Camp Yawayag (Ch. 5/?)
Author:imeldabrandt
Title: Camp Yawayag
Rating: I'm bumping it up to R since there's mention of slightly inappropriate subjects...
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 chapter-ed stories. So this was my first attempt. Let me know what y'all think and if I should continue or not.
Kurt watched as Christina pulled out all of his clothes. She laid them neatly on a table just off to the right of her before looking back over at Kurt. Wrinkling her nose, she finally spoke. "Take your clothes off. Seriously? What guy in their right mind would wear a knee-length sweater with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it? Come on. Take it off. Oh, and your jeans. Those look sinfully tight."
She walked closer and began pulling off the offending articles of clothing before laying them out with the rest of them. While Kurt had not brought his favourite and more expensive pieces of clothing, he had brought the designer 'casual' clothes. Christina ran her hands over some of the shirt and made comments about how nice they were and how she wishes she could afford such nice things.
"Instead of getting rid of them, why don;t you take them and keep them? Honestly, I'd rather someone wear them instead of picturing all of the money spent being destroyed in front of my eyes."
Laughter filled the small log cabin room. It was a nice sound. Christina's laughter reminded Kurt of the little ten-year-old girl who lived across the street from him. She seemed to innocent and pure for a place like this. Then again, she did say yesterday that she wished she didn't work here.
"I can't take them. The point of this is to make you suffer. No matter how much I want to take the black and white striped shirt, I can't." She reached into the bag for the final shirt and a thudding noise was heard.
Kurt paled slightly. His phone. Oh, shit. What would this mean? Would they give it back to him? Obviously not. Would they go through his recent contacts and figure Dave out? Why did everything have to go wrong? It was only day two of this whole thing.
"Really, Kurt? A phone? Come on. You know what I have to do know? I have to type up an incident report and call every number of your cell and make sure that they aren't aware of what's going on. Although, I'm pretty sure you're smart enough not to let word get out about this." She started flipping through his contacts and finding the recent button.
"Well, it looks like I only have to call three people. I'll call Bro, Courage, and 77. Let's start with... Courage."
She pushed the talk button and put the device on speaker phone. The ringing carried through the silent room until it suddenly cut off and Blaine's voice filled the room.
"Kurt? You better have a damn good reason for not telling me about this. I've been worried sick about you since you stopped texting me four days ago. You're lucky I love you. When you get home, we're going to sit down and have a serious talk about our relationship."
"So you're his boyfriend? Huh. Never had to deal with something like that before."
"What the? Who is this? Where's Kurt? You better not have hurt him. I swear to god-"
"He's fine. He's right here. We haven't hurt him. Actually we were getting ready to start reprogramming him when I found his phone. Decided I'd call his most recent contacts first though. Maybe I'll keep you on the line so you can hear the torture. It's just a little bit of a make over. Can't have being an individual, you know?"
"Please don't do this. He doesn't deserve any of this."
"Relax. I wasn't actually going to keep you on the phone for that. Well, now that I know who you are though I think I'm going to call 'Bro' next."
Before Blaine could even respond, Kurt finally spoke. More like yelled, but that was to be expected since he was miles apart from his beau and was going to put in so much danger on the up coming days. "Blaine! I love you! I'm sorry for not filling you in. I'm sorry for everything. I lo- Hmmph!" His little rant was cut short when Christina picked up a shirt and shoved it in his mouth.
"God, I hate sappy people. Alright. Well, we'll talk to you later, Blaine. Buh-bye."
With that she hit the end button and rooted through the contacts again.
-
Finn sat in a booth across from Rachel at Breadsticks. He was supposed to be taking her out on a nice date, but he just couldn't stop worrying about Kurt. The glee club seemed to take his explanation at face value (except for Puck who remained somber through out the story) and continued on with their day.
Currently, Rachel was trying to tell him the importance of some woman who starred in some musical, but he just couldn't focus. When she stared at him expectantly, he sighed.
"Sorry, Rach. I wasn't paying attention. I have a lot on my mind right now and musicals are just not making the list." He bit his bottom lip in contemplation. He could tell Rachel the truth about Kurt's whereabouts... But then she'd tell everyone else. If he told her though, he'd have some one besides Puck to talk to though... "Rachel, if I tell you something top secret would you not saying anything? To anyone. I mean anyone. Not even your dads."
Her brow furrowed, but she agreed. "You know I wouldn't. Finn, you can tell me anything."
Finn took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "It's... It's about Kurt. He's not in Wisconsin."
"I knew it! Kurt wouldn't just up and leave two months before a competition. Well, he did move to Dalton a week before Regionals last year, but that was dire circumstances."
Finn was about to continue when his phone rang.
I'm not meant to live alone, turn this house into a home. When I climb the stair and turn the key, please be there, still in love with me.
