Heart Break Warfare- Prologue
Title: HeartBreak Warfare - Prologue
Author: Qualli
Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Rating: PG13
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Agst
Warning: Language, Violence
Spoilers: up to 2x06, splits from there into an AU
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit
Notes: Thanks to got2lovemel for the wonderful beta!
Summary: After a horrible accident, Kurt finds himself with an unlikely protector.
He didn't mean to kill him.
That's all Dave Karofsky could think as he stared down the flight of stairs. At the bottom, crumpled, unmoving was Kurt Hummel, blood slowly leaking out, haloing around his head.
Sure, he had threatened to, a lot. But he never really meant to kill him.
But Kurt had pushed him. Gotten in his face. Wouldn't step down. He was yelling about slushies. Mad, Dave guessed, that he had thrown a drink at Goth Chick again. He warned Kurt to back off.
And he was just so damn beautiful when he was angry.
So Dave did the only thing he could, he shoved the smaller boy, forgetting for one second, just one, that they were by the stairs.
Kurt had fallen. In slow motion, down and down and down, cracking and snapping, thudding and crying as he'd gone. Then a thump. Like the time Dave had hit a rabbit with his car, swerving in the other lane to catch it under his wheels. He had thought it was a rat.
Just a thump, then nothing. No screams or anything. Everyone just stopped, staring up at him, or down at Kurt.
It wasn't his fault.
Time sped up again, and there were teachers, two male cheerios holding his arms, like Dave would move to escape. Hudson was down there touching Kurt. Holding him. Puckerman was being held back, yelling at Dave and fighting against his fellow gleeks.
Hummel didn't move, and then he did. Huge jerks and tiny tremors, flailing around like he was being electrocuted. What little was left of Dave's numbed mind found the word 'seizure' and clung to it. Hudson couldn't hold on, and Kurt smacked his head back against the taller boy's face, hard enough that Hudson would have a hell of a shiner.
Finally, finally, Hummel stilled. Just in time for the paramedics to get his immobile limbs secured onto a stretcher and carry him away. There was a cop in front of him; Dave couldn't catch all the words. 'Why? What happened? Did you do this?' Dave could guess.
He shook his head, sagging out of the cheerio's grip to land on his ass, the cold tile seeping through his denim jeans and stared down the bloody stairs.
Squinting upward at the officer he frowned, trying to get his throat to work. Something like a sob came out, followed by words so softly mumbled that Dave himself wasn't sure he had spoken them.
"I didn't mean to kill him."