100 Themes
Author: paris_5053
Rating: K+ to R
Pairings: Kurtofsky
Warnings: Spoilers until 3x14. Mentions of suicide/suicide attempts. Sickeningly huge amounts of fluff. And the same goes for angst. Poor usage of onomatopoeia. Some Baby!Dave. Glitter. Kelly Clarkson. And a cat.
Word Count: Up to 100-200 words per fill. ~4000+ total.
Summary: 30 drabble/double drabble fills for the KL 100 Theme Challenge (the first 30 themes, to be exact).
A/N: I admit I'm not new to fic-writing, but I very rarely post online. Case in point: It took me over 30 minutes just to do the header. >.<" Anyway, I wrote these in the span of a week, and I have yet to decide if I'm going to fill all the themes or not. That was my initial goal, anyway. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy these in the meantime! :">
1. INTRODUCTION (95 words)
“Hi. My name’s Dave Karofsky and I’m your new teammate.”
Not all introductions make good impressions. This, Nick was fully aware of.
It was unsettling enough that their coach in Thurston High had decided to make accommodations for this newcomer. But something about said newcomer was a bit...strange.
Shifty eyes. A tad restless. Doesn’t like to be touched. Not even for a welcome handshake.
As if he was trying to hide something.
He watched as the new arrival took his seat on a nearby bench.
Yeah. He’s definitely keeping an eye out for this one.
2. LOVE (68 words)
“...What?”
“What?”
“What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything, Fancy.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn't.”
“Out with it, David.”
“I swear, I didn’t say anything.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re just hearing things.”
“And you’re clearly deflecting.”
“Come on, let’s just drop it.”
“Dave, I could’ve sworn I’ve just heard you say you lo--”
“Shit, I’ve gotta go.”
“Dave...”
“I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?"
“Wait--”
Click.
3. LIGHT (196 words)
A delighted, girlish squeal sounded in the living room of the Evans household as Dave winced and spat out another mouthful of glitter.
Sam had promised him Stacy wouldn’t be a handful to babysit. But he must’ve left out the fact that she had watched ‘Tangled’ literally a hundred times and was much too eager to start working on making paper lanterns. Dave knew he was doomed the moment the little girl whipped out her art materials, so sickeningly bright and colorful they would put rainbows to shame.
He had hardly finished clearing his face of glitter when there was a sudden weight on his lap.
“Dave, sing it again!”
“Sing what, Stace?”
“You know. The song from the movie.”
Dave put on his award-winning clueless expression.
“Da-a-ave.”
A grin broke across his face. And suddenly, Stacy was off the ground, laughing uncontrollably as she was being spun around the living room. Feeling a little dizzy, she clung onto Dave’s neck, her giggles eventually softening. Dave felt so big and warm, so protective, she didn’t want to let go so soon.
“Just the chorus?”
She nodded, closing her eyes.
“And at last, I see the light...”
4. DARK (77 words)
It was a lot harder, especially at night. One time, Dave had accidentally hit his head on the doorframe as he tried to get his sweatpants. Sure, it was easier to pick out his clothes by day, but his eyes would remain downcast as he did so.
Still, Dave adamantly refused to turn on the light in his walk-in closet.
Not while the overhead beam, bearing the slight imprint of a belt buckle, still loomed above him.
5. SEEKING SOLACE (100 words)
“What’ll it be?”
Looking up at the bartender, Dave found himself unable to immediately respond.
“First time here?”
Dave had to nod at that one, smiling nervously. He looked down again, his face partly obscured by the cap he was wearing.
The appearance of a beer bottle on the countertop nearly startled him.
“It’s on the house. Take it easy.”
And with a friendly nod, the bartender walked away.
Hesitantly, Dave took a sip of his beer.
For the first time that night, he didn’t feel the need to look over his shoulder all the time.
This place was alright.
6. BREAK AWAY (200 words)
Dave had his eyes closed and his earphones plugged. What’s more, he was humming and actually tapping his foot to the song. Kurt couldn’t take it anymore.
“What are you listening to?”
But Dave couldn’t hear him.
Groaning, Kurt crawled across the bed and yanked the earphones off by the wire.
“Hey!”
A grin, almost a giggle, broke across Kurt’s face as he listened closely to one bud.
“Kelly Clarkson? Really?”
“Hey, she’s pretty awesome.”
“Please tell me you didn’t get this song because of that one time we watched ‘The Princess Diaries 2’ together.”
Dave blushed. That earned him a gasp and a slap on the shoulder.
“I really like the song, okay?!”
“You...” Kurt tried to say between giggles. “Oh, my God...”
Dave stiffened and eventually relaxed in Kurt’s embrace. When Kurt could breathe again, he whispered into Dave’s ear.
“You’re so adorable.”
Finally breaking into a smile, Dave proceeded to pin Kurt to the mattress. His breath tickled Kurt’s neck.
“Look who’s talking.”
His humming made Kurt tremble, but none more so than the way Dave’s fingers slowly undid the buttons of his cardigan.
“I’ll make a wish, take a chance, make a change and break away...”
7. HEAVEN (190 words)
That was fast.
He didn’t see any Pearly Gates or St. Peter. Just a vast expanse of blank whiteness and a quiet figure in front of him.
“Am I dead?”
The figure shrugged.
“Depends.”
The plan must have worked, then. Dave was on the verge of feeling like he was in a dream.
“In that case, shouldn’t I be like...in Hell?”
The figure looked amused.
“You tell me.”
He took a step forward, and Dave could’ve sworn those aquamarine eyes reminded him of someone...
“You should go back.”
“What?”
“You’re clearly not ready for this. Go back.”
Another step forward, and Dave could see the figure smile. A very sad smile. His voice was high and melodic when he spoke.
Is he an angel?
“Go.”
Dave bowed his head, a slight look of guilt on his face.
“But I’m...”
“Don’t listen to them. You get to come in, too.”
His head snapped up. He was met with that sad, watery gaze.
“Just not yet.”
The next thing he knew, Dave was on his bedroom floor. He was struggling to breathe while feeling his father’s tears of relief on his forehead.
8. INNOCENCE (96 words)
Paul sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Outside the kitchen, his wife was getting hysterical. This was for her sister’s wedding, after all, and she had sworn everything would go perfectly.
The huge mess of ruined wedding cake all over the kitchen floor showed otherwise.
In the middle of the mess, a small Dave sat, his little tux covered in white icing. He had tears in those huge eyes as he watched his father. And in his hands, he held the cake topper.
“I just wanted to see the little people on the cake...”
9. DRIVE (70 words)
“Seatbelts?”
“Check.”
