Fic: Unfolded Like a Love Story - 3/?
Title: Unfolded Like a Love Story - 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dave Karofsky / Kurt Hummel
Summary: Their heated locker room kiss was one of the worst moments of both Dave Karofsky and Kurt Hummel's lives. Little did they know that someone had viewed the kiss, a kiss that led to his obsession with the pair.
Warnings: Kidnapping, potential non-con and attempted non-con, abuse.
Previous Chapters: Here
Dave leaned closer, squinting to see the face of the man speaking. Still, he remained between the man and Kurt. He was protective of Kurt because he had to be. Kurt was smaller than he was and more vulnerable to psychopaths, right? "Who are you?" he asked, keeping his voice steady despite the fact that he was terrified. He took a slight step forward and the man backed up, turning on a light.
"Patience, David," the man said serenely. It was indeed the same man who he had spoken to after school. He was a handsome man, who had this air of sophistication about him. "I came down to make sure that you were both doing alright. The injection I gave you was completely harmless, but it can leave one rather groggy."
"Who the fuck are you?"
He lunged for the man, impulsively, as he spoke. The man in front of him simply took a step back and pulled a small silver gun out of his jacket pocket. "I do not want to hurt either of you," he said clearly. "Harming you would go against my intentions completely, but I will if provoked. Sit back down and I can introduce myself. There are some fold-out chairs in the corner. Kurt, darling, are you alright?"
His eyes fell on Kurt who was watching with cold eyes. Dave turned back towards Kurt to watch his cold, unmoving glare. "Don't talk to me like that," Kurt snapped boldly. "Who are you and why have you taken us?"
Dave had to marvel over just how strong and confident Kurt was, but their captor seemed completely unbothered by the strength in his voice. He shook his head and walked over to the other side of the room. He unfolded three chairs, took a seat in one and gestured for the two boys to sit. Staying true to his protectiveness of Kurt, Dave got in between Kurt and the man.
"Who I am is unimportant," the man said, giving a deep glare, one that encouraged Dave to sit down. He did so, but kept himself bodily in between the man and Kurt, who still seemed shell shocked. "Who you two are is very important. I witnessed something between the two of you last year. Do you have any idea what that might be?"
Dave looked at Kurt, who seemed to be coming down from his hysterics. He glared at the man. "No, I have no freakin' idea what you're talking about, you psychopath," he said strongly, forcefully. "Now, I need you to let us go now before someone comes and finds us."
"I witnessed an altercation," the man said dreamily, his voice taking on a whimsical tone. "David, do you remember the day that Kurt accosted you in the locker room, demanding answers?"
"God no," Dave whispered. He didn't know why, but the mention of that moment made this already horrific moment more terrifying. That was the most vulnerable moment of his life. That was the moment that his soul was laid bare for Kurt Hummel to see. Now, he was learning that some psychopath had witnessed it too. "You couldn't have…"
"I did."
Dave glanced at Kurt and he could see that the boy suddenly looked sick to his stomach.
"That moment was very important to you; was it not, Dave?" the man asked, turning his attention back to Dave.
Dave frowned heavily. Yes, the kiss was very important to him, but not in the way the psychopath was insinuating. "Dude," he said softly. "Please, just, let us go. We're not telling anyone. We both just want out of here. You really made a mistake keeping us like this. You're not going to get away with this."
The man didn't react violently to Dave's declaration. Instead, he sighed heavily. "I want you to tell me exactly what you felt that day when you and Kurt kissed," he said softly, yanking Kurt's wrist and pulling him half over Dave's lap in a single, controlled gesture. Kurt struggled, kicking his legs lightly. He looked at Dave and Dave could tell that as restrained as his motion was, he couldn't get away.
"I was afraid," Dave spat out, hoping it would sate the psycho's appetite for drama. "I was terrified because Kurt was in my face."
"Why a kiss?" the man asked, his voice calmer. "Why not punch the little queer, huh?"
Dave faltered under the taunting, looking at Kurt with apologetic eyes. "I was tired of fighting," he said in the same angry voice. "I was tired of fighting a part of me that wished I was like him."
"Did you have feelings for him?"
Dave shook his head, deciding on answering honestly. "Not romantic ones," he said softly. "Just...feelings."
The man clucked his tongue lightly, before letting Kurt go. Dave could see the red marks where his fingers had dug into Kurt's delicate skin. "That won't do David," he said seriously, as though the teenager had committed some great wrong by him. "I'll send down food for you in about half an hour."
