Fic: I Hate the Dentist (Kurt/Finn) PG-13 (9/?)
Title: I Hate the Dentist
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 9/? - "Suspect, Surrender, Solve"
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1880
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurt Hummel isn't stupid. When the straight love of his life is drunk enough to sleep with him at a party, he's not going to stick around for the fallout. However, maybe he is stupid, because running away has consequences.
Spoilers: Up to 1x22, "Journey."
Warnings: Swearing, talk of rape and sex (and I guess, sort of, pseudo-step-incest). Homophobia.
Author's Notes: Written for the glee_angst_meme, the prompt: "Finn gets his drink spiked at a party and wakes up naked and alone in a bed in the host's house, with no memories of the night before. When word gets out, someone starts a rumor that it was Kurt who drugged Finn so he could sleep with him and Kurt's life is subsequently made a living hell. I mean hardcore threats, violence, that sort of thing. But Kurt feels powerless to do anything because - even though he wasn't aware Finn was drugged - they had slept together. I don't care about resolution but I'd one to confront the other about it." Title is inspired by Veronica Mars.
9: Suspect, Surrender, Solve
Mercedes can't honestly believe Kurt would ever do something like that; everything that's going about the school is just prejudiced hysteria. It's Kurt; he's her man, and he wouldn't hurt anyone like that. She knows this. She loves him, and more importantly, she trusts him.
She just wishes it was that simple.
She can't help it; she remembers how Kurt showed up at her doorstep, having some kind of nervous breakdown. He cried his heart out and told her he 'screwed up', but he just could not tell her how, and that made her kind of suspicious even before she had any idea what had really happened at that party. Now, the thought is killing her.
She won't believe Kurt really did that to Finn - she feels horrible for even thinking it, but she can't shake the feeling that Kurt showing up was more than a coincidence. She prays that, even if it was about that, it wasn't what you'd think - Kurt felt like he'd screwed up by not protecting Finn or something. Honestly, that probably makes more sense, because if Kurt had really done that, would he be all remorseful about it?
So she should believe that theory, but the thoughts - awful thoughts - won't leave her alone. And she can't just ask Kurt what he was actually talking about, because he'd probably refuse to tell her just like he did before, and it would break his heart if he ever realized she could think...
All in all, this leads to her head hurting all the time, and the fact she can't even look her best friend right now without wanting to puke.
She is so screwed.
But anyway, Kurt has actually asked for her this time, so she's going to suck it up and deal.
She walks in and immediately sees he has bruises on his face. “Oh my god!” she cries. “What did they do you?”
“Physical violence. A combination of a hate crime and misaimed vigilante justice,” he says, looking down at the floor. When he finally meets her eyes, his smile is weak. “Hey, Mercedes.”
She swoops down to his side to hug him. “Hey,” she replies, before pulling back. “Seriously though, you owe me a major explanation for this. What. Happened?”
She tries not to pay attention to the way he flinches at her question. “Basically, when I got to school this morning, I found my locker had been vandalized - homophobic slurs, and... claims I was the one who...” he trails off, then shakes his head. “Then Karofsky and his goons jumped me. Finn intervened, but... he was having something of a nervous breakdown while doing so, and that worried me,” he looks down at the floor again after saying this, and Mercedes pauses uncomfortably.
“So, uh... do you know what's happening now?” she asks.
Kurt shrugs. “Finn's pretty much gotten a get-out-of-jail-free card for anything and everything, given, uh, his situation. I've been here most of the day; no-one's explained much to me. I didn't know what on Earth was going on with Karofsky for quite a while, but apparently, his father has been called in, and my father has been called in, and his father has been called in, and they're all discussing the situation with Principal Figgins. No-one has said why I am not considered an important part of this discussion, but oh well.”
Mercedes sighs and takes his hand. “You wanna go eavesdrop?”
“Thought you'd never ask.”
*
“You cannot be serious about this-“ yells Karofsky Snr., as Kurt and Mercedes unsubtly press their ears against the door.
