ficlets: Glee and Glee/Thor
Title: For all the world’s wealth I would not stay
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Warnings: spoilers for 3.13; mentions of stalking/violence/assault/bullying; panic attack
Pairings: unrequited Karofsky/Kurt; Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 465
Point of view: third
Note: Let's just say that in the spirit of fairness, since they were going to let Finn spend the night at Rachel's, Kurt's parents let him stay at Blaine's.
Prompt:
Spoilers for 3.13 Heart--Kurt, Karofsky, stalking/previous fears resufacing
"It's the fear that's the worst. I never know when it's coming. I can't concentrate. I don't feel like I'm a part of this school at all. I feel like I'm in a horror movie where this creature follows me around terrifying me and there's nothing I can do about it."
- Kurt's speech about Karofsky in Furt.
Now, a year later, Karofsky follows Kurt around in a gorilla suit, putting things in his locker, and writing things like "be mine forever" and drawing Kurt away from the crowd under false pretenses so they can be alone.
Kurt thought he had forgiven him. He thought they could be friends. He thought he was over this nightmare. He thought everything was okay now, damnit.
But it's really, really not.
(tl;dr: Kurt relapses/has a panic attack when he realizes, post-Valentine's Day, just what all Karofsky did as his secret admirer, and how much it reminds him of how Karofsky was at his absolute worst.)
It isn't until that night, his arms around Blaine as they fall asleep, that Kurt finally lets himself think about his 'secret admirer.' About who spent the week following him around, disguised, writing him notes and leaving things in his locker.
He’d gotten past it. He forgave Karofsky ages ago. They sat in Scandals and talked like adults, and Kurt thought they’d ended things on a good note. Karofsky had matured as a person, and Kurt was happy for him. Really happy.
But to think, for even one minute… Kurt shudders and shifts around, so that he can tuck his head beneath Blaine’s chin. Blaine, his boyfriend. Blaine, his savior. Blaine, who drove almost two hours the day after they met just because Kurt called him.
Kurt has spent the week telling everyone about his secret admirer, about how wonderful his boyfriend was, how romantic, how sweet. And tomorrow, when everyone asks (will anyone ask?), what does he say? He can’t possibly explain without going back to the beginning, and what’s the point of drudging all that up again?
“Kurt?” Blaine mumbles, arms tightening around him. “Y’kay?”
“Fine,” Kurt murmurs.
He tries his hardest to shake it all off. To reach that point he had before Breadstix, where he’d forgiven everything and buried it deep.
The only dream he remembers in the morning is being trapped in the locker room, Karofsky’s hands on him, and Karofsky’s voice whispering in his ear, You’re mine forever.
He wakes up crying to Blaine’s panicked questions, and lunges off the bed, hurrying to the toilet so he can purge all the candy from his body.
Of course, that doesn’t reassure Blaine at all. But he just crouches next to Kurt, supports his weight, and keeps up a steady murmur of, “You’re alright, it’ll be okay, you’re okay, it’ll be alright.”
He can feel bruises on his back, bruises he hasn’t had in over a year. He feels tainted, and sick, and he can’t stop shuddering.
“Babe,” Blaine says, “please. Tell me what’s wrong.”
It’s like the week they met all over again. He’d gotten past this. Karofsky had moved on, Kurt had forgiven him, and it was all over.
But it’s not. Karofsky spent a week stalking him. Let him think it was Blaine, and honestly seemed to think they could ever be together. Kurt heaves again, and Blaine says, “Kurt.”
Kurt falls back against him and asks, “Please just hold me.”
So Blaine does. They go back to bed and burrow beneath the covers, and Kurt stutters out the whole thing, and Blaine clenches his jaw, but his hands are gentle on Kurt’s skin.
“I love you,” Blaine tells him.
Kurt’s smile is shaky and he closes his eyes and he listens to Blaine hum ‘Somewhere Only We Know.’
