. “That is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” He said and walked over to Dave, setting a hand on his shoulder, leaning up and pecking Dave on the cheek. “Thank you.” Kurt said.
Dave didn’t smile back and looked away, a flush forming on his face.
“Take off the letterman jacket and put on an apron.” Kurt said, taking the box of flours over to his table.
“Huh?” Dave said.
“You’re helping me bake.”
“I--I don’t think--”
“Just do it.” Kurt said, not in annoyance but in a “oh come on I know you love me you big softy you just bought me a box of flours so don’t even try to get out of this” kind of way.
Dave took off his jacket after a few seconds and inside he was flying.
Pairings: Kurt/Karofsky
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Five times Karofsky attempts to win over Kurt Hummel, and one time he succeeds
Wordcount: 1516
Author's Note: Fill for this prompt. The song lyrics used are from the song Antidote by The Boat People.
1.
It wasn’t the most beautiful bouquet of flowers but they were still flowers; yellow ones with scruffy petals but Dave thought that’s what made them unique. They were scruffy like him. Kurt was at his locker and it was in between third and fourth period when there weren’t that many people milling about as normal. Dave waited until Kurt was the last one there, then rushed over to him.
“Here.” He said, shoving the flowers towards Kurt who jolted in shock.
Kurt looked at the flowers first, then Dave. “What are those?” He asked weakly, still afraid of the much larger, much angrier boy.
“Flowers.” Dave said. Kurt looked back down at them and swallowed. “Uh-” That’s all he got out before he started sneezing. Dave retracted his hand and watched the boy have a fit.
“Are--those--Achillea’s?” Kurt asked between sneezes, his face turning red but not in a way that seemed natural and Dave instantly recognized what was wrong.
Dave’s mouth dropped. He was allergic to them. Fucking allergic. His sister had allergic reactions all the time. Immediately he turned around and left the wheezing boy, tossing the flowers into the trash, stopping by the nurse’s office on the way and telling her to go see who was making that racket.
2.
So there’s this dorky section in the pharmacy for mother’s day gifts. Dave buys a card for his mom and a box of chocolates but those aren’t for her. Once again he waits until Kurt is alone and approaches him when he’s on his way to Glee, stepping in front of him. Kurt glared up at Dave, eyes still tinged with hesitance.
“Here.” Deja vu.
Kurt looks at him warily. He looks at the small red box, not shaped like a heart like they normally are, just a normal box, red and thin. It takes him a few moments to actually take it from Dave. He opens it.
“This is caramel.” Kurt deadpans.
“I didn’t know what kind was in it, I just thought the box looked...nice.” Dave explained.
“I can’t eat caramel.” Kurt says and puts the top back on.
Dave looks like someone just punched him in the face. “I fucking bought them for you.” He spat.
“I don’t want them, do you know how many calories are in caramel? Not to mention what they do to your teeth-”
Dave reaches out and swats the box out of Kurt’s hand and it falls to the floor. He glares at Fancy for a second before walking away.
3.
This time Dave might be going a little overboard. He peers through one of the holes in the box to make sure the things still alive. It mewls a little. He spots Kurt walking out to his car and meets him there.
“Oh my god, Karofsky. What is it this time?” He snaps, adjusting his book bag.
He holds out the box. Kurt rolls his eyes but plays his little game and takes it. It’s larger this time and he needs to balance it against his chest to keep it from falling. He opens it and nearly drops the damn thing.
“You put a kitten in a box?!” Kurt screeches.
“I poked holes in it!” Dave defends.
“Where did you even get a kitten?” Kurt says, placing the box down gently and picking up the small, frightened animal. It’s white and fluffy and would be cute if Kurt wasn’t also allergic to animal hair. He can only hold it for a few minutes but it’s worth it.
“It was a stray.” Dave tells him.
Kurt freezes for a second before gently putting the kitten back in the box. He leaves the top off and opens his car door. Kurt picks up the box and gets in the car, putting the box on the passenger seat.
“You’re going to keep it? You like it?” Dave asks, hope in his voice.
Kurt shoots him a look. “No, I’m bringing it to the pound.” He says and slams the door.
