Fanfic: Alcohol, Chapter Two
Author: Hadapurpura
Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Genre: Drama/angst
Rating: NC-17 for language
Summary: What is youth for if not for getting crazy?
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or anything, really.
Chapter Two: The Road
As soon as Finn entered the hospital, he saw his nemesis in the waiting room, and it was a scary view. One sleeve from his letterman jacket was missing, his shirt was covered in blood, he had a cut in his hand, and he was pale like a piece of paper. His eyes were blank, staring off into space, and he looked disoriented, desperate and devastated. It was obvious he had been crying until his he was left out of tears. Finn knew he was supposed to feel compassionate for the boy in the room - who looked nothing like the bully wandering around McKinley’s hallways - but all he could feel was his blood boiling furiously. The guy deserved every little bit of pain he was going through.
Still, he walked towards him, gave him a cold, but superficially serene stare, and asked, as calmy as it could:
“Karofsky, did you kill him?”
An absent-minded “I don’t know” whisper was all he got for an answer.
…..
Earlier that night…
Dalton Academy was hosting its traditional Anniversary party, and the students knew what it meant. It was the one night of the year in which they could go out of control, and they made sure they did. The usually immaculate furniture in the ballroom had become a hot mess, and the students were crazy, jumping from tables and dancing like there was no tomorrow - apparently without explanation, since the school didn’t allow alcohol (or any other suspicious substance, for that matter) at the party.
Kurt was sitting down in a corner, not knowing whether to be amused or scared. It was like a trainwreck: not pretty, but you just couldn’t stop watching. He hadn’t been to many parties before, even if his personality suggested otherwise. What was the point to go and see everyone and their dates get wasted, while he had no one to go with? The whole picture looked too crazy from an observer’s point of view.
He felt uneasy. He was part of Dalton now, yet he didn’t feel like he belonged. Everytime he visited McKinley, it was a reminder of what he had gone through, but it also reminded him of the people he left behind, and the freedom he now longed for. Last time he went, his eyes locked with his former bully’s: he expected to see resentment and threat, he saw softness, regret and pleading instead. There were things that needed to be told, amends to be made, and the tiniest hope of change for the better. If only they could have talked…
“How you doing, Kurt? Why so lonely?” Blaine materialized, apparently from nowhere, with a smile more charming than usual.
“It nothing. I just… I didn’t know guys at Dalton could be so… bold…”
“See? We can loosen up too” Blaine pointed out.
“I noticed” Answered Kurt with a wide smile. “I never imagined there could be such interesting uses for a blazer”
“Or a pencil and a can of soda” They both laughed out loud. “Come on, let’s dance. You don’t want to be bored out of your mind, do you?”
“No, of course not” Said Kurt, and let Blaine lead him to the dance floor. You couldn’t say no to that smile.
…..
“Strando for the win!!!”
“Why’s Karofsky not here again?”
“’Cause he’s a lameass! He’s boring, dude! I told him to come with us, he said no” Azimio replied.
“Don’t you think it was wrong to take his car without his permission?” A third guy asked.
“Don’t worry! He’ll regret it tomorrow, y’all see. He’ll wish he had come with us. He was the one who taught me how to open car doors with credit cards!”
A chorus of laughter followed. The music was blasting from the stereo, so they couldn’t really hear one another. But that didn’t matter: after all, they were too wasted to understand each other anyway. So they kept yelling and howling all around Lima, and beyond. They spun, twisted, and turned that car until they didn’t know where they were or where they were going. The houses and small shops were replaced by darkness and rural landscape. They spun that car some more, full speed, recording everything on one of their iPhones.
“Look up, Azimio! Look up!” warned Strando.
It was too dark to see and they didn’t know the direction they were heading to, but they knew something was coming directly towards them, and the brakes just wouldn’t work. Or something. Next thing they knew, they were being hit all the way to the other side of the road.
Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Genre: Drama/angst
Rating: NC-17 for language
Summary: What is youth for if not for getting crazy?
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or anything, really.
Chapter Two: The Road
As soon as Finn entered the hospital, he saw his nemesis in the waiting room, and it was a scary view. One sleeve from his letterman jacket was missing, his shirt was covered in blood, he had a cut in his hand, and he was pale like a piece of paper. His eyes were blank, staring off into space, and he looked disoriented, desperate and devastated. It was obvious he had been crying until his he was left out of tears. Finn knew he was supposed to feel compassionate for the boy in the room - who looked nothing like the bully wandering around McKinley’s hallways - but all he could feel was his blood boiling furiously. The guy deserved every little bit of pain he was going through.
Still, he walked towards him, gave him a cold, but superficially serene stare, and asked, as calmy as it could:
“Karofsky, did you kill him?”
An absent-minded “I don’t know” whisper was all he got for an answer.
…..
Earlier that night…
Dalton Academy was hosting its traditional Anniversary party, and the students knew what it meant. It was the one night of the year in which they could go out of control, and they made sure they did. The usually immaculate furniture in the ballroom had become a hot mess, and the students were crazy, jumping from tables and dancing like there was no tomorrow - apparently without explanation, since the school didn’t allow alcohol (or any other suspicious substance, for that matter) at the party.
Kurt was sitting down in a corner, not knowing whether to be amused or scared. It was like a trainwreck: not pretty, but you just couldn’t stop watching. He hadn’t been to many parties before, even if his personality suggested otherwise. What was the point to go and see everyone and their dates get wasted, while he had no one to go with? The whole picture looked too crazy from an observer’s point of view.
He felt uneasy. He was part of Dalton now, yet he didn’t feel like he belonged. Everytime he visited McKinley, it was a reminder of what he had gone through, but it also reminded him of the people he left behind, and the freedom he now longed for. Last time he went, his eyes locked with his former bully’s: he expected to see resentment and threat, he saw softness, regret and pleading instead. There were things that needed to be told, amends to be made, and the tiniest hope of change for the better. If only they could have talked…
“How you doing, Kurt? Why so lonely?” Blaine materialized, apparently from nowhere, with a smile more charming than usual.
“It nothing. I just… I didn’t know guys at Dalton could be so… bold…”
“See? We can loosen up too” Blaine pointed out.
“I noticed” Answered Kurt with a wide smile. “I never imagined there could be such interesting uses for a blazer”
“Or a pencil and a can of soda” They both laughed out loud. “Come on, let’s dance. You don’t want to be bored out of your mind, do you?”
“No, of course not” Said Kurt, and let Blaine lead him to the dance floor. You couldn’t say no to that smile.
…..
“Strando for the win!!!”
“Why’s Karofsky not here again?”
“’Cause he’s a lameass! He’s boring, dude! I told him to come with us, he said no” Azimio replied.
“Don’t you think it was wrong to take his car without his permission?” A third guy asked.
“Don’t worry! He’ll regret it tomorrow, y’all see. He’ll wish he had come with us. He was the one who taught me how to open car doors with credit cards!”
A chorus of laughter followed. The music was blasting from the stereo, so they couldn’t really hear one another. But that didn’t matter: after all, they were too wasted to understand each other anyway. So they kept yelling and howling all around Lima, and beyond. They spun, twisted, and turned that car until they didn’t know where they were or where they were going. The houses and small shops were replaced by darkness and rural landscape. They spun that car some more, full speed, recording everything on one of their iPhones.
“Look up, Azimio! Look up!” warned Strando.
It was too dark to see and they didn’t know the direction they were heading to, but they knew something was coming directly towards them, and the brakes just wouldn’t work. Or something. Next thing they knew, they were being hit all the way to the other side of the road.