Fic: When You Hold A Flame (Vol. 1: Track 1)
OMG YOU GUYS. For the first time in over a year...I come bearing fic!!!
So as part of my New Year’s resolution to write more, I’m gonna try something a little different, something I’ve never done before. I’ve been working on what was originally intended to just be a Kurtofsky fanmix in four volumes. And it still sort of is. But then I started writing little accompanying ficlets for each track, and then those ficlets started getting longer, and before long I had me a ficmix.
Here’s how it’ll work. The mix has four volumes of eight songs each, and each song will have an accompanying fic of probably 300-1000 words. So I’m gonna try to post at least one fic each day so that the whole thing is up by the end of January. At the end of each arc, I will post a download link for the mix volume that goes with that arc. Consider this to be following the canon events of Glee up until 2x08, and then AU after that.
Posted to kurtofsky_fic and karofsky_hummel.
Series: When You Hold A Flame
Title: My Tiger, My Heart
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky, Kurt Hummel, eventual Kurtofsky (mentions of Kurt/Blaine and others)
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: Through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: None yet. Eventual spoilers through 2x08, homophobic language, swearing, depression.
Summary: Burt Hummel knew his son, and he knew that something wasn’t right.
As sad as I am, I do understand
I do understand, it just makes me sad
My tiger my heart, we’re growing apart
We’re trying to be friends, but it’s hard sometimes
To be friends with something that eats butterflies…
My tiger my friend, my little godsend
I know someday we’ll be happy again
Burt Hummel could see a shadow in his son’s eyes throughout the entire birthday party. Kurt was playing dress-up games with the girls and picking at the cake with his fork as he always did. He was opening his gifts with exquisite care for the well-being of the wrapping paper, sliding his finger under the tape, carefully popping it open and sliding the present out, just as he always did. He was laughing and smiling as Mercy struggled to walk in his heels, just as he always did. No one else would notice anything wrong. But Burt Hummel knew his son, and he knew that something wasn’t right behind those bright blue eyes. The sparkle that was usually there was gone. The smile was only on his lips.
He knew why David wasn’t here. He’d have to be blind not to realize it. Kurt was…different. Eliza had always been very understanding and accepting, had always said that Kurt could be whoever he was, but it was harder for Burt to come to terms with it. And Paul Karofsky was noticing it too. He hadn’t said anything, not yet anyway, but he’d been letting David come over less and less, been limiting David’s time with Kurt. He knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it, and he knew it was Paul’s right to raise his son as he saw fit. But deep down, he seethed, because to make Kurt lose his best friend such a short time after losing his mother wasn’t right. His boy had enough to deal with right now.
***
Kurt was trying to have fun, even though Mom wasn’t here anymore. He did laugh when Mercy tripped over her own feet in his heels and he had to show her how to work them. He did like the chocolate velvet cake that his dad had bought, and he did love the incredible jacket that Dad got him as well. But he couldn’t understand why Davey hadn’t come to his party. He’d always come, every year. Why not now? The other boys pushed him around, they made fun of him, they said he was like a girl and they called him all kinds of bad names, but that wouldn’t stop Davey from being his friend, would it? Davey would never say those kinds of things to him. Davey was his friend. Davey was his best friend.
Wasn’t he?
So as part of my New Year’s resolution to write more, I’m gonna try something a little different, something I’ve never done before. I’ve been working on what was originally intended to just be a Kurtofsky fanmix in four volumes. And it still sort of is. But then I started writing little accompanying ficlets for each track, and then those ficlets started getting longer, and before long I had me a ficmix.
Here’s how it’ll work. The mix has four volumes of eight songs each, and each song will have an accompanying fic of probably 300-1000 words. So I’m gonna try to post at least one fic each day so that the whole thing is up by the end of January. At the end of each arc, I will post a download link for the mix volume that goes with that arc. Consider this to be following the canon events of Glee up until 2x08, and then AU after that.
Posted to kurtofsky_fic and karofsky_hummel.
Series: When You Hold A Flame
Title: My Tiger, My Heart
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky, Kurt Hummel, eventual Kurtofsky (mentions of Kurt/Blaine and others)
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: Through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: None yet. Eventual spoilers through 2x08, homophobic language, swearing, depression.
Summary: Burt Hummel knew his son, and he knew that something wasn’t right.
As sad as I am, I do understand
I do understand, it just makes me sad
My tiger my heart, we’re growing apart
We’re trying to be friends, but it’s hard sometimes
To be friends with something that eats butterflies…
My tiger my friend, my little godsend
I know someday we’ll be happy again
Burt Hummel could see a shadow in his son’s eyes throughout the entire birthday party. Kurt was playing dress-up games with the girls and picking at the cake with his fork as he always did. He was opening his gifts with exquisite care for the well-being of the wrapping paper, sliding his finger under the tape, carefully popping it open and sliding the present out, just as he always did. He was laughing and smiling as Mercy struggled to walk in his heels, just as he always did. No one else would notice anything wrong. But Burt Hummel knew his son, and he knew that something wasn’t right behind those bright blue eyes. The sparkle that was usually there was gone. The smile was only on his lips.
He knew why David wasn’t here. He’d have to be blind not to realize it. Kurt was…different. Eliza had always been very understanding and accepting, had always said that Kurt could be whoever he was, but it was harder for Burt to come to terms with it. And Paul Karofsky was noticing it too. He hadn’t said anything, not yet anyway, but he’d been letting David come over less and less, been limiting David’s time with Kurt. He knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it, and he knew it was Paul’s right to raise his son as he saw fit. But deep down, he seethed, because to make Kurt lose his best friend such a short time after losing his mother wasn’t right. His boy had enough to deal with right now.
***
Kurt was trying to have fun, even though Mom wasn’t here anymore. He did laugh when Mercy tripped over her own feet in his heels and he had to show her how to work them. He did like the chocolate velvet cake that his dad had bought, and he did love the incredible jacket that Dad got him as well. But he couldn’t understand why Davey hadn’t come to his party. He’d always come, every year. Why not now? The other boys pushed him around, they made fun of him, they said he was like a girl and they called him all kinds of bad names, but that wouldn’t stop Davey from being his friend, would it? Davey would never say those kinds of things to him. Davey was his friend. Davey was his best friend.
Wasn’t he?