Fuck You
Author:imeldabrandt
Title: Fuck You
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Brett the Homeless Kid, Dave Karofsky, mentions of Kurt Hummel, small appearances by Santana Lopez and Azimio Adams
Warnings: None that I can think of... Unless we need a language warning. Slight language. Nothing to serious.
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: Brett really just wanted to hang with Kurt again...
A/N: This is an Hummett story. So everything about Brett is made up. Ryan Murphy left him open for my moulding. I love it when they add little characters who have names but no stories. Also, I picture Brett's locker near Kurt's for some reason...
I walked into the Hummel residence for the millionth time this school year. After Kurt had offered to help me by giving me shelter, food, clothes, and money, I did all I could to actually give a shit about grades and others. Today it got me jacked up against the lockers and threatened.
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I had just given a freshman some money for lunch since she was freaking out about how her blood sugar was dangerously low and she couldn't afford to go to the nurse's office again and miss some of her class when out of no where, Azimio grabs my shirt and lifts me off my feet. I was scared for my life and had no idea why he suddenly wanted to make me his target, but to say that I was startled was an understatement.
He made one demand. He wanted me to hand over my sweet new Nikes that Kurt had just bought me for my birthday. I love Kurt. No, really. I'm pretty sure I would take a bullet for him, but I'm also pretty sure that of I gave my new kicks over to this bully that Kurt would hate me and give me a lecture about standing up for myself.
I tried to play stupid and innocent. I simply asked what I would wear for the rest of the day.
I waited for the fist to connect to my face, but I heard a voice instead. I was unceremoniously dropped to the floor and that Santana chick was at my side in a flash.
"Are you okay, kid?" She quickly looked over me making sure I was safe before motioning over... Was that Dave Karofsky?
"Brett, are you okay? You look really pale." Dave put his hand against my forehead. I knew that I was breathing heavily and sweating slightly.
Santana looked down the hall where two ex-Cheerios were starting to get a little aggressive. "I'll go take care of the girls. You take care of him." And like that, she was gone.
Dave looked back down at me. "Seriously? You're starting to scare me, kid."
I swallowed the giant lump that formed in my throat before I stuttered out, "F-fuck you." I felt my eyebrows furrowing together as the anger coursed through me.
This was the guy that had hurt Kurt. This was the guy that almost drove apart Kurt's family. This was the guy that had forced Kurt to change schools because he didn't feel safe. This was the guy that had stolen Kurt's first kiss.
"Dude, what the hell? I just saved your dumbass from Azimio and this is the thanks I get?"
"You don't deserve a thank you after what you did to my family"
Dave looked thouroughly confused. "Your family? What the hell are you going on about?"
"I live with thw Hummel-Hudsons you asshole. You did horrible things to Kurt, dude. I slept on the other side of his room. I could hear the whimpering and the talking. You know what he would mumble. He'd say one syllable words like 'don't' or 'please' or 'stop.' The first night I moved in, I heard him crying. He just kept saying those three words over and over again. One time, he started sobbing and yelling your name and begging you to stop. It makes me wonder. Did you just stop at locker shoves and slushie facials? Did you happen to overstep your boundaries, Karofsky?" I looked up and saw the terrified and digusted expression on his face. "Just know one thing. He may be gone, but the rest of us haven't forgotten."
I stood up, gathering my books and left him standing there next to Kurt's locker.
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I dropped my backback on the floor of the bedroom Krt and I shared in the new house. Luckily, the room was big enough and the florr plan was crazy enough that we had equal halves of the room and rarely ever saw each other. It wouldn't matter anyway though. Kurt was only home on weekends and holidays now. Even the weekend trips were few and far between though.
When Kurt did show up, he always had some preppy kid with him and wouldn't be able to stay the night because Blaine had to be back in Westerville. It's whatever though. It's not like I should worry about it. Kurt and I were just friends...
Unfortunately, I think that's all we'll ever be.