“Ignition?”
“Check.”
“Okay. Start the car.”
“The hell- How come I can’t move?”
“Because the brakes are still on, David.”
“Oh. Right.”
“That’s it. Now, ease out of the lot slowly...”
“Slowly, got it...”
“...Dave, it’s not in reverse.”
“What?”
“I said- Dave, Dave, watch out!”
“Whoa!’
Crash.
“Holy...shit...”
“Well...that’s going to leave a mark.”
“Sorry, Dad.”
“I think we really need to get you driving lessons, son.”
10. BREATHE AGAIN (71 words)
That song had really taken the wind out of him.
When Dave felt like he could breathe again, he opened his eyes.
A stunned pause.
Then, finally, the choir room was filled with applause as everyone got on their feet.
Two congratulatory pats on the shoulder from Mr. Schue urged him to take his seat.
Shortly after, Finn nudged his shoulder, as if to say, “Well done.”
Dave couldn’t stop smiling.
MEMORY (97 words)
“Can you tell me what year it is, David?”
“2012.”
Despite the bandages and the merciless, throbbing pain in his head, Dave seemed perfectly fine. He passed the test and it didn’t look like he was at any risk of memory loss. He could remember everything, from his early childhood to the time of the accident.
All save one thing.
“Thanks, doc.”
The young man in front of him froze.
“David, I’m not the doctor...”
He looked up, confused, at the man who had asked him all those questions.
“It’s me. Kurt.”
Dave furrowed his brow.
“Who?”
12. INSANITY (98 words)
Kurt was out of his room, frantic, before anyone could protest. Burt was on his feet as soon as he’d seen his son rush down the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to see him.”
“Who?”
“Dave. I need Dave.”
Carole was by Burt’s side, trying not to cry. Finn was behind Kurt, incredibly cautious.
“Kurt...”
It didn’t matter how many times Finn had said it, how many more times he had to say it. He just had to. For their sake.
Finn laid a hand on Kurt’s shoulder.
“Dave’s gone, Kurt. He killed himself last February.”
13. MISFORTUNE (189 words)
Dave looked at the tarot cards in front of him a little too seriously. Tina found it adorable.
They had started bonding right after the championship game, when Dave thought Tina’s runaway move on the football field was “kind of badass” while she thought his dance moves during half-time were “spot-on”.
“I haven’t even read them yet, Dave.”
Tina suppressed a giggle as she flipped over the first card. The secret behind it seemed simple enough.
“You love someone.”
Dave blushed before nodding hesitantly.
“You’ve loved them for a while now. You should think about letting them know about your feelings.”
She flipped the next one.
“You’re keeping a secret. You’re really scared of people knowing about it.”
At that, Dave hunched his shoulders, as if ashamed. But Tina’s warm smile remained.
“What is it with you and repression? You need to open up, Dave...”
She flipped the last one.
Her smile disappeared.
Dave felt uneasy. “What is it?”
Tina looked up at him, worry flooding her mind. Her only hope is that he couldn’t read the Latin word on the bottom of the card that translated to “Death”.
14. SMILE (130 words)
“Smile, sweetie! Look at the camera!”
But little Liz Hummel-Karofsky continued to sulk on the couch.
Kurt sighed, this close to giving up.
“I can’t seem to make her smile, no matter what I do.”
As Kurt adjusted the settings of the camera, Dave casually raised two fingers behind his husband’s head, creating the effect of two wiggly bunny ears.
Suddenly, Liz was grinning, even giggling hard.
Kurt snapped up, eyes brightening.
“That’s it, Lizzie! Keep smiling!”
Snap.
Dave put down his hand and peeked at the photo. Liz looked absolutely beautiful. She had her plush rabbit in one hand and two fingers up in the other. He blanched.
“...You did the bunny ears again, didn’t you?”
From where he was standing, Dave was glad he couldn’t see Kurt’s face.
15. SILENCE (92 words)
“Shhh, shhh...”
Dave had a hand on Kurt’s mouth, while the other boy was trembling between his weight and the brick wall that obscured the both of them from plain sight. He didn’t dare peek. He just waited until the sounds of smashing bottles and drunken homophobic profanities finally died down. When they finally did, he sagged against the smaller boy, who was now clinging onto him tightly, his sobs muffled by the front of Dave’s shirt.
Kurt was the first one to break the silence.
“Oh, my God... Oh, my God...”
16. QUESTIONING (100 words)
Dave had yet to know what true suffering was.
Initially, he had thought it meant breaking a limb or two during football season, or flunking a Calculus test, or even the hurt look on Kurt’s face when he’d say something thoughtless to offend him.
He was wrong.
“So you were his secret admirer?”
“When exactly did you two hook up?”
“Did you kiss him?”
“What bases have you two reached?”
“Do you hold his hand when you walk him to class?”
The circle of Glee club girls grew tighter and tighter around him.
This was gonna be a long day.
17. BLOOD (80 words)
He didn’t really like the idea of cutting himself. Of blood. Of the mess. Of the smell. So he knew he had to think twice before picking up those shards of his recently-broken CD case.
Pills? Too slow.
A gun? He didn’t own one.
Falling off the roof? It would catch too much attention.
Then suddenly, an idea came into mind. Something not-too-tedious and quite poignant. Simple.
Looking at his closet, Dave wondered if he had any spare belts around...
18. RAINBOW (182 words)
“...”
“...”
“...That’s you.”
“Yes.”
“That’s really you.”
“It is.”
“On a unicorn.”
“Mhm.”
“And...the unicorn...”
“Is farting rainbows. Yes.”
“...”
“I’m... I’m sorry, David, are you actually laughing right now?”
“...”
“This isn’t funny!”
“Yes, it is, dude. Ohhhfuck, Pierce is a genius...”
“This is my senior class presidential campaign we’re talking about!”
“You think I dunno that?”
“I’m taking down all the posters first thing tomorrow.”
“Nope. Can’t let you do that.”
“And why not?!”
“Because...”
“I’m serious, Dave. Stop laughing.”
“Well, even if you do take them down, I will parade my ass over to your school...”
“...No.”
“...wearing pin-striped rainbow pants...”
“You wouldn't.”
“...and a unicorn horn.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Two.”
“Right.”
“One on my head...”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“And one on my--”
“Okay! I get it!”
“Ha. You’re adorable.”
“But seriously, you’re not really keen on doing all that, are you?”
“Psh. No.”
“You’ve just saved me a lifetime of trauma.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Now, are you going to help me or not?”
“Right, right. Serious business.”
“Thank you.”
“...”
“...”
“...He was farting rainbows...”
“Shut up.”
