Fic: Liberty - Chapter 16
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.
Chapter 1
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
The next morning Dave woke up in his mother’s arms. He only allowed himself a few minutes to enjoy it before he started making fun of himself. He was in high school, he did not sleep with his mother unless they shared a bed in a hotel. That thought, however, led him to think of his dad, and he suddenly didn’t feel like going to school.
He lied there, listening to his mother sleep, debating if he wanted to convince her to let him stay. Then he realized that staying home would just allow him to think about all his problems, uninterrupted, which he definitely did not need. Where as, going to school he’d be able to talk to his friends and put off his problems until later that night.
Making up his mind, he carefully got out of bed, not wanting to wake his mom. Going to his room he began his usual school morning routine. Just before walking out the door Dave decided to write a little note, just to let his mother bask in the mother-son bonding of the night before like he was able to do when he first woke up.
Love you Mom. -David
Oh, and tell Dad the same when he comes home at lunch.
He realized that the idea of school distracting him from his home life was pretty accurate when he walked in later that afternoon to find his father in the living room. Dave hadn’t even thought of him all day. Thinking about it, Colton hadn’t even mentioned him on their phone conversations.
“Um… what are you doing home, Dad?” Dave asked, trying to act as if the man hadn’t been gone since Sunday. “Don’t you usually work later?”
Dave saw the slightest smile on his face, as if he was grateful for the attempt at normalcy and knew it was his fault in the first place that it wasn’t already there. Paul shrugged, “I got off early today.”
“No,” said Dave’s mom, walking into the room with an ice pack, “He got suspended for two weeks.”
“At half pay,” added Paul, as if to emphasis that it was only temporary and that they’d survive it perfectly fine. He took the ice pack from his wife and put it on his right hand, hissing at the cold.
“What happened?” asked Dave, still confused as to why he was at home and not a hotel and why he was icing his hand.
“Your father punched a co-worker,” said his mom, her tone showing just how much she disapproved.
“No, I knocked out a co-worker,” corrected Paul.
“Dude!” said Dave, walking further into the room, forgetting that he was semi-estranged from his dad. “Was it that Philips guy? He’s always talking shit but I knew he’d never be able to back it up.”
“David, watch your language,” said his mom, voice stern. “Besides, your father would never punch someone that didn’t deserve it, especially not at work. He knows he could take Mr. Philips, along with everyone else in that office, he would never throw away his career over a man like that.”
“Then who did you hit?” asked Dave, intrigued. “And why did he deserve it?”
“It was Adams,” was his dad’s only reply.
Dave stared, confused, until it all clicked. “You knocked out Azimio’s dad? But you’ve been friends since college. What did he do?”
“He…” Paul looked away, taking a deep breath. “He was saying how his son came home, complaining about how a pair of… homos threw a slushy at him. Adams said he was going to complain to the principle that fa- homos shouldn’t be allowed at the school.”
Dave was so shocked he didn’t understand what all of this meant, so he said the first thing that came to mind. “It wasn’t Kurt or Puck that threw the slushy. It was me.”
Paul looked up in surprise, also forgetting the more important meaning behind all this. “Why would you throw a slushy at your best friend?”
“He isn’t my best friend anymore. Hell, he isn’t even my friend. I told him on the first day of school that I wouldn’t be a bully anymore and we parted ways then. The slushy was meant for Puck, and I decided to throw it on the guy who deserved it more.”
“I’m so proud of you, David,” whispered his mom.
Dave chuckled. “Mom, if any teacher had seen that, I would have gotten in trouble.”
“About the bullying, sweetie,” she corrected, “Though I don’t really care about the slushy. Just as long as he deserved it.”
“He did.” Dave looked back at his dad, about to change the subject when the entire conversation caught up to him. “You punched him because he was homo-bashing?”
Paul only nodded.
“Did you say anything? Does everyone at work know about me?” Dave wouldn’t have cared, but it was a small town, half the office had kids at McKinley and rumors spread like wildfires in towns like Lima.
