Fic: The Edge of Glory
Title: The Edge of Glory
Part: 1 of (?)
Rating: NC-17 (0_0)
Pairings: Kurtofsky, with some mentions of mild Klaine, Puck/Lauren, *hinted* Sam/Mercedes, Rachel, Finn, Artie, Brittany, Santana, Tina...basically all of the Glee kids are around here somewhere in this fic.
Spoilers: Prom Queen episode, AU after that
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee. Alas, it's not for me. =(
Summary: Originally written for the glee_kink_meme . After running away from the dance and Blaine saves Kurt, Kurt is relieved but something inside keeps nagging him. After the first few dances, he leaves Blaine at the prom, saying he has to go to the bathroom. He finds Dave crying in his truck in the school's parking lot, and puts both crowns together on the dashboard....
There is more, but I don't want to give the story away. ;)
I changed it up a little bit. Instead of going to the bathroom, Kurt goes outside to "get some air". Also, he doesn't find Dave in his truck, but they end up in Kurt's Escalade. It 's also probably going to be fluffier than what the original prompter thought possible. So, BEWARE THE FLUFF MONSTER! The title Comes from Lady Gaga's song The Edge of Glory.
A/N: Wow. This is my very first Kurtofsky fic ever! Not only that, but this is also the second NC-17 story I have ever written! Crazy, right?
I hope you all enjoy! Onward to the story!
Oh, and may I please request an Authour's tag? Pretty Please? With Dave sugar on top? *innocent smile*
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Kurt wasn't actually sure how he got into this situation.
One second he was a virgin, excusing himself from the dance floor, telling Blaine and his friends that he was going to step outside for a breather, and to call Finn and see how his huminiated brother was doing...
...and the next, he was naked, (save for his kilt), bouncing, writhing on Dave Karofsky's lap, riding his huge monster of a cock, moaning in the most intense pleasure he had ever felt in his life, as Dave gripped his hips, kissing his neck and jawline, whimpering into the pale, hot skin, like he would die if his lips were not touching.
If he had to guess though, through the lust cloud surrounding his brain, he would have guessed that this whole mess started...with that damn crown.
-Fourty-Five Minutes Earlier-
Kurt and Blaine smiled as the photographer took another picture of the "Prom Queen", and his date.
Blaine was the perfect knight in shining armour. When Dave ran out and left Kurt standing, stunned and alone, on the dance floor, Blaine stepped up and politely asked Kurt to dance.
Kurt was grateful, for sure, but...something was bothering him.
Even in Blaine's arms, dance after dance, he found his eyes trailing towards the doors Dave ran through, much like how his eyes kept being drawn to the boy in question the entire evening.
Where did he go?
When Kurt ran out from that horrible debacle, he found himself in a dark hallway of the school.
Dave, however, went out a pair of different doors than he did. Dave went out the doors that lead to the football field.
Was Dave on the bleachers outside?
To be honest, it was kind of a cold night. At least the gym was heated. In fact, Kurt realized, as he tugged at his collar, it was starting to get possitively stifling there. Maybe he should step outside for a minute, to get some fresh air...
No
No, that wasn't a good idea.
Even though he felt a tugging in his chest to go outside, to get away, to just check and see, he knew that he should just smile, and enjoy his Prom, and ignore the itch, the gentle ache in his chest.
Yes, it was his Prom, dammit! He made this fabulous outfit, he had the perfect date, and he had his friends around him. He deserved this, this bit of fun, this utter teenage bliss, especially after what happened with the crowning.
He was Kurt Hummel, and dammit, he WAS going to hold up his head, and smirk in the faces of his peers. They wanted to crown him Queen? Well, then he would wear that fucking tiara, and own it. He wasn't going to give them the satifaction of seeing his tears. Who cared if the Prom King left, making a scene of the lone Prom Queen?
Besides, Dave had been gone for a while now. Santana probably went after him after singing Dancing Queen, found him, demanded to go home, (after all, he got his crown, she did not), and would probably spread the rumor that she and Dave rented a hotel room, and started their hetero private after-prom party a little early.
That was logical, and should have put his mind at ease.
Except, something was off. Something wasn't right.
- Hazel eyes looked up at him from across the room, making his heart race -
He looked towards the doors again, and then looked around him in the brightly colored, crate paper maze.
Blaine and Rachel were a few feet away from him, bopping their heads to the music, while Rachel was probably was talking about the fact that Jesse and his brother were fighting over her, and managed to get kicked out of Prom.
