Fic: Revelations (7/?)
Title: Revelations - 7/?
Genre: Angst
Rating: R
Pairing: Dave/Puck friendship
Summary: Nobody knew Dave Karofsky's reasons for being so hateful, until it all came together.
Warnings: Mention of past rape.
Puck was tired. His mother had several freakouts over the twenty-four hour period that occurred since he told her about the rape. He had to admit that telling his mother was very stressful and may have added anxiety to the overall situation, but at the same time it also added an undeniable amount of comfort. He had someone who was holding onto him, making sure that he was okay and being there for him. He didn’t care if it was unmasculine or weak or whatever, it sure made him feel better to have his mom on his side. It was something that he desperately needed long before this moment and now it was his.
It had been hard to convince her to let him leave the house to go to school, honestly, but he still had a lot of things that he needed to do before his mom contacted their insurance company about therapists and shit. He had to take care of the other people around him first.
After school, he and Dave Karofsky went to visit Kurt Hummel and make things right on their end.
Kurt was very hesitant. He could see the fear in the boy’s eyes as he and Dave walked into the coffee shop. They had agreed that a public place was probably best, because Burt Hummel would commit murder if he saw Kurt’s bully walk into his house and Kurt couldn’t have that. Kurt gripped his coffee cup and smiled. “Hi,” he said tensely.
“I should probably let you guys talk,” Puck mumbled.
“No,” Kurt and Dave said at once, in a way that made him almost chuckle, despite how he was feeling.
“Okay, not leaving,” he said slipping into a seat on the side of the small table. Kurt and Dave took the two ends.
The long drawn out silence made him want to puke. He leaned back against the chair and shut his while the other boys made sounds and tried but failed to start talking. “I’m gonna go get a drink,” he said. “If you two dudes aren’t talking by the time I get back. I’m gonna start talking and I know that’s not going to be good.”
He went and ordered at the front counter, continuously eyeing the two boys to see if any progress was being made.
He saw talking. He knew leaving for a moment was a good idea.
He came back with two cups, one for himself and one for Dave if he wanted it. He set the other down next to the other boy, returning in the middle of a long rant.
“…and I know that I never realized how bad it could be, but now I know. Everyone is determined to make my life as miserable as possible and all because I got outed as gay and it’s stupid because being gay doesn’t make anyone different at all…”
He looked into his coffee cup, because this was all too personal for him to just be a part of.
“I really just wanted to come out but I was so scared Kurt, I - I saw gay people as this gigantic walking threat, which I knew, like on the surface, wasn’t right. I knew that gay dudes were just normal people and they weren’t like my uncle, messed up and shit but when everyone kept saying how horrible they were - I just got this feelin’ that they knew something I didn’t, that I was gonna lose my shit and do something horrible like he did and I did when I kissed you, I guess, didn’t I?”
Puck sunk low into his seat.
Kurt spoke up. “You’re not a rapist,” he said, firmly. That word really hurt and Puck practically inhaled the burning hot liquid inches from his face. “You’re not. The kiss hurt me, because it was my first kiss and yeah, you did take it against my will, which was the most horrible thing for me, but you have to stop seeing yourself as your uncle.”
“I’m just so sorry,” Dave mumbled, low, looking down at the table. “I didn’t want to be like him and I ended up being the closest I could be to him without actually…doing that. I just was so jealous of you, you know? You never were anything but proud. I understand that now. Pride is a good thing, especially when you got a lot to be proud of.”
“I accept your apology,” Kurt said. It was tense, but Puck had to look up out of his cup and smile at the way that Dave broke into a smile. For a kid that he had never once seen smiling, the dude had a pretty nice one. “I accept your apology and I am so glad that you came and talked to me.”
Dave looked at Puck and smiled again. “It wasn’t my doing.”
Kurt looked uncomfortable, but it seemed something was pressing on his brain, if his “hmms” and “unghs” indicated anything. “I…did what you witnessed really change you?” he asked, quietly. He seemed to know that the words were uncomfortable for everyone involved but he didn’t seem to be able to not say them.
Puck zoned out for a little, as Dave told Kurt earnestly the same things that he told Puck. He told Kurt about how witnessing the rape instantly warped his perception of gay people, just as he was preparing to come out to his family. He spoke about how enraged he felt and how he was trying his best to keep it under wraps. Puck just couldn’t hear this again.
He finished his coffee and walked over to the trash bin, where he threw the paper cup away. He sighed and took a deep breath. He had done well by Kurt and Dave but he had trouble just thinking about the moment his life had turned around and become this mass of undeniable suck.
“Puck,” Kurt said, calling him back over about fifteen minutes later. “You guys know that the pain you guys experienced really has bonded the two of you. I guess it’s also bonded me to you guys in that sort of weird way. You will get through this.”
Puck smiled. “Holding you up to that Hummel.”
