Fic: Liberty - Chapter 14
Liberty
Pairings; Characters: Karofsky/OMC; Karofsky, OCs, Kurt, Puck, and the other Gleeks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: hot man on man love (eventually); no spoilers that I know of
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, just my OCs
Summary: Karofsky is bored, so he gets a motorcycle. However, he needs someone to help him fix up the junker he buys. But a motorcycle isn’t the only thing Colton helps Karofsky fix. A sister story to Freedom.
A/N: This next update is dedicated to RoseBelikov'at'Nyx.Vamp at FF.net who gave me such wonderful and detailed reviews. Thank you dear!
Chapter 1
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Monday morning was a welcome distraction from his weekend. Sure, he’d had a great time with Colton, and they’d made some more progress on his bike. But at home it got weird. His mom was still a little awkward, feeling guilty about Friday night. She really had nothing against him being gay, but having him walk out like that had been hard on her as well and they spent a majority of Saturday evening just trying to get back to where they had been before.
His dad had come back on Sunday around lunch and after some stilted conversation over the homemade meal he decided that it would be best for him to spend the night at the hotel again. Dave had been kind of bummed and spent the rest of the afternoon with Colton.
By the time he got home for dinner he was in such a good mood that he let his mom drag him into talking about his celebrity crushes.
Apparently they had the same taste, Alex Pettyfer at the top of both their lists, and it seemed, just like that, Dave was back to normal with his mom.
His hope for a happy household was crushed later that night. He’d only been asleep for an hour when he woke up having to go to the bathroom. After drying his hands he tiptoed back to his room but got distracted by a muffled noise in his parents’ room.
Quietly he walked over and peeked through the inch of open space in the door way, only to find his mom hugging his dad’s pillow to her chest as she cried. He had wanted to go comfort her, but was unsure if he would be welcomed, after all, he was, in some ways, responsible for those tears, whether indirectly or directly. After returning to his room he decided that if he found her crying again, he’d do something.
Hopefully she wouldn’t turn it away.
Having gone over this all again on the drive to school Dave prayed for a better distraction once there. He was surprised to realize it had been answered when he walked in to find Kurt leaning against his own locker, hugging books to his chest as Puckerman leaned over him, one hand on the lockers behind him, the other on his hip, and whispering in his ear. Dave held back the laugh at how teen movie-ish it was and decided to pass them on the long way to his own locker.
As he approached he saw Kurt notice him and start to blush. Dave just smirked and muttered, “About damn time,” as he passed.
All he heard from behind him was a confused, “Wha?” from Puck and an amused laugh from Kurt. Before he turned the corner he glanced back and saw that Kurt had pulled Puck in for a kiss and he couldn’t help but wish it was him in Puck’s place.
Then he thought of Colton and what it was like to sleep in bed with him and he smiled. Sure, it may have been great to be out with Kurt, but it somehow seemed a little better with Colton. He now knew that Kurt was just a crush that wouldn’t have gone much further than fantasies.
Colton was something serious that could go so much further, maybe past college.
He was thinking about his possible future so much that he didn’t notice Azimio walking towards him until he was right next to him.
“What do you want, Azimio?” Dave grumbled, upset that his good mood had been ruined.
“You hear how Puckerman caught the gay?” Azimio asked.
Dave sighed. He was tempted to argue that you didn’t catch gay, but that would most likely start a fight. “Yeah,” he mumbled instead, “I saw him with Hummel a few minutes ago.”
“Doesn’t that just rub you the wrong way?”
“What?” But before Dave could ask for clarification Azimio continued.
“Here’s the deal,” he said, leaning against the lockers and holding up a purple slushy that Dave realized he should have noticed earlier, “You throw this in his face, and we can be friends again.”
Dave closed his locker and turned to his ex-friend, trying to decide if Azimio was really that stupid. “Let me get this straight. I decided not to hang out with you because I don’t want to be a bully anymore. And you are saying that if I do this random act of bullying then we can hang again? Seriously?”
Azimio apparently took his disbelief as hope because he just grinned and nodded. “Yeah man, simple as that.” He shoved the slushy into Dave’s hands and stepped aside, his arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture.
