Sing Me to Sleep
Title: Sing Me to Sleep
Author: Toria_Phoenix
Pairing: Dave/Future-Kurt, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: R
Warnings: Cursing, time-travel, angst, general sadness.
Summary: Twenty-six year old Kurt Hummel time-travels ten years into the past so he can see his family one last time. Dave Karofsky ends up taking care of him, and finds out that the future is anything but bright.
Authors Note: This is the result of listening to the Sucker Punch soundtrack on repeat- specifically 'Sweet Dreams (are made of this)', and 'Asleep', both sung by the brilliant Emily Browning. Anyways, this idea wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it, so here it is!
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Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Kurt was beautiful when he was angry, Dave decided. His cheeks would flush, his eyes would shine brighter, and his lips would turn a delicious red color that had Dave’s mind going to very inappropriate places.
“-staring at?” a voice cut sharply into Dave’s thoughts, causing Dave to come back to reality. In front of him stood Kurt Hummel, who was clutching that stupid prep school kid (his boyfriend, a quiet voice in his mind taunted) Blaine’s hand, glaring at Dave defiantly.
“Huh?” Dave said, his eyes still focused on the two boys intertwined hands. Kurt rolled his eyes.
“I said what are you staring at?” Dave remained silent, his eyes lifting hesitantly to meet Kurt’s. “What do you want?” The other boy elaborated, obviously irritated.
You, Dave thought fervently. I want you.
“Nothing,” he said instead, his voice sounding rough even to his own ears. Kurt scoffed, his mouth opening to retort with some acidic comment when Blaine stopped him by placing a hand on the small of Kurt’s back. Kurt paused, and Dave watched jealously as Kurt’s gaze softened as he turned to look at the other boy.
“Kurt, come on. Your family’s waiting for us,” Blaine said quietly. Kurt nodded jerkily. He turned to glare at Dave one last time before storming down the empty McKinley hallway. Blaine nodded at Dave as he turned to follow Kurt, and Dave snarled as he saw traces of pity in his dark brown eyes. Fuck him. He didn’t need Blaine’s pity.
Dave stormed off in the opposite direction, and somehow ended up in the boy’s locker room. It was empty, and Dave thanked his lucky stars that the football team had won that night, and thus would want to celebrate their victory as soon as possible. It meant that Dave could have some time alone to process his thoughts, which mostly seemed to revolve around a certain fashionista.
Fuck Kurt Hummel and his stupid fucking boyfriend. Dave collapsed on one of the benches, dragging a trembling hand through his hair. Fuck. Dave let out a choked sob when he realized he was sitting in the spot where he had kissed Hummel so many months ago. Dave absentmindedly touched his lips, reliving the memory in his head.
If he concentrated hard enough, he could almost remember the taste of Kurt’s mouth, something that had reminded him of watermelon and summer. Dave sighed.
A loud bang from across the locker room had Dave jumping to his feet.
“Hello?” he called, and Dave wished his voice hadn’t sounded so pathetic in that moment. The silence of the locker room seemed to grow deafening for a moment.
Dave slowly crossed to the other side of the locker room only to find a figure dressed in black climbing to their feet.
“Dude, you scared the shit out of-- Hummel?” Dave cut himself off when he caught a glimpse of the familiar face. But that couldn’t be right.
“But you… you just left. I watched you leave with-“ Dave took another step towards the figure, and froze. This wasn’t Kurt. It was, but it wasn’t. This Kurt looked older, and more beautiful, if that was even possible. His small frame was a bit more developed, and his face seemed colder. His clothes were dirtied, and his hair was tousled in every direction.
“You’re not Kurt.” Dave said, his voice small. The Kurt look-alike groaned, rubbing his head.
“Of all people I had to run into,” the look-alike said, “it had to be you Karofsky. Fantastic.”
Dave took a small step backwards, stumbling as he bumped into a locker. The Kurt look-alike met his gaze, his piercing blue eyes rendering Dave unable to move.
