Fic: Bound by a New Life - 6/?
Title: Bound by a New Life - 6/?
Rating: R
Pairing: Dave Karofsky / Kurt Hummel
Summary: Kurt Hummel and Dave Karofsky were abruptly rescued after months of captivity. Adjusting to their new lives would not be an easy task for either.
Warnings: References to past non-con.
AN: Love for all my pirates. We've had a traumatic week.
Dave looked at Kurt as he started to come down from his hysteria. He locked his eyes with Kurt and just would not look away. Kurt knew that his presence comforted and grounded Dave and that was huge. This was more than he could really handle, but he tried his very best. "Thank you," Dave said. His expression was a mixture of embarrassment and total adoration. "I just really needed you here. I needed to know that you were okay…"
Kurt smiled and gently kissed the side of Dave's mouth. "I'm more than okay," he whispered against his skin. "I'm alive and well and it's all because of you. Don't ever forget that. We'll get through this together and that's only because you saved us."
Dave smiled and Kurt could honestly see the pride in his eyes. Their moment, however, was interrupted by a loud curse from his father. He could also hear Dave's father talking loudly, yelling even. He wanted to know what was going on but could only catch snippets. "Let's go see what's wrong," Dave told Kurt, trying to tell him with his eyes that he was okay enough to go investigate. Kurt immediately got up and headed downstairs. Dave followed.
There was a news van parked outside of the Karofsky house. At the door, both of their fathers were arguing with a well-dressed woman. "The boys' kidnapping was a national news story and we've hardly received any information," the woman said, acting very composed in the face of two angry looking men. "Can you give us a few minutes for an interview at least?"
"I'll give you a statement," Paul said. "Both boys are healthy and recovery is beginning. That is all we can give you for right now. Please, I need all of these vans to get off my front lawn, now."
Kurt and Dave stood frozen in the hallway. It hit Kurt pretty hard that news crews were outside of Dave's house. He had been so caught up in himself and in Dave that he never realized the response there would be to the kidnapping. His father turned around and ushered them back. "Boys get inside," he said firmly, his voice sharp and his face drawn tense.
"Boys?" the reporter asked. "Oh can we get a statement from one of them?"
Paul quickly started giving them a tense and angry piece of his mind. Kurt's dad ushered them away. "Sorry guys," he said, glancing back strained. "We've both talked to the media, but they left us alone when things got dark..."
Kurt knew what that meant. Reporters had stopped bothering their families when they started to give up hope. "What now?" he asked. He looked to Dave and could tell that the bigger boy was pale, scared. "Dad, what are we supposed to do now? How are David and I supposed to go back to our normal lives when our lives are part of a media circus?"
His father didn't look like he exactly had the answer to that question. He looked uncomfortable and for a minute, Kurt was really worried about his health. He didn't need to handle something like this. "I really don't know boys," he said. "It's going to take awhile for us to even start getting a normal life back, but we're on our way. You boys are on your way."
They sat in silence for awhile, even after Paul returned, just trying to sort their own thoughts out. It was too complicated.
It got even more complicated, for Kurt, at least, a few days later when he was talking to Finn and the name Blaine Anderson came up. It sent Kurt into an absolute panic. He had forgotten where he stood before the kidnapping. He had forgotten that he had a boyfriend. "Oh my god..." he whispered, looking up at Finn.
His stepbrother immediately looked worried. "Dude, you just like went pale. Are you going to be sick?"
He sunk against the couch. "Finn," he whispered low. He had to trust Finn as someone he could talk to. "I'm still Blaine's boyfriend. How can I go back to my normal life, see Blaine and tell him that it's over between us? I'm not the person he fell in love with. I really mean him no harm, but..." He was hyperventilating. His breath kept coming out in desperate, shallow pants.
Finn grabbed him by the shoulders. "Kurt, breathe," he demanded. Kurt wasn't sure when Finn learned how to take control of a situation like that. He was glad Finn found that skill though, because he was going nuts. "Kurt, I think that the only thing Blaine will care about is that you're alive and well. The drama of relationships and stuff can happen but it's not important."
Kurt paused, tilting his head. "Who are you and what have you done with my stepbrother?" he asked with a nervous laugh. "You're so confident and assuring and...smart..."
Finn pretended to look offended. "Did you think I wasn't smart before?" he asked. He shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "I guess that I just got thinking a little deeper when all of a sudden you were just gone…It was tough dude and it opened my eyes."
Kurt swallowed his anxiety down and sat back against the couch. Finn threw an arm over his shoulder and hugged him close. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture and not something that two teenage boys were usually comfortable with, but Kurt felt extremely safe and loved. He hugged his brother back. "I need to see Blaine pretty soon, don't I?" he asked, uncomfortable at the idea. "Even if he and I aren't dating…"
Finn nodded wisely. "Yeah, Blaine was pretty broken up by losing you, Kurt," he said. "I know Rachel's stayed closer to him than I have, but yeah…"
"Okay," Kurt said, determined. "I will set that up for tomorrow or something." Mostly, he just wanted to get it over with. He wanted to let go of the things that made up the Kurt Hummel of the past and move on to the future.