Dave stared into the slushy, tempted to ask for its opinion on his old friend, and mumbled, “I can not believe I used to hang out with this guy.”
Then an idea hit him and he looked up, grinning. “Fine, I’ll go throw this at the loser. But you have to be there to see it.”
Azimio shrugged and followed Dave down the hallway.
Dave made sure to keep an eye on Azimio as they approached Kurt’s locker. Luckily the couple was still there. As they got closer, Dave could feel that old rush of adrenaline that came with throwing a slushy. Only this time it would be so much more satisfying.
“You’re gonna wanna see this, Puckerman,” he called out, meaning every word.
He stopped about a foot away and swung his arm out. He was grinning from ear to ear as he stood with his back to the biggest couple in school, facing Azimio, who was now covered in purple corn syrup and crushed ice.
“What the fuck, man!?” cried Azimio, trying to wipe the offending substance out of his eyes. “You said you would throw it at the loser!”
“I did,” said Dave, handing Puck the cup over his shoulder and crossing his arms.
“WHAT!?” Azimio screamed. “Dude we’re friends! You can’t do that! Man, this was going to wipe our slate clean, get you back on the top, man. Why couldn’t you have just hit the fuckin’ homo?”
Dave wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the adrenaline, but Azimio’s speech had him seeing red. “Can’t you get it throw your thick skull that I don’t want to be a bully anymore? And I don’t want to be friends with a bully either.”
Azimio shoved him in retaliation but Dave held his ground, taking a step closer, and raising his voice in the hopes that he would get through to the boy.
“Bullying will get you nowhere! But if that’s what you want to do to get to the top, then you won’t last a single fuckin’ year out of high school!”
He paused, taking a deep breath. “So just leave me and my real friends alone. If I so much as hear about one of them getting another slushy from you or any of your friends, then you best be prepared to get the same in return.”
Azimio narrowed his eyes, but Dave couldn’t tell if it was from the burn or the anger. “I’d like to see you try,” hissed Azimio. “Those gleeks couldn’t hurt a fly.”
Just then Puck took a step forward. “You wanna bet? I’d listen to him, cause we’d all like the chance to get even with you guys. Who knows, you could end up with a two for one deal on them slushies. One for us, two for you.”
Azimio growled in frustration before rubbing at his eyes and turning to stalk away. When he mumbled something about a butt fuck, Dave was sure to hold Puck back with an arm across his waist.
“Just leave it,” said Dave, nudging the other jock to go back to his boyfriend.
Dave waited until Azimio was around the corner and probably in the locker room before turning to Puck and Kurt. What he found instead was an entire hallway full of people, staring at him.
“Thanks Puck,” he said, voice low. Even though it didn’t really matter since there was no other noises in the hallway. “If it wasn’t for the slushy I think we’d all be fighting right now.”
Puck grinned. “No problem.” He put his arm around Kurt who Dave just realized looked close to tears.
But instead of crying, or saying anything he just started to clap. That started the few gleeks that were around to start clapping and soon Dave found himself surrounded by applause. He could feel himself blushing at all the attention. He had no idea what to do, so he just sort of stood there, shuffling around.
He was rescued when the warning bell sounded and the applause was replaced by the rumble of conversation as the students started to clear out. A few of the guys from glee gave him a pat on the back, but otherwise everyone headed off to their classes as if nothing had happened.
Dave just gave a half wave to Kurt and Puck before turning to go to his own class, surprised that he’d managed to avoid any teachers. He was a few feet from the door when a hand slapped onto his shoulder and stopped him. Turning around he swallowed at the sight of Coach Beiste standing in front of him.
He knew it was too good to be true. Not only had he admitted to purposely throwing a slushy at someone, but he’d threatened to do it again. It didn’t help that it was a team member and their coach had caught him.
“I’m proud of you, Karofsky,” said Beiste.
That made Dave pause. What? “Umm…”
“Did that have anything to do with those other times I saw you and Azimio exchanging words?”
Dave nodded, still a little confused.
Beiste nodded. “Good, then I guess it won’t happen again. What you did was good, Karofsky.” Then she turned to walk away before looking back and adding with a wink, “Though, all I know is hearsay so I can’t say anything.”
Dave grinned and nodded, walking into his first period class.
TBC...
