There's A Reason Why You're Here- chapter one
Chapter One:
Knight In Shining... Varsity Jacket?
Title: There's A Reason Why You're Here
Fandom: Glee
Character Pairings: Kurt/Karofsky, OC/Sue Sylvester
Rating: not sure so we'll just go with BAD! ;)
Chapters: 1/5
Summary: There's a reason for everything and everyone who comes into your life...
A/N: Takes place after "Never Been Kissed" but before the Christmas special.
First chapter will be short only so I can get this baby under way! Any comments, questions or ideas? Leave me a comment and I'll get back with you guys through the chappies!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't be a Sue.
Kurt Hummel was a paradox, a walking, talking and (sometimes) glittering contradiction. He wanted to be treated like a man but acted like a woman. He wanted to be accepted and yet stand out. He wanted a dramatic love of his own and yet was tired of the chase. On most days these contradictions weren't such a big problem- a slushie here, a rude remark there, possibly a shove into the lockers... However this all took place inside the walls of his high school, with his friends no more than a shout away. The streets seemed to be a much darker, colder, and scarier place. Darker because it was, in fact, night time. Colder because it was one week until Christmas and Mother Nature seemed to be on a snow flurry kick lately. And scarier because he was slowly being hunted down by three large men (not boys, they seemed to be in their late 20's, early 30's).
He had been out shopping for a present for Mr Schuester when it happened. Lost in a very long aisle of cds, Kurt had been fingering a collection of Journey's greatest hits when a blond haired lumber jack looking man bumped into him. The man glared but walked off so Kurt decided to ignore the incident. Buying the collection, Kurt left the store fifteen minutes later, humming softly to himself and smiling as he walked across the street to the now vacant parking lot the small collection of stores on this street shared for their customers. Wait, vacant? How late was it? Kurt took out his cell phone and looked at the time. 10:15! Dear GaGa, his dad was going to be upset!
Kurt picked up his pace and headed for his sleek little beauty, sitting prettily under one of the lamps, seemingly basking in the warm glow. There was a red pickup truck a few rows awayNot paying attention, Kurt flung his plastic bag of cds over his shoulder and began looking through his old text messages, trying to find one from Mercedes about a party tomorrow night. Suddenly the phone was smacked out of his hands and he was roughly shoved backwards, losing balance and falling on his butt amid the gray and black slush of the parking lot with a shout. Glaring up at the offender, Kurt grit his teeth when he saw it was the blond man from before, and he had brought back up.
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Dave felt like a kid again as the bubble of anticipation made him feel like a coffee maker, percolating until he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. His mother put a hand on his upper arm and Dave instantly remembered where (or rather who) he was and tried to calm down but it was so hard, as his tapping left foot showed the world. It had been three years since he had seen his older sister and he had missed her a lot, more than he could admit to to his parents.
She was five years his senior, a successful inker for Marvel comics, a proud mother... And gay. Or rather she was bisexual, but it all boiled down to the same thing in their parents' eyes and that was just no good. His sister and parents had had a falling out when she was seventeen because she wanted to bring a girl to prom as her date. She was kicked out of the house because she wouldn't back down and left to beg a room off of her friends' parents until school was over. Dave had been forbidden to speak with her while he was still living under his parents' roof and Dave had obeyed, fearing the same treatment his sister had received.
It wasn't until two years later when he had finally gotten up the courage to call her at his aunt's house. Ever since they had been talking at least twice a month and had remained quite close, without their parents' ever knowing. The only reason why she was flying into town now was because she had been left an inheritance from their now deceased uncle and Dave had convinced the three to spend some time together. And speak of the Devil...
Dave shrugged off his mom's arm and his father's warning glare and sprinted down the hallway when he caught sight of his sister. "Harley!" He greeted, stopping just a few feet away from plowing into her and smiling down. "Davey boy!" She grinned up at him and closed the distance, stepping up on her tip toes to wrap her arms around her little brother's neck. Harley and Dave had taken after their father, thick dark hair and slightly tanned skin, taller than average although she was still much shorter than him. Sweeping a black lock of hair that had come loose from her braid behind her ear, Harley finally released Dave and rested back on her heels, looking the younger man up and down as if appraising him. "Not bad, kiddo. You got your sister's good looks! You should get down on your knees and thank me properly," she added the last bit with her tongue poking out playfully. Dave laughed and condescendingly patted Harley on the top of her dark head. "Why? Is that the only way I can look you in the eye, shorty?" He laughed louder when she made to smack him on his arm and sidestepped the blow, unintentionally putting her in their mother and father's view. He could tell when Harley caught sight of them because her smile melted away into a grimace and her arms folded almost protectively over her chest.