Looking towards the dance floor, Kurt noticed that Mercedes was laughing to her heart's content at Sam's attempt to do The Hustle. Why Sam was going a botched up job of the Hustle during a Ke$ha song was beyond him.
Artie had Brittany on his lap, spinning the two around and to the beat, sing along loudly to the lyrics.
Puck and Lauren were doing a ridiculous version of a messed-up tango, and they both tried to edge closer to the punch bowl, without alerting Coach Sylvester.
Looking over to his far right, Kurt noticed Quinn sitting in one of the chairs lined against the wall, Santana handing her a cup of the lemonade-spiked punch-
Wait
Santana and Quinn? Santana was still there?
Kurt's eyes widened, as his heart started to pound.
Blaine tugged at Kurt's sleeve.
"Hey Kurt? I'm going to get some punch, would you like some?"
Kurt waved him off, half-heartedly mumbling something or other, as he continued to look over towards Santana and Quinn.
That feeling in his chest was becoming more insistant, almost begging him to walk out of those doors, and find his King.
The Prom King. The elected Prom King. David. Karofsky. Not his King, not like he belong to-
*"Remember, wait for me here, right?"*
Kurt's heart lurched, as he looked towards the doors again.
Surely somebody had gone after him when he ran out, right?
Kurt spotted Azimio dancing with a red haired girl in his English class in the atrocious kelly green and yellow mermaid style dress.
Right?
Surely Dave wasn't alone, outside, in the cold. Surely he had gone home, and somebody had gone after him after he ran...
Kurt started to race thought his thoughts of the past half hour.
Santana and Mercedes had been on stage when Dave ran out of the King and Queen's dance. Santana sang Dancing Queen has he and Blaine twirled in the spot light.
Now that he was thinking about it, didn't Santana grab that one football player, Strando, and grind with him when she saw Brittany and Artie getting a picture together?
Didn't she also stand in line, and get her picture taken again?
Kurt felt himself pale.
Didn't he hear Santana talking to Lauren, Tina, and Brittany about she insisted that she and Dave take her car, instead of Dave's truck, because she wanted to show up in style, instead of looking like they were going to a Hoe-Down?
Kurt's head was swimming, his knees were shaking, and the urge to rip those doors open and run was almost too overwhelming.
He was brought back to reality when he flet somebody shaking his shoulder.
"Kurt? Kurt, what's wrong?", Blaine asked, holding a plastic cup towards him.
"Are you ok Kurt?" Rachel asked as she laid her hand on his arm.
He had been so caught up in his thoughts over Dave, that he didn't notice his friends concered looks when the song had ended.
Mercedes touched his forehead.
"Honey, you're not looking to good. Are you getting a fever?"
Sam walked up and placed a bracing arm around his back.
"Maybe you should go sit down Kurt, you look like you're about to faint."
Kurt quickly glanced towards to doors again, and shook his head. Nodding his thank to Sam, he took a step back, and braced himself on the wall.
"I just need to get some air. It's too hot in here."
All four of them gave him looks of understanding. It was obvious that they thought that Kurt was still suffering from what had happened earlier.
*"I can't"*
Blaine stretched his arm out and touched his shoulder. "Do you need me to go with you?"
"No", Kurt said, shaking his head. To be honest, all he really wanted to do was run outside and begin his frantic search...but he really couldn't do that with Blaine.
"No, I'll be fine. Actually, need to call Finn, and make sure my Dad didn't murder him for getting kicked out of the Prom for fighting with Jesse St. Sucker-punch. This would be an opportune time."
Rachel looked about to protest, only to wilt under Kurt and Mercedes level gaze.
"That sounds like a good idea, Kurt. Could you tell him...that while I don't condone violence, I found it rather sweet that he wanted to protect my virtue?"
Kurt scrunched up his nose. "Really Rachel? Eww. Ok, fine, I will make sure to tell him that you appriciated his stint into macho-neaderthal-esk behavior...if he's alive after my parents get through with him."
Seeming to satisfy Rachel, Kurt pulled Blaine aside, and whispered, "I'm worried about Quinn. She was really looking forward to tonight, and had her heart set on being Prom Queen. Now that Finn's out, and I've won the crown, I think she might be a bit depressed. Do you think you could ask her to dance?"
Blaine smiled, and seem to perk up like a puppy at the idea of getting to cut a rug.
"Hey! That sounds great idea Kurt! Sure! I'll see you in a bit!"
When Kurt was sure that Blaine was safely in Quinn's personal space, and Rachel and Mercedes had Sam sandwiched between them on the dance floor, Kurt made a mad dash for the doors that had been his focus since his King and ran out of them.