Chapter 15
Prompt Poll
Pairings; Characters: Karofsky/OMC; Karofsky, OCs, Kurt, Puck, and the other Gleeks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: hot man on man love (eventually); no spoilers that I know of
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, just my OCs
Summary: Karofsky is bored, so he gets a motorcycle. However, he needs someone to help him fix up the junker he buys. But a motorcycle isn’t the only thing Colton helps Karofsky fix. A sister story to Freedom.
A/N: This next update is dedicated to RoseBelikov'at'Nyx.Vamp at FF.net who gave me such wonderful and detailed reviews. Thank you dear!
Chapter 1
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Monday morning was a welcome distraction from his weekend. Sure, he’d had a great time with Colton, and they’d made some more progress on his bike. But at home it got weird. His mom was still a little awkward, feeling guilty about Friday night. She really had nothing against him being gay, but having him walk out like that had been hard on her as well and they spent a majority of Saturday evening just trying to get back to where they had been before.
His dad had come back on Sunday around lunch and after some stilted conversation over the homemade meal he decided that it would be best for him to spend the night at the hotel again. Dave had been kind of bummed and spent the rest of the afternoon with Colton.
By the time he got home for dinner he was in such a good mood that he let his mom drag him into talking about his celebrity crushes.
Apparently they had the same taste, Alex Pettyfer at the top of both their lists, and it seemed, just like that, Dave was back to normal with his mom.
His hope for a happy household was crushed later that night. He’d only been asleep for an hour when he woke up having to go to the bathroom. After drying his hands he tiptoed back to his room but got distracted by a muffled noise in his parents’ room.
Quietly he walked over and peeked through the inch of open space in the door way, only to find his mom hugging his dad’s pillow to her chest as she cried. He had wanted to go comfort her, but was unsure if he would be welcomed, after all, he was, in some ways, responsible for those tears, whether indirectly or directly. After returning to his room he decided that if he found her crying again, he’d do something.
Hopefully she wouldn’t turn it away.
Having gone over this all again on the drive to school Dave prayed for a better distraction once there. He was surprised to realize it had been answered when he walked in to find Kurt leaning against his own locker, hugging books to his chest as Puckerman leaned over him, one hand on the lockers behind him, the other on his hip, and whispering in his ear. Dave held back the laugh at how teen movie-ish it was and decided to pass them on the long way to his own locker.
As he approached he saw Kurt notice him and start to blush. Dave just smirked and muttered, “About damn time,” as he passed.
All he heard from behind him was a confused, “Wha?” from Puck and an amused laugh from Kurt. Before he turned the corner he glanced back and saw that Kurt had pulled Puck in for a kiss and he couldn’t help but wish it was him in Puck’s place.
Then he thought of Colton and what it was like to sleep in bed with him and he smiled. Sure, it may have been great to be out with Kurt, but it somehow seemed a little better with Colton. He now knew that Kurt was just a crush that wouldn’t have gone much further than fantasies.
Colton was something serious that could go so much further, maybe past college.
He was thinking about his possible future so much that he didn’t notice Azimio walking towards him until he was right next to him.
“What do you want, Azimio?” Dave grumbled, upset that his good mood had been ruined.
“You hear how Puckerman caught the gay?” Azimio asked.
Dave sighed. He was tempted to argue that you didn’t catch gay, but that would most likely start a fight. “Yeah,” he mumbled instead, “I saw him with Hummel a few minutes ago.”
“Doesn’t that just rub you the wrong way?”
“What?” But before Dave could ask for clarification Azimio continued.
“Here’s the deal,” he said, leaning against the lockers and holding up a purple slushy that Dave realized he should have noticed earlier, “You throw this in his face, and we can be friends again.”
Dave closed his locker and turned to his ex-friend, trying to decide if Azimio was really that stupid. “Let me get this straight. I decided not to hang out with you because I don’t want to be a bully anymore. And you are saying that if I do this random act of bullying then we can hang again? Seriously?”
Azimio apparently took his disbelief as hope because he just grinned and nodded. “Yeah man, simple as that.” He shoved the slushy into Dave’s hands and stepped aside, his arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture.
Dave stared into the slushy, tempted to ask for its opinion on his old friend, and mumbled, “I can not believe I used to hang out with this guy.”
