Fic: Revelations 9/?
Title: Revelations - 9/?
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.
“How the hell does a woman not know that she’s living under the same roof as a rapist? He raped my boy. He took my little boy’s innocence and ruined his life. Noah fathered a child last year, do you know that? Now I know that it came from his hyped up sense of masculinity that he needed to combat the loss of his father and some perverted little queer raping him. I can’t even pay to get Noah help, what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do Christine? You tell me what I’m supposed to do!”
Melinda did not mean to launch herself at Christine Karofsky the moment that they met in the other woman’s study. Still, she could not help herself, as she started ranting about the man that raped her son. She could not believe that this woman had been the sister of a child rapist without even knowing it. How could someone live with someone like that all of their life and not know what he was?
To her surprise, Christine did not object as she started ranting. She broke down when she finished because Christine stayed calm and let her reach the end of her rant.
“I didn’t mean…” Melinda moaned.
“I know you didn’t,” Christine said softly, reaching out and touching her hand. “You didn’t mean a word you were saying but at the same time you needed to vent. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Melinda started crying, sinking down into one of the soft padded chairs that Christine had littering the room. Christine sat down in the one across from hers and pulled it a little closer, so that they were face to face. “I know how good it feels to let go and just vent. I did the same thing the night that they arrested my baby brother. I screamed and tore down a couple of walls, just making sure that Dave and Paul weren’t listening. Sometimes it’s all that a woman can do when her world is suddenly turned upside down and she’s feeling a little helpless. I locked myself in here a couple nights ago when Dave told me that he witnessed a rape when he was a little kid and never told a soul.”
Melinda wanted to reply to some of the things that Christine was saying. She was living in this beautiful house with a husband who still loved her and probably knew absolutely nothing about the struggles she took to keep her son and daughter safe as she possibly could, but still, she had to take what comfort she could and if Christine Karofsky was the one to give it, so be it. She looked up and whispered, “Why didn’t your son tell anyone?”
“My son’s gay,” Christine said firmly. “I can’t even imagine what he was going through, a young man just coming into his sexuality to find that his gay uncle, who at that time had been a fixture in his life, was really a bad man.”
She had to admit that she understood that. She didn’t get the whole gay thing, but she knew that Burt Hummel’s little boy down the street was gay. It must’ve been a hell of a trip, being gay in an old fashioned town like Lima. She did pity the boy to a degree.
“I can’t help Noah,” she admitted out loud. She hated the way that the words sounded on her tongue. She was helpless. She could not help her son even begin to heal from the wounds that for years she didn’t know he had. “What can I do? The insurance won’t pay for him to get therapy or anything and I know Noah would refuse to go to a support group or anything. What do I do? I just have no idea at all.”
Christine looked at her with sympathy. “If it wasn’t for Paul’s job, I would have had the same issues,” she said gently. She reached down onto the table and wrote something on the pad of paper sitting there. “This is my therapist’s number. Dave has just started seeing her. If you take Noah to her, then I will pay the bills, alright?”
Melinda was never able to take charity. “I can’t accept that.”
“I want to help,” the woman insisted. “I never knew the damage done so I couldn’t help, but now I feel that I can.”
She looked at the neatly scrawled phone number. “Is the therapist helping him heal?” she asked softly.
Christine nodded. “Oh yes,” she said. “I can see Dave opening up but sometimes I think that’s as much of the therapist’s doing as it is your son’s.”
“My son?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Christine said. “He’s still hesitant to really share what he’s going through with me but I know their friendship has done wonders for him. I even see him smiling now, something that I could never see.”
“I feel like I’ve ignored so much of what he was going through.”
The woman touched her hand and smiled weakly. “You and me both, honey,” she said softly. “I mean, my son was bullying people, hurting people and he was gay the whole time. I just…I just dropped the ball there. There was so much to do, so much to think of…”
“And never enough time,” Melinda filled in.
“Exactly,” she responded.
“You know, we used to spend time in high school,” Christine said. “I think we can use our son’s bond as inspiration to form one of our own.”
“I agree with you.”
While the two mothers spoke, so did their sons, sitting in Dave's back yard.
“You look healthier,” Puck said, assessing Dave cautiously. He really did look different, his whole look brighter or something. “Or at least less like you’re ready to keel over at any second.”
“Thanks, sweet of you,” Dave said sarcastically, but he couldn’t look angry. It was true. He looked healthier, stronger and less sick to his stomach. He had let go of a load that was so heavy that he couldn’t bear it any more. Everything just felt better when he let go of that burden. Puck knew how he felt. He smiled a little as he spoke. “Telling someone and…Kurt forgiving me…”
Puck knew what he was trying to say.
“You look better when you smile,” he said, wincing at how cheesy that was. “Oh shut the hell up, it’s true.”
“Thanks.”
“So, you’re like all out and proud now,” Puck said, playing around to ease the corniness. “I think it’s time for you to get a boy, Karofsky.”
“Shut up,” Dave said, shaking his head. “Not ready for that, not by a long shot.”
“What kind of guy to you like?”
