FIC: Opposites Attraction - Chapter 5
Title: Opposites Attraction (5/?)
Author: TheRealMaraJade
Fandom: Glee
Pairing; Characters: Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson/Rachel Berry; Kurt, Karofsky, Blaine, Carole Hudson, Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, Azimio (so far)
Rating: Eventual NC-17. PG-13 for the most part.
Word Count: 1,023
Spoilers: Up to S2E06, "Never Been Kissed."
Warnings: Male/Male couple, with the possibility of cursing and homophobes characters.
A/N: Ok, this is officially AU (alternate universe) now, but I don’t care because the WINK OF DOOM has doomed me to be a hopeless Kurtofsky until the day I die. *sigh* Yep, Kurt, love *is* just around the corner, and he winked at you. Now if you can only make him stop bullying you and start MAKING OUT with you…I will die a happy fangirl. BTW, was it just me but Kurt looked simply embarrassed and NOT displeased with the wink? ;) *winks* Also, about the death threat - empty words and I’m sticking with it. I was more amused by Dave shushing Kurt and NOT shoving him into lockers. One more thing not Kurtofsky related: I can’t find a place that tells me when sectionals and regionals take place - only found out Nationals thanks to big_scoop - but I’m putting more or less one month between them. It doesn’t affect this chapter per se but it will affect others in the future. And again, not betaed, just checked for spelling, and English is not my first language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and I make NO money from this. I just write to have fun - and this time for my sanity’s sake, since my brain won’t process anything else, not even work, until I’m done with this!
Summary: the evolving relationship between Kurt and Karofsky, and how it affects Glee Club, school, and their own lives.
Crossposted to kurtofsky_fic and karofsky_hummel
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Kurt was happy that Sunday morning. Life couldn’t have been better this past three months. His father was happily married to Carole Hudson for a month now. New Directions had just won Regionals for the first time and they would start working on the songs for Nationals on the next few days, which would happen in NEW YORK. He didn’t have one particular vicious bully out for his blood anymore, since currently he was out for some other bodily fluids from him - that crude joke caused Kurt to snort; he still was a teenager boy after all. He had a boyfriend.
A secret boyfriend who still didn’t call himself like that yet, but still. Dave had been going to a psychiatrist for over two months now and finally seemed to be accepting his sexuality with more ease. Plus, he hadn’t bullied anyone since his last suspension - and whenever Azimio tried to make him do it, he would squeeze his way out of it, telling that his father had threatened to cut his allowance if he got suspended again, or that he could get expelled, which wasn’t exactly a lie given his past records.
He remembered fondly of the last time he had seen Dave before Regionals on Saturday. It had been during lunch hour. He had passed by Kurt and Mercedes and had given him a wink without the girl noticing. Soon after that, Kurt had received a text message that read “Good luck tomorrow. You gonna win this. Maybe I’ll have a surprise when you do.”
Kurt half expected Dave to appear in the audience for Regionals after that message, but he didn’t. The only reason that didn’t ruin the night was because New Directions had won.
Life was good.
Or so it seemed.
Just after breakfast, Dave called Kurt’s phone with an urgent voice, asking him to meet a few blocks from his home.
When Kurt got there, he found Dave inside his old car, waiting. No one was watching, so the jock opened the door and once Kurt had settled in, he started to drive in silence.
Looking over him, Kurt could see that his eyes were red, like he had been crying.
“Dave? Is everything all right?”
“Just…give me a minute, ok? It’s a long story.”
They drove until they reached the outskirts of the city, away from prying eyes.
“Dave, what’s wrong?” Kurt asked, because he had started to cry.
The boy didn’t answer, just removed his jacket. When he did that, Kurt saw a series of red and purple bruises on his arms.
“Who did that to you?” A sharp intake of breath. “Did anyone find out about…about us?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. Not exactly, anyway.” Dave answered in a small voice, unfitting to him. “It’s my dad.”
He had a deep frown in his head, like he was trying to wrap his mind around the right words he was supposed to say next. “He…he has a drinking problem. Always had, I don’t remember a time in my life when he hadn’t. When I was a small kid, whenever he got really drunk, he would go home and beat my mom up.”
“I’m so sorry, Dave, I…” Kurt began but was interrupted.
“When I got old enough to handle it, I always put myself between him and her. He never laid one finger again on her, until the day she died, a few years ago. Brain aneurism.”