“Dam right he better be serious about this!” yells Burt, making Mercedes jump a little. “After what your kid did-”
“Oh, hell no! David fucked up due to massive personal issues, and the fact that yeah, he actually wants to help a kid he knows who's in major shit right now-”
“Don't give me that! My boys have told me about this guy, here; I know him and Finn can't stand each other! He's got a better chance of being the one who did this than my son does. Speaking of which, I think we can all guess why Kurt's everyone's prime suspect, huh?”
“Oh god, not with the homophobia bullcrap. Look, you've heard about my kid? I've heard about your kid. Everyone knows he liked Hudson, so don't make out like he'd have no reason to put a hand on him-”
“And, uh, despite all I know how shit this understanding of why someone would commit rape is, I gotta ask: are you rounding up everyone who ever liked Finn? Or just the guy who dared to do it?”
“Sorry to bring this up, because it must be annoying dealing with this with one kid, but Hudson got a dick in his ass when he was passed out, so yeah-”
”Mr. Hummel, Mr. Karofsky!” bursts out Principal Figgins, making everyone jump - including Kurt and Mercedes. “This is not a matter of discussion. David committed a hate crime; an act of homophobia, violence and defamation. Kurt Hummel has done nothing, and certainly nothing that can be proven. He has a history of this sort of behavior, and in accordance with all school policies, he is expelled!”
There's an uncomfortable silence. Mercedes comfortingly squeezes Kurt's shoulder as he just stares.
“Don't think this is over, Figgins,” mutters Karofsky Snr. “I don't care what you think, but you're not going to do this to my son.”
“Look, I don't know what your problem is,” says Burt, “But you keep your little psycho the hell away from my family, alright?”
“Gentlemen,” says Figgins, “Could you just leave now?”
There is some mumbling before they agree to do so, and Kurt and Mercedes stop paying attention. They collapse against the doorframe. “They expelled him,” says Kurt, like he barely understands the concept. “Because of what happened. They expelled him for attacking me.”
Mercedes raises an eyebrow. “This surprises you?”
Kurt flinched and didn't answer. Something in Mercedes' gut started to hurt.
Then someone started to push the door open. “What the hell?”
“Ah!” yelled Mercedes as she and Kurt pulled away and tried to stand up before they were crushed to death. Karofsky, his dad and Burt just stared at them all.
“Kurt? What are you doing here?” asked Burt.
“What the fuck are you freaks doing snooping here?” snapped Karofsky Snr. “Haven't you ruined everything enough?”
There was an awkward silence as Mercedes waits for Kurt to be Kurt; to tear the people hating on him to pieces. It doesn't happen, as he just stares at the floor, looking awful. She has to step up to the plate. “Hey, uh, he was the one who got beat up for no real reason. Think he has a right to be hearing what exactly was going on about it?”
Mercedes shoots Kurt a look; one that means 'boy, where are you and why aren't you being awesome right now?'
“Right,” sneers Daddy Karofsky. “Poor kid. He's just such an innocent victim.”
Kurt suddenly looks back up. “I did nothing wrong,” he whispers.
“What?”
“I did nothing wrong. I don't care what your ignorant prejudices make you believe,” he says, and then he turns a harsh glare to the Karofsky they know. “And as for you... the word 'why?' springs to mind,” he says. Karofsky stares. “Honestly, given everything I'd expect you to just avoid anything to do with this at all costs,” he says. “We know you helped drug him. Everyone knows. Aren't you worried about seeming dangerous, suspicious?”
“Wait, what?!” yells Burt, who obviously didn't fall under that 'everyone'.
Kurt shakes his head, ignoring his dad for now. “And the thing is, you said you didn't do it. I said I didn't do it. And you didn't seem so desperate to act like I was the villain for five minutes; you talked to me. You said exactly how horrible you felt because of what happened; how guilty, and how angry, because you never meant this to happen and why should you have to carry that responsibility around for the rest of your life?” his voice is starting to crack on that, but he hides it well with a snort. “And I believed you. And I felt sorry for you. Not so sure what to think now.”