Dave shoved him but it was all goodnatured. It was cool.
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.
“How the hell does a woman not know that she’s living under the same roof as a rapist? He raped my boy. He took my little boy’s innocence and ruined his life. Noah fathered a child last year, do you know that? Now I know that it came from his hyped up sense of masculinity that he needed to combat the loss of his father and some perverted little queer raping him. I can’t even pay to get Noah help, what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do Christine? You tell me what I’m supposed to do!”
Melinda did not mean to launch herself at Christine Karofsky the moment that they met in the other woman’s study. Still, she could not help herself, as she started ranting about the man that raped her son. She could not believe that this woman had been the sister of a child rapist without even knowing it. How could someone live with someone like that all of their life and not know what he was?
To her surprise, Christine did not object as she started ranting. She broke down when she finished because Christine stayed calm and let her reach the end of her rant.
“I didn’t mean…” Melinda moaned.
“I know you didn’t,” Christine said softly, reaching out and touching her hand. “You didn’t mean a word you were saying but at the same time you needed to vent. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Melinda started crying, sinking down into one of the soft padded chairs that Christine had littering the room. Christine sat down in the one across from hers and pulled it a little closer, so that they were face to face. “I know how good it feels to let go and just vent. I did the same thing the night that they arrested my baby brother. I screamed and tore down a couple of walls, just making sure that Dave and Paul weren’t listening. Sometimes it’s all that a woman can do when her world is suddenly turned upside down and she’s feeling a little helpless. I locked myself in here a couple nights ago when Dave told me that he witnessed a rape when he was a little kid and never told a soul.”
Melinda wanted to reply to some of the things that Christine was saying. She was living in this beautiful house with a husband who still loved her and probably knew absolutely nothing about the struggles she took to keep her son and daughter safe as she possibly could, but still, she had to take what comfort she could and if Christine Karofsky was the one to give it, so be it. She looked up and whispered, “Why didn’t your son tell anyone?”
“My son’s gay,” Christine said firmly. “I can’t even imagine what he was going through, a young man just coming into his sexuality to find that his gay uncle, who at that time had been a fixture in his life, was really a bad man.”
She had to admit that she understood that. She didn’t get the whole gay thing, but she knew that Burt Hummel’s little boy down the street was gay. It must’ve been a hell of a trip, being gay in an old fashioned town like Lima. She did pity the boy to a degree.
“I can’t help Noah,” she admitted out loud. She hated the way that the words sounded on her tongue. She was helpless. She could not help her son even begin to heal from the wounds that for years she didn’t know he had. “What can I do? The insurance won’t pay for him to get therapy or anything and I know Noah would refuse to go to a support group or anything. What do I do? I just have no idea at all.”
Christine looked at her with sympathy. “If it wasn’t for Paul’s job, I would have had the same issues,” she said gently. She reached down onto the table and wrote something on the pad of paper sitting there. “This is my therapist’s number. Dave has just started seeing her. If you take Noah to her, then I will pay the bills, alright?”
Melinda was never able to take charity. “I can’t accept that.”
“I want to help,” the woman insisted. “I never knew the damage done so I couldn’t help, but now I feel that I can.”
She looked at the neatly scrawled phone number. “Is the therapist helping him heal?” she asked softly.
Christine nodded. “Oh yes,” she said. “I can see Dave opening up but sometimes I think that’s as much of the therapist’s doing as it is your son’s.”
“My son?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Christine said. “He’s still hesitant to really share what he’s going through with me but I know their friendship has done wonders for him. I even see him smiling now, something that I could never see.”
“I feel like I’ve ignored so much of what he was going through.”
The woman touched her hand and smiled weakly. “You and me both, honey,” she said softly. “I mean, my son was bullying people, hurting people and he was gay the whole time. I just…I just dropped the ball there. There was so much to do, so much to think of…”
“And never enough time,” Melinda filled in.
“Exactly,” she responded.
“You know, we used to spend time in high school,” Christine said. “I think we can use our son’s bond as inspiration to form one of our own.”
“I agree with you.”
While the two mothers spoke, so did their sons, sitting in Dave's back yard.
“You look healthier,” Puck said, assessing Dave cautiously. He really did look different, his whole look brighter or something. “Or at least less like you’re ready to keel over at any second.”
“Thanks, sweet of you,” Dave said sarcastically, but he couldn’t look angry. It was true. He looked healthier, stronger and less sick to his stomach. He had let go of a load that was so heavy that he couldn’t bear it any more. Everything just felt better when he let go of that burden. Puck knew how he felt. He smiled a little as he spoke. “Telling someone and…Kurt forgiving me…”
Puck knew what he was trying to say.
“You look better when you smile,” he said, wincing at how cheesy that was. “Oh shut the hell up, it’s true.”
“Thanks.”
“So, you’re like all out and proud now,” Puck said, playing around to ease the corniness. “I think it’s time for you to get a boy, Karofsky.”
“Shut up,” Dave said, shaking his head. “Not ready for that, not by a long shot.”
“What kind of guy to you like?”
Dave shoved him but it was all goodnatured. It was cool.