“I suppose introductions are in order,” the look-alike mused. “I’m Kurt Hummel-“
“No you’re not,” Dave cut him off, a note of hysteria creeping into his voice.
“-from the future,” the other man replied coolly. Dave gaped, and pinched himself hard in order to avoid doing something unbearably embarrassing like fainting on the spot.
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“My parents aren’t home often, so you can sleep in the guest room. It’s in the basement,” Dave instructed numbly as he showed the older Kurt around his house. As the lithe brunet surveyed the room, Dave pinched himself again, the skin quickly growing red and irritated.
“Could you stop doing that?” Kurt’s sharp voice interrupted him.
“Huh?” Dave said, glancing up to look at Kurt, and immediately growing short of breath. How was it possible that Kurt Hummel was so fucking beautiful? Kurt raised an eyebrow, as if knowing what Dave was thinking. Dave flushed.
“Stop pinching yourself. It’s freaking me out,” Kurt said, waving a dismissive hand in the air. Dave snorted.
“You’re freaking out,” Dave laughed breathlessly. “The future version of the boy-of-my-dreams is in my living room, and you’re freaking out. That’s fantastic.” Kurt tilted his head curiously.
“I’m the boy of your dreams?” Kurt asked curiously, and Dave shrugged, uncomfortable.
“Like you couldn’t have guessed.”
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Later that night, when Dave is tucked comfortably under his covers and wide-awake, he hears his door creak open.
“Karofsky,” a voice whispered, “are you still awake?” Dave sat up, glancing at the sliver of light creeping in from the hallway. He squinted.
“Kurt? What are you doing?”
“I can’t sleep. Your basement’s creepy.”
“Oh.” Dave shifted uncomfortably in his bed. “Um. Do you wanna sleep in here?” There was a long pause, and for a terrible, terrible moment, Dave was certain he had misunderstood… but then his door was closing quietly, and a small figure was inching towards the bed. As Kurt Hummel climbed into bed with him, Dave took a moment to question his sanity. His heart pumped frantically, and he oh, how he ached to reach out and just touch Kurt…
“Why are you here?” he whispered instead. Kurt huffed indignantly.
“I told you, your basement-“
“No, I mean… here.” Dave waved a hand in the darkness, hoping Kurt could see it. There was a long pause.
“I wanted to see everyone one last time,” Kurt finally replied, his voice soft and sad.
“Oh.” Another pause, and Dave found himself shifting closer to Kurt’s warm body. “What do you mean one last time?” And maybe he was just imagining it, but Dave could swear Kurt shifted closer in return, his chest brushing against Dave’s.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Kurt said softly, his bright eyes closing in the darkness as sleep claimed him. Dave could do little else but stare at the small figure, filing away how beautiful Kurt looked asleep for future reference.
_ - _ - _ - _ - _ - _
Since the next day was Saturday, Kurt insisted that Dave take him shopping for more suitable apparel. Dave couldn’t even complain, since Kurt’s cold eyes seemed to grow brighter and warmer as he shopped.
“Oh my Gaga,” Kurt sighed happily as he grabbed another Marc Jacobs sweater off the racks. “Look at this!”
“Fancy, it looks exactly like all of the other sweaters you’ve tried on today,” Dave said, his voice more teasing than anything. Kurt sniffed.
“It certainly does not,” Kurt said indignantly. “See, this one has sparkly rivets sewn into the collar!” At Kurt’s earnest expression, Dave couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“So, is there a shortage of Marc Jacobs sweaters in the future or something?” Dave asked. Kurt’s smile fell off his face.
“Something like that,” Kurt murmured. Dave felt his insides grow cold.
“Kurt,” he began carefully, “what’s the future like?”
Kurt didn’t respond, but his hands seemed to shake for a moment as he rifled through the racks of clothing.
“Are we…” Dave licked his lips nervously. “Are you and I-“
“We never see each other again after high school,” Kurt cuts him off, and Dave’s heart sinks in his chest.