“Fuck you, Hummel!” yells Karofsky. “You don't have a fucking clue what's going on, or why I'm-”
“Shut up!” yells Kurt, a little less composed. He gets back to normal quickly. “You know what I saw there? I thought you would put aside your prejudices to look at the situation properly, and see what was actually the most likely explanation,” he says. “I was undoubtedly wrong, because sometimes I am, well, fucking stupid. Is it easier, David, just to hurt the easiest target there so you can pretend you feel a little less terrible and like you deserve to die?”
“SHUT UP!”
Kurt smirks. “Hit a nerve,” he says. “Goodbye, Karofsky. I won't say I'll miss you.”
Karofsky Snr. puts a hand over his son's shoulder, although he appears somewhat stricken by the revelation of the role everyone knows Karofsky had in the rape. “Come on, son, let's just go. We don't need to put up with this,” he says, and they both walk off. Kurt exhales deeply.
“Fuckers,” mutters Burt. “Come on. We're finding Finn and getting out of here, kiddo,” he says, wrapping an arm around Kurt.
“Can Mercedes come with us?” he blurts out. “Please? I need her.”
Burt looks at her for a few seconds, and sighs. “Alright. But if her parents kill me, it's not my fault.”
“Noted,” says Kurt. “First, I need to get something from my locker,” he says, pulling away from his father's embrace. “'Cedes come with me.”
They head off for his locker, and once they get there, she feels the impulse to start talking. “So, uh, you were pretty awesome there,” she says. “I mean, telling him where to shove it, and how you wouldn't do something like that and he's a homophobic, hypocritical piece of shit. Did you guys really have that talk?”
She's not expecting what happens next.
Kurt goes limp, rests his head against his locker, and starts crying.
“Kurt?” she asks, heart sinking again. “What's wrong?”
“I can't tell you,” he says, and it's like a bullet to the head. He said before. “Just... stay and go home with us, okay?”
“I can't,” she blurts out. Some part of her she doesn't even understand is panicking. “I have to... not go.”
“Mercedes, don't-”
“Sorry,” she says, turning on her heel. She can't even pretend she's not crying like he is as she goes.
She needs to figure this out, and fix this somehow.
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 9/? - "Suspect, Surrender, Solve"
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1880
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurt Hummel isn't stupid. When the straight love of his life is drunk enough to sleep with him at a party, he's not going to stick around for the fallout. However, maybe he is stupid, because running away has consequences.
Spoilers: Up to 1x22, "Journey."
Warnings: Swearing, talk of rape and sex (and I guess, sort of, pseudo-step-incest). Homophobia.
Author's Notes: Written for the glee_angst_meme, the prompt: "Finn gets his drink spiked at a party and wakes up naked and alone in a bed in the host's house, with no memories of the night before. When word gets out, someone starts a rumor that it was Kurt who drugged Finn so he could sleep with him and Kurt's life is subsequently made a living hell. I mean hardcore threats, violence, that sort of thing. But Kurt feels powerless to do anything because - even though he wasn't aware Finn was drugged - they had slept together. I don't care about resolution but I'd one to confront the other about it." Title is inspired by Veronica Mars.
9: Suspect, Surrender, Solve
Mercedes can't honestly believe Kurt would ever do something like that; everything that's going about the school is just prejudiced hysteria. It's Kurt; he's her man, and he wouldn't hurt anyone like that. She knows this. She loves him, and more importantly, she trusts him.
She just wishes it was that simple.
She can't help it; she remembers how Kurt showed up at her doorstep, having some kind of nervous breakdown. He cried his heart out and told her he 'screwed up', but he just could not tell her how, and that made her kind of suspicious even before she had any idea what had really happened at that party. Now, the thought is killing her.
She won't believe Kurt really did that to Finn - she feels horrible for even thinking it, but she can't shake the feeling that Kurt showing up was more than a coincidence. She prays that, even if it was about that, it wasn't what you'd think - Kurt felt like he'd screwed up by not protecting Finn or something. Honestly, that probably makes more sense, because if Kurt had really done that, would he be all remorseful about it?