To be continued
Part: 1 of (?)
Rating: NC-17 (0_0)
Pairings: Kurtofsky, with some mentions of mild Klaine, Puck/Lauren, *hinted* Sam/Mercedes, Rachel, Finn, Artie, Brittany, Santana, Tina...basically all of the Glee kids are around here somewhere in this fic.
Spoilers: Prom Queen episode, AU after that
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee. Alas, it's not for me. =(
Summary: Originally written for the glee_kink_meme . After running away from the dance and Blaine saves Kurt, Kurt is relieved but something inside keeps nagging him. After the first few dances, he leaves Blaine at the prom, saying he has to go to the bathroom. He finds Dave crying in his truck in the school's parking lot, and puts both crowns together on the dashboard....
There is more, but I don't want to give the story away. ;)
I changed it up a little bit. Instead of going to the bathroom, Kurt goes outside to "get some air". Also, he doesn't find Dave in his truck, but they end up in Kurt's Escalade. It 's also probably going to be fluffier than what the original prompter thought possible. So, BEWARE THE FLUFF MONSTER! The title Comes from Lady Gaga's song The Edge of Glory.
A/N: Wow. This is my very first Kurtofsky fic ever! Not only that, but this is also the second NC-17 story I have ever written! Crazy, right?
I hope you all enjoy! Onward to the story!
Oh, and may I please request an Authour's tag? Pretty Please? With Dave sugar on top? *innocent smile*
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Kurt wasn't actually sure how he got into this situation.
One second he was a virgin, excusing himself from the dance floor, telling Blaine and his friends that he was going to step outside for a breather, and to call Finn and see how his huminiated brother was doing...
...and the next, he was naked, (save for his kilt), bouncing, writhing on Dave Karofsky's lap, riding his huge monster of a cock, moaning in the most intense pleasure he had ever felt in his life, as Dave gripped his hips, kissing his neck and jawline, whimpering into the pale, hot skin, like he would die if his lips were not touching.
If he had to guess though, through the lust cloud surrounding his brain, he would have guessed that this whole mess started...with that damn crown.
-Fourty-Five Minutes Earlier-
Kurt and Blaine smiled as the photographer took another picture of the "Prom Queen", and his date.
Blaine was the perfect knight in shining armour. When Dave ran out and left Kurt standing, stunned and alone, on the dance floor, Blaine stepped up and politely asked Kurt to dance.
Kurt was grateful, for sure, but...something was bothering him.
Even in Blaine's arms, dance after dance, he found his eyes trailing towards the doors Dave ran through, much like how his eyes kept being drawn to the boy in question the entire evening.
Where did he go?
When Kurt ran out from that horrible debacle, he found himself in a dark hallway of the school.
Dave, however, went out a pair of different doors than he did. Dave went out the doors that lead to the football field.
Was Dave on the bleachers outside?
To be honest, it was kind of a cold night. At least the gym was heated. In fact, Kurt realized, as he tugged at his collar, it was starting to get possitively stifling there. Maybe he should step outside for a minute, to get some fresh air...
No
No, that wasn't a good idea.
Even though he felt a tugging in his chest to go outside, to get away, to just check and see, he knew that he should just smile, and enjoy his Prom, and ignore the itch, the gentle ache in his chest.
Yes, it was his Prom, dammit! He made this fabulous outfit, he had the perfect date, and he had his friends around him. He deserved this, this bit of fun, this utter teenage bliss, especially after what happened with the crowning.
He was Kurt Hummel, and dammit, he WAS going to hold up his head, and smirk in the faces of his peers. They wanted to crown him Queen? Well, then he would wear that fucking tiara, and own it. He wasn't going to give them the satifaction of seeing his tears. Who cared if the Prom King left, making a scene of the lone Prom Queen?
Besides, Dave had been gone for a while now. Santana probably went after him after singing Dancing Queen, found him, demanded to go home, (after all, he got his crown, she did not), and would probably spread the rumor that she and Dave rented a hotel room, and started their hetero private after-prom party a little early.
That was logical, and should have put his mind at ease.
Except, something was off. Something wasn't right.
- Hazel eyes looked up at him from across the room, making his heart race -
He looked towards the doors again, and then looked around him in the brightly colored, crate paper maze.
Blaine and Rachel were a few feet away from him, bopping their heads to the music, while Rachel was probably was talking about the fact that Jesse and his brother were fighting over her, and managed to get kicked out of Prom.
