Fanfiction: Questions part 7
Title: Questions
Author: Vez (kalliasgrimm)
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky and Kurt Hummel (not romantic & a made up Karfosky family
Rating: R Mature. Swearing and violence
Spoilers: Season 2, episode 7 "The Substitute"
Summary: Kurt questions Karofsky about his constant bullying and brings up a touchy subject. Read my version of why Dave has an issue with homosexuality
Read part one here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/40112.html
Read part two here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/45951.html
Read part three here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/50968.html
Read part four here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/58422.html
Read part five here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/72019.html
Read part six here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/72338.html#cutid1
Kurt Hummel had never been a fighter. He didn't see the point of hitting someone when he could do far more damage with words. He had a quick tongue that could easily become cruel, and he enjoyed the perplexed look on his attackers face when he completely out smarted them. He always knew that one day, chances are, he would eventually have to physically fight but he had always assumed that it would be an even match, and he wouldn't be fighting the Incredible Hulk as his first opponent.
He knew he should run. He was fast, there was a fair chance he could out run Karofsky's brother (at least for a little while) but for whatever reason - stupidity, excitement or loyalty - he was staying put. And now here he was, darting around as fast he could - jumping fences, running in the road, anything to try and dodge the huge fists of George Karofsky.
Dave was out cold. His usually arrow straight nose was now at an awkward angle and his blood was pouring out of his nostrils like a geyser. His lips were also bloody and he had the dirt from his brothers shoe all over his face, including in his eyes.
'Stand still you little fag!' George ordered, lunging around trying to get a hold of Kurt.
'Yeah,' Kurt puffed, 'that's going to happen!'
His tactic of constantly moving seemed to be working but he knew he couldn't keep this up forever (plus he felt completely ridiculous running around like Benny Hill). He had three choices: get help, try and attack or get killed. Knowing the third option was definitely out of the question, he decided to try for the first. Checking where his attacker was, he started to throw himself in one direction before lurching in the opposite direction.
I DID IT! Hahaha what a sucker!
Kurt didn't have much time to mentally celebrate before he felt two thick arms wrap around his waist and lift him into the air.
'Shit!'
'Think I've never seen a feint before you little queer?' George said in a low, mocking voice into Kurt's ear.
'That's what I was hoping.' Kurt answered in the snarkiest voice he could muster.
'Guess you're out of luck, eh?' George questioned.
'I guess-' Kurt stopped when he realised the grip around his middle was getting tighter.
He was trying to crush him, and judging by the size of him, it wasn't going to be an impossible task. All attempts at wit and sarcasm shut down as his body and mind went primal - he needed to protect himself and get out of this situation. He started to throw himself from side of side, wriggling and writhing to get out of the mans grip, all the while screaming for help at the top of his lungs.
'Lets see if you bleed pink, pansy…' George snarled darkly, but Kurt could barely hear him.
He kept fighting even when the pain became almost unbearable. It was getting to the point where it was getting hard to breath and for a few seconds he honestly thought he was going to die.
That was until he heard a loud smack, a cry of pain and a thud. Kurt cried out himself when he was dropped heavily onto the floor, taking a few moments to breath properly and try and work out what the hell had just happened.
Dave's screams were what finally returned him to reality. Looking over his shoulder he saw George sprawled out over Dave. His brothers body falling on him had shaken him back into consciousness and as it did, all Dave could think of was the pain.
'Get off him!' ordered the familiar voice of Hannah Karofsky. Kurt scrambled to his feet as Hannah kicked George away from her brother and then reached down to see to Dave.
'Kurt! Are you all right?' James asked as he put his hands on the shaken boys shoulders.
'Uh yeah, yeah I'm all right.' Kurt stammered, walking free from James and over to the wailing Dave.
'Kurt, I'd give them some space.' James said gently, pulling him away from the scene.
William, who had run outside with Hannah and James, was now on his knees supporting his son as he sat up. Hannah was next to her father, checking her brothers broken nose and trying to get him to open his eyes. 'Come on Davey, I need to see-'
'Get off, it hurts!' Dave snapped after the third time she tried to get them open.
'I think he's got dirt in them.' Kurt spoke up in a hushed tone.
'How did that happen?' Hannah frowned.
'George… he…' Kurt looked over at George who was now right by him. Kurt backed off instantly, practically falling into James. 'He did it! He stood on- god he - he stamped on him!'
Hannah was up and over to Kurt before he could work out was happening. The big woman grabbed handfuls of George's shirt and pulled him down to her size - he was at least 3 inches taller than her - and she looked like she was going to hit him again. 'You did what?'