The End
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Title: Fuck You
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Brett the Homeless Kid, Dave Karofsky, mentions of Kurt Hummel, small appearances by Santana Lopez and Azimio Adams
Warnings: None that I can think of... Unless we need a language warning. Slight language. Nothing to serious.
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: Brett really just wanted to hang with Kurt again...
A/N: This is an Hummett story. So everything about Brett is made up. Ryan Murphy left him open for my moulding. I love it when they add little characters who have names but no stories. Also, I picture Brett's locker near Kurt's for some reason...
I walked into the Hummel residence for the millionth time this school year. After Kurt had offered to help me by giving me shelter, food, clothes, and money, I did all I could to actually give a shit about grades and others. Today it got me jacked up against the lockers and threatened.
****
I had just given a freshman some money for lunch since she was freaking out about how her blood sugar was dangerously low and she couldn't afford to go to the nurse's office again and miss some of her class when out of no where, Azimio grabs my shirt and lifts me off my feet. I was scared for my life and had no idea why he suddenly wanted to make me his target, but to say that I was startled was an understatement.
He made one demand. He wanted me to hand over my sweet new Nikes that Kurt had just bought me for my birthday. I love Kurt. No, really. I'm pretty sure I would take a bullet for him, but I'm also pretty sure that of I gave my new kicks over to this bully that Kurt would hate me and give me a lecture about standing up for myself.
I tried to play stupid and innocent. I simply asked what I would wear for the rest of the day.
I waited for the fist to connect to my face, but I heard a voice instead. I was unceremoniously dropped to the floor and that Santana chick was at my side in a flash.
"Are you okay, kid?" She quickly looked over me making sure I was safe before motioning over... Was that Dave Karofsky?
"Brett, are you okay? You look really pale." Dave put his hand against my forehead. I knew that I was breathing heavily and sweating slightly.
Santana looked down the hall where two ex-Cheerios were starting to get a little aggressive. "I'll go take care of the girls. You take care of him." And like that, she was gone.
Dave looked back down at me. "Seriously? You're starting to scare me, kid."
I swallowed the giant lump that formed in my throat before I stuttered out, "F-fuck you." I felt my eyebrows furrowing together as the anger coursed through me.
This was the guy that had hurt Kurt. This was the guy that almost drove apart Kurt's family. This was the guy that had forced Kurt to change schools because he didn't feel safe. This was the guy that had stolen Kurt's first kiss.
"Dude, what the hell? I just saved your dumbass from Azimio and this is the thanks I get?"
"You don't deserve a thank you after what you did to my family"
Dave looked thouroughly confused. "Your family? What the hell are you going on about?"
"I live with thw Hummel-Hudsons you asshole. You did horrible things to Kurt, dude. I slept on the other side of his room. I could hear the whimpering and the talking. You know what he would mumble. He'd say one syllable words like 'don't' or 'please' or 'stop.' The first night I moved in, I heard him crying. He just kept saying those three words over and over again. One time, he started sobbing and yelling your name and begging you to stop. It makes me wonder. Did you just stop at locker shoves and slushie facials? Did you happen to overstep your boundaries, Karofsky?" I looked up and saw the terrified and digusted expression on his face. "Just know one thing. He may be gone, but the rest of us haven't forgotten."
I stood up, gathering my books and left him standing there next to Kurt's locker.
****
I dropped my backback on the floor of the bedroom Krt and I shared in the new house. Luckily, the room was big enough and the florr plan was crazy enough that we had equal halves of the room and rarely ever saw each other. It wouldn't matter anyway though. Kurt was only home on weekends and holidays now. Even the weekend trips were few and far between though.
When Kurt did show up, he always had some preppy kid with him and wouldn't be able to stay the night because Blaine had to be back in Westerville. It's whatever though. It's not like I should worry about it. Kurt and I were just friends...
Unfortunately, I think that's all we'll ever be.
The End
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