19. GRAY (189 words)
Paul was silent. He was on a chair before Dave’s hospital bed, head bowed and hands clasped, and he was silent. And Dave didn’t like it.
“Dad...say something.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it in the first place. Maybe he could’ve just lied about it and said that this whole thing happened because he just felt depressed about transferring or something related to that...
“Okay.”
Dave looked up, confused.
Okay?
“...What?”
“I said okay.”
This time, Paul had his eyes on Dave.
“This doesn’t change anything, though.”
He looked a bit nervous as he spoke.
“Sure, your mom might not be too happy about this... But it doesn’t matter.”
Dave blinked hard. Is this really happening?
“You’re still my son. And I still love you.”
His voice was small, weak, but Dave struggled to give a response.
“Thanks...”
And just like that, a huge weight was off his chest.
In a moment, Paul was off the chair, pulling his son into a tight embrace.
“Just... Don’t scare me like that again, do you understand?”
“...’Kay.”
“You could’ve given me gray hair.”
“But...you have gray hair.”
“That’s beside the point.”
19. GRAY [2] (18 words)
20. FORTITUDE (170 words)
“Almost done...”
Five-year-old Dave sat on the hot ground of the preschool playground, sniffing back the remainder of his tears. He watched as a small boy with pretty eyes applied a Barbie Band-aid on his arm.
“There!”
The little boy’s smile was beautiful. It reminded Dave of angels.
“Thanks.”
The boy scooted closer to Dave, and suddenly, he felt a bit shy.
“You’re really brave. For fighting those mean kids off.”
Another smile and Dave was sure his face was feeling hot.
“I like you. Can we be friends?”
Dave gave him a shy, slightly crooked smile.
“Okay.”
Suddenly, the boy was reaching into his bag. He brought out a paper badge with something written on it.
“Here.”
Before Dave could protest, the badge was in his stubby little hands.
“What’s this?”
“I made it. My teacher said it means something like bravery. You can have it.”
Dave looked down at the badge, with the word ‘fortitood’ written on it in crayon, and he swore he couldn’t feel any braver.
21. VACATION (200 words)
Proposals. Flyers. Slogans. Pins. Freaking pins.
This wasn’t exactly the summer vacation Dave had in mind.
But he wasn’t keen on regretting his decision to help Kurt out with PFLAG. In fact, this felt...kind of nice. Being in Kurt’s room, making an effort to be productive in something they both believed in.
Being in Kurt’s room.
Being with Kurt.
To say the thought gave Dave some palpitations would be an understatement.
“...You okay?”
Dave had just noticed that his scissors had only glided halfway through the bright construction paper. He was too busy staring at Kurt.
“Y-Yeah. Sorry. Kinda blanked out for a second.”
He went back to work, not noticing Kurt’s thoughtful look. Then suddenly, Dave heard the rustling of paper and a chair scraping the floor.
“We’re done for today.”
“...What? Dude, I wasn’t implying that this is boring or anything--”
“No exceptions, David. Get up. We’re heading out.”
Kurt’s grin somehow made him feel lighter and more uneasy at the same time. He got up.
“Okay. Where are we going?”
His letterman jacket was suddenly thrust into his hands. He looked up, and Kurt winked.
“It wouldn’t be summer vacation without some ice cream, would it?”
22. MOTHER NATURE (192 words)
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
His mom wasn’t supposed to come barging into the house when she had previously made it clear she couldn’t stand being in the same space as her disappointment-of-a-son.
There wasn’t supposed to be another argument between his parents going on downstairs.
All of this wasn’t supposed to happen when Kurt had decided to pay him a visit.
“--making out in my kitchen--”
“--freedom to do whatever the hell they want under my roof--”
“--hear yourself right now?! David is--”
“--recovered from a suicide attempt and you have the gall to--”
“--don’t understand how you can’t see that he’s a freak!”
Dave couldn’t determine which was more humiliating. The ongoing argument or the fact that he couldn’t stop crying in front of his boyfriend.
But Kurt continued to hold him, continued to shush him gently and stroke his hair. It took him a while to realize that he was shaking, too.
“Don’t listen to her...”
Crash.
“You’re not a freak of nature, do you understand me?”
Slam.
“You’re perfect, David. You are. Nothing will ever change that...”
23. CAT (197 words)
It was a big, fluffy Blue Persian. And it was the ugliest, scariest cat Dave had ever seen.
Yet there it sat on his boyfriend’s lap, purring away as those slender fingers petted its chin.
“Isn’t he adorable? Carole picked him out.”
“Yeah. Cute. I never figured you for the cat type.”
“Well, you learn something new everyday.”
Suddenly, that furry, scrunched up face was inches away from Dave’s as Kurt lifted it to him.
“Say hello.”
Both Dave and the feline exchanged sour looks.
“Can you watch him for a second, Dave? I need to head downstairs and answer the door.”
“What--?”
Kurt placed the cat on his bed and exited his bedroom without another word.
The glare shared between Dave and the grey furball resting on his boyfriend’s bed was near fatal.
Minutes later, Kurt found the latter perched proudly atop the miserable former, who was lying facedown on the bed with an exhausted groan. There were faint traces of scratches on his jacket sleeves.
“...Do I need to know?”
“Just get him off me. Please. He’s heavier than he looks.”
Above him, the mischievous animal simply licked its paw. A job well done.
24. NO TIME (176 words)
“...Where the fuck is he?”
It had taken him a delayed flight and countless of cab rides, but he was finally in Times Square, New York.
And the ball was ready to be dropped at any second.
So he started running through the crowds, already out of breath.
Five freaking years of nothing but texts, emails and conversations on Skype since graduation. He was not about to mess this up for the both of them.
And...shit, is that the countdown?!
[10...9...]
He had never run so fast in his life.
[8...7...6...]
No chestnut-brown hair. No ocean-colored eyes in the crowd. Nothing.
[5...4...]
“Kurt! Kurt!”
[3...]
“God fucking dammit...”
[2...]
It was over. He couldn’t find him.
[1...]
Suddenly, a hand was on his shoulder, and he was being wheeled around quickly.
One glance.
One long-overdue kiss.
If Dave wasn’t out of breath then, he certainly was now.
Those blue eyes, now so close to his own, so real, had always had that sort of effect on him.
And so did that voice.
“Happy New Year, David.”
25. TROUBLE LURKING (200 words)
For all the countless times he’d been so excessively paranoid, Dave couldn’t fathom why karma (because really, what else could he call it?) would always come and bite him in the ass during the most unexpected of times. It was like he already had trouble riding on his back, and in his mind’s eye, it taunted at him endlessly before picking the right time to sink its teeth into his shoulder.