Taking a deep breath Paul shook his head. “I don’t think so. I managed to mumble something about the Hummels, so I think they assume I was defending Kurt.” Then he looked up, sadness in his eyes. “But I had to tell my boss, David. I told him that you were gay, that I was having trouble accepting it, and that I must have let out my anger on Adams. I said that it would never happen again, at least not at the office, and that I wanted some vacation days off to cool down and get my act together.”
“So he comes home instead with a bruised hand, one week unpaid-suspension and another week of paid-vacation,” complained his mom. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you boys.”
“I thought it was two weeks with half pay,” pointed out Dave.
“It sounds better than an unpaid suspension,” explained Paul. “It’s purely for my own self-esteem. I’ve had a spotless record at work.”
“Which is probably the only reason why you still have a job,” Dave’s mom scoffed.
Dave grinned in amusement, but kept his gaze on his father. “So are you going back to the hotel, or are you staying here for the night?” he asked softly.
Paul closed his eyes, pain clear on his face. When he opened them again, his eyes were clear and looking straight at his son. “I paid for this house. I better damn well use it.” He put a hand out to David and added, “Besides, I missed my family.”
Dave swallowed back the tears and took his dad’s hand, helping him to his feet. They pulled each other into a tight hug, standing in silence in the center of the living room. “I missed you, too, Dad,” Dave spoke into Paul’s shoulder.
It was emotional and Dave was relieved to find his face dry when he pulled away. Though he couldn’t say the same about Paul’s shoulder where Dave had been pressing his face. He glanced at his mom, who was sobbing openly and went over to her.
“Can we get Thai and watch a movie tonight?” he asked, trying to bring up the mood. Thai was his mom’s favorite, and while he and his dad had been struggling, she had been forced to choose between husband and son, and she deserved a little pampering.
She only nodded, but the name of the chick flick she wanted to watch rolled off her tongue as if she had been waiting for him to offer the chance. They all went into the kitchen to order and then Dave excused himself to go call Colton once more before the food arrived.
Colton answered on the second ring. “Hey, Teddy Bear, what’s up?”
It was normal for Dave to call at least three times after school ended. Even if it was as simple as telling Colton to watch a video on youtube real quick so they could laugh at it together. But that hadn’t prepared Colton for what came out of Dave’s mouth.
“My dad’s back.”
Silence, then, “Huh?”
Dave laughed. “Colton, my dad’s back! Azimio’s dad was trashing Puck and Kurt and my dad knocked him out with one punch. He’s got two weeks suspension at half pay, but he’s home.”
“That’s great, Dave,” said Colton, his voice sincere.
There was a few moments of silence before Dave added, “We’re a family again.”
“Babe that’s wonderful.”
Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Dave change the subject. “So this weekend is your fall break, right?”
“Yeah, I’m staying late tomorrow to finish off the major homework assignments then heading home. I’ll be getting back too late to see you, but I’ll call once I’m home if you’d like.”
“Yeah, do that.” Dave sat on his bed, debating if he was ready for what he wanted to say next. Biting his lip he whispered, “Want to pick me up from school on Thursday?”
“What?” asked Colton, not sure of what he was hearing.
“Pick me up from school on Thursday. Knowing I’ll be seeing you will make the day go that much quicker, and… I want you to meet my friends.”
He was greeted with silence before he hear the whispered, “Yes, David, I want to meet your friends too.”
“Great,” said Dave, not wanting to dwell on just how big a step this really was. “Show up by four. The football and glee practices are cut short for parent/teacher conferences that night. I’ll get them all to meet me in the front. I’m sure they’ll all be excited to meet my significant other.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, your dad just came home after leaving for three nights because he couldn’t live under the same roof as a homosexual.”
“They accepted Puck dating Kurt just fine. And Kurt already knows, so he’ll be able to keep them off my back if any of them still have hard feelings. Besides, it’d be nice to vent about my home life to them. It was almost harder these past two days because I couldn’t tell them why my dad wasn’t at home.”
“You told them that your dad left?”
“No, and that’s why. If I did, then they’d ask why, and I’d have to tell the truth anyway. I’ve been talking a lot more with them lately, but I still can tell that I can’t completely be myself. And watching all of them just relax and let go all the time? I’m jealous of that. God, Colton, I just want a bit of liberty to be completely who I am around them. And by keeping this in I’ve taken that from myself.”