“Then why are you…” Dave waves a frustrated hand in the air, “like this with me? Why are you being so nice? The high school version of you hates me. Why don’t you?”
Kurt pauses, and turns to look at Dave understandingly.
“I guess I have bigger things to worry about then what happened between us in high school.” Kurt finally says.
“For what it’s worth, I am sorry for-“
“I know,” Kurt interrupts him with a small smile, “but you should know that I forgave you a long time ago.”
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As they’re leaving the mall, Dave catches a glimpse of present-day Kurt. He grabs future Kurt’s hand and yanks him behind a corner that would prevent Blaine and present-day Kurt from seeing them.
“What the hell-“ Future Kurt snaps, but falters as he catches sight of his younger self and Blaine.
“I’m sorry,” Dave rushed, “I just saw Butterfly Effect like, twenty times, so I don’t want to screw up the space time continuum, you know?” It’s then that Dave realizes future-Kurt isn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to him.
“Blaine,” future-Kurt breathes, and Dave sees red as jealousy consumes him. Kurt’s eyes are wide and desperate as he drinks in the sight of his younger self and Blaine kissing. “I look so happy, don’t I?” He murmurs, and Dave’s heart hurts.
Dave reluctantly glances over at the younger version of Kurt, and jealousy seizes him again. It wasn’t fair. It was bad enough that he was denied his Kurt, but now even future Kurt seemed to be hung up on that stupid fucking-
Dave took a deep breath. “Do you want to go say hi?” he says, half sarcastically. Kurt doesn’t seem to notice as he shakes his head.
“Can we just go back to your house?” Kurt asks sadly, his eyes still on the happy couple, and fuck, future Kurt’s starting to cry-
“Yeah,” Dave reaches down to grab Kurt’s hand again. “Let’s go home.”
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Later that night, Dave puts a movie in for him and Kurt to watch, and Kurt seems stunned.
“I haven’t seen a movie in years…” Kurt mused, and Dave feels slightly sick as he thinks about all the little things Kurt has gone without in the future.
They curl up on the couch together and watch the television screen, and Dave tries desperately to ignore the weight of Kurt’s thigh against his own. When the movie ends, Kurt is sound asleep, and Dave can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss his forehead.
“I love you,” he whispers fervently. Kurt remains asleep.
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The next day, Kurt talks Dave into parking outside the Hummel-Hudson residence so Kurt can catch a glimpse of his family. They do, and Dave thanked God that no one seemed to notice his beat up blue car parked on the road. When Finn Hudson leaves the house, Kurt started to cry. The crying grew hysterical when Burt Hummel leaves the house minutes later.
Dave pulled Kurt into his arms and tried to comfort the other boy from whatever unspoken horrors were haunting him.
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“I’m slipping,” Kurt said conversationally at dinner that night. Dave looked up, confused. “From this time period,” Kurt continued, “I don’t have long. I’ll return to my own time by tomorrow night at the latest.”
Dave’s stomach seized up in protest at the thought.
“Don’t go,” Dave said, before he can think about it. “Stay here. With me.”
Kurt gives Dave a small half-smile.
“I wish I could Karofsky.”
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Kurt is sitting on his bed when Dave returns from brushing his teeth. Dave freezes as the t-shirt Kurt is wearing slips off his shoulder, revealing a tantalizing strip of pale skin.
“Karofsky?” Kurt said with a frown. “Are you alright?” Dave isn’t sure how it happens, but the next thing he knows, he’s pressing Kurt down into the bed, his lips hot and needy over the smaller boys. Kurt responds hesitantly, leaning up into the kiss. Minutes later, Kurt breaks the kiss, turning his head away. Dave focuses his attention on Kurt’s neck, and he relishes Kurt’s moans as he nips and kisses the soft skin.
“Karofsky,” Kurt sighed, “Karofsky, please-“
“Dave,” Dave murmured against Kurt’s neck. “My name is Dave, Kurt.” He bit at the pale skin a bit harder, and Kurt whimpered.