This time, it came in the form of a speeding Chevrolet SUV, which had suddenly rounded the corner of the street, and Dave just had to be chivalrous (and stupid) enough to push that wheel-chaired, bespectacled dork from Glee club out of the way.
The next day, Dave sported a splint on his right arm and a wounded spirit, broken beyond repair. He was never going to convince Beiste to play in this weekend’s game, let alone do his own homework. Fucking homework...
“Oh. Hey.”
The expression on Artie’s face was unreadable, which made him feel nervous. But eventually, a bit of warmth broke through.
“I should thank you. For yesterday.”
“It’s...yeah. It was nothing.”
Staring at the splint, Artie looked far from convinced that it was just ‘nothing’.
26. TEARS (152 words)
The first time he had ever cried as a child, it was over a petty matter.
He was teased for being the biggest and most mean-looking in his class. That was eventually resolved (or worsened, rather) when he had used his fists to prove his classmates right. He saved the tears for the car ride home, after his teacher had called his parents.
He knew that this time was no different.
It wasn’t about physical appearance this time, but it nevertheless entailed the usual. Peer pressure. Disillusionment on both sides. Expectations he would never meet.
Funny how people around him would never assume that he’s a constant crier, when it’s quite the opposite after he’s found himself alone. Or almost completely so.
Hence, it didn’t matter how much tears he’d let spill in this moment. Because as he found himself climbing upon that chair, he knew it would be his last time.
27. FOREIGN (199 words)
“Repeat after me. Je vais passer ma classe de français.”
“Je...wait, shit...je vais passé--”
“L’infinitif, David.”
“Sorry. Je vais passer ma...what was it?”
“Classe de français.”
“...classe de français.”
“Good. Now translate.”
“...What?”
Kurt was this close to hitting his own head with his notes.
“Maybe we should take a break.”
“Sorry."
Kurt’s smile was sincere, albeit tired.
“I know you can do this. Si vous pouvez parler en russe, vous pouvez parler français aussi.”
“Uh...”
“I said if you could speak Russian, you could speak French, too.”
Dave never told anyone that.
“How did you...?”
“Yesterday. By your locker. You were talking to someone over the phone.”
“Oh. Yeah, my little sister couldn’t stop crying, so Dad had to get her on the phone with me. Sometimes, I’m the only one who could calm her down.”
Kurt’s smile mirrored Dave’s.
“That’s really sweet.”
“Thanks.”
Kurt turned back to his notes, scribbling some nonsense. Dave was momentarily captivated by how peaceful he looked, by that borderline-angelic profile. Though Kurt’s eyes were downcast, he couldn’t help but admire those long lashes; Dave was so close to him, he could almost count each one...
“...Krasivaya.”
“What was that, David?”
“Nothing.”
28. (GRIEF AND) SORROW (196 words)
“What’re you doing?”
“Browsing through your songs.”
Dave climbed onto his own bed, next to Kurt.
“So you came over just to raid my iPod? Classy.”
“You’d do the same thing if it were mine.”
“Not really. All I’d find in yours are showtunes and shit.”
Kurt had to roll his eyes at Dave’s presumptuous tone. A title on the tiny screen suddenly caught his eye, his thumb pausing on the click wheel.
“What’s this?”
Dave’s smile fell.
“S’nothing.”
Kurt donned his boyfriend’s earphones and pressed ‘play’.
“Kurt, it’s just some dumb track from an anime I used to watch--”
“Shhh...”
[Click to play.]
Dave watched nervously as Kurt removed the earbuds without looking at him. His face was unreadable.
“It’s beautiful...”
“Yeah?”
“...and sad.”
Kurt turned to look at him this time.
“How long have you had this?”
It took Dave almost forever to reply.
“Since, uhm...”
Kurt didn’t need to hear the rest of it. He put the iPod to one side and crawled across the bed to enclose Dave into a tight hug. Somehow, those deep, soothing whispers of “it’s okay” and “it’s just a song, Kurt” would never be enough to convince him otherwise.
29. HAPPINESS (197 words)
“It’s weird.”
“What is, babe?”
Kurt curled closer to Dave’s naked chest.
“Do you remember what I told you ten years ago? When you were on that hospital bed?”
“Ten years ago... Yeah, I remember.”
Kurt let out a content sigh. He slipped his hand into Dave’s casually.
“It felt a lot like this, didn’t it?”
His grip on Dave’s hand was tight. Dave squeezed back.
“I guess it did.”
Closing his eyes, Kurt placed a kiss on Dave’s collarbone.
“Well, we didn’t exactly get the sports agent part down...”
“Mhm...”
Another kiss on the side of his neck.
“And we still have to wait for that call from the adoption agency...”
“Right...”
And another on the underside of his jaw.
Before Kurt could kiss the side of his mouth, however, he spotted the grin on Dave’s face.
“And in my fantasy, you had a mustache.”
Kurt grimaced.
“I had facial hair?”
Dave’s chuckle was hearty and sincere. He leaned down and closed the distance between their lips.
“You want me to say it?”
Kurt nodded, his voice a whisper.
“Say it.”
He said it against the tender skin of Kurt’s neck.
“I’m so happy right now.”
30. UNDER THE RAIN (200 words)
“Yo. Donkey Kong.”
In his wet, miserable state, Dave looked up to see Santana in the parking lot, perfectly dry under her umbrella. When he didn’t move, she gave him that trademark glower of hers.
“Well? Are you getting in or not?”
Dave hesitated, but eventually decided that it wouldn’t hurt. Though they weren’t particularly close, she was his beard, and he was hers, so it wouldn’t look weird. Padding through the sopping rain, he joined her. They began their walk home.
“S’kinda funny.”
“He speaks. And what is?”
“This is usually the part where the couple get soaked in the rain and share a cheesy-ass kiss.”
Santana grimaced significantly, which made Dave laugh.
“I’m not pulling that shit with you, Karofsky.”
“Ditto.”
“And we’re not even--”
“I’m aware.”
Santana fought hard not to grin, so instead, she nudged Dave’s shoulder playfully, hoping he wouldn’t see her face.
“But just so you know, meathead, if I was straight, I’d totally tap that ass of yours.”
Dave looked mock-amused.
“Thanks...?”
“Whatever.”
“Not sure if I’d tap yours, though.”
“Why not?”
“There isn’t much to tap.”
“Shut up!”
Dave couldn’t stop laughing, even after Santana cooled down enough to join in.