Hitting the talk button he held a finger up to Rachel, shushing her protests at being interrupted. "Kurt? Bro? Are you okay? Answer me, man." A pause. "Let me talk to my brother right now. I don't care if he's not allowed to speak to guys." Another pause, slightly longer than the last one. "Listen. You're going to let me speak with him or I'm personally going to find you and kick your ass. That's a promise. Not a threat." Finn's eyebrows steadily moved towards each other as his frustration mounted. "I swear if you hurt him, you're going to have at least three pissed off, testosterone filled, foaming at the mouth men banging down your door. Not to mention a severely distraught mother who can give Chuck Norris a run for his money." A huff and the call was disconnected.
"Finn?"
"He's at a reform camp in the middle of the woods. He's at a Bible thumping, gay bashing, torture camp and we sent him there!" He couldn't hold it back anymore. He felt the hot streams of moisture spilling down his face and he felt Rachel grab his hand and try to comfort him. It just wasn't enough.
-
Christina dialed the last number and placed the phone to her ear. This one didn't even ring and went straight to voice mail.
Hey, it's Dave Karofsky. Number 77 of the William McKinley Titans. Anyway, I'm either busy or I just don't really want to talk to you. Leave a message and I'll think about calling you back."
Christina hung up and looked over at Kurt. Dave Karofsky? Wasn't that the other kid from McKinley that was here? They were communicating while here? Oh this day just kept getting worse and worse. This is why she hated it here. To many rules and punishments.
"Look. Kurt. I told you I didn't want to be here. My dad knows that, my boss Jessica knows that, every counselor here know that. I have to confiscate the phone and burn your clothes, but I'm not going to physically hurt you. Be grateful that you've been assigned to me. I won't punish you for being gay. I could honestly care less about someone's sexual orientation as long as they are a decent member of society. Hell, even they weren't a decent member of society I still wouldn't care about their sexual preference. I'm just here because I'm being forced to be here. Like I said though, be happy that I'm your counselor. Dave wasn't so lucky and got assigned to Jessica, she's the worst.
"I can't say for certain that you'll get out of here without mental or physical damage, but I'm saying you're going to survive better than your friend. I'll do what I can to help him, but I can't make any promises." She sighed heavily before turning towards the fire place. "Let's just get this over with. Oh. Here." She tossed him a pair of McKinley shorts and a McKinley football shirt that were way to big for him. "Put these on. It's your friend's. I figured you'd like to wear something instead of just your boxers."
With that, she lit the fire place and started throwing in the designer clothing.
To Be Continued...
Title: Camp Yawayag
Rating: I'm bumping it up to R since there's mention of slightly inappropriate subjects...
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 chapter-ed stories. So this was my first attempt. Let me know what y'all think and if I should continue or not.
Kurt watched as Christina pulled out all of his clothes. She laid them neatly on a table just off to the right of her before looking back over at Kurt. Wrinkling her nose, she finally spoke. "Take your clothes off. Seriously? What guy in their right mind would wear a knee-length sweater with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it? Come on. Take it off. Oh, and your jeans. Those look sinfully tight."
She walked closer and began pulling off the offending articles of clothing before laying them out with the rest of them. While Kurt had not brought his favourite and more expensive pieces of clothing, he had brought the designer 'casual' clothes. Christina ran her hands over some of the shirt and made comments about how nice they were and how she wishes she could afford such nice things.
"Instead of getting rid of them, why don;t you take them and keep them? Honestly, I'd rather someone wear them instead of picturing all of the money spent being destroyed in front of my eyes."
Laughter filled the small log cabin room. It was a nice sound. Christina's laughter reminded Kurt of the little ten-year-old girl who lived across the street from him. She seemed to innocent and pure for a place like this. Then again, she did say yesterday that she wished she didn't work here.
"I can't take them. The point of this is to make you suffer. No matter how much I want to take the black and white striped shirt, I can't." She reached into the bag for the final shirt and a thudding noise was heard.
Kurt paled slightly. His phone. Oh, shit. What would this mean? Would they give it back to him? Obviously not. Would they go through his recent contacts and figure Dave out? Why did everything have to go wrong? It was only day two of this whole thing.
"Really, Kurt? A phone? Come on. You know what I have to do know? I have to type up an incident report and call every number of your cell and make sure that they aren't aware of what's going on. Although, I'm pretty sure you're smart enough not to let word get out about this." She started flipping through his contacts and finding the recent button.
"Well, it looks like I only have to call three people. I'll call Bro, Courage, and 77. Let's start with... Courage."
She pushed the talk button and put the device on speaker phone. The ringing carried through the silent room until it suddenly cut off and Blaine's voice filled the room.
"Kurt? You better have a damn good reason for not telling me about this. I've been worried sick about you since you stopped texting me four days ago. You're lucky I love you. When you get home, we're going to sit down and have a serious talk about our relationship."
"So you're his boyfriend? Huh. Never had to deal with something like that before."