“Wow, babe, I’ve forgotten how deep you can get.”
“Shut up, Colton,” laughed Dave.
“Okay, so I’ll see you Thursday afternoon.”
“Yeah, see you then.”
“I love you, David.”
“Love you, too, Colton.”
Dave hung up and smiled. He could already taste that liberty. Standing up, he opened his door to go back downstairs with his parents and froze when he saw his father standing across from him.
“Dad?” he asked, suddenly nervous.
“So you really love him?” asked Paul.
Dave nodded. “Yeah, I really do.”
“I haven’t accepted it completely, David,” said Paul softly. “I’m trying though. I want to.”
“Colton’s dad had trouble, too, Dad. Maybe you could talk to him? I’m even sure Mr. Hummel would help you out.”
Paul nodded. “I talked to him a few times this weekend, but he seemed a little distracted.”
Dave chuckled. “That’s because Kurt just started dating the straightest boy at McKinley. I heard it made Finn Hudson implode a little.”
Paul laughed at that. He was familiar with Finn from football. He didn’t reply, and when Dave moved to go downstairs Paul whispered, “I’m sorry about Friday night, son. You weren’t supposed to be the one to leave.”
Dave froze, his back to his dad. “I know. Mom told me on Saturday. I’m sorry that I overreacted and didn’t wait for an explanation.”
“I shouldn’t have given you a reason to overreact in the first place.” Paul smacked a hand onto Dave’s back, rubbing slightly as he moved forward. “Now let’s go torture ourselves for your mother’s sake. She said that movie’s supposed to be a tear jerker or something.”
“But it has Alex Pettyfer in it, Dad,” joked Dave. When he saw his dad’s uncomfortable expression he laughed. “Relax dad, I may decide to watch a movie for the good looking actors, but I’ll still choose chick flicks last. I still love action flicks the most.”
“That’s good to know, son.”
TBC...
Chapter 17
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.
Chapter 1
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
The next morning Dave woke up in his mother’s arms. He only allowed himself a few minutes to enjoy it before he started making fun of himself. He was in high school, he did not sleep with his mother unless they shared a bed in a hotel. That thought, however, led him to think of his dad, and he suddenly didn’t feel like going to school.
He lied there, listening to his mother sleep, debating if he wanted to convince her to let him stay. Then he realized that staying home would just allow him to think about all his problems, uninterrupted, which he definitely did not need. Where as, going to school he’d be able to talk to his friends and put off his problems until later that night.
Making up his mind, he carefully got out of bed, not wanting to wake his mom. Going to his room he began his usual school morning routine. Just before walking out the door Dave decided to write a little note, just to let his mother bask in the mother-son bonding of the night before like he was able to do when he first woke up.
Love you Mom. -David
Oh, and tell Dad the same when he comes home at lunch.
He realized that the idea of school distracting him from his home life was pretty accurate when he walked in later that afternoon to find his father in the living room. Dave hadn’t even thought of him all day. Thinking about it, Colton hadn’t even mentioned him on their phone conversations.
“Um… what are you doing home, Dad?” Dave asked, trying to act as if the man hadn’t been gone since Sunday. “Don’t you usually work later?”
Dave saw the slightest smile on his face, as if he was grateful for the attempt at normalcy and knew it was his fault in the first place that it wasn’t already there. Paul shrugged, “I got off early today.”
“No,” said Dave’s mom, walking into the room with an ice pack, “He got suspended for two weeks.”
“At half pay,” added Paul, as if to emphasis that it was only temporary and that they’d survive it perfectly fine. He took the ice pack from his wife and put it on his right hand, hissing at the cold.
“What happened?” asked Dave, still confused as to why he was at home and not a hotel and why he was icing his hand.
“Your father punched a co-worker,” said his mom, her tone showing just how much she disapproved.
“No, I knocked out a co-worker,” corrected Paul.