A/N: That's all I've got so far! :3 Reviews are very much appreciated. <3 Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go watch 'Saturday Night Glee-ver' now...* u *
Rating: K+ to R
Pairings: Kurtofsky
Warnings: Spoilers until 3x14. Mentions of suicide/suicide attempts. Sickeningly huge amounts of fluff. And the same goes for angst. Poor usage of onomatopoeia. Some Baby!Dave. Glitter. Kelly Clarkson. And a cat.
Word Count: Up to 100-200 words per fill. ~4000+ total.
Summary: 30 drabble/double drabble fills for the KL 100 Theme Challenge (the first 30 themes, to be exact).
A/N: I admit I'm not new to fic-writing, but I very rarely post online. Case in point: It took me over 30 minutes just to do the header. >.<" Anyway, I wrote these in the span of a week, and I have yet to decide if I'm going to fill all the themes or not. That was my initial goal, anyway. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy these in the meantime! :">
1. INTRODUCTION (95 words)
“Hi. My name’s Dave Karofsky and I’m your new teammate.”
Not all introductions make good impressions. This, Nick was fully aware of.
It was unsettling enough that their coach in Thurston High had decided to make accommodations for this newcomer. But something about said newcomer was a bit...strange.
Shifty eyes. A tad restless. Doesn’t like to be touched. Not even for a welcome handshake.
As if he was trying to hide something.
He watched as the new arrival took his seat on a nearby bench.
Yeah. He’s definitely keeping an eye out for this one.
2. LOVE (68 words)
“...What?”
“What?”
“What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything, Fancy.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn't.”
“Out with it, David.”
“I swear, I didn’t say anything.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re just hearing things.”
“And you’re clearly deflecting.”
“Come on, let’s just drop it.”
“Dave, I could’ve sworn I’ve just heard you say you lo--”
“Shit, I’ve gotta go.”
“Dave...”
“I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?"
“Wait--”
Click.
3. LIGHT (196 words)
A delighted, girlish squeal sounded in the living room of the Evans household as Dave winced and spat out another mouthful of glitter.
Sam had promised him Stacy wouldn’t be a handful to babysit. But he must’ve left out the fact that she had watched ‘Tangled’ literally a hundred times and was much too eager to start working on making paper lanterns. Dave knew he was doomed the moment the little girl whipped out her art materials, so sickeningly bright and colorful they would put rainbows to shame.
He had hardly finished clearing his face of glitter when there was a sudden weight on his lap.
“Dave, sing it again!”
“Sing what, Stace?”
“You know. The song from the movie.”
Dave put on his award-winning clueless expression.
“Da-a-ave.”
A grin broke across his face. And suddenly, Stacy was off the ground, laughing uncontrollably as she was being spun around the living room. Feeling a little dizzy, she clung onto Dave’s neck, her giggles eventually softening. Dave felt so big and warm, so protective, she didn’t want to let go so soon.
“Just the chorus?”
She nodded, closing her eyes.
“And at last, I see the light...”
4. DARK (77 words)
It was a lot harder, especially at night. One time, Dave had accidentally hit his head on the doorframe as he tried to get his sweatpants. Sure, it was easier to pick out his clothes by day, but his eyes would remain downcast as he did so.
Still, Dave adamantly refused to turn on the light in his walk-in closet.
Not while the overhead beam, bearing the slight imprint of a belt buckle, still loomed above him.
5. SEEKING SOLACE (100 words)
“What’ll it be?”
Looking up at the bartender, Dave found himself unable to immediately respond.
“First time here?”
Dave had to nod at that one, smiling nervously. He looked down again, his face partly obscured by the cap he was wearing.
The appearance of a beer bottle on the countertop nearly startled him.
“It’s on the house. Take it easy.”
And with a friendly nod, the bartender walked away.
Hesitantly, Dave took a sip of his beer.
For the first time that night, he didn’t feel the need to look over his shoulder all the time.
This place was alright.
6. BREAK AWAY (200 words)
Dave had his eyes closed and his earphones plugged. What’s more, he was humming and actually tapping his foot to the song. Kurt couldn’t take it anymore.
“What are you listening to?”
But Dave couldn’t hear him.
Groaning, Kurt crawled across the bed and yanked the earphones off by the wire.
“Hey!”
A grin, almost a giggle, broke across Kurt’s face as he listened closely to one bud.
“Kelly Clarkson? Really?”
“Hey, she’s pretty awesome.”
“Please tell me you didn’t get this song because of that one time we watched ‘The Princess Diaries 2’ together.”
Dave blushed. That earned him a gasp and a slap on the shoulder.
“I really like the song, okay?!”
“You...” Kurt tried to say between giggles. “Oh, my God...”
Dave stiffened and eventually relaxed in Kurt’s embrace. When Kurt could breathe again, he whispered into Dave’s ear.
“You’re so adorable.”
Finally breaking into a smile, Dave proceeded to pin Kurt to the mattress. His breath tickled Kurt’s neck.
“Look who’s talking.”
His humming made Kurt tremble, but none more so than the way Dave’s fingers slowly undid the buttons of his cardigan.
“I’ll make a wish, take a chance, make a change and break away...”
7. HEAVEN (190 words)
That was fast.
He didn’t see any Pearly Gates or St. Peter. Just a vast expanse of blank whiteness and a quiet figure in front of him.
“Am I dead?”
The figure shrugged.
“Depends.”
The plan must have worked, then. Dave was on the verge of feeling like he was in a dream.
“In that case, shouldn’t I be like...in Hell?”
The figure looked amused.
“You tell me.”
He took a step forward, and Dave could’ve sworn those aquamarine eyes reminded him of someone...
“You should go back.”
“What?”
“You’re clearly not ready for this. Go back.”
Another step forward, and Dave could see the figure smile. A very sad smile. His voice was high and melodic when he spoke.
Is he an angel?
“Go.”
Dave bowed his head, a slight look of guilt on his face.
“But I’m...”
“Don’t listen to them. You get to come in, too.”
His head snapped up. He was met with that sad, watery gaze.
“Just not yet.”
The next thing he knew, Dave was on his bedroom floor. He was struggling to breathe while feeling his father’s tears of relief on his forehead.
8. INNOCENCE (96 words)
Paul sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Outside the kitchen, his wife was getting hysterical. This was for her sister’s wedding, after all, and she had sworn everything would go perfectly.
The huge mess of ruined wedding cake all over the kitchen floor showed otherwise.
In the middle of the mess, a small Dave sat, his little tux covered in white icing. He had tears in those huge eyes as he watched his father. And in his hands, he held the cake topper.
“I just wanted to see the little people on the cake...”
9. DRIVE (70 words)
“Seatbelts?”
“Check.”
“Ignition?”