Their father cleared his throat, gave the two a nod and started walking away, back to the truck while their mother met her daughter's eyes for only a moment before bowing her head and following after. Harley looked up at Dave and her brother shrugged his large shoulders, stuffing his hands in his pockets, any trace of mirth long since gone. "Welcome home," he said and they followed their parents out in silence.
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"Oooohwhee was that good!" Harley shouted into the night, raising her arms over her head in a languid stretch as her brother exited the small mom and pop restaurant behind her, rubbing his own belly and grinning, a toothpick between his lips. They stood there for a while, watching the snow fall down around them softly. "I forgot how pretty this po'dunk town can be... sometimes..." Harley added, barely above a whisper and Dave came to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. He didn't want to drive her to the small hotel room she had to get, he wanted her to come back to the house and stay in her own bedroom, the one right across the hall that was now filled with junk. It was getting late though and the temperature had dropped so low that even the pretty picture of snow falling around them wasn't enough to keep the siblings standing there much longer.
Still with his arm around her shoulders, Dave tugged her along and had them moving towards the parking lot on the side of the restaurant. "C'mon sis, lets go before we turn into Karof-sicles." They laughed at the old family joke and made their way to the big red truck Dave had bought himself one year ago when the wind carried a shout over to their ears. "Fuckin faggit likes laying on the ground, huh? Fine, easier to kick!" Both Karofskies heard it and both heads snapped over to look at the commotion going on over by the black explorer and the street lamp. "Oh my God! That kid's getting mugged!" Harley gasped out and Dave grunted in agreement, his arm squeezing his sister a bit more tightly until he caught a look at the guy's face between the men's legs. "That's Hummel!" He yelled out and his voice must of carried because one of the men looked over. Letting out a low growl, Dave charged the man as if he were wearing McKinley's football team rival colors, the other two scattering as Dave and their friend hit the snow and ice just a few feet away from Kurt.
Dave punched the man beneath him in the face once, twice, three times... There was blood on the snow now and he felt no urge to stop. How dare these assholes Push Kurt- he was Dave's to push! Only Dave could push Kurt, or slushie him, or throw him in a dumpster, or call him mean names...
Kurt still lay sprawled on the snow, staring wide eyed as his worst enemy was now his defender. And was Karofsky saying something? It almost sounded like "mine"? Kurt couldn't be sure since the word was surrounded by low growling and grunting noises, like a wolf and a pig going at it... Shit, had he hit his head? Kurt tentatively put a hand up to the back of his head but stopped his inspection when a woman came over and knelt beside him. "Are you ok, hun?" She asked, not even seeming to notice the bloodbath Karofsky was creating just feet away. Kurt dazedly looked up at the woman and was amazed to find a face very similar to Karofsky's looking back, only she wore an expression the other teen had certainly never worn around him. "Uh... Yeah? I think... My head hurts... And my butt, too," He babbled, looking back over at Karofsky who seemed to stop hitting the man at the mention of his injuries. The other teen looked over at him for a second as if trying to think (le gasp) of something to say. Finally Dave went back to hitting the man.
Harley picked up some snow, made a little ball, and hit her little brother in the back of the head with it. He turned and glared at her but Harley put an arm around Kurt's shoulder's and nudged him gently. "Hey sweetie, lets get you out of this ice, ok? And somewhere warm... Dave, put down the man and focus." Kurt stared up at the woman in awe as Karofsky listened to her, dropping the man and leaving him laying limp in the snow. The other teen stood to his 6'3 height and seemed to be waiting for instructions, his eyes glued to Kurt as Harley helped the smaller boy up. Kurt wondered what the hell was going on but, when he finally regained his footing and could stand by himself, turned to look down at the beaten man with a very cold expression that could give a polar bear chills. "It's faggOt, you imbecile," he said lowly and kicked the man in the head for good measure before turning to look up at the woman again, his hand going back up to his head to rub circles. "You mentioned some place warm?"
A/N: Most of this story is complete but I'm not going to be a butt and take forever to post it. You'll get another chapter in half an hour. ;)
Knight In Shining... Varsity Jacket?