“Dude!” said Dave, walking further into the room, forgetting that he was semi-estranged from his dad. “Was it that Philips guy? He’s always talking shit but I knew he’d never be able to back it up.”
“David, watch your language,” said his mom, voice stern. “Besides, your father would never punch someone that didn’t deserve it, especially not at work. He knows he could take Mr. Philips, along with everyone else in that office, he would never throw away his career over a man like that.”
“Then who did you hit?” asked Dave, intrigued. “And why did he deserve it?”
“It was Adams,” was his dad’s only reply.
Dave stared, confused, until it all clicked. “You knocked out Azimio’s dad? But you’ve been friends since college. What did he do?”
“He…” Paul looked away, taking a deep breath. “He was saying how his son came home, complaining about how a pair of… homos threw a slushy at him. Adams said he was going to complain to the principle that fa- homos shouldn’t be allowed at the school.”
Dave was so shocked he didn’t understand what all of this meant, so he said the first thing that came to mind. “It wasn’t Kurt or Puck that threw the slushy. It was me.”
Paul looked up in surprise, also forgetting the more important meaning behind all this. “Why would you throw a slushy at your best friend?”
“He isn’t my best friend anymore. Hell, he isn’t even my friend. I told him on the first day of school that I wouldn’t be a bully anymore and we parted ways then. The slushy was meant for Puck, and I decided to throw it on the guy who deserved it more.”
“I’m so proud of you, David,” whispered his mom.
Dave chuckled. “Mom, if any teacher had seen that, I would have gotten in trouble.”
“About the bullying, sweetie,” she corrected, “Though I don’t really care about the slushy. Just as long as he deserved it.”
“He did.” Dave looked back at his dad, about to change the subject when the entire conversation caught up to him. “You punched him because he was homo-bashing?”
Paul only nodded.
“Did you say anything? Does everyone at work know about me?” Dave wouldn’t have cared, but it was a small town, half the office had kids at McKinley and rumors spread like wildfires in towns like Lima.
Taking a deep breath Paul shook his head. “I don’t think so. I managed to mumble something about the Hummels, so I think they assume I was defending Kurt.” Then he looked up, sadness in his eyes. “But I had to tell my boss, David. I told him that you were gay, that I was having trouble accepting it, and that I must have let out my anger on Adams. I said that it would never happen again, at least not at the office, and that I wanted some vacation days off to cool down and get my act together.”
“So he comes home instead with a bruised hand, one week unpaid-suspension and another week of paid-vacation,” complained his mom. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you boys.”
“I thought it was two weeks with half pay,” pointed out Dave.
“It sounds better than an unpaid suspension,” explained Paul. “It’s purely for my own self-esteem. I’ve had a spotless record at work.”
“Which is probably the only reason why you still have a job,” Dave’s mom scoffed.
Dave grinned in amusement, but kept his gaze on his father. “So are you going back to the hotel, or are you staying here for the night?” he asked softly.
Paul closed his eyes, pain clear on his face. When he opened them again, his eyes were clear and looking straight at his son. “I paid for this house. I better damn well use it.” He put a hand out to David and added, “Besides, I missed my family.”
Dave swallowed back the tears and took his dad’s hand, helping him to his feet. They pulled each other into a tight hug, standing in silence in the center of the living room. “I missed you, too, Dad,” Dave spoke into Paul’s shoulder.
It was emotional and Dave was relieved to find his face dry when he pulled away. Though he couldn’t say the same about Paul’s shoulder where Dave had been pressing his face. He glanced at his mom, who was sobbing openly and went over to her.
“Can we get Thai and watch a movie tonight?” he asked, trying to bring up the mood. Thai was his mom’s favorite, and while he and his dad had been struggling, she had been forced to choose between husband and son, and she deserved a little pampering.
She only nodded, but the name of the chick flick she wanted to watch rolled off her tongue as if she had been waiting for him to offer the chance. They all went into the kitchen to order and then Dave excused himself to go call Colton once more before the food arrived.
Colton answered on the second ring. “Hey, Teddy Bear, what’s up?”