When the door slammed, Kurt slid off of the chair and onto the floor. "Hummel, are you okay?" Dave asked, looking Kurt over. The boy was pale and shaky, his eyes wide as he looked up at Dave. He was obviously petrified. Dave was too but he was trying his best to hold back.
"I'm fine," Kurt spat at him. "I just want to go home, David. I k-know we'll get out of here so I'm not scared."
"You're a shitty liar," he mumbled.
Kurt's eyes flashed.
"Well you are," Dave said bluntly. He wasn't in the mood to play nice. He was scared and not sure what to do next. "You're terrified; you're scared shitless just like I am. You don't always have to put up such a front."
"Is it any wonder that I do?" Kurt asked, just as bluntly.
After that harsh, condemning statement, Kurt retreated to the other side of the basement. Dave watched him as he took deep, steady breaths. He seemed to be bringing himself back from the verge of a panic attack, so Dave let him be. While Kurt calmed down, Dave took the moment to survey the room, try and understand its inner workings. Aside from the old washing machine, there was nothing that could be used as a weapon or to free themselves.
Once he decided that they were trapped and in a hell of a lot of trouble, he returned his focus to Kurt. The dim lights were still on, so he could see Kurt's pale face. He was crying. Shit. "Look, you know that we're gonna get out of here," he said seriously. "Psychotic kidnappers never get too far, unless you're talking movies or something. This is real life."
Kurt looked up at him and gave that same dangerous glare. "I know that, David," he snapped. "I'm fine, okay?"
Dave wasn't sure what he could do. He knew he'd protect Kurt and he knew they'd get out of this, but he didn't know how bad it could get. "We're both fine, Hummel. We'll both be fine."
About a half hour later, their captor arrived, set down a tray on the steps and then walked out without another word. When Dave opened his mouth, the man said simply, "now is not the time David," and shut the door. Dave looked at Kurt. The food was simple, soup and bread. Dave felt his stomach growl a little at the site of it and he wondered how long he'd been out from the drugs. He wasn't sure if they should eat or not, unsure of what could be in the stuff. He grimaced a little.
Kurt looked at him for answers. Now that was different.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dave Karofsky / Kurt Hummel
Summary: Their heated locker room kiss was one of the worst moments of both Dave Karofsky and Kurt Hummel's lives. Little did they know that someone had viewed the kiss, a kiss that led to his obsession with the pair.
Warnings: Kidnapping, potential non-con and attempted non-con, abuse.
Previous Chapters: Here
Dave leaned closer, squinting to see the face of the man speaking. Still, he remained between the man and Kurt. He was protective of Kurt because he had to be. Kurt was smaller than he was and more vulnerable to psychopaths, right? "Who are you?" he asked, keeping his voice steady despite the fact that he was terrified. He took a slight step forward and the man backed up, turning on a light.
"Patience, David," the man said serenely. It was indeed the same man who he had spoken to after school. He was a handsome man, who had this air of sophistication about him. "I came down to make sure that you were both doing alright. The injection I gave you was completely harmless, but it can leave one rather groggy."
"Who the fuck are you?"
He lunged for the man, impulsively, as he spoke. The man in front of him simply took a step back and pulled a small silver gun out of his jacket pocket. "I do not want to hurt either of you," he said clearly. "Harming you would go against my intentions completely, but I will if provoked. Sit back down and I can introduce myself. There are some fold-out chairs in the corner. Kurt, darling, are you alright?"
His eyes fell on Kurt who was watching with cold eyes. Dave turned back towards Kurt to watch his cold, unmoving glare. "Don't talk to me like that," Kurt snapped boldly. "Who are you and why have you taken us?"
Dave had to marvel over just how strong and confident Kurt was, but their captor seemed completely unbothered by the strength in his voice. He shook his head and walked over to the other side of the room. He unfolded three chairs, took a seat in one and gestured for the two boys to sit. Staying true to his protectiveness of Kurt, Dave got in between Kurt and the man.
"Who I am is unimportant," the man said, giving a deep glare, one that encouraged Dave to sit down. He did so, but kept himself bodily in between the man and Kurt, who still seemed shell shocked. "Who you two are is very important. I witnessed something between the two of you last year. Do you have any idea what that might be?"