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: spoilers for season 2 of Glee; AU for Prom Queen
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 760
Point of view: third
Note: I was reading a Prom Queen reaction fic and this just sorta… poured out.
More notes: in this 'verse
They vote him queen and they don’t know that he’s the son of the prince of two realms. They vote him queen, and while some may have meant well, most of them didn’t.
He feels a brief, sharp pain, and then it’s washed away by a tidal wave of rage that freezes him from the inside out, and he has to escape that room, that tiny little gym in a tiny little town, he has to get out before he obliterates them all.
Blaine follows him, Blaine with a silver ring on his finger.
Kurt is so cold. He’s taken the dumpster dives, the slushy facials, the locker slams, and even a goddamned kiss. (He really should have seen that coming, but, honestly, violence to simulate affection? That’s so Asgard.)
“Kurt, hey, wait!” Blaine calls after him, and Kurt stops in the middle of the hall, eyes closed tightly, hands clenched, breathing deeply, in out in out.
He is so cold. He’s never been this cold before. It shouldn’t be that big a deal.
Child? Mama asks from across the world, pausing in whatever he’s doing. What’s happened?
Wolfsong plays in the back of Kurt’s mind, and the crashing of waves upon the shore, and hoofbeats, and knives upon knives. So cold.
“Kurt,” Blaine says, grabbing Kurt’s hands. “Kurt.”
Will you kill them? Kurt’s sister asks and, for a moment, everything stops. Mama waits for his word.
“No,” Kurt whispers, and his heart thaws as he feels Blaine’s fingers tighten around his.
As you wish, his sister murmurs, and the world breathes again.
Kurt lifts his head to look into Blaine’s eyes. “I thought things had gotten better,” he says, and it’s not entirely a lie. They had all hidden it better, those petty children, but Karofsky had grown as a person, somehow. Was it such a stretch to think the rest had, as well?
Apparently, it was. He takes a deep breath and smiles at the sweet boy who’s tried so hard to save him, and he says, “I’m stronger than them, and I’m not going to let them win.” (Blaine won’t know how true that is for a few more months.)
If any of the students in this hellhole had any idea… You’re too forgiving, a wolf growls. You should punish them, a serpent hisses, surfacing for just a moment. A horse simply tosses his head with a snort, and twins tell him, A quick slice would end most of your problems.
Kurt looks Blaine in the eye and says, “I’m going to get coroneted and show them all.”
The Lady of the Dead laughs in the furthest corner of Kurt’s mind. I have noted every injury you should’ve had, godling.
Kurt walks back into that gym, holds his head high, makes some quip, and when Karofsky runs away, dances with his boyfriend in the middle of a crowd who looked the other way for the better part of three years. Who would still look the other way.
Blaine’s arms are warm around him, Blaine’s eyes are warm on him, and Blaine is so happy it drowns out his fear at simply being there.
If anyone else ever tries to hurt you, Kurt promises, they will be unmade.
(In a few months, Kurt’s mother will keep that promise for him.)
Kurt wants to kiss his boyfriend and not care who watches. But Blaine’s not ready for that yet, and as much as the fury is still seeking an outlet, Kurt’s not quite ready for mass-murder.
(Not yet.)
I love you, he thinks, looking at Blaine as his friends all join in dancing. You’re mine forever.
.
On Monday, he’ll walk into school and no one will know that part of him is frozen. A few people will call him Queenie or curtsy, but most will pretend it never happened. It shouldn’t be worse than the bruises or broken bones his mother saved him from, it shouldn’t be worse than a stolen kiss or a death threat that could never be carried out - but, somehow, it is.
.
They vote him queen, and for a moment, he thinks about killing them all. Not a single one of them knows how close he’s come before, or will again.
He stares at Figgins, and then he retreats, and the ice closes in on his soul.
.
He is Loki’s son, the youngest of Loki’s brood, and so far, nobody knows he exists. The ice melts as he holds Blaine, and for a few more months, Loki is able to keep him secret.