Fic: David Karofsky's "Sing-A-Long Blog" - 13/?
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ACT III
School
“Perfect Story”
Dave grinned as he walked through the halls, seeing everyone on their phones. He knew exactly what they were watching. Az had forced him to watch the video during lunch and the words still echoed through his mind…
“Just as my pre-poll poll looks promising for student body president candidate, Kurt Hummel, it seems that his boyfriend, student body treasurer candidate, Blaine Anderson, has some stiff competition. As announced this morning student body secretary candidate, David Karofsky, announced his last minute run for treasurer as well. Will McKinley be overtaken by gays? Or will we be enforced to endure a reign that will surely be frought with teenage angst as the school’s gayest boy takes office alongside his former tormenter.”
As annoying as the boy was, Jacob Ben Israel was doing a lot of Dave’s campaigning for him. Az had even suggested paying the boy off to do it “officially.” Az had let it drop when Dave pointed out that Jacob would report it as a bribe.
So they say Captain Hammer’s become a crusader,
Political, he’s cleanin’ up the streets.
(About time)
For now, Dave listened to the reactions, scoping out exactly what he’d have to do to win more people over.
“I hear he’s planning on adding a fashion segment to the morning announcements,” said one girl.
“I heard it was Blaine’s idea,” said another.
“Well I definitely think it should be added. It doesn’t matter who thought of it,” said a third.
Dave rolled his eyes. Why did girls care so much about fashion? It would change again in a few months anyways. Ignoring the group of freshmen he moved on towards his next class.
So they say it’s real love
So romantic
He signed this.
“Wouldn’t two gay guys bein’ in charge be kinda gross?” said a sophomore guy. “I mean, you think they’d use their power to, like… make out all the time?”
“Dude, do you know Kurt Hummel?” replied a fellow football player, “He’s such a prude he probably wouldn’t even pretend to make out with a girl for a play.”
“Ohmygod, Jakey-Poo! Blaine gave me a rose because I said I’d vote for him!”
Dave winced at the piercing tone of “Jakey-Poo’s” girlfriend. It was good to know one of Blaine’s tactics, but he bit his cheek to keep from attacking the guy that called Kurt a prude.
So they say we’ll have blankets and beds.
We can open by Monday
Thanks to you.
(Thanks to me.)
“Blaine. You got all of these buttons for me? You didn’t have to do that. I’m still ahead in the polls.”
Dave paused at the corner, peeking around to see Blaine and Kurt by the older boy’s locker.
“It wasn’t hard, Kurt,” said Blaine. “My dad just needed to hear that it would be good for a college application and gave me some money for our campaign.”
Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine’s cheek and taking his hand as they walked away. Dave saw a button on the floor and moved forward to pick it up. He couldn’t stop the glare when he saw the words “Vote Blaine & Kurt for Prez & Trez” framing a picture of the couple’s faces. What did Kurt see in that boy?
It’s the perfect story
So they say
A hero leading the way
Hammer’s call to glory
Let’s all be our best
(Next up, who’s gay?)
As Dave sat down in his classroom, taking the last seat in the second row, he could hear an update to Jacob’s blog playing on another phone.
“It’s a classic Disney-like story. The underdog girl, the top of the pyramid cheerleader, and the outcast gay, all running for president. Who will win? Who will lose? And who will go to any lengths to get to the top? And tune in later today to find out if Quinn Fabray is really gay for Rachel Berry.”
The teacher gave him a dirty look when Dave let out a laugh. His only reply was, “Vote David Karofsky for Treasurer and Secretary,” before the bell rang and the phone behind him was put away as class began.
So they say he saved her life.
They say she works with the homeless,
And doesn’t eat meat.
We have a problem with her.
This is his hair.
Gossip started up again as soon as Dave was out of class. Really, he was going to have to start listening in more. This was all very amusing.
“Rachel is involved in a lot of school programs. She’d be fair to all of the students.”
Finally, it sounded like the juniors knew what was important.
“But she’s a vegetarian. What if she makes the cafeteria only serve vegetarian food?”
Or maybe not.
“Good point. I guess Blaine’s much nicer than her anyways. He complimented my hair today.”
Okay, that didn’t sound quite right. It wasn’t Blaine running against Rachel. Frowning a bit, Dave headed towards the chorus room.
This is so nice
I just might sleep with the same girl twice
They say it’s better the second time
They say you get to do the weird stuff.
(We do the weird stuff)
Once again, Dave was forced to wait until Kurt and Blaine moved out of the hallway. And again, he couldn’t help but overhear the conversation.
“Hey, babe,” said Blaine, kissing Kurt’s cheek. “I had fun last night.”
Kurt chuckled, “I did too, Blaine.”
“What are the chances of getting a second go around before glee today?”
Kurt nudged him away slightly, his smile turning a bit more forced. “Not in school, Blaine. And practice is in five minutes. There’s no way we could get there on time.”
“We’d only be a few minutes late. Five at the most.”
“That’s not something to be proud of, Blaine.”
“I’d take the chance to get with you,” said a cheerleader walking past.
Dave glanced over just in time to see Blaine wink at the girl as she passed. God, could the boy be anymore of a douchebag? Kurt was standing right there.
Kurt just rolled his eyes, almost fondly and kissed Blaine on the cheek. “Get your stuff out of your locker so I don’t have to wait on you after practice. I’ll see you in the choir room.”
This is perfect for me
So they say
I guess he’s pretty ok
After years of stormy sailing
Have I finally found the bay?
“Kurt, what are you talking about? Blaine’s the perfect boyfriend.”
Dave paused outside the room, hearing Mercedes speak to Kurt.
“I know, ‘Cedes. But do you think he’s almost… too good to be true?”
“Hmm, maybe. But I think he’s even more perfect than that. Face it, Kurt, you’ve got a happy ending with Blaine.”
Not able to listen anymore, Dave walked in, cutting their conversation short. It wasn’t long before others filed in behind him. Blaine being the last. Again.
“There’s no happy ending
So they say,” Dave kept himself from looking over at Kurt too much as they practiced the song.
“Not for me any way.” Okay, hopefully no one saw that particularly longing look. Then again he could probably play it off as practicing for the stage.
“Should I stop pretending?
Take a chance to build a brand new day (Or is this a brand new day?)”
As they were leaving practice an hour later, Dave was smiling like an idiot. But no, it was not because of the shy smile Kurt gave him when they parted ways. It wasn’t.
This is his dry-cleaning bill
Four sweater-vests.
“Hey, Blaine!”
And just like that Dave’s mood flew out the window when he heard Tina in another hall.
“Blaine, you forgot your music,” she said, apparently catching up to the boy.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” was Blaine’s clearly flirty reply.
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