4.
Dave thought extra hard about the next gift. He even went online and looked up articles about what to buy someone you liked. They said things like jewelry, movies, stuffed animals, chocolates. Dave didn’t think any of this stuff would appeal to Kurt. Finally, someone suggested a book. He could do that.
“Karofsky, this is a comic book.” Kurt repeated for the third time, holding the latest addition of X-men in his hand.
“Yeah, it’s a pretty good read.” Dave said, having read it about six times since he had gotten it for Kurt. “And, ya know--the guys in tights.” He continued.
Kurt gave this look that clearly read “what are you doing, you are ridiculous, stop talking” so Dave did. Kurt just scoffed like he couldn’t believe what was happening and turned around, dumping the comic in a trash bin while he walked.
Dave looked down at his shoes.
5.
This was definitely perfect. Dave toted around a boom box with him until he could find the right moment. He knew Kurt was a teacher’s assistant but usually spent that class period in the library so he skipped class and went there, finding Kurt alone at one of the studying receptacles. Dave set down the boom-box. Kurt looked up.
“Are you kidding me?” Kurt asked, eyebrow cocked in a permanent state of disbelief. “Are you actually kidding?”
“No--listen--”
“No, David, you listen. I’m not interested in anything you have to say, none of it. I promised not to tell anyone that you sexually assaulted me--” Dave began to say something “--no, shut your fucking hole because that’s what it was. I didn’t say a word and I never will but stop trying to win me over or seduce me because you never will.” Kurt slammed his books shut, put it in his book bag and left.
Dave sat down in the chair Kurt had vacated, the boys poignant scent still lingering in the air, and pressed play. The slightly upbeat tempo began and it was turned down so low that the elder librarian didn’t hear and Dave quietly muttered the lyrics under his breath.
I believe in love
and all the crazy stuff
but staring into space
has been such an easy place
for me
And recently I’ve found
that even when I’m not around
life keeps going on
and I want to be strong
for you
+1.
Dave had one final idea. He had spotted Kurt in the home ec room several times when he walked past it. He had also heard him complain about it to Finn in the locker room, about how hardly any of the girls could make a proper buttercream cake without burning it. This was Dave’s last chance and it had to be perfect.
It was after school and Kurt was staying behind to finish some pastry that had a ridiculous name. Dave pushed the door open with his back and turned when he entered.
“Hi.” He said.
Kurt looked up from the sugar he was measuring, gave him a blank stare, then looked back down at what he was doing.
“Listen, I know I’m a complete shit for what I did to you a-and I get that, I really do.” He said. Kurt stopped pouring sugar and looked up.
“I fucked up, I know that, and I want to fix it.” He said, rubbing the box with his thumb.
“What is that?” Kurt asked brusquely. Dave looked down at the box and mumbled something. “What?” Kurt said.
“Flours.” Dave said, louder this time.
“I’m allergic.” Kurt said quickly.
Dave just shook his head. Kurt wiped his hands on the dark blue apron he was wearing and catiously approached Dave. When he was in front of him, he looked down at the box. Inside were seven different packages, all marked with different names and decorated in different colors.
“Flour?” Kurt repeated lightly.
“Yeah, for baking. I know how much you like it so I--”
“You got me flours.” Kurt repeated.
Dave turned his head and sighed in frustration, setting the box on one of the counters and turning to leave.
“Wait.” Kurt said quietly.
Dave looked back.
“You got me flours.” Kurt said again and a huge smile stretched across his face. “That is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” He said and walked over to Dave, setting a hand on his shoulder, leaning up and pecking Dave on the cheek. “Thank you.” Kurt said.
Dave didn’t smile back and looked away, a flush forming on his face.
“Take off the letterman jacket and put on an apron.” Kurt said, taking the box of flours over to his table.
“Huh?” Dave said.
“You’re helping me bake.”
“I--I don’t think--”
“Just do it.” Kurt said, not in annoyance but in a “oh come on I know you love me you big softy you just bought me a box of flours so don’t even try to get out of this” kind of way.
Dave took off his jacket after a few seconds and inside he was flying.