Fic: David Karofsky's "Sing-A-Long Blog" - 14/?
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A/N: So, I get into depressed funks. I don't like them. But it happens. During those funks I rarely feel like writing or doing anything other than reading (usually fan fiction). Anyways, I made a comment on tumblr about it, and I'd just like to thank wickedwhiskeygirl and churchofpoetry for their support. And just in case you didn't see, I have officially completed the story (despite my funk) so I think it'll be posts everyday, either shorter or the same length. Thanks for baring with me. :)
Also, this may be the only update today, but as I said, you will be getting one tomorrow. :D
Auditorium
“Thank you McKinley students for attending today’s campaign speeches. We’ll get to the presidential speeches in a few moments. First we have our candidates for treasurer.”
Dave rolled his eyes as Figgins spoke. Seriously, what was he going to say? All he had prepared was his math classes and grades. Since Blaine was going first Dave would probably just say some bullshit to make himself sound better than the hobbit.
“Money has a name,” Figgins read from a card, “And apparently it’s Blaine Anderson.”
There was applause and Dave politely moved aside so Blaine could step up on stage. As the shorter boy soaked in the attention, Dave noticed Kurt move slightly closer to him. They bumped shoulders, grinned, and then turned back to listen to Blaine.
Dave almost wished he hadn’t.
“Thank you Principal Figgins for correctly reading the note card this time.”
That got a chuckle out of Kurt, but it sounded drier than usual.
“I know I’m just running for treasurer,” continued Blaine, addressing his fellow students, “Against a math geek and some big, d-… jock.”
Dave growled, noticing Blaine’s lack of correction, even if he did stop before saying ‘dumb.’ The soft brush of Kurt’s sleeve against his arm was the only thing keeping him from hollering out a protest.
“But I am kinda rich. So I must be doing something right. Don’t ya think?” He waited for the applause to die down a bit before continuing. “So, instead of standing up here, trying to say why you shouldn’t vote for the other guys, I’m going to tell you why you should vote Kurt Hummel for Prom Queen. I mean President.” The little douche had the nerve to laugh and wink at Kurt.
This time Dave didn’t stop how his hands fisted up, but he held back, seeing Kurt’s shy smile. Apparently he was at least trying to laugh it off, though clearly the prom election was still a bit of a sore subject. Taking yet another deep breath, Dave focused again on Blaine.
“Everyone’s a Hero”
It may not feel too classy
Begging just to eat
But you know who does that?
Lassie. And she always gets a treat
“I know it may be a bit unorthodox to vote a gay boy as student body president, but look at all the famous people today? Half the actors you all know and love are gay. Like… Neil Patrick Harris. The very man who plays Dr. Horrible. Do any of you hate him?”
So you wonder what your part is
Cause you’re homeless and depressed
But home is where the heart is
So your real home’s in your chest
“And you’re all thinking ‘so what?’ Right? Well, think about it. If Kurt wins, it’s almost as if there’s a representative to all the guys and the girls. He’s been on the football team and the cheerios. So really, is there that much difference between Kurt and Brittany? Or Kurt and Rachel?”
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
Everyone’s got villains they must face
They’re not as cool as mine
But folks you know it’s fine
To know your place
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
In their own, not that heroic way
“By voting for Kurt, you’ll have your best interests at heart. We do need to get the bullying down. It may not be as bad here as at my old school. Believe me, I know. I got beaten nearly to death just because I tried going to a dance with a boy. But that doesn’t mean the bullying that happens here is okay.”
So I thank my boyfriend Benny
Yeah, we totally had sex
She showed me there’s so many
Different muscles I can flex
There’s the deltoids of compassion
There’s the abs of being kind
It’s not enough to bash in heads
You’ve got to bash in minds.
“I want to be able to walk down the hallway, hand in hand with my boyfriend. I want to be able to kiss him goodbye outside my homeroom class. I want to be able to talk about the best night of my life, the first night we slept together, in the locker room. Because, I mean come on, you guys so do not know what you’re missing there.”
“Oh my god,” Kurt mumbled, head shaking and face turning red with pure embarrassment.
Dave growled, but waited. He wanted to defend Kurt, but it wasn’t his place. Besides, Kurt was strong enough to stand up for himself if he wanted to.