Looking towards the dance floor, Kurt noticed that Mercedes was laughing to her heart's content at Sam's attempt to do The Hustle. Why Sam was going a botched up job of the Hustle during a Ke$ha song was beyond him.
Artie had Brittany on his lap, spinning the two around and to the beat, sing along loudly to the lyrics.
Puck and Lauren were doing a ridiculous version of a messed-up tango, and they both tried to edge closer to the punch bowl, without alerting Coach Sylvester.
Looking over to his far right, Kurt noticed Quinn sitting in one of the chairs lined against the wall, Santana handing her a cup of the lemonade-spiked punch-
Wait
Santana and Quinn? Santana was still there?
Kurt's eyes widened, as his heart started to pound.
Blaine tugged at Kurt's sleeve.
"Hey Kurt? I'm going to get some punch, would you like some?"
Kurt waved him off, half-heartedly mumbling something or other, as he continued to look over towards Santana and Quinn.
That feeling in his chest was becoming more insistant, almost begging him to walk out of those doors, and find his King.
The Prom King. The elected Prom King. David. Karofsky. Not his King, not like he belong to-
*"Remember, wait for me here, right?"*
Kurt's heart lurched, as he looked towards the doors again.
Surely somebody had gone after him when he ran out, right?
Kurt spotted Azimio dancing with a red haired girl in his English class in the atrocious kelly green and yellow mermaid style dress.
Right?
Surely Dave wasn't alone, outside, in the cold. Surely he had gone home, and somebody had gone after him after he ran...
Kurt started to race thought his thoughts of the past half hour.
Santana and Mercedes had been on stage when Dave ran out of the King and Queen's dance. Santana sang Dancing Queen has he and Blaine twirled in the spot light.
Now that he was thinking about it, didn't Santana grab that one football player, Strando, and grind with him when she saw Brittany and Artie getting a picture together?
Didn't she also stand in line, and get her picture taken again?
Kurt felt himself pale.
Didn't he hear Santana talking to Lauren, Tina, and Brittany about she insisted that she and Dave take her car, instead of Dave's truck, because she wanted to show up in style, instead of looking like they were going to a Hoe-Down?
Kurt's head was swimming, his knees were shaking, and the urge to rip those doors open and run was almost too overwhelming.
He was brought back to reality when he flet somebody shaking his shoulder.
"Kurt? Kurt, what's wrong?", Blaine asked, holding a plastic cup towards him.
"Are you ok Kurt?" Rachel asked as she laid her hand on his arm.
He had been so caught up in his thoughts over Dave, that he didn't notice his friends concered looks when the song had ended.
Mercedes touched his forehead.
"Honey, you're not looking to good. Are you getting a fever?"
Sam walked up and placed a bracing arm around his back.
"Maybe you should go sit down Kurt, you look like you're about to faint."
Kurt quickly glanced towards to doors again, and shook his head. Nodding his thank to Sam, he took a step back, and braced himself on the wall.
"I just need to get some air. It's too hot in here."
All four of them gave him looks of understanding. It was obvious that they thought that Kurt was still suffering from what had happened earlier.
*"I can't"*
Blaine stretched his arm out and touched his shoulder. "Do you need me to go with you?"
"No", Kurt said, shaking his head. To be honest, all he really wanted to do was run outside and begin his frantic search...but he really couldn't do that with Blaine.
"No, I'll be fine. Actually, need to call Finn, and make sure my Dad didn't murder him for getting kicked out of the Prom for fighting with Jesse St. Sucker-punch. This would be an opportune time."
Rachel looked about to protest, only to wilt under Kurt and Mercedes level gaze.
"That sounds like a good idea, Kurt. Could you tell him...that while I don't condone violence, I found it rather sweet that he wanted to protect my virtue?"
Kurt scrunched up his nose. "Really Rachel? Eww. Ok, fine, I will make sure to tell him that you appriciated his stint into macho-neaderthal-esk behavior...if he's alive after my parents get through with him."
Seeming to satisfy Rachel, Kurt pulled Blaine aside, and whispered, "I'm worried about Quinn. She was really looking forward to tonight, and had her heart set on being Prom Queen. Now that Finn's out, and I've won the crown, I think she might be a bit depressed. Do you think you could ask her to dance?"
Blaine smiled, and seem to perk up like a puppy at the idea of getting to cut a rug.
"Hey! That sounds great idea Kurt! Sure! I'll see you in a bit!"
When Kurt was sure that Blaine was safely in Quinn's personal space, and Rachel and Mercedes had Sam sandwiched between them on the dance floor, Kurt made a mad dash for the doors that had been his focus since his King and ran out of them.
To be continued