“Check.”
“Okay. Start the car.”
“The hell- How come I can’t move?”
“Because the brakes are still on, David.”
“Oh. Right.”
“That’s it. Now, ease out of the lot slowly...”
“Slowly, got it...”
“...Dave, it’s not in reverse.”
“What?”
“I said- Dave, Dave, watch out!”
“Whoa!’
Crash.
“Holy...shit...”
“Well...that’s going to leave a mark.”
“Sorry, Dad.”
“I think we really need to get you driving lessons, son.”
10. BREATHE AGAIN (71 words)
That song had really taken the wind out of him.
When Dave felt like he could breathe again, he opened his eyes.
A stunned pause.
Then, finally, the choir room was filled with applause as everyone got on their feet.
Two congratulatory pats on the shoulder from Mr. Schue urged him to take his seat.
Shortly after, Finn nudged his shoulder, as if to say, “Well done.”
Dave couldn’t stop smiling.
MEMORY (97 words)
“Can you tell me what year it is, David?”
“2012.”
Despite the bandages and the merciless, throbbing pain in his head, Dave seemed perfectly fine. He passed the test and it didn’t look like he was at any risk of memory loss. He could remember everything, from his early childhood to the time of the accident.
All save one thing.
“Thanks, doc.”
The young man in front of him froze.
“David, I’m not the doctor...”
He looked up, confused, at the man who had asked him all those questions.
“It’s me. Kurt.”
Dave furrowed his brow.
“Who?”
12. INSANITY (98 words)
Kurt was out of his room, frantic, before anyone could protest. Burt was on his feet as soon as he’d seen his son rush down the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to see him.”
“Who?”
“Dave. I need Dave.”
Carole was by Burt’s side, trying not to cry. Finn was behind Kurt, incredibly cautious.
“Kurt...”
It didn’t matter how many times Finn had said it, how many more times he had to say it. He just had to. For their sake.
Finn laid a hand on Kurt’s shoulder.
“Dave’s gone, Kurt. He killed himself last February.”
13. MISFORTUNE (189 words)
Dave looked at the tarot cards in front of him a little too seriously. Tina found it adorable.
They had started bonding right after the championship game, when Dave thought Tina’s runaway move on the football field was “kind of badass” while she thought his dance moves during half-time were “spot-on”.
“I haven’t even read them yet, Dave.”
Tina suppressed a giggle as she flipped over the first card. The secret behind it seemed simple enough.
“You love someone.”
Dave blushed before nodding hesitantly.
“You’ve loved them for a while now. You should think about letting them know about your feelings.”
She flipped the next one.
“You’re keeping a secret. You’re really scared of people knowing about it.”
At that, Dave hunched his shoulders, as if ashamed. But Tina’s warm smile remained.
“What is it with you and repression? You need to open up, Dave...”
She flipped the last one.
Her smile disappeared.
Dave felt uneasy. “What is it?”
Tina looked up at him, worry flooding her mind. Her only hope is that he couldn’t read the Latin word on the bottom of the card that translated to “Death”.
14. SMILE (130 words)
“Smile, sweetie! Look at the camera!”
But little Liz Hummel-Karofsky continued to sulk on the couch.
Kurt sighed, this close to giving up.
“I can’t seem to make her smile, no matter what I do.”
As Kurt adjusted the settings of the camera, Dave casually raised two fingers behind his husband’s head, creating the effect of two wiggly bunny ears.
Suddenly, Liz was grinning, even giggling hard.
Kurt snapped up, eyes brightening.
“That’s it, Lizzie! Keep smiling!”
Snap.
Dave put down his hand and peeked at the photo. Liz looked absolutely beautiful. She had her plush rabbit in one hand and two fingers up in the other. He blanched.
“...You did the bunny ears again, didn’t you?”
From where he was standing, Dave was glad he couldn’t see Kurt’s face.
15. SILENCE (92 words)
“Shhh, shhh...”
Dave had a hand on Kurt’s mouth, while the other boy was trembling between his weight and the brick wall that obscured the both of them from plain sight. He didn’t dare peek. He just waited until the sounds of smashing bottles and drunken homophobic profanities finally died down. When they finally did, he sagged against the smaller boy, who was now clinging onto him tightly, his sobs muffled by the front of Dave’s shirt.
Kurt was the first one to break the silence.
“Oh, my God... Oh, my God...”
16. QUESTIONING (100 words)
Dave had yet to know what true suffering was.
Initially, he had thought it meant breaking a limb or two during football season, or flunking a Calculus test, or even the hurt look on Kurt’s face when he’d say something thoughtless to offend him.
He was wrong.
“So you were his secret admirer?”
“When exactly did you two hook up?”
“Did you kiss him?”
“What bases have you two reached?”
“Do you hold his hand when you walk him to class?”
The circle of Glee club girls grew tighter and tighter around him.
This was gonna be a long day.
17. BLOOD (80 words)
He didn’t really like the idea of cutting himself. Of blood. Of the mess. Of the smell. So he knew he had to think twice before picking up those shards of his recently-broken CD case.
Pills? Too slow.
A gun? He didn’t own one.
Falling off the roof? It would catch too much attention.
Then suddenly, an idea came into mind. Something not-too-tedious and quite poignant. Simple.
Looking at his closet, Dave wondered if he had any spare belts around...
18. RAINBOW (182 words)
“...”
“...”
“...That’s you.”
“Yes.”
“That’s really you.”
“It is.”
“On a unicorn.”
“Mhm.”
“And...the unicorn...”
“Is farting rainbows. Yes.”
“...”
“I’m... I’m sorry, David, are you actually laughing right now?”
“...”
“This isn’t funny!”
“Yes, it is, dude. Ohhhfuck, Pierce is a genius...”
“This is my senior class presidential campaign we’re talking about!”
“You think I dunno that?”
“I’m taking down all the posters first thing tomorrow.”
“Nope. Can’t let you do that.”
“And why not?!”
“Because...”
“I’m serious, Dave. Stop laughing.”
“Well, even if you do take them down, I will parade my ass over to your school...”
“...No.”
“...wearing pin-striped rainbow pants...”
“You wouldn't.”
“...and a unicorn horn.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Two.”
“Right.”
“One on my head...”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“And one on my--”
“Okay! I get it!”
“Ha. You’re adorable.”
“But seriously, you’re not really keen on doing all that, are you?”
“Psh. No.”
“You’ve just saved me a lifetime of trauma.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Now, are you going to help me or not?”
“Right, right. Serious business.”
“Thank you.”
“...”
“...”
“...He was farting rainbows...”
“Shut up.”