'He's a fucking little queer! He needed -' George began before stopping when Hannah's large palm connected with his cheek.
'Shut your mouth or so help me I will KILL YOU!' Hannah bellowed, shaking her brother fiercely.
James stepped between his two massive step children, forcing his hands between them and splitting them apart. Hannah glared down at him but she kept her thoughts to herself. George did not.
'Don't touch me!'
Kurt tensed up, ready to defend James, but he was proud to see that the silver haired man could handle himself just fine.
'Don't come anywhere near me you stupid f-'
'That is enough of that.' James said sternly, folding his arms.
'Excuse me?' George asked in a tone that Kurt was so familiar with it gave him have déjà vu.
'I said, that is enough.' James repeated, keeping his tone level and his face stern.
'What makes you think you can talk to me like that you ugly little-'
'ENOUGH!'
Everybody jumped. It was impossible not to. Everyone turned to face William who was now standing with one arm around his bloody son.
'You will never, EVER speak to my husband that way,' he continued with a booming voice, 'do you understand?'
George didn't answer, he just lowered his head, a conflicted expression on his face.
'I said,' William asked with an even voice, 'do you understand me?'
'Just fuck off will you?' George snapped, looking at his father for a split second before looking down again. Before William could speak, George shoved his hands in his pockets and started to walk off.
'Oh no you don't.' Hannah snarled, reaching for her brothers collar and yanking him back. He span around and knocked her away. They looked like they were about to seriously fight but William stopped them.
With one arm still supporting Dave, he used his spare hand to pull his daughter back to a safe distance. He then reshuffled his son, passing him to Hannah. Kurt automatically went to his other side, wrapping an arm around him to support him without even realising that he was touching him. However, this did not go unnoticed by Hannah or Dave.
'It's been a very long time son,' William said as he walked over to his son, 'this isn't the best reunion.'
'I didn't want a damn reunion…' George sneered, finally looking his father in the eyes.
'Then why did you come?'
'Because I heard them talking! I heard that my brother is-' he stammered over his words before settling on 'gay.'
'And that made you come to my house, attack my son, my daughter, my husband and Kurt?' William asked, his jaw clenched.
'They deserved it! This is not normal! This is not okay!' George argued, throwing his arms around like a child throwing a tantrum.
'So love and family isn't normal but attacking people-' William winced at the thought, 'attacking your own brother is?'
George froze and for a moment Kurt thought he was going to apologise but instead he just shrugged those big shoulders and again tried to walk away. 'I'm gonna go.'
'Don't you think you owe your brother an apology?'
'No.'
'Look at him.'
George couldn't help but do as he was told and gingerly looked at his brother. Not even he could pretend he wasn't affected by the sight of him.
Dave's nose was now bent at an alarming angle, blood had dried all down his face (all the while fresh blood still flowed). His eyes were red and watery, the dirt was making it difficult to see, and his bottom lip was swollen and bloody. You couldn't see it with his mouth closed but Kurt had spotted at least two missing teeth when he was crying out in pain.
Everybody was looking at George. The words were so easy and they were right there. All he had to do was swallow his pride and say it. All he had to was look at the happiness of his father and his husband, see the confidence of Kurt and the newly found freedom of his brother.
If he would just give it all a chance, he would see that Dave was the same little brother he had always known. He would find out that James was a kind and welcoming man. That William still loved George so much, despite his numerous faults. If he was willing to try, he would find he always had a place in that house, with that family.
But he couldn't. He simply shook his head, repulsed by his brother - not for the bloody face, but because of who he was. His brother was gay, and George just could not accept that. Shaking his head, he turned his back on his father, sister and brother, and walked away.
Dave felt Hannah's and Kurt's grip tighten as George walked away and he was grateful for it. He looked up at his dad when he rejoined them, smiling very slightly when he again looped his arm around him.
'George.' William called out as they began to head back to the house. George stopped but didn't look back. 'Tell your mother I will be coming by this evening to pick up David's stuff. Understand?' George didn't speak, he simply nodded and carried on walking.
'Come on guys,' James said gently after a moment of silence, 'let's get inside.'
Kurt took a few quick steps to reach Dave's side and he gently put his arm around him again, helping his friend inside his new home.
Authors note: I am still in the process of deciding to finish it here or write more chapters, perhaps a 1 year later sort of thing? Or should I continue the story, perhaps get Susanne Karofsky involved? Decisions, decisions...