Title: There's A Reason Why You're Here
Fandom: Glee
Character Pairings: Kurt/Karofsky, OC/Sue Sylvester
Rating: not sure so we'll just go with BAD! ;)
Chapters: 1/5
Summary: There's a reason for everything and everyone who comes into your life...
A/N: Takes place after "Never Been Kissed" but before the Christmas special.
First chapter will be short only so I can get this baby under way! Any comments, questions or ideas? Leave me a comment and I'll get back with you guys through the chappies!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't be a Sue.
Kurt Hummel was a paradox, a walking, talking and (sometimes) glittering contradiction. He wanted to be treated like a man but acted like a woman. He wanted to be accepted and yet stand out. He wanted a dramatic love of his own and yet was tired of the chase. On most days these contradictions weren't such a big problem- a slushie here, a rude remark there, possibly a shove into the lockers... However this all took place inside the walls of his high school, with his friends no more than a shout away. The streets seemed to be a much darker, colder, and scarier place. Darker because it was, in fact, night time. Colder because it was one week until Christmas and Mother Nature seemed to be on a snow flurry kick lately. And scarier because he was slowly being hunted down by three large men (not boys, they seemed to be in their late 20's, early 30's).
He had been out shopping for a present for Mr Schuester when it happened. Lost in a very long aisle of cds, Kurt had been fingering a collection of Journey's greatest hits when a blond haired lumber jack looking man bumped into him. The man glared but walked off so Kurt decided to ignore the incident. Buying the collection, Kurt left the store fifteen minutes later, humming softly to himself and smiling as he walked across the street to the now vacant parking lot the small collection of stores on this street shared for their customers. Wait, vacant? How late was it? Kurt took out his cell phone and looked at the time. 10:15! Dear GaGa, his dad was going to be upset!
Kurt picked up his pace and headed for his sleek little beauty, sitting prettily under one of the lamps, seemingly basking in the warm glow. There was a red pickup truck a few rows awayNot paying attention, Kurt flung his plastic bag of cds over his shoulder and began looking through his old text messages, trying to find one from Mercedes about a party tomorrow night. Suddenly the phone was smacked out of his hands and he was roughly shoved backwards, losing balance and falling on his butt amid the gray and black slush of the parking lot with a shout. Glaring up at the offender, Kurt grit his teeth when he saw it was the blond man from before, and he had brought back up.
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Dave felt like a kid again as the bubble of anticipation made him feel like a coffee maker, percolating until he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. His mother put a hand on his upper arm and Dave instantly remembered where (or rather who) he was and tried to calm down but it was so hard, as his tapping left foot showed the world. It had been three years since he had seen his older sister and he had missed her a lot, more than he could admit to to his parents.
She was five years his senior, a successful inker for Marvel comics, a proud mother... And gay. Or rather she was bisexual, but it all boiled down to the same thing in their parents' eyes and that was just no good. His sister and parents had had a falling out when she was seventeen because she wanted to bring a girl to prom as her date. She was kicked out of the house because she wouldn't back down and left to beg a room off of her friends' parents until school was over. Dave had been forbidden to speak with her while he was still living under his parents' roof and Dave had obeyed, fearing the same treatment his sister had received.
It wasn't until two years later when he had finally gotten up the courage to call her at his aunt's house. Ever since they had been talking at least twice a month and had remained quite close, without their parents' ever knowing. The only reason why she was flying into town now was because she had been left an inheritance from their now deceased uncle and Dave had convinced the three to spend some time together. And speak of the Devil...
Dave shrugged off his mom's arm and his father's warning glare and sprinted down the hallway when he caught sight of his sister. "Harley!" He greeted, stopping just a few feet away from plowing into her and smiling down. "Davey boy!" She grinned up at him and closed the distance, stepping up on her tip toes to wrap her arms around her little brother's neck. Harley and Dave had taken after their father, thick dark hair and slightly tanned skin, taller than average although she was still much shorter than him. Sweeping a black lock of hair that had come loose from her braid behind her ear, Harley finally released Dave and rested back on her heels, looking the younger man up and down as if appraising him. "Not bad, kiddo. You got your sister's good looks! You should get down on your knees and thank me properly," she added the last bit with her tongue poking out playfully. Dave laughed and condescendingly patted Harley on the top of her dark head. "Why? Is that the only way I can look you in the eye, shorty?" He laughed louder when she made to smack him on his arm and sidestepped the blow, unintentionally putting her in their mother and father's view. He could tell when Harley caught sight of them because her smile melted away into a grimace and her arms folded almost protectively over her chest.