So she should believe that theory, but the thoughts - awful thoughts - won't leave her alone. And she can't just ask Kurt what he was actually talking about, because he'd probably refuse to tell her just like he did before, and it would break his heart if he ever realized she could think...
All in all, this leads to her head hurting all the time, and the fact she can't even look her best friend right now without wanting to puke.
She is so screwed.
But anyway, Kurt has actually asked for her this time, so she's going to suck it up and deal.
She walks in and immediately sees he has bruises on his face. “Oh my god!” she cries. “What did they do you?”
“Physical violence. A combination of a hate crime and misaimed vigilante justice,” he says, looking down at the floor. When he finally meets her eyes, his smile is weak. “Hey, Mercedes.”
She swoops down to his side to hug him. “Hey,” she replies, before pulling back. “Seriously though, you owe me a major explanation for this. What. Happened?”
She tries not to pay attention to the way he flinches at her question. “Basically, when I got to school this morning, I found my locker had been vandalized - homophobic slurs, and... claims I was the one who...” he trails off, then shakes his head. “Then Karofsky and his goons jumped me. Finn intervened, but... he was having something of a nervous breakdown while doing so, and that worried me,” he looks down at the floor again after saying this, and Mercedes pauses uncomfortably.
“So, uh... do you know what's happening now?” she asks.
Kurt shrugs. “Finn's pretty much gotten a get-out-of-jail-free card for anything and everything, given, uh, his situation. I've been here most of the day; no-one's explained much to me. I didn't know what on Earth was going on with Karofsky for quite a while, but apparently, his father has been called in, and my father has been called in, and his father has been called in, and they're all discussing the situation with Principal Figgins. No-one has said why I am not considered an important part of this discussion, but oh well.”
Mercedes sighs and takes his hand. “You wanna go eavesdrop?”
“Thought you'd never ask.”
*
“You cannot be serious about this-“ yells Karofsky Snr., as Kurt and Mercedes unsubtly press their ears against the door.
“Dam right he better be serious about this!” yells Burt, making Mercedes jump a little. “After what your kid did-”
“Oh, hell no! David fucked up due to massive personal issues, and the fact that yeah, he actually wants to help a kid he knows who's in major shit right now-”
“Don't give me that! My boys have told me about this guy, here; I know him and Finn can't stand each other! He's got a better chance of being the one who did this than my son does. Speaking of which, I think we can all guess why Kurt's everyone's prime suspect, huh?”
“Oh god, not with the homophobia bullcrap. Look, you've heard about my kid? I've heard about your kid. Everyone knows he liked Hudson, so don't make out like he'd have no reason to put a hand on him-”
“And, uh, despite all I know how shit this understanding of why someone would commit rape is, I gotta ask: are you rounding up everyone who ever liked Finn? Or just the guy who dared to do it?”
“Sorry to bring this up, because it must be annoying dealing with this with one kid, but Hudson got a dick in his ass when he was passed out, so yeah-”
”Mr. Hummel, Mr. Karofsky!” bursts out Principal Figgins, making everyone jump - including Kurt and Mercedes. “This is not a matter of discussion. David committed a hate crime; an act of homophobia, violence and defamation. Kurt Hummel has done nothing, and certainly nothing that can be proven. He has a history of this sort of behavior, and in accordance with all school policies, he is expelled!”
There's an uncomfortable silence. Mercedes comfortingly squeezes Kurt's shoulder as he just stares.
“Don't think this is over, Figgins,” mutters Karofsky Snr. “I don't care what you think, but you're not going to do this to my son.”
“Look, I don't know what your problem is,” says Burt, “But you keep your little psycho the hell away from my family, alright?”
“Gentlemen,” says Figgins, “Could you just leave now?”
There is some mumbling before they agree to do so, and Kurt and Mercedes stop paying attention. They collapse against the doorframe. “They expelled him,” says Kurt, like he barely understands the concept. “Because of what happened. They expelled him for attacking me.”
Mercedes raises an eyebrow. “This surprises you?”
Kurt flinched and didn't answer. Something in Mercedes' gut started to hurt.
Then someone started to push the door open. “What the hell?”