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
Everyone’s got somethin’ they can do
Get up, go out and fly
Especially that guy
He smells like poo
“All of you have something you want. We can help you get it. We can show you exactly what you need to do too.”
Dave sighed when Blaine left the stage. This was going to take a while.
“You,” he pointed to what was probably a freshman in the front row, “You probably want to be popular, right? Well, stop wearing clothes from WalMart and you’ll be half way there.” Blaine glanced around, eyes falling on Jacob Ben Israel. “And you, don’t you think you’re over compensating for something with how much you stalk Rachel Berry?”
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
You and you and mostly me and you
I’m poverty’s new sheriff
And I’m bashing in the slums
A hero doesn’t care if you’re a
Bunch of scary, alcoholic bums
“Anyone else?” Blaine ran through the audience. “Anyone else want free advice? I can give it, don’t worry. I may have left the school that gave me guaranteed acceptance into any Ivy League University I wanted just to come to this back water school, but I know what it means to be gay. I know what it means to be open and truthful to my loyal followers.”
Everybody!
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
(We’re heroes too)
Everyone can blaze a hero’s trail
(We’re just like you)
Don’t worry if it’s hard
If you’re not a friggin’ tard
You will prevail
(ahhh ahh ahh oooooo)
Blaine was at the top of the bleachers by now and he turned to all the looks facing him. “Vote gay for your president!” he hollered. Lifting up his fist he continued to yell all the way back down to the stage. “Gay for prez! Gay for prez! Gay for prez!”
Dave was appalled when most of the students started to chant with him. And why not ‘Kurt for Prez’? When did Blaine drop Kurt from the campaign speech?
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
(We’re heroes too)
Everyone’s a hero in thei…
Blaine was still chanting as he returned to the stage. Dave looked over to see Kurt’s face buried in his hands. Okay, this couldn’t go on any longer. Blaine was being insulting and insensitive. And Dave was starting to think Blaine was trying to win the presidency.
Jumping up onto the stage, he grabbed the microphone from Blaine’s hands mid-chant and couldn’t help the grin as the feedback caused everything to come to an abrupt halt.
NEXT->
A/N: So, I get into depressed funks. I don't like them. But it happens. During those funks I rarely feel like writing or doing anything other than reading (usually fan fiction). Anyways, I made a comment on tumblr about it, and I'd just like to thank wickedwhiskeygirl and churchofpoetry for their support. And just in case you didn't see, I have officially completed the story (despite my funk) so I think it'll be posts everyday, either shorter or the same length. Thanks for baring with me. :)
Also, this may be the only update today, but as I said, you will be getting one tomorrow. :D
Auditorium
“Thank you McKinley students for attending today’s campaign speeches. We’ll get to the presidential speeches in a few moments. First we have our candidates for treasurer.”
Dave rolled his eyes as Figgins spoke. Seriously, what was he going to say? All he had prepared was his math classes and grades. Since Blaine was going first Dave would probably just say some bullshit to make himself sound better than the hobbit.
“Money has a name,” Figgins read from a card, “And apparently it’s Blaine Anderson.”
There was applause and Dave politely moved aside so Blaine could step up on stage. As the shorter boy soaked in the attention, Dave noticed Kurt move slightly closer to him. They bumped shoulders, grinned, and then turned back to listen to Blaine.
Dave almost wished he hadn’t.
“Thank you Principal Figgins for correctly reading the note card this time.”
That got a chuckle out of Kurt, but it sounded drier than usual.
“I know I’m just running for treasurer,” continued Blaine, addressing his fellow students, “Against a math geek and some big, d-… jock.”
Dave growled, noticing Blaine’s lack of correction, even if he did stop before saying ‘dumb.’ The soft brush of Kurt’s sleeve against his arm was the only thing keeping him from hollering out a protest.
“But I am kinda rich. So I must be doing something right. Don’t ya think?” He waited for the applause to die down a bit before continuing. “So, instead of standing up here, trying to say why you shouldn’t vote for the other guys, I’m going to tell you why you should vote Kurt Hummel for Prom Queen. I mean President.” The little douche had the nerve to laugh and wink at Kurt.
