FIC: After Prom, 1/? WIP
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Kurt checked his phone over Blaine's shoulder and sighed. It had taken most of the night to convince his boyfriend that no one was staring at his hair, and another hour on top of that to coax him into slow-dancing in public, but Kurt had promised himself that he wouldn't ignore any more calls from this number.
"My dad," he mouthed to Blaine, pulling away with a rueful smile. He'd already told enough white lies tonight, pretending that the hair wasn't that bad, what was one more?
He swiped his thumb over his phone screen as he hurried out of the gym, looking for a quiet spot relatively free of necking couples.
"David? What's up?"
"Kurt? Are you there? Are you okay?"
Kurt's brow furrowed.
"I'm fine, David. Why wouldn't I be?"
He listened as Dave breathed raggedly over the phone, obviously trying to get control of himself.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you, it's just- you're at prom, right?"
"Yes?"
"And you're really okay? No one tried to pull any shit with you like last year?"
"Oh," Kurt relaxed, "No, everything's fine. I mean the dinosaur theme is hideously tacky and Brittany did nothing with the office she stole from me beyond waging a nonsensical war on hair-gel, but other than that, it's really been a lovely night."
"Okay, good. Thank you so much, Kurt. I was thinking about last year, and I kinda started to freak out, I'm really sorry for bugging you with my paranoid shit."
"Don't be silly. It's actually really sweet that you were worried about me. And if you're paranoid so am I. I almost didn't come and then prom queen was another write-in and I was scared it would happen again, but it was just Santana and Quinn doing something nice for Rachel. In fact Santana and Brittany ran for queen and king together, and no one said anything."
"That's good, I guess. That Santana's able to be open about it, and that she was actually nice to someone. I mean it was worth it, 'cuz you came back and I got to try and make some of it up to you, but she was SUCH a bitch to me. And nobody-" Dave's voice dropped to a shamed whisper, "nobody said anything about me being a f... that word?"
Kurt chuckled.
"No, of course not. I don't think anyone is still thinking about you. Nobody even mentioned you at all, tonight."
There was a horrible silence as Kurt realized what a cruel thing he had just said.
"David-"
"Um, enjoy the rest of your night. I gotta, I gotta go. Goodbye, Kurt."
The phone clicked off. Kurt slid down the wall. He hadn't thought once about Dave Karofsky tonight. A year ago Kurt had been humiliated, true. But he had his friends and Blaine and he had been fine.
At the time he had been mildly disappointed by Dave's cowardice- running away rather than dance with another boy. Except looking back- Kurt's stomach twisted painfully- looking back, Dave had got up to dance with him. Kurt had been the one to insanely push a terrified, conflicted boy to come out in front of the entire school, right after the school had collectively expressed it's passive-aggressive homophobia. Dave had been so scared that he missed the rest of the school year and never came back, only to have his worst fears come true at another school, and Kurt hadn't thought about him once tonight.
He'd said all these things about being there for Dave in the hospital and he hadn't even texted him, let alone called or visited, in, Kurt scrolled through his phone, twelve days. And that had been to forward a picture of a lolcat.
Kurt put his phone away, wiped the tears that had collected unnoticed on his cheeks, and stood up. He couldn't change the past, (nine missed calls, nine missed calls, nine missed calls) but he could damn well make up for tonight.
Oh hell. What was he going to tell Blaine?
Part 2
Kurt checked his phone over Blaine's shoulder and sighed. It had taken most of the night to convince his boyfriend that no one was staring at his hair, and another hour on top of that to coax him into slow-dancing in public, but Kurt had promised himself that he wouldn't ignore any more calls from this number.
"My dad," he mouthed to Blaine, pulling away with a rueful smile. He'd already told enough white lies tonight, pretending that the hair wasn't that bad, what was one more?
He swiped his thumb over his phone screen as he hurried out of the gym, looking for a quiet spot relatively free of necking couples.
"David? What's up?"
"Kurt? Are you there? Are you okay?"
Kurt's brow furrowed.
"I'm fine, David. Why wouldn't I be?"
He listened as Dave breathed raggedly over the phone, obviously trying to get control of himself.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you, it's just- you're at prom, right?"
"Yes?"
"And you're really okay? No one tried to pull any shit with you like last year?"
"Oh," Kurt relaxed, "No, everything's fine. I mean the dinosaur theme is hideously tacky and Brittany did nothing with the office she stole from me beyond waging a nonsensical war on hair-gel, but other than that, it's really been a lovely night."
"Okay, good. Thank you so much, Kurt. I was thinking about last year, and I kinda started to freak out, I'm really sorry for bugging you with my paranoid shit."
"Don't be silly. It's actually really sweet that you were worried about me. And if you're paranoid so am I. I almost didn't come and then prom queen was another write-in and I was scared it would happen again, but it was just Santana and Quinn doing something nice for Rachel. In fact Santana and Brittany ran for queen and king together, and no one said anything."
"That's good, I guess. That Santana's able to be open about it, and that she was actually nice to someone. I mean it was worth it, 'cuz you came back and I got to try and make some of it up to you, but she was SUCH a bitch to me. And nobody-" Dave's voice dropped to a shamed whisper, "nobody said anything about me being a f... that word?"
Kurt chuckled.
"No, of course not. I don't think anyone is still thinking about you. Nobody even mentioned you at all, tonight."
There was a horrible silence as Kurt realized what a cruel thing he had just said.
"David-"
"Um, enjoy the rest of your night. I gotta, I gotta go. Goodbye, Kurt."
The phone clicked off. Kurt slid down the wall. He hadn't thought once about Dave Karofsky tonight. A year ago Kurt had been humiliated, true. But he had his friends and Blaine and he had been fine.
At the time he had been mildly disappointed by Dave's cowardice- running away rather than dance with another boy. Except looking back- Kurt's stomach twisted painfully- looking back, Dave had got up to dance with him. Kurt had been the one to insanely push a terrified, conflicted boy to come out in front of the entire school, right after the school had collectively expressed it's passive-aggressive homophobia. Dave had been so scared that he missed the rest of the school year and never came back, only to have his worst fears come true at another school, and Kurt hadn't thought about him once tonight.
He'd said all these things about being there for Dave in the hospital and he hadn't even texted him, let alone called or visited, in, Kurt scrolled through his phone, twelve days. And that had been to forward a picture of a lolcat.
Kurt put his phone away, wiped the tears that had collected unnoticed on his cheeks, and stood up. He couldn't change the past, (nine missed calls, nine missed calls, nine missed calls) but he could damn well make up for tonight.
Oh hell. What was he going to tell Blaine?
Part 2