19. GRAY (189 words)
Paul was silent. He was on a chair before Dave’s hospital bed, head bowed and hands clasped, and he was silent. And Dave didn’t like it.
“Dad...say something.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it in the first place. Maybe he could’ve just lied about it and said that this whole thing happened because he just felt depressed about transferring or something related to that...
“Okay.”
Dave looked up, confused.
Okay?
“...What?”
“I said okay.”
This time, Paul had his eyes on Dave.
“This doesn’t change anything, though.”
He looked a bit nervous as he spoke.
“Sure, your mom might not be too happy about this... But it doesn’t matter.”
Dave blinked hard. Is this really happening?
“You’re still my son. And I still love you.”
His voice was small, weak, but Dave struggled to give a response.
“Thanks...”
And just like that, a huge weight was off his chest.
In a moment, Paul was off the chair, pulling his son into a tight embrace.
“Just... Don’t scare me like that again, do you understand?”
“...’Kay.”
“You could’ve given me gray hair.”
“But...you have gray hair.”
“That’s beside the point.”
19. GRAY [2] (18 words)
20. FORTITUDE (170 words)
“Almost done...”
Five-year-old Dave sat on the hot ground of the preschool playground, sniffing back the remainder of his tears. He watched as a small boy with pretty eyes applied a Barbie Band-aid on his arm.
“There!”
The little boy’s smile was beautiful. It reminded Dave of angels.
“Thanks.”
The boy scooted closer to Dave, and suddenly, he felt a bit shy.
“You’re really brave. For fighting those mean kids off.”
Another smile and Dave was sure his face was feeling hot.
“I like you. Can we be friends?”
Dave gave him a shy, slightly crooked smile.
“Okay.”
Suddenly, the boy was reaching into his bag. He brought out a paper badge with something written on it.
“Here.”
Before Dave could protest, the badge was in his stubby little hands.
“What’s this?”
“I made it. My teacher said it means something like bravery. You can have it.”
Dave looked down at the badge, with the word ‘fortitood’ written on it in crayon, and he swore he couldn’t feel any braver.
21. VACATION (200 words)
Proposals. Flyers. Slogans. Pins. Freaking pins.
This wasn’t exactly the summer vacation Dave had in mind.
But he wasn’t keen on regretting his decision to help Kurt out with PFLAG. In fact, this felt...kind of nice. Being in Kurt’s room, making an effort to be productive in something they both believed in.
Being in Kurt’s room.
Being with Kurt.
To say the thought gave Dave some palpitations would be an understatement.
“...You okay?”
Dave had just noticed that his scissors had only glided halfway through the bright construction paper. He was too busy staring at Kurt.
“Y-Yeah. Sorry. Kinda blanked out for a second.”
He went back to work, not noticing Kurt’s thoughtful look. Then suddenly, Dave heard the rustling of paper and a chair scraping the floor.
“We’re done for today.”
“...What? Dude, I wasn’t implying that this is boring or anything--”
“No exceptions, David. Get up. We’re heading out.”
Kurt’s grin somehow made him feel lighter and more uneasy at the same time. He got up.
“Okay. Where are we going?”
His letterman jacket was suddenly thrust into his hands. He looked up, and Kurt winked.
“It wouldn’t be summer vacation without some ice cream, would it?”
22. MOTHER NATURE (192 words)
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
His mom wasn’t supposed to come barging into the house when she had previously made it clear she couldn’t stand being in the same space as her disappointment-of-a-son.
There wasn’t supposed to be another argument between his parents going on downstairs.
All of this wasn’t supposed to happen when Kurt had decided to pay him a visit.
“--making out in my kitchen--”
“--freedom to do whatever the hell they want under my roof--”
“--hear yourself right now?! David is--”
“--recovered from a suicide attempt and you have the gall to--”
“--don’t understand how you can’t see that he’s a freak!”
Dave couldn’t determine which was more humiliating. The ongoing argument or the fact that he couldn’t stop crying in front of his boyfriend.
But Kurt continued to hold him, continued to shush him gently and stroke his hair. It took him a while to realize that he was shaking, too.
“Don’t listen to her...”
Crash.
“You’re not a freak of nature, do you understand me?”
Slam.
“You’re perfect, David. You are. Nothing will ever change that...”
23. CAT (197 words)
It was a big, fluffy Blue Persian. And it was the ugliest, scariest cat Dave had ever seen.
Yet there it sat on his boyfriend’s lap, purring away as those slender fingers petted its chin.
“Isn’t he adorable? Carole picked him out.”
“Yeah. Cute. I never figured you for the cat type.”
“Well, you learn something new everyday.”
Suddenly, that furry, scrunched up face was inches away from Dave’s as Kurt lifted it to him.
“Say hello.”
Both Dave and the feline exchanged sour looks.
“Can you watch him for a second, Dave? I need to head downstairs and answer the door.”
“What--?”
Kurt placed the cat on his bed and exited his bedroom without another word.
The glare shared between Dave and the grey furball resting on his boyfriend’s bed was near fatal.
Minutes later, Kurt found the latter perched proudly atop the miserable former, who was lying facedown on the bed with an exhausted groan. There were faint traces of scratches on his jacket sleeves.
“...Do I need to know?”
“Just get him off me. Please. He’s heavier than he looks.”
Above him, the mischievous animal simply licked its paw. A job well done.
24. NO TIME (176 words)
“...Where the fuck is he?”
It had taken him a delayed flight and countless of cab rides, but he was finally in Times Square, New York.
And the ball was ready to be dropped at any second.
So he started running through the crowds, already out of breath.
Five freaking years of nothing but texts, emails and conversations on Skype since graduation. He was not about to mess this up for the both of them.
And...shit, is that the countdown?!
[10...9...]
He had never run so fast in his life.
[8...7...6...]
No chestnut-brown hair. No ocean-colored eyes in the crowd. Nothing.
[5...4...]
“Kurt! Kurt!”
[3...]
“God fucking dammit...”
[2...]
It was over. He couldn’t find him.
[1...]
Suddenly, a hand was on his shoulder, and he was being wheeled around quickly.
One glance.
One long-overdue kiss.
If Dave wasn’t out of breath then, he certainly was now.
Those blue eyes, now so close to his own, so real, had always had that sort of effect on him.
And so did that voice.
“Happy New Year, David.”
25. TROUBLE LURKING (200 words)
For all the countless times he’d been so excessively paranoid, Dave couldn’t fathom why karma (because really, what else could he call it?) would always come and bite him in the ass during the most unexpected of times. It was like he already had trouble riding on his back, and in his mind’s eye, it taunted at him endlessly before picking the right time to sink its teeth into his shoulder.