“Ah!” yelled Mercedes as she and Kurt pulled away and tried to stand up before they were crushed to death. Karofsky, his dad and Burt just stared at them all.
“Kurt? What are you doing here?” asked Burt.
“What the fuck are you freaks doing snooping here?” snapped Karofsky Snr. “Haven't you ruined everything enough?”
There was an awkward silence as Mercedes waits for Kurt to be Kurt; to tear the people hating on him to pieces. It doesn't happen, as he just stares at the floor, looking awful. She has to step up to the plate. “Hey, uh, he was the one who got beat up for no real reason. Think he has a right to be hearing what exactly was going on about it?”
Mercedes shoots Kurt a look; one that means 'boy, where are you and why aren't you being awesome right now?'
“Right,” sneers Daddy Karofsky. “Poor kid. He's just such an innocent victim.”
Kurt suddenly looks back up. “I did nothing wrong,” he whispers.
“What?”
“I did nothing wrong. I don't care what your ignorant prejudices make you believe,” he says, and then he turns a harsh glare to the Karofsky they know. “And as for you... the word 'why?' springs to mind,” he says. Karofsky stares. “Honestly, given everything I'd expect you to just avoid anything to do with this at all costs,” he says. “We know you helped drug him. Everyone knows. Aren't you worried about seeming dangerous, suspicious?”
“Wait, what?!” yells Burt, who obviously didn't fall under that 'everyone'.
Kurt shakes his head, ignoring his dad for now. “And the thing is, you said you didn't do it. I said I didn't do it. And you didn't seem so desperate to act like I was the villain for five minutes; you talked to me. You said exactly how horrible you felt because of what happened; how guilty, and how angry, because you never meant this to happen and why should you have to carry that responsibility around for the rest of your life?” his voice is starting to crack on that, but he hides it well with a snort. “And I believed you. And I felt sorry for you. Not so sure what to think now.”
“Fuck you, Hummel!” yells Karofsky. “You don't have a fucking clue what's going on, or why I'm-”
“Shut up!” yells Kurt, a little less composed. He gets back to normal quickly. “You know what I saw there? I thought you would put aside your prejudices to look at the situation properly, and see what was actually the most likely explanation,” he says. “I was undoubtedly wrong, because sometimes I am, well, fucking stupid. Is it easier, David, just to hurt the easiest target there so you can pretend you feel a little less terrible and like you deserve to die?”
“SHUT UP!”
Kurt smirks. “Hit a nerve,” he says. “Goodbye, Karofsky. I won't say I'll miss you.”
Karofsky Snr. puts a hand over his son's shoulder, although he appears somewhat stricken by the revelation of the role everyone knows Karofsky had in the rape. “Come on, son, let's just go. We don't need to put up with this,” he says, and they both walk off. Kurt exhales deeply.
“Fuckers,” mutters Burt. “Come on. We're finding Finn and getting out of here, kiddo,” he says, wrapping an arm around Kurt.
“Can Mercedes come with us?” he blurts out. “Please? I need her.”
Burt looks at her for a few seconds, and sighs. “Alright. But if her parents kill me, it's not my fault.”
“Noted,” says Kurt. “First, I need to get something from my locker,” he says, pulling away from his father's embrace. “'Cedes come with me.”
They head off for his locker, and once they get there, she feels the impulse to start talking. “So, uh, you were pretty awesome there,” she says. “I mean, telling him where to shove it, and how you wouldn't do something like that and he's a homophobic, hypocritical piece of shit. Did you guys really have that talk?”
She's not expecting what happens next.
Kurt goes limp, rests his head against his locker, and starts crying.
“Kurt?” she asks, heart sinking again. “What's wrong?”
“I can't tell you,” he says, and it's like a bullet to the head. He said before. “Just... stay and go home with us, okay?”
“I can't,” she blurts out. Some part of her she doesn't even understand is panicking. “I have to... not go.”
“Mercedes, don't-”
“Sorry,” she says, turning on her heel. She can't even pretend she's not crying like he is as she goes.
She needs to figure this out, and fix this somehow.