Camp Yawayag (Ch. 2/?)
Author:imeldabrandt
Title: Camp Yawayag
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Kurt Hummel, Dave Karofsky, Burt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel, Finn Hudson-Hummel, slight Paul Karofsky, and a few OCs
Warnings: Reform camp... Can't really say much else without giving the story away. If you want to know more about the warning, message me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Kurt and Karofsky would be together and have lots of threesomes with Puck. Rachel would have been killed in a drive by and Finn would have committed suicide because of Rachel's death... Is it obvious that I don't own Glee?
Summary: It was worse than Dave thought. It was over. His life was over.
A/N: I kind of wanted to try my hand at multiple chaptered stories. So this was my first attempt. Let me know what y'all think and if I should continue or not.
Burt looked ready to throw up. What was his kid on> There was no way he would ever call his baby boy that. He promised himself that he would never utter, mumble, yell, scream, or even think that word. He had yelled at Finn for saying it, so why would Kurt even consider asking him to say it?
Looking closer at his son's reflection, he saw the tell tale signs of tears. There had to be more that Kurt wasn't telling him. Kurt himself would never say that word himself unless there was a damn good reason. He was about to voice that exact thought when Kurt's phone started going off.
Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set. I'm on the right track baby. I was born this way.
The look of panic was evident on Kurt's face as he dived onto his bed for his phone. Burt just stayed on the stairs confused. What was this all about? Sitting on the stairs, he decided to wait until Kurt was done for an explanation.
"Dave? David? Oh god, you sound horrible." A short pause before Kurt started again. "What did they do to you?" A whimper left Kurt as he listened. That's when the tears started to roll freely down his face.
Burt felt like he was intruding on something that wasn't for him to know about. He signaled to Kurt that he would wait upstairs for him, but Kurt told him to stay. After a few more minutes of questions from Kurt and answers from this David kid, the phone was finally dropped onto the bed.
Burt cleared his throat. This was sufficiently awkward since he hated seeing his son cry, but didn't like talking about emotions and stuff. So, he settled for the name. "Kurt?"
"Dad, I need you to call me a fag and send me away. Please. I'll explain everything in greater detail later, but please trust me. Just tell me that you'll do this for me."
Burt sighed. "You better have a good reason for me using such fowl language, but I do trust you, Kurt. We'll talk over dinner. I think that Finn and Carole should have a say in whatever the hell it is you're asking me to do."
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At five forty-five, the Hudson-Hummel household sat down for dinner. It was Wednesday so it was Carole's turn to make dinner and spaghetti was on the menu. Everyone's plate had a good sized helping and they were just about to start eating when Burt spoke.
"So, I think we need to have a family discussion while we eat." He took a sip of the tea sitting in front of him. "Kurt? Want to explain to everyone why you asked me to call you a fag today?"
Finn choked on his noodles and gasped for air. "What the hell, dude? Is this one of your gay rights movements? If it is, this isn't cool."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "No. This isn't about gay rights." He snapped. Taking a calming breath, he lowered his voice back to a normal talking level. "It's Karofsky. We've been... talking for awhile now. He apologized after I transferred back to McKinley and we've been getting to know each other. He confided in me that he was gay and well, I did what I do best. I told him to tell his parents.
"His dad isn't quite accepting as you guys though. Dave told him and his dad sent him to a reform camp. He called me from the camp... He sounded so broken. Dad, I need to get him out of there. I need to find him and save him. It's my fault he's in there." The tears were back.
Burt started to piece together different things. Kurt wanted Burt to tell him that he didn't love him so that he would send his only son to a torture camp. "Was that who called today while we were talking?"
Kurt nodded shakily. "He said that he hadn't been out of his room since his dad dropped him off until last night. He said they haven't fed him or anything. He goes to bed with nothing and wakes up with a glass of water. He sounded so scared. They told him that they were going to start reprogramming him tomorrow."
Carole dropped her fork. "'Reprogramming?' What exactly does that mean? They aren't going to try and kill him and restart his heart or anything are they?"
Kurt actually let out a small laugh. "No, Carole. That would actually be nicer though. 'Reprogramming constitutes a bunch of things. They could strap him into a chair and flash pictures of males across a screen and for every picture send electricity trough his body. They also could use water torture. For all I know they might just lock him away and send in naked women. All I know is that these people are cruel."
The table grew quiet. Burt put his head in his hands and sighed. He really didn't want to send his son in there. It sounded horrible and he didn't want his son to have to deal with the psychological damage. On the other hand though, he might be able to find this David kid and get the hell out of there. He stood at a cross-road and didn't know which road to choose.
"Karofsky is being tortured? Shouldn't we call the cops? I mean, what can you do, Kurt? Maybe Rachel can get her dads to help, but you're just a kid." Finn said. He just got Kurt back from Dalton and he really didn't want to loose his step-brother to radical homophobes.
"It really doesn't matter what you guys say. I'm doing this. Puck already said he'd help me if you guys didn't agree to. I just thought it would be easier of my family was involved."
Carole was the voice of reason. "Maybe we should just let him do this. I mean, I'm not thrilled about it, but if we at least go along with plan we'll have some control. Kurt can always stash his phone away like Dave did."
Kurt gave her a slight smile as a thank you. "Please, guys. Just help me out."
Burt locked eyes with Finn and they came to a consensus. With great difficulty, Burt stared at Kurt with a look that clearly was to forced to be truly angry. "Go pack your bags. No filthy faggot is staying in my house."
Kurt cried as he stood up. He knew his dad was just saying what Kurt wanted to hear, but it still hurt like hell. He stopped behind his dad and hugged him tightly. Feeling his dad's grip on his arm let him know that the situation was killing his dad just as much, if not more, than it was killing him.