This time, it came in the form of a speeding Chevrolet SUV, which had suddenly rounded the corner of the street, and Dave just had to be chivalrous (and stupid) enough to push that wheel-chaired, bespectacled dork from Glee club out of the way.
The next day, Dave sported a splint on his right arm and a wounded spirit, broken beyond repair. He was never going to convince Beiste to play in this weekend’s game, let alone do his own homework. Fucking homework...
“Oh. Hey.”
The expression on Artie’s face was unreadable, which made him feel nervous. But eventually, a bit of warmth broke through.
“I should thank you. For yesterday.”
“It’s...yeah. It was nothing.”
Staring at the splint, Artie looked far from convinced that it was just ‘nothing’.
26. TEARS (152 words)
The first time he had ever cried as a child, it was over a petty matter.
He was teased for being the biggest and most mean-looking in his class. That was eventually resolved (or worsened, rather) when he had used his fists to prove his classmates right. He saved the tears for the car ride home, after his teacher had called his parents.
He knew that this time was no different.
It wasn’t about physical appearance this time, but it nevertheless entailed the usual. Peer pressure. Disillusionment on both sides. Expectations he would never meet.
Funny how people around him would never assume that he’s a constant crier, when it’s quite the opposite after he’s found himself alone. Or almost completely so.
Hence, it didn’t matter how much tears he’d let spill in this moment. Because as he found himself climbing upon that chair, he knew it would be his last time.
27. FOREIGN (199 words)
“Repeat after me. Je vais passer ma classe de français.”
“Je...wait, shit...je vais passé--”
“L’infinitif, David.”
“Sorry. Je vais passer ma...what was it?”
“Classe de français.”
“...classe de français.”
“Good. Now translate.”
“...What?”
Kurt was this close to hitting his own head with his notes.
“Maybe we should take a break.”
“Sorry."
Kurt’s smile was sincere, albeit tired.
“I know you can do this. Si vous pouvez parler en russe, vous pouvez parler français aussi.”
“Uh...”
“I said if you could speak Russian, you could speak French, too.”
Dave never told anyone that.
“How did you...?”
“Yesterday. By your locker. You were talking to someone over the phone.”
“Oh. Yeah, my little sister couldn’t stop crying, so Dad had to get her on the phone with me. Sometimes, I’m the only one who could calm her down.”
Kurt’s smile mirrored Dave’s.
“That’s really sweet.”
“Thanks.”
Kurt turned back to his notes, scribbling some nonsense. Dave was momentarily captivated by how peaceful he looked, by that borderline-angelic profile. Though Kurt’s eyes were downcast, he couldn’t help but admire those long lashes; Dave was so close to him, he could almost count each one...
“...Krasivaya.”
“What was that, David?”
“Nothing.”
28. (GRIEF AND) SORROW (196 words)
“What’re you doing?”
“Browsing through your songs.”
Dave climbed onto his own bed, next to Kurt.
“So you came over just to raid my iPod? Classy.”
“You’d do the same thing if it were mine.”
“Not really. All I’d find in yours are showtunes and shit.”
Kurt had to roll his eyes at Dave’s presumptuous tone. A title on the tiny screen suddenly caught his eye, his thumb pausing on the click wheel.
“What’s this?”
Dave’s smile fell.
“S’nothing.”
Kurt donned his boyfriend’s earphones and pressed ‘play’.
“Kurt, it’s just some dumb track from an anime I used to watch--”
“Shhh...”
[Click to play.]
Dave watched nervously as Kurt removed the earbuds without looking at him. His face was unreadable.
“It’s beautiful...”
“Yeah?”
“...and sad.”
Kurt turned to look at him this time.
“How long have you had this?”
It took Dave almost forever to reply.
“Since, uhm...”
Kurt didn’t need to hear the rest of it. He put the iPod to one side and crawled across the bed to enclose Dave into a tight hug. Somehow, those deep, soothing whispers of “it’s okay” and “it’s just a song, Kurt” would never be enough to convince him otherwise.
29. HAPPINESS (197 words)
“It’s weird.”
“What is, babe?”
Kurt curled closer to Dave’s naked chest.
“Do you remember what I told you ten years ago? When you were on that hospital bed?”
“Ten years ago... Yeah, I remember.”
Kurt let out a content sigh. He slipped his hand into Dave’s casually.
“It felt a lot like this, didn’t it?”
His grip on Dave’s hand was tight. Dave squeezed back.
“I guess it did.”
Closing his eyes, Kurt placed a kiss on Dave’s collarbone.
“Well, we didn’t exactly get the sports agent part down...”
“Mhm...”
Another kiss on the side of his neck.
“And we still have to wait for that call from the adoption agency...”
“Right...”
And another on the underside of his jaw.
Before Kurt could kiss the side of his mouth, however, he spotted the grin on Dave’s face.
“And in my fantasy, you had a mustache.”
Kurt grimaced.
“I had facial hair?”
Dave’s chuckle was hearty and sincere. He leaned down and closed the distance between their lips.
“You want me to say it?”
Kurt nodded, his voice a whisper.
“Say it.”
He said it against the tender skin of Kurt’s neck.
“I’m so happy right now.”
30. UNDER THE RAIN (200 words)
“Yo. Donkey Kong.”
In his wet, miserable state, Dave looked up to see Santana in the parking lot, perfectly dry under her umbrella. When he didn’t move, she gave him that trademark glower of hers.
“Well? Are you getting in or not?”
Dave hesitated, but eventually decided that it wouldn’t hurt. Though they weren’t particularly close, she was his beard, and he was hers, so it wouldn’t look weird. Padding through the sopping rain, he joined her. They began their walk home.
“S’kinda funny.”
“He speaks. And what is?”
“This is usually the part where the couple get soaked in the rain and share a cheesy-ass kiss.”
Santana grimaced significantly, which made Dave laugh.
“I’m not pulling that shit with you, Karofsky.”
“Ditto.”
“And we’re not even--”
“I’m aware.”
Santana fought hard not to grin, so instead, she nudged Dave’s shoulder playfully, hoping he wouldn’t see her face.
“But just so you know, meathead, if I was straight, I’d totally tap that ass of yours.”
Dave looked mock-amused.
“Thanks...?”
“Whatever.”
“Not sure if I’d tap yours, though.”
“Why not?”
“There isn’t much to tap.”
“Shut up!”
Dave couldn’t stop laughing, even after Santana cooled down enough to join in.
A/N: That's all I've got so far! :3 Reviews are very much appreciated. <3 Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go watch 'Saturday Night Glee-ver' now...* u *