“Oh Gaga, Dave… We… we shouldn’t do this.” Despite this, Kurt leaned up to meet Dave’s lips in a fervent kiss, their tongues intertwining. Dave’s hand reached down to press against the bulge in Kurt’s pajama pants. Kurt gasped, writhing against Dave.
“Dave, we should… we should stop,” he said, voice shaking. “You’re seventeen, and I’m… I’m twenty-six. This is wrong.”
Dave’s hand dipped down into the waistband of Kurt’s pajama pants and gripped Kurt’s cock tightly, causing Kurt to let out a loud wail.
“I want this,” Dave whispered, his eyes dark with hunger and need, “you need this. How can this possibly be wrong?” Dave leaned down to kiss Kurt again, his lips desperate against Kurt’s. Kurt half sobbed, falling back onto Dave’s pillow, surrendering to his touch.
Dave slid down Kurt’s body, and in one quick movement, yanked Kurt’s pajama pants off. He inhaled sharply as he took in the sight of Kurt.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, before taking Kurt fully into his mouth. Still a trembling mess, Kurt could do little else but moan weakly as Dave’s hand goes to Kurt’s ass and starts prepping him.
Later, when Dave is inside of Kurt and thrusting hard and fast, he’s overwhelmed by the fact that he’s making love to Kurt Hummel.
“I love you Kurt,” Dave said shakily, and Kurt moans loudly in response; then Dave hits something inside of Kurt that causes Kurt to shriek, his head slamming back against the pillow, his fingernails digging into Dave’s shoulders. The site of Kurt mid-orgasm is enough to send Dave flying over the edge, and his vision goes black for an instant at the intensity of his own climax.
They both laid there panting for a few moments, gathering their bearings. Kurt kissed Dave’s chest as Dave’s fingers carded through Kurt’s soft hair.
“I think I could’ve fallen in love with this Dave Karofsky,” Kurt said, his voice full of wonder and sadness. “I wish we had a chance-“
Dave cut him off with a devastating kiss. He didn’t want to think about the fact that this would probably be the only time in his life he’d get to hold Kurt like this. Dave’s heart breaks inside his chest as Kurt kisses back with equal enthusiasm, a whimper escaping his lips.
“I love you,” Dave whispered. “I love you, I love you, I love you-“
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Dave wakes up around 3 AM the next morning to someone hitting him.
“Dave, Dave wake up-“
It’s Kurt. Dave sits up sharply.
“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, panicked. He looked at Kurt, and his jaw dropped when he noticed that one of Kurt’s arms was transparent. “Kurt? What’s-“
“I’m fading,” Kurt said. He grabbed David by his t-shirt and yanked him into a desperate kiss. When he pulls away, there are tears in both of their eyes.
“Thank you,” Kurt whispered again. “Thank you for everything. I meant what I said last night. I wish we had more time together-“
“Don’t go,” Dave begged, his voice shaking. “Fight it, please… Kurt, I love you, don’t go-“
“I know Dave, I know.” Kurt kissed him again, gently this time. “I’m sorry. I can’t fight it… it’s too strong.”
“Kurt-“ Dave said, his voice weak, but it’s too late. Kurt’s gone.
He’s gone.
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Later that day at McKinley, Dave accidentally bumps into the Kurt Hummel of his time, causing his books to go flying across the hallway.
“Watch it Hamhock,” Kurt snapped, and Dave finds himself blinking back tears.
“I’m sorry Kurt, it was an accident-“ Dave leaned down to help Kurt pick up his books, but Kurt shook his head, glaring.
“Just go,” Kurt said, his eyes cold. A cold weight fills Dave’s gut as Blaine walks up from behind Kurt and helps him with his books. Once the books were retrieved, Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt’s waist and led him away. Dave watched jealously, and as soon as the couple disappeared from view, Dave ran to the nearest bathroom to throw up..
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That night, Dave cried himself to sleep.
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Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be