Author: Vez (kalliasgrimm)
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky and Kurt Hummel (not romantic & a made up Karfosky family
Rating: R Mature. Swearing and violence
Spoilers: Season 2, episode 7 "The Substitute"
Summary: Kurt questions Karofsky about his constant bullying and brings up a touchy subject. Read my version of why Dave has an issue with homosexuality
Read part one here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/40112.html
Read part two here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/45951.html
Read part three here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/50968.html
Read part four here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/58422.html
Read part five here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/72019.html
Read part six here: http://community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/72338.html#cutid1
Kurt Hummel had never been a fighter. He didn't see the point of hitting someone when he could do far more damage with words. He had a quick tongue that could easily become cruel, and he enjoyed the perplexed look on his attackers face when he completely out smarted them. He always knew that one day, chances are, he would eventually have to physically fight but he had always assumed that it would be an even match, and he wouldn't be fighting the Incredible Hulk as his first opponent.
He knew he should run. He was fast, there was a fair chance he could out run Karofsky's brother (at least for a little while) but for whatever reason - stupidity, excitement or loyalty - he was staying put. And now here he was, darting around as fast he could - jumping fences, running in the road, anything to try and dodge the huge fists of George Karofsky.
Dave was out cold. His usually arrow straight nose was now at an awkward angle and his blood was pouring out of his nostrils like a geyser. His lips were also bloody and he had the dirt from his brothers shoe all over his face, including in his eyes.
'Stand still you little fag!' George ordered, lunging around trying to get a hold of Kurt.
'Yeah,' Kurt puffed, 'that's going to happen!'
His tactic of constantly moving seemed to be working but he knew he couldn't keep this up forever (plus he felt completely ridiculous running around like Benny Hill). He had three choices: get help, try and attack or get killed. Knowing the third option was definitely out of the question, he decided to try for the first. Checking where his attacker was, he started to throw himself in one direction before lurching in the opposite direction.
I DID IT! Hahaha what a sucker!
Kurt didn't have much time to mentally celebrate before he felt two thick arms wrap around his waist and lift him into the air.
'Shit!'
'Think I've never seen a feint before you little queer?' George said in a low, mocking voice into Kurt's ear.
'That's what I was hoping.' Kurt answered in the snarkiest voice he could muster.
'Guess you're out of luck, eh?' George questioned.
'I guess-' Kurt stopped when he realised the grip around his middle was getting tighter.
He was trying to crush him, and judging by the size of him, it wasn't going to be an impossible task. All attempts at wit and sarcasm shut down as his body and mind went primal - he needed to protect himself and get out of this situation. He started to throw himself from side of side, wriggling and writhing to get out of the mans grip, all the while screaming for help at the top of his lungs.
'Lets see if you bleed pink, pansy…' George snarled darkly, but Kurt could barely hear him.
He kept fighting even when the pain became almost unbearable. It was getting to the point where it was getting hard to breath and for a few seconds he honestly thought he was going to die.
That was until he heard a loud smack, a cry of pain and a thud. Kurt cried out himself when he was dropped heavily onto the floor, taking a few moments to breath properly and try and work out what the hell had just happened.
Dave's screams were what finally returned him to reality. Looking over his shoulder he saw George sprawled out over Dave. His brothers body falling on him had shaken him back into consciousness and as it did, all Dave could think of was the pain.
'Get off him!' ordered the familiar voice of Hannah Karofsky. Kurt scrambled to his feet as Hannah kicked George away from her brother and then reached down to see to Dave.
'Kurt! Are you all right?' James asked as he put his hands on the shaken boys shoulders.
'Uh yeah, yeah I'm all right.' Kurt stammered, walking free from James and over to the wailing Dave.
'Kurt, I'd give them some space.' James said gently, pulling him away from the scene.
William, who had run outside with Hannah and James, was now on his knees supporting his son as he sat up. Hannah was next to her father, checking her brothers broken nose and trying to get him to open his eyes. 'Come on Davey, I need to see-'
'Get off, it hurts!' Dave snapped after the third time she tried to get them open.
'I think he's got dirt in them.' Kurt spoke up in a hushed tone.
'How did that happen?' Hannah frowned.
'George… he…' Kurt looked over at George who was now right by him. Kurt backed off instantly, practically falling into James. 'He did it! He stood on- god he - he stamped on him!'
Hannah was up and over to Kurt before he could work out was happening. The big woman grabbed handfuls of George's shirt and pulled him down to her size - he was at least 3 inches taller than her - and she looked like she was going to hit him again. 'You did what?'