Their father cleared his throat, gave the two a nod and started walking away, back to the truck while their mother met her daughter's eyes for only a moment before bowing her head and following after. Harley looked up at Dave and her brother shrugged his large shoulders, stuffing his hands in his pockets, any trace of mirth long since gone. "Welcome home," he said and they followed their parents out in silence.
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"Oooohwhee was that good!" Harley shouted into the night, raising her arms over her head in a languid stretch as her brother exited the small mom and pop restaurant behind her, rubbing his own belly and grinning, a toothpick between his lips. They stood there for a while, watching the snow fall down around them softly. "I forgot how pretty this po'dunk town can be... sometimes..." Harley added, barely above a whisper and Dave came to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. He didn't want to drive her to the small hotel room she had to get, he wanted her to come back to the house and stay in her own bedroom, the one right across the hall that was now filled with junk. It was getting late though and the temperature had dropped so low that even the pretty picture of snow falling around them wasn't enough to keep the siblings standing there much longer.
Still with his arm around her shoulders, Dave tugged her along and had them moving towards the parking lot on the side of the restaurant. "C'mon sis, lets go before we turn into Karof-sicles." They laughed at the old family joke and made their way to the big red truck Dave had bought himself one year ago when the wind carried a shout over to their ears. "Fuckin faggit likes laying on the ground, huh? Fine, easier to kick!" Both Karofskies heard it and both heads snapped over to look at the commotion going on over by the black explorer and the street lamp. "Oh my God! That kid's getting mugged!" Harley gasped out and Dave grunted in agreement, his arm squeezing his sister a bit more tightly until he caught a look at the guy's face between the men's legs. "That's Hummel!" He yelled out and his voice must of carried because one of the men looked over. Letting out a low growl, Dave charged the man as if he were wearing McKinley's football team rival colors, the other two scattering as Dave and their friend hit the snow and ice just a few feet away from Kurt.
Dave punched the man beneath him in the face once, twice, three times... There was blood on the snow now and he felt no urge to stop. How dare these assholes Push Kurt- he was Dave's to push! Only Dave could push Kurt, or slushie him, or throw him in a dumpster, or call him mean names...
Kurt still lay sprawled on the snow, staring wide eyed as his worst enemy was now his defender. And was Karofsky saying something? It almost sounded like "mine"? Kurt couldn't be sure since the word was surrounded by low growling and grunting noises, like a wolf and a pig going at it... Shit, had he hit his head? Kurt tentatively put a hand up to the back of his head but stopped his inspection when a woman came over and knelt beside him. "Are you ok, hun?" She asked, not even seeming to notice the bloodbath Karofsky was creating just feet away. Kurt dazedly looked up at the woman and was amazed to find a face very similar to Karofsky's looking back, only she wore an expression the other teen had certainly never worn around him. "Uh... Yeah? I think... My head hurts... And my butt, too," He babbled, looking back over at Karofsky who seemed to stop hitting the man at the mention of his injuries. The other teen looked over at him for a second as if trying to think (le gasp) of something to say. Finally Dave went back to hitting the man.
Harley picked up some snow, made a little ball, and hit her little brother in the back of the head with it. He turned and glared at her but Harley put an arm around Kurt's shoulder's and nudged him gently. "Hey sweetie, lets get you out of this ice, ok? And somewhere warm... Dave, put down the man and focus." Kurt stared up at the woman in awe as Karofsky listened to her, dropping the man and leaving him laying limp in the snow. The other teen stood to his 6'3 height and seemed to be waiting for instructions, his eyes glued to Kurt as Harley helped the smaller boy up. Kurt wondered what the hell was going on but, when he finally regained his footing and could stand by himself, turned to look down at the beaten man with a very cold expression that could give a polar bear chills. "It's faggOt, you imbecile," he said lowly and kicked the man in the head for good measure before turning to look up at the woman again, his hand going back up to his head to rub circles. "You mentioned some place warm?"
A/N: Most of this story is complete but I'm not going to be a butt and take forever to post it. You'll get another chapter in half an hour. ;)