Dave looked at Kurt, who seemed to be coming down from his hysterics. He glared at the man. "No, I have no freakin' idea what you're talking about, you psychopath," he said strongly, forcefully. "Now, I need you to let us go now before someone comes and finds us."
"I witnessed an altercation," the man said dreamily, his voice taking on a whimsical tone. "David, do you remember the day that Kurt accosted you in the locker room, demanding answers?"
"God no," Dave whispered. He didn't know why, but the mention of that moment made this already horrific moment more terrifying. That was the most vulnerable moment of his life. That was the moment that his soul was laid bare for Kurt Hummel to see. Now, he was learning that some psychopath had witnessed it too. "You couldn't have…"
"I did."
Dave glanced at Kurt and he could see that the boy suddenly looked sick to his stomach.
"That moment was very important to you; was it not, Dave?" the man asked, turning his attention back to Dave.
Dave frowned heavily. Yes, the kiss was very important to him, but not in the way the psychopath was insinuating. "Dude," he said softly. "Please, just, let us go. We're not telling anyone. We both just want out of here. You really made a mistake keeping us like this. You're not going to get away with this."
The man didn't react violently to Dave's declaration. Instead, he sighed heavily. "I want you to tell me exactly what you felt that day when you and Kurt kissed," he said softly, yanking Kurt's wrist and pulling him half over Dave's lap in a single, controlled gesture. Kurt struggled, kicking his legs lightly. He looked at Dave and Dave could tell that as restrained as his motion was, he couldn't get away.
"I was afraid," Dave spat out, hoping it would sate the psycho's appetite for drama. "I was terrified because Kurt was in my face."
"Why a kiss?" the man asked, his voice calmer. "Why not punch the little queer, huh?"
Dave faltered under the taunting, looking at Kurt with apologetic eyes. "I was tired of fighting," he said in the same angry voice. "I was tired of fighting a part of me that wished I was like him."
"Did you have feelings for him?"
Dave shook his head, deciding on answering honestly. "Not romantic ones," he said softly. "Just...feelings."
The man clucked his tongue lightly, before letting Kurt go. Dave could see the red marks where his fingers had dug into Kurt's delicate skin. "That won't do David," he said seriously, as though the teenager had committed some great wrong by him. "I'll send down food for you in about half an hour."
When the door slammed, Kurt slid off of the chair and onto the floor. "Hummel, are you okay?" Dave asked, looking Kurt over. The boy was pale and shaky, his eyes wide as he looked up at Dave. He was obviously petrified. Dave was too but he was trying his best to hold back.
"I'm fine," Kurt spat at him. "I just want to go home, David. I k-know we'll get out of here so I'm not scared."
"You're a shitty liar," he mumbled.
Kurt's eyes flashed.
"Well you are," Dave said bluntly. He wasn't in the mood to play nice. He was scared and not sure what to do next. "You're terrified; you're scared shitless just like I am. You don't always have to put up such a front."
"Is it any wonder that I do?" Kurt asked, just as bluntly.
After that harsh, condemning statement, Kurt retreated to the other side of the basement. Dave watched him as he took deep, steady breaths. He seemed to be bringing himself back from the verge of a panic attack, so Dave let him be. While Kurt calmed down, Dave took the moment to survey the room, try and understand its inner workings. Aside from the old washing machine, there was nothing that could be used as a weapon or to free themselves.
Once he decided that they were trapped and in a hell of a lot of trouble, he returned his focus to Kurt. The dim lights were still on, so he could see Kurt's pale face. He was crying. Shit. "Look, you know that we're gonna get out of here," he said seriously. "Psychotic kidnappers never get too far, unless you're talking movies or something. This is real life."
Kurt looked up at him and gave that same dangerous glare. "I know that, David," he snapped. "I'm fine, okay?"
Dave wasn't sure what he could do. He knew he'd protect Kurt and he knew they'd get out of this, but he didn't know how bad it could get. "We're both fine, Hummel. We'll both be fine."
About a half hour later, their captor arrived, set down a tray on the steps and then walked out without another word. When Dave opened his mouth, the man said simply, "now is not the time David," and shut the door. Dave looked at Kurt. The food was simple, soup and bread. Dave felt his stomach growl a little at the site of it and he wondered how long he'd been out from the drugs. He wasn't sure if they should eat or not, unsure of what could be in the stuff. He grimaced a little.
Kurt looked at him for answers. Now that was different.