'He's a fucking little queer! He needed -' George began before stopping when Hannah's large palm connected with his cheek.
'Shut your mouth or so help me I will KILL YOU!' Hannah bellowed, shaking her brother fiercely.
James stepped between his two massive step children, forcing his hands between them and splitting them apart. Hannah glared down at him but she kept her thoughts to herself. George did not.
'Don't touch me!'
Kurt tensed up, ready to defend James, but he was proud to see that the silver haired man could handle himself just fine.
'Don't come anywhere near me you stupid f-'
'That is enough of that.' James said sternly, folding his arms.
'Excuse me?' George asked in a tone that Kurt was so familiar with it gave him have déjà vu.
'I said, that is enough.' James repeated, keeping his tone level and his face stern.
'What makes you think you can talk to me like that you ugly little-'
'ENOUGH!'
Everybody jumped. It was impossible not to. Everyone turned to face William who was now standing with one arm around his bloody son.
'You will never, EVER speak to my husband that way,' he continued with a booming voice, 'do you understand?'
George didn't answer, he just lowered his head, a conflicted expression on his face.
'I said,' William asked with an even voice, 'do you understand me?'
'Just fuck off will you?' George snapped, looking at his father for a split second before looking down again. Before William could speak, George shoved his hands in his pockets and started to walk off.
'Oh no you don't.' Hannah snarled, reaching for her brothers collar and yanking him back. He span around and knocked her away. They looked like they were about to seriously fight but William stopped them.
With one arm still supporting Dave, he used his spare hand to pull his daughter back to a safe distance. He then reshuffled his son, passing him to Hannah. Kurt automatically went to his other side, wrapping an arm around him to support him without even realising that he was touching him. However, this did not go unnoticed by Hannah or Dave.
'It's been a very long time son,' William said as he walked over to his son, 'this isn't the best reunion.'
'I didn't want a damn reunion…' George sneered, finally looking his father in the eyes.
'Then why did you come?'
'Because I heard them talking! I heard that my brother is-' he stammered over his words before settling on 'gay.'
'And that made you come to my house, attack my son, my daughter, my husband and Kurt?' William asked, his jaw clenched.
'They deserved it! This is not normal! This is not okay!' George argued, throwing his arms around like a child throwing a tantrum.
'So love and family isn't normal but attacking people-' William winced at the thought, 'attacking your own brother is?'
George froze and for a moment Kurt thought he was going to apologise but instead he just shrugged those big shoulders and again tried to walk away. 'I'm gonna go.'
'Don't you think you owe your brother an apology?'
'No.'
'Look at him.'
George couldn't help but do as he was told and gingerly looked at his brother. Not even he could pretend he wasn't affected by the sight of him.
Dave's nose was now bent at an alarming angle, blood had dried all down his face (all the while fresh blood still flowed). His eyes were red and watery, the dirt was making it difficult to see, and his bottom lip was swollen and bloody. You couldn't see it with his mouth closed but Kurt had spotted at least two missing teeth when he was crying out in pain.
Everybody was looking at George. The words were so easy and they were right there. All he had to do was swallow his pride and say it. All he had to was look at the happiness of his father and his husband, see the confidence of Kurt and the newly found freedom of his brother.
If he would just give it all a chance, he would see that Dave was the same little brother he had always known. He would find out that James was a kind and welcoming man. That William still loved George so much, despite his numerous faults. If he was willing to try, he would find he always had a place in that house, with that family.
But he couldn't. He simply shook his head, repulsed by his brother - not for the bloody face, but because of who he was. His brother was gay, and George just could not accept that. Shaking his head, he turned his back on his father, sister and brother, and walked away.
Dave felt Hannah's and Kurt's grip tighten as George walked away and he was grateful for it. He looked up at his dad when he rejoined them, smiling very slightly when he again looped his arm around him.
'George.' William called out as they began to head back to the house. George stopped but didn't look back. 'Tell your mother I will be coming by this evening to pick up David's stuff. Understand?' George didn't speak, he simply nodded and carried on walking.
'Come on guys,' James said gently after a moment of silence, 'let's get inside.'
Kurt took a few quick steps to reach Dave's side and he gently put his arm around him again, helping his friend inside his new home.
Authors note: I am still in the process of deciding to finish it here or write more chapters, perhaps a 1 year later sort of thing? Or should I continue the story, perhaps get Susanne Karofsky involved? Decisions, decisions...