"What the? Who is this? Where's Kurt? You better not have hurt him. I swear to god-"
"He's fine. He's right here. We haven't hurt him. Actually we were getting ready to start reprogramming him when I found his phone. Decided I'd call his most recent contacts first though. Maybe I'll keep you on the line so you can hear the torture. It's just a little bit of a make over. Can't have being an individual, you know?"
"Please don't do this. He doesn't deserve any of this."
"Relax. I wasn't actually going to keep you on the phone for that. Well, now that I know who you are though I think I'm going to call 'Bro' next."
Before Blaine could even respond, Kurt finally spoke. More like yelled, but that was to be expected since he was miles apart from his beau and was going to put in so much danger on the up coming days. "Blaine! I love you! I'm sorry for not filling you in. I'm sorry for everything. I lo- Hmmph!" His little rant was cut short when Christina picked up a shirt and shoved it in his mouth.
"God, I hate sappy people. Alright. Well, we'll talk to you later, Blaine. Buh-bye."
With that she hit the end button and rooted through the contacts again.
-
Finn sat in a booth across from Rachel at Breadsticks. He was supposed to be taking her out on a nice date, but he just couldn't stop worrying about Kurt. The glee club seemed to take his explanation at face value (except for Puck who remained somber through out the story) and continued on with their day.
Currently, Rachel was trying to tell him the importance of some woman who starred in some musical, but he just couldn't focus. When she stared at him expectantly, he sighed.
"Sorry, Rach. I wasn't paying attention. I have a lot on my mind right now and musicals are just not making the list." He bit his bottom lip in contemplation. He could tell Rachel the truth about Kurt's whereabouts... But then she'd tell everyone else. If he told her though, he'd have some one besides Puck to talk to though... "Rachel, if I tell you something top secret would you not saying anything? To anyone. I mean anyone. Not even your dads."
Her brow furrowed, but she agreed. "You know I wouldn't. Finn, you can tell me anything."
Finn took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "It's... It's about Kurt. He's not in Wisconsin."
"I knew it! Kurt wouldn't just up and leave two months before a competition. Well, he did move to Dalton a week before Regionals last year, but that was dire circumstances."
Finn was about to continue when his phone rang.
I'm not meant to live alone, turn this house into a home. When I climb the stair and turn the key, please be there, still in love with me.
Hitting the talk button he held a finger up to Rachel, shushing her protests at being interrupted. "Kurt? Bro? Are you okay? Answer me, man." A pause. "Let me talk to my brother right now. I don't care if he's not allowed to speak to guys." Another pause, slightly longer than the last one. "Listen. You're going to let me speak with him or I'm personally going to find you and kick your ass. That's a promise. Not a threat." Finn's eyebrows steadily moved towards each other as his frustration mounted. "I swear if you hurt him, you're going to have at least three pissed off, testosterone filled, foaming at the mouth men banging down your door. Not to mention a severely distraught mother who can give Chuck Norris a run for his money." A huff and the call was disconnected.
"Finn?"
"He's at a reform camp in the middle of the woods. He's at a Bible thumping, gay bashing, torture camp and we sent him there!" He couldn't hold it back anymore. He felt the hot streams of moisture spilling down his face and he felt Rachel grab his hand and try to comfort him. It just wasn't enough.
-
Christina dialed the last number and placed the phone to her ear. This one didn't even ring and went straight to voice mail.
Hey, it's Dave Karofsky. Number 77 of the William McKinley Titans. Anyway, I'm either busy or I just don't really want to talk to you. Leave a message and I'll think about calling you back."
Christina hung up and looked over at Kurt. Dave Karofsky? Wasn't that the other kid from McKinley that was here? They were communicating while here? Oh this day just kept getting worse and worse. This is why she hated it here. To many rules and punishments.
"Look. Kurt. I told you I didn't want to be here. My dad knows that, my boss Jessica knows that, every counselor here know that. I have to confiscate the phone and burn your clothes, but I'm not going to physically hurt you. Be grateful that you've been assigned to me. I won't punish you for being gay. I could honestly care less about someone's sexual orientation as long as they are a decent member of society. Hell, even they weren't a decent member of society I still wouldn't care about their sexual preference. I'm just here because I'm being forced to be here. Like I said though, be happy that I'm your counselor. Dave wasn't so lucky and got assigned to Jessica, she's the worst.
"I can't say for certain that you'll get out of here without mental or physical damage, but I'm saying you're going to survive better than your friend. I'll do what I can to help him, but I can't make any promises." She sighed heavily before turning towards the fire place. "Let's just get this over with. Oh. Here." She tossed him a pair of McKinley shorts and a McKinley football shirt that were way to big for him. "Put these on. It's your friend's. I figured you'd like to wear something instead of just your boxers."
With that, she lit the fire place and started throwing in the designer clothing.
To Be Continued...