This time Dave didn’t stop how his hands fisted up, but he held back, seeing Kurt’s shy smile. Apparently he was at least trying to laugh it off, though clearly the prom election was still a bit of a sore subject. Taking yet another deep breath, Dave focused again on Blaine.
“Everyone’s a Hero”
It may not feel too classy
Begging just to eat
But you know who does that?
Lassie. And she always gets a treat
“I know it may be a bit unorthodox to vote a gay boy as student body president, but look at all the famous people today? Half the actors you all know and love are gay. Like… Neil Patrick Harris. The very man who plays Dr. Horrible. Do any of you hate him?”
So you wonder what your part is
Cause you’re homeless and depressed
But home is where the heart is
So your real home’s in your chest
“And you’re all thinking ‘so what?’ Right? Well, think about it. If Kurt wins, it’s almost as if there’s a representative to all the guys and the girls. He’s been on the football team and the cheerios. So really, is there that much difference between Kurt and Brittany? Or Kurt and Rachel?”
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
Everyone’s got villains they must face
They’re not as cool as mine
But folks you know it’s fine
To know your place
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
In their own, not that heroic way
“By voting for Kurt, you’ll have your best interests at heart. We do need to get the bullying down. It may not be as bad here as at my old school. Believe me, I know. I got beaten nearly to death just because I tried going to a dance with a boy. But that doesn’t mean the bullying that happens here is okay.”
So I thank my boyfriend Benny
Yeah, we totally had sex
She showed me there’s so many
Different muscles I can flex
There’s the deltoids of compassion
There’s the abs of being kind
It’s not enough to bash in heads
You’ve got to bash in minds.
“I want to be able to walk down the hallway, hand in hand with my boyfriend. I want to be able to kiss him goodbye outside my homeroom class. I want to be able to talk about the best night of my life, the first night we slept together, in the locker room. Because, I mean come on, you guys so do not know what you’re missing there.”
“Oh my god,” Kurt mumbled, head shaking and face turning red with pure embarrassment.
Dave growled, but waited. He wanted to defend Kurt, but it wasn’t his place. Besides, Kurt was strong enough to stand up for himself if he wanted to.
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
Everyone’s got somethin’ they can do
Get up, go out and fly
Especially that guy
He smells like poo
“All of you have something you want. We can help you get it. We can show you exactly what you need to do too.”
Dave sighed when Blaine left the stage. This was going to take a while.
“You,” he pointed to what was probably a freshman in the front row, “You probably want to be popular, right? Well, stop wearing clothes from WalMart and you’ll be half way there.” Blaine glanced around, eyes falling on Jacob Ben Israel. “And you, don’t you think you’re over compensating for something with how much you stalk Rachel Berry?”
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
You and you and mostly me and you
I’m poverty’s new sheriff
And I’m bashing in the slums
A hero doesn’t care if you’re a
Bunch of scary, alcoholic bums
“Anyone else?” Blaine ran through the audience. “Anyone else want free advice? I can give it, don’t worry. I may have left the school that gave me guaranteed acceptance into any Ivy League University I wanted just to come to this back water school, but I know what it means to be gay. I know what it means to be open and truthful to my loyal followers.”
Everybody!
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
(We’re heroes too)
Everyone can blaze a hero’s trail
(We’re just like you)
Don’t worry if it’s hard
If you’re not a friggin’ tard
You will prevail
(ahhh ahh ahh oooooo)
Blaine was at the top of the bleachers by now and he turned to all the looks facing him. “Vote gay for your president!” he hollered. Lifting up his fist he continued to yell all the way back down to the stage. “Gay for prez! Gay for prez! Gay for prez!”
Dave was appalled when most of the students started to chant with him. And why not ‘Kurt for Prez’? When did Blaine drop Kurt from the campaign speech?
Everyone’s a hero in their own way
(We’re heroes too)
Everyone’s a hero in thei…
Blaine was still chanting as he returned to the stage. Dave looked over to see Kurt’s face buried in his hands. Okay, this couldn’t go on any longer. Blaine was being insulting and insensitive. And Dave was starting to think Blaine was trying to win the presidency.
Jumping up onto the stage, he grabbed the microphone from Blaine’s hands mid-chant and couldn’t help the grin as the feedback caused everything to come to an abrupt halt.
NEXT->