It was normal for Dave to call at least three times after school ended. Even if it was as simple as telling Colton to watch a video on youtube real quick so they could laugh at it together. But that hadn’t prepared Colton for what came out of Dave’s mouth.
“My dad’s back.”
Silence, then, “Huh?”
Dave laughed. “Colton, my dad’s back! Azimio’s dad was trashing Puck and Kurt and my dad knocked him out with one punch. He’s got two weeks suspension at half pay, but he’s home.”
“That’s great, Dave,” said Colton, his voice sincere.
There was a few moments of silence before Dave added, “We’re a family again.”
“Babe that’s wonderful.”
Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Dave change the subject. “So this weekend is your fall break, right?”
“Yeah, I’m staying late tomorrow to finish off the major homework assignments then heading home. I’ll be getting back too late to see you, but I’ll call once I’m home if you’d like.”
“Yeah, do that.” Dave sat on his bed, debating if he was ready for what he wanted to say next. Biting his lip he whispered, “Want to pick me up from school on Thursday?”
“What?” asked Colton, not sure of what he was hearing.
“Pick me up from school on Thursday. Knowing I’ll be seeing you will make the day go that much quicker, and… I want you to meet my friends.”
He was greeted with silence before he hear the whispered, “Yes, David, I want to meet your friends too.”
“Great,” said Dave, not wanting to dwell on just how big a step this really was. “Show up by four. The football and glee practices are cut short for parent/teacher conferences that night. I’ll get them all to meet me in the front. I’m sure they’ll all be excited to meet my significant other.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, your dad just came home after leaving for three nights because he couldn’t live under the same roof as a homosexual.”
“They accepted Puck dating Kurt just fine. And Kurt already knows, so he’ll be able to keep them off my back if any of them still have hard feelings. Besides, it’d be nice to vent about my home life to them. It was almost harder these past two days because I couldn’t tell them why my dad wasn’t at home.”
“You told them that your dad left?”
“No, and that’s why. If I did, then they’d ask why, and I’d have to tell the truth anyway. I’ve been talking a lot more with them lately, but I still can tell that I can’t completely be myself. And watching all of them just relax and let go all the time? I’m jealous of that. God, Colton, I just want a bit of liberty to be completely who I am around them. And by keeping this in I’ve taken that from myself.”
“Wow, babe, I’ve forgotten how deep you can get.”
“Shut up, Colton,” laughed Dave.
“Okay, so I’ll see you Thursday afternoon.”
“Yeah, see you then.”
“I love you, David.”
“Love you, too, Colton.”
Dave hung up and smiled. He could already taste that liberty. Standing up, he opened his door to go back downstairs with his parents and froze when he saw his father standing across from him.
“Dad?” he asked, suddenly nervous.
“So you really love him?” asked Paul.
Dave nodded. “Yeah, I really do.”
“I haven’t accepted it completely, David,” said Paul softly. “I’m trying though. I want to.”
“Colton’s dad had trouble, too, Dad. Maybe you could talk to him? I’m even sure Mr. Hummel would help you out.”
Paul nodded. “I talked to him a few times this weekend, but he seemed a little distracted.”
Dave chuckled. “That’s because Kurt just started dating the straightest boy at McKinley. I heard it made Finn Hudson implode a little.”
Paul laughed at that. He was familiar with Finn from football. He didn’t reply, and when Dave moved to go downstairs Paul whispered, “I’m sorry about Friday night, son. You weren’t supposed to be the one to leave.”
Dave froze, his back to his dad. “I know. Mom told me on Saturday. I’m sorry that I overreacted and didn’t wait for an explanation.”
“I shouldn’t have given you a reason to overreact in the first place.” Paul smacked a hand onto Dave’s back, rubbing slightly as he moved forward. “Now let’s go torture ourselves for your mother’s sake. She said that movie’s supposed to be a tear jerker or something.”
“But it has Alex Pettyfer in it, Dad,” joked Dave. When he saw his dad’s uncomfortable expression he laughed. “Relax dad, I may decide to watch a movie for the good looking actors, but I’ll still choose chick flicks last. I still love action flicks the most.”
“That’s good to know, son.”
TBC...
Chapter 17
Prompt Poll