To Be Continued...
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Title: Camp Yawayag
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Kurt Hummel, Dave Karofsky, Burt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel, Finn Hudson-Hummel, slight Paul Karofsky, and a few OCs
Warnings: Reform camp... Can't really say much else without giving the story away. If you want to know more about the warning, message me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Kurt and Karofsky would be together and have lots of threesomes with Puck. Rachel would have been killed in a drive by and Finn would have committed suicide because of Rachel's death... Is it obvious that I don't own Glee?
Summary: It was worse than Dave thought. It was over. His life was over.
A/N: I kind of wanted to try my hand at multiple chaptered stories. So this was my first attempt. Let me know what y'all think and if I should continue or not.
Burt looked ready to throw up. What was his kid on> There was no way he would ever call his baby boy that. He promised himself that he would never utter, mumble, yell, scream, or even think that word. He had yelled at Finn for saying it, so why would Kurt even consider asking him to say it?
Looking closer at his son's reflection, he saw the tell tale signs of tears. There had to be more that Kurt wasn't telling him. Kurt himself would never say that word himself unless there was a damn good reason. He was about to voice that exact thought when Kurt's phone started going off.
Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set. I'm on the right track baby. I was born this way.
The look of panic was evident on Kurt's face as he dived onto his bed for his phone. Burt just stayed on the stairs confused. What was this all about? Sitting on the stairs, he decided to wait until Kurt was done for an explanation.
"Dave? David? Oh god, you sound horrible." A short pause before Kurt started again. "What did they do to you?" A whimper left Kurt as he listened. That's when the tears started to roll freely down his face.
Burt felt like he was intruding on something that wasn't for him to know about. He signaled to Kurt that he would wait upstairs for him, but Kurt told him to stay. After a few more minutes of questions from Kurt and answers from this David kid, the phone was finally dropped onto the bed.
Burt cleared his throat. This was sufficiently awkward since he hated seeing his son cry, but didn't like talking about emotions and stuff. So, he settled for the name. "Kurt?"
"Dad, I need you to call me a fag and send me away. Please. I'll explain everything in greater detail later, but please trust me. Just tell me that you'll do this for me."
Burt sighed. "You better have a good reason for me using such fowl language, but I do trust you, Kurt. We'll talk over dinner. I think that Finn and Carole should have a say in whatever the hell it is you're asking me to do."
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At five forty-five, the Hudson-Hummel household sat down for dinner. It was Wednesday so it was Carole's turn to make dinner and spaghetti was on the menu. Everyone's plate had a good sized helping and they were just about to start eating when Burt spoke.
"So, I think we need to have a family discussion while we eat." He took a sip of the tea sitting in front of him. "Kurt? Want to explain to everyone why you asked me to call you a fag today?"
Finn choked on his noodles and gasped for air. "What the hell, dude? Is this one of your gay rights movements? If it is, this isn't cool."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "No. This isn't about gay rights." He snapped. Taking a calming breath, he lowered his voice back to a normal talking level. "It's Karofsky. We've been... talking for awhile now. He apologized after I transferred back to McKinley and we've been getting to know each other. He confided in me that he was gay and well, I did what I do best. I told him to tell his parents.
"His dad isn't quite accepting as you guys though. Dave told him and his dad sent him to a reform camp. He called me from the camp... He sounded so broken. Dad, I need to get him out of there. I need to find him and save him. It's my fault he's in there." The tears were back.
Burt started to piece together different things. Kurt wanted Burt to tell him that he didn't love him so that he would send his only son to a torture camp. "Was that who called today while we were talking?"
Kurt nodded shakily. "He said that he hadn't been out of his room since his dad dropped him off until last night. He said they haven't fed him or anything. He goes to bed with nothing and wakes up with a glass of water. He sounded so scared. They told him that they were going to start reprogramming him tomorrow."
Carole dropped her fork. "'Reprogramming?' What exactly does that mean? They aren't going to try and kill him and restart his heart or anything are they?"
Kurt actually let out a small laugh. "No, Carole. That would actually be nicer though. 'Reprogramming constitutes a bunch of things. They could strap him into a chair and flash pictures of males across a screen and for every picture send electricity trough his body. They also could use water torture. For all I know they might just lock him away and send in naked women. All I know is that these people are cruel."
The table grew quiet. Burt put his head in his hands and sighed. He really didn't want to send his son in there. It sounded horrible and he didn't want his son to have to deal with the psychological damage. On the other hand though, he might be able to find this David kid and get the hell out of there. He stood at a cross-road and didn't know which road to choose.
"Karofsky is being tortured? Shouldn't we call the cops? I mean, what can you do, Kurt? Maybe Rachel can get her dads to help, but you're just a kid." Finn said. He just got Kurt back from Dalton and he really didn't want to loose his step-brother to radical homophobes.
"It really doesn't matter what you guys say. I'm doing this. Puck already said he'd help me if you guys didn't agree to. I just thought it would be easier of my family was involved."
Carole was the voice of reason. "Maybe we should just let him do this. I mean, I'm not thrilled about it, but if we at least go along with plan we'll have some control. Kurt can always stash his phone away like Dave did."
Kurt gave her a slight smile as a thank you. "Please, guys. Just help me out."
Burt locked eyes with Finn and they came to a consensus. With great difficulty, Burt stared at Kurt with a look that clearly was to forced to be truly angry. "Go pack your bags. No filthy faggot is staying in my house."
Kurt cried as he stood up. He knew his dad was just saying what Kurt wanted to hear, but it still hurt like hell. He stopped behind his dad and hugged him tightly. Feeling his dad's grip on his arm let him know that the situation was killing his dad just as much, if not more, than it was killing him.
To Be Continued...
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