Kurt extended his arm towards Dave and held his hand trying to comfort him.
“The beatings got worse after that for a while, and then practically stopped. Until last night.”
He looked at Kurt. “I was planning to surprise you, to show up at Regionals. But just before I could leave, my father arrived, completely drunk. He asked where I was going, and when I said I was going to watch a show choir competition, he…” Dave looked away from Kurt. “He called me names, like fag and homo,” He closed his eyes as if in pain. “And he started punching me.”
With that, he lowered his head into his free hand and started to cry like a small and fragile boy.
Kurt closed the space between them and embraced him. “Shh. It’s all right; you are just with me now. You have nothing to fear.”
At that, Karofsky snorted. “I’m terrified that my father might find out about us. He will kill me. Trust me, he has been practicing over the years and he could do it with his bare fists.”
“Well, that explains why your response to everything used to be violence.” Kurt groaned. He could kick himself for blurting that out. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“No, it’s ok, you are right. And you were far too much on the receiving end, so I guess you have every right to complain.” He caressed Kurt’s hair, placing it behind his ears. “I hate myself so much when I remember that.”
“But I don’t hate you. I love you.” Kurt said. The words were out of his mouth before he even realized they had formed in his mind. He smiled, because he knew that was true.
Dave’s eyes suddenly were brimming with tears. “I love you too, Kurt.”
They kissed, slowly, tenderly. Until his boyfriend grunted.
“What is it?” Kurt asked worried.
“It’s the bruises. Your elbow hit one of them.” Dave was definitely sore and tired.
“Oh, sorry.” Kurt said apologetically.
“Don’t worry, I’ve been through worse. I’m a hockey player, remember? As well as a football player now.” He tried to smile, but simply inhaling the air seemed to cause him pain.
Kurt often felt bad for Dave. He couldn’t imagine his life without Burt Hummel, who had always been supportive, even if he didn’t totally understand his son’s choice. He couldn’t fathom a life where he had to hide his true identity for fear that his father would beat him to a pulp.
Kurt brought his hands to either side of Dave’s face and touched his forehead with his own. “I have been thinking for a while about this. I want you to meet my father.”
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Author: TheRealMaraJade
Fandom: Glee
Pairing; Characters: Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson/Rachel Berry; Kurt, Karofsky, Blaine, Carole Hudson, Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, Azimio (so far)
Rating: Eventual NC-17. PG-13 for the most part.
Word Count: 1,023
Spoilers: Up to S2E06, "Never Been Kissed."
Warnings: Male/Male couple, with the possibility of cursing and homophobes characters.
A/N: Ok, this is officially AU (alternate universe) now, but I don’t care because the WINK OF DOOM has doomed me to be a hopeless Kurtofsky until the day I die. *sigh* Yep, Kurt, love *is* just around the corner, and he winked at you. Now if you can only make him stop bullying you and start MAKING OUT with you…I will die a happy fangirl. BTW, was it just me but Kurt looked simply embarrassed and NOT displeased with the wink? ;) *winks* Also, about the death threat - empty words and I’m sticking with it. I was more amused by Dave shushing Kurt and NOT shoving him into lockers. One more thing not Kurtofsky related: I can’t find a place that tells me when sectionals and regionals take place - only found out Nationals thanks to big_scoop - but I’m putting more or less one month between them. It doesn’t affect this chapter per se but it will affect others in the future. And again, not betaed, just checked for spelling, and English is not my first language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and I make NO money from this. I just write to have fun - and this time for my sanity’s sake, since my brain won’t process anything else, not even work, until I’m done with this!
Summary: the evolving relationship between Kurt and Karofsky, and how it affects Glee Club, school, and their own lives.
Crossposted to kurtofsky_fic and karofsky_hummel
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Kurt was happy that Sunday morning. Life couldn’t have been better this past three months. His father was happily married to Carole Hudson for a month now. New Directions had just won Regionals for the first time and they would start working on the songs for Nationals on the next few days, which would happen in NEW YORK. He didn’t have one particular vicious bully out for his blood anymore, since currently he was out for some other bodily fluids from him - that crude joke caused Kurt to snort; he still was a teenager boy after all. He had a boyfriend.