Then an idea hit him and he looked up, grinning. “Fine, I’ll go throw this at the loser. But you have to be there to see it.”
Azimio shrugged and followed Dave down the hallway.
Dave made sure to keep an eye on Azimio as they approached Kurt’s locker. Luckily the couple was still there. As they got closer, Dave could feel that old rush of adrenaline that came with throwing a slushy. Only this time it would be so much more satisfying.
“You’re gonna wanna see this, Puckerman,” he called out, meaning every word.
He stopped about a foot away and swung his arm out. He was grinning from ear to ear as he stood with his back to the biggest couple in school, facing Azimio, who was now covered in purple corn syrup and crushed ice.
“What the fuck, man!?” cried Azimio, trying to wipe the offending substance out of his eyes. “You said you would throw it at the loser!”
“I did,” said Dave, handing Puck the cup over his shoulder and crossing his arms.
“WHAT!?” Azimio screamed. “Dude we’re friends! You can’t do that! Man, this was going to wipe our slate clean, get you back on the top, man. Why couldn’t you have just hit the fuckin’ homo?”
Dave wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the adrenaline, but Azimio’s speech had him seeing red. “Can’t you get it throw your thick skull that I don’t want to be a bully anymore? And I don’t want to be friends with a bully either.”
Azimio shoved him in retaliation but Dave held his ground, taking a step closer, and raising his voice in the hopes that he would get through to the boy.
“Bullying will get you nowhere! But if that’s what you want to do to get to the top, then you won’t last a single fuckin’ year out of high school!”
He paused, taking a deep breath. “So just leave me and my real friends alone. If I so much as hear about one of them getting another slushy from you or any of your friends, then you best be prepared to get the same in return.”
Azimio narrowed his eyes, but Dave couldn’t tell if it was from the burn or the anger. “I’d like to see you try,” hissed Azimio. “Those gleeks couldn’t hurt a fly.”
Just then Puck took a step forward. “You wanna bet? I’d listen to him, cause we’d all like the chance to get even with you guys. Who knows, you could end up with a two for one deal on them slushies. One for us, two for you.”
Azimio growled in frustration before rubbing at his eyes and turning to stalk away. When he mumbled something about a butt fuck, Dave was sure to hold Puck back with an arm across his waist.
“Just leave it,” said Dave, nudging the other jock to go back to his boyfriend.
Dave waited until Azimio was around the corner and probably in the locker room before turning to Puck and Kurt. What he found instead was an entire hallway full of people, staring at him.
“Thanks Puck,” he said, voice low. Even though it didn’t really matter since there was no other noises in the hallway. “If it wasn’t for the slushy I think we’d all be fighting right now.”
Puck grinned. “No problem.” He put his arm around Kurt who Dave just realized looked close to tears.
But instead of crying, or saying anything he just started to clap. That started the few gleeks that were around to start clapping and soon Dave found himself surrounded by applause. He could feel himself blushing at all the attention. He had no idea what to do, so he just sort of stood there, shuffling around.
He was rescued when the warning bell sounded and the applause was replaced by the rumble of conversation as the students started to clear out. A few of the guys from glee gave him a pat on the back, but otherwise everyone headed off to their classes as if nothing had happened.
Dave just gave a half wave to Kurt and Puck before turning to go to his own class, surprised that he’d managed to avoid any teachers. He was a few feet from the door when a hand slapped onto his shoulder and stopped him. Turning around he swallowed at the sight of Coach Beiste standing in front of him.
He knew it was too good to be true. Not only had he admitted to purposely throwing a slushy at someone, but he’d threatened to do it again. It didn’t help that it was a team member and their coach had caught him.
“I’m proud of you, Karofsky,” said Beiste.
That made Dave pause. What? “Umm…”
“Did that have anything to do with those other times I saw you and Azimio exchanging words?”
Dave nodded, still a little confused.
Beiste nodded. “Good, then I guess it won’t happen again. What you did was good, Karofsky.” Then she turned to walk away before looking back and adding with a wink, “Though, all I know is hearsay so I can’t say anything.”
Dave grinned and nodded, walking into his first period class.
TBC...
Chapter 15
Prompt Poll