He certainly hoped Kurt was right.
Genre: Angst
Rating: R
Pairing: Dave/Puck friendship
Summary: Nobody knew Dave Karofsky's reasons for being so hateful, until it all came together.
Warnings: Mention of past rape.
Puck was tired. His mother had several freakouts over the twenty-four hour period that occurred since he told her about the rape. He had to admit that telling his mother was very stressful and may have added anxiety to the overall situation, but at the same time it also added an undeniable amount of comfort. He had someone who was holding onto him, making sure that he was okay and being there for him. He didn’t care if it was unmasculine or weak or whatever, it sure made him feel better to have his mom on his side. It was something that he desperately needed long before this moment and now it was his.
It had been hard to convince her to let him leave the house to go to school, honestly, but he still had a lot of things that he needed to do before his mom contacted their insurance company about therapists and shit. He had to take care of the other people around him first.
After school, he and Dave Karofsky went to visit Kurt Hummel and make things right on their end.
Kurt was very hesitant. He could see the fear in the boy’s eyes as he and Dave walked into the coffee shop. They had agreed that a public place was probably best, because Burt Hummel would commit murder if he saw Kurt’s bully walk into his house and Kurt couldn’t have that. Kurt gripped his coffee cup and smiled. “Hi,” he said tensely.
“I should probably let you guys talk,” Puck mumbled.
“No,” Kurt and Dave said at once, in a way that made him almost chuckle, despite how he was feeling.
“Okay, not leaving,” he said slipping into a seat on the side of the small table. Kurt and Dave took the two ends.
The long drawn out silence made him want to puke. He leaned back against the chair and shut his while the other boys made sounds and tried but failed to start talking. “I’m gonna go get a drink,” he said. “If you two dudes aren’t talking by the time I get back. I’m gonna start talking and I know that’s not going to be good.”
He went and ordered at the front counter, continuously eyeing the two boys to see if any progress was being made.
He saw talking. He knew leaving for a moment was a good idea.
He came back with two cups, one for himself and one for Dave if he wanted it. He set the other down next to the other boy, returning in the middle of a long rant.
“…and I know that I never realized how bad it could be, but now I know. Everyone is determined to make my life as miserable as possible and all because I got outed as gay and it’s stupid because being gay doesn’t make anyone different at all…”
He looked into his coffee cup, because this was all too personal for him to just be a part of.
“I really just wanted to come out but I was so scared Kurt, I - I saw gay people as this gigantic walking threat, which I knew, like on the surface, wasn’t right. I knew that gay dudes were just normal people and they weren’t like my uncle, messed up and shit but when everyone kept saying how horrible they were - I just got this feelin’ that they knew something I didn’t, that I was gonna lose my shit and do something horrible like he did and I did when I kissed you, I guess, didn’t I?”
Puck sunk low into his seat.
Kurt spoke up. “You’re not a rapist,” he said, firmly. That word really hurt and Puck practically inhaled the burning hot liquid inches from his face. “You’re not. The kiss hurt me, because it was my first kiss and yeah, you did take it against my will, which was the most horrible thing for me, but you have to stop seeing yourself as your uncle.”
“I’m just so sorry,” Dave mumbled, low, looking down at the table. “I didn’t want to be like him and I ended up being the closest I could be to him without actually…doing that. I just was so jealous of you, you know? You never were anything but proud. I understand that now. Pride is a good thing, especially when you got a lot to be proud of.”
“I accept your apology,” Kurt said. It was tense, but Puck had to look up out of his cup and smile at the way that Dave broke into a smile. For a kid that he had never once seen smiling, the dude had a pretty nice one. “I accept your apology and I am so glad that you came and talked to me.”
Dave looked at Puck and smiled again. “It wasn’t my doing.”
Kurt looked uncomfortable, but it seemed something was pressing on his brain, if his “hmms” and “unghs” indicated anything. “I…did what you witnessed really change you?” he asked, quietly. He seemed to know that the words were uncomfortable for everyone involved but he didn’t seem to be able to not say them.
Puck zoned out for a little, as Dave told Kurt earnestly the same things that he told Puck. He told Kurt about how witnessing the rape instantly warped his perception of gay people, just as he was preparing to come out to his family. He spoke about how enraged he felt and how he was trying his best to keep it under wraps. Puck just couldn’t hear this again.
He finished his coffee and walked over to the trash bin, where he threw the paper cup away. He sighed and took a deep breath. He had done well by Kurt and Dave but he had trouble just thinking about the moment his life had turned around and become this mass of undeniable suck.
“Puck,” Kurt said, calling him back over about fifteen minutes later. “You guys know that the pain you guys experienced really has bonded the two of you. I guess it’s also bonded me to you guys in that sort of weird way. You will get through this.”
Puck smiled. “Holding you up to that Hummel.”
He certainly hoped Kurt was right.