A secret boyfriend who still didn’t call himself like that yet, but still. Dave had been going to a psychiatrist for over two months now and finally seemed to be accepting his sexuality with more ease. Plus, he hadn’t bullied anyone since his last suspension - and whenever Azimio tried to make him do it, he would squeeze his way out of it, telling that his father had threatened to cut his allowance if he got suspended again, or that he could get expelled, which wasn’t exactly a lie given his past records.
He remembered fondly of the last time he had seen Dave before Regionals on Saturday. It had been during lunch hour. He had passed by Kurt and Mercedes and had given him a wink without the girl noticing. Soon after that, Kurt had received a text message that read “Good luck tomorrow. You gonna win this. Maybe I’ll have a surprise when you do.”
Kurt half expected Dave to appear in the audience for Regionals after that message, but he didn’t. The only reason that didn’t ruin the night was because New Directions had won.
Life was good.
Or so it seemed.
Just after breakfast, Dave called Kurt’s phone with an urgent voice, asking him to meet a few blocks from his home.
When Kurt got there, he found Dave inside his old car, waiting. No one was watching, so the jock opened the door and once Kurt had settled in, he started to drive in silence.
Looking over him, Kurt could see that his eyes were red, like he had been crying.
“Dave? Is everything all right?”
“Just…give me a minute, ok? It’s a long story.”
They drove until they reached the outskirts of the city, away from prying eyes.
“Dave, what’s wrong?” Kurt asked, because he had started to cry.
The boy didn’t answer, just removed his jacket. When he did that, Kurt saw a series of red and purple bruises on his arms.
“Who did that to you?” A sharp intake of breath. “Did anyone find out about…about us?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. Not exactly, anyway.” Dave answered in a small voice, unfitting to him. “It’s my dad.”
He had a deep frown in his head, like he was trying to wrap his mind around the right words he was supposed to say next. “He…he has a drinking problem. Always had, I don’t remember a time in my life when he hadn’t. When I was a small kid, whenever he got really drunk, he would go home and beat my mom up.”
“I’m so sorry, Dave, I…” Kurt began but was interrupted.
“When I got old enough to handle it, I always put myself between him and her. He never laid one finger again on her, until the day she died, a few years ago. Brain aneurism.”
Kurt extended his arm towards Dave and held his hand trying to comfort him.
“The beatings got worse after that for a while, and then practically stopped. Until last night.”
He looked at Kurt. “I was planning to surprise you, to show up at Regionals. But just before I could leave, my father arrived, completely drunk. He asked where I was going, and when I said I was going to watch a show choir competition, he…” Dave looked away from Kurt. “He called me names, like fag and homo,” He closed his eyes as if in pain. “And he started punching me.”
With that, he lowered his head into his free hand and started to cry like a small and fragile boy.
Kurt closed the space between them and embraced him. “Shh. It’s all right; you are just with me now. You have nothing to fear.”
At that, Karofsky snorted. “I’m terrified that my father might find out about us. He will kill me. Trust me, he has been practicing over the years and he could do it with his bare fists.”
“Well, that explains why your response to everything used to be violence.” Kurt groaned. He could kick himself for blurting that out. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“No, it’s ok, you are right. And you were far too much on the receiving end, so I guess you have every right to complain.” He caressed Kurt’s hair, placing it behind his ears. “I hate myself so much when I remember that.”
“But I don’t hate you. I love you.” Kurt said. The words were out of his mouth before he even realized they had formed in his mind. He smiled, because he knew that was true.
Dave’s eyes suddenly were brimming with tears. “I love you too, Kurt.”
They kissed, slowly, tenderly. Until his boyfriend grunted.
“What is it?” Kurt asked worried.
“It’s the bruises. Your elbow hit one of them.” Dave was definitely sore and tired.
“Oh, sorry.” Kurt said apologetically.
“Don’t worry, I’ve been through worse. I’m a hockey player, remember? As well as a football player now.” He tried to smile, but simply inhaling the air seemed to cause him pain.
Kurt often felt bad for Dave. He couldn’t imagine his life without Burt Hummel, who had always been supportive, even if he didn’t totally understand his son’s choice. He couldn’t fathom a life where he had to hide his true identity for fear that his father would beat him to a pulp.
Kurt brought his hands to either side of Dave’s face and touched his forehead with his own. “I have been thinking for a while about this. I want you to meet my father.”
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PLEASE comment & review! Reviews are love. Plus, I need to know what you like and what you don't like! :)