love's almighty ; pg-13
this is for whatwouldjohnnydeppdo, who managed to become the 25th follower of wildthorns! thanks! :)
she requested:
UMMM how aboooout Dave wearing a tux and singing into an old style microphone?
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sC33Y-oEPiM
Fine, he’ll admit it: Karofsky looks amazing.
He thought it was suspicious when Blaine suddenly sprung the idea of going to Doors, the most exclusive restaurant in the city to him on a whim, and while Kurt wouldn’t turn down a meal that would cost him more than a month’s worth of rent, he’s ready to storm out and go home and stew and steam over his take-out pizza.
But no, Karofsky just has to look drop-dead handsome in his three-piece suit, a broad, confident grin on his face, and a microphone in his hands- wait.
“I just held on and hoped you’d find….that nowhere else you’d find my kind…”
He just knows the tips of his ears are red, and he ducks his head, fidgeting with his napkin while Blaine nudges him none too gently, clearly enjoying his embarrassment.
Dick.
“To make it be like the wallflower who never could. And I admit I wasn’t pure, dear John…”
“Come on,” Blaine wheedles, still prodding at Kurt’s shoulder, “it took me weeks to get the reservation, everyone’s been hounding to hear him, the least you can do is enjoy it for tonight.”
“And my unsung hero lies beneath…the rooftops made of gold…”
“You knew he was here!” Kurt hisses, “why didn’t you tell me he was going to be here!”
Blaine frowns, “because I knew you’d act this way.” Blaine’s expression seems to darken slightly, even in the dark room, “Dave’s a great guy, I thought you were better than that to repeatedly ignore him when all he wants is to make it up to you.”
“He can’t, he won’t, and I’m not letting it happen.”
“He’s telling me I should jump, he’ll be there when I fall ; So I step back, pretend I’m shocked. Really I always knew, This would happen to me and you, dear John.”
Blaine stares at him, then turns around, somewhat disgusted, and Kurt wants to bite his tongue off, but he looks up at Dave, who’s clearly having the time of his life up there, and something dull beats in his chest, and despite the anger, guilt, and embarrassment, Kurt lets himself one millisecond of enjoying the performance, as Dave croons into the microphone, caramel and honey dripping from his lips.
“Dear John: Love’s almighty.”
she requested:
UMMM how aboooout Dave wearing a tux and singing into an old style microphone?
-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sC33Y-oEPiM
Fine, he’ll admit it: Karofsky looks amazing.
He thought it was suspicious when Blaine suddenly sprung the idea of going to Doors, the most exclusive restaurant in the city to him on a whim, and while Kurt wouldn’t turn down a meal that would cost him more than a month’s worth of rent, he’s ready to storm out and go home and stew and steam over his take-out pizza.
But no, Karofsky just has to look drop-dead handsome in his three-piece suit, a broad, confident grin on his face, and a microphone in his hands- wait.
“I just held on and hoped you’d find….that nowhere else you’d find my kind…”
He just knows the tips of his ears are red, and he ducks his head, fidgeting with his napkin while Blaine nudges him none too gently, clearly enjoying his embarrassment.
Dick.
“To make it be like the wallflower who never could. And I admit I wasn’t pure, dear John…”
“Come on,” Blaine wheedles, still prodding at Kurt’s shoulder, “it took me weeks to get the reservation, everyone’s been hounding to hear him, the least you can do is enjoy it for tonight.”
“And my unsung hero lies beneath…the rooftops made of gold…”
“You knew he was here!” Kurt hisses, “why didn’t you tell me he was going to be here!”
Blaine frowns, “because I knew you’d act this way.” Blaine’s expression seems to darken slightly, even in the dark room, “Dave’s a great guy, I thought you were better than that to repeatedly ignore him when all he wants is to make it up to you.”
“He can’t, he won’t, and I’m not letting it happen.”
“He’s telling me I should jump, he’ll be there when I fall ; So I step back, pretend I’m shocked. Really I always knew, This would happen to me and you, dear John.”
Blaine stares at him, then turns around, somewhat disgusted, and Kurt wants to bite his tongue off, but he looks up at Dave, who’s clearly having the time of his life up there, and something dull beats in his chest, and despite the anger, guilt, and embarrassment, Kurt lets himself one millisecond of enjoying the performance, as Dave croons into the microphone, caramel and honey dripping from his lips.
“Dear John: Love’s almighty.”