Fic: Sparks Fly 2/12
Title: Sparks Fly 2/12
Author: gameboycolor
Pairing/Characters: Kurt Anderson/Blaine Hummel
Spoilers: none
(Overall) Warnings: Bullying, violence, homophobia
Rating: R overall (subject to change)
Length: ~1500 / 3900
Summary: Season 2 AU, Kurt/Blaine character swap. Written for this prompt on the GKM.
A/N: And on to part two! This story will be updating fairly regularly because I am doing really well with keeping ahead of what I'm posting. Thank you for all of your kind reviews.
Chapter One | Chapter Two
Dalton might as well have been a dream. The only way Blaine is going to believe any of it actually happened is if the boys in the blazers show up to their sectionals in a few weeks to crush them.
Realistically, Blaine knows it happened. The mileage on his car for that day is proof enough of that. Plus, Kurt’s been texting himself throughout the day with little jokes and observations that never fail to make him smile.
Blaine feels kind of like a charity case, but he doesn’t want to say anything like that to Kurt for fear that the texts will stop.
He’s spent far too much time on the Dalton Academy’s website. Everytime he hears approaching footsteps, he quickly tabs over to something else. Blaine feels like he’s trying to hide something far more scandalous than the website of a private school with a zero tolerance harassment policy.
There is a brochure that he lifted from the front office on his way out stashed under his mattress.
What is his life, seriously?
He knows it’s only a pipedream. Dalton charges five thousand dollars a semester for tuition and boarding. He’s had to stop himself from texting Kurt to ask how on earth his parents afford it. Blaine knows nothing of the other boy’s financial situation, and he knows that it isn’t polite to talk about money.
Blaine does everything in his power to give off the impression that school isn’t that bad. His Dad would freak out if he knew the way Blaine is treated at McKinley on a day-to-day basis.
He thanks his lucky stars that he has laundry duty because his doesn’t want his Dad to see the state of his clothing by the end of most days.
If his penchant for singing songs originally sung by female artists led to his father chewing Mr. Shue out in the principal’s office, Blaine can only imagine that the news of locker shoves and slushie tosses wouldn’t be met well either.
He knows he’s not the leading man Rachel and Mr. Shue had in mind, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to be a leading man.
Some days, Blaine just wants to be left alone.
All he can do is let it roll off his back, which he can definitely handle. Blaine has learned to tune out his tormentors by now. When he’s shoved into a locker, he shakes himself off and keeps walking. When they call him names, he outright ignores them.
Blaine is doing his best to take Kurt’s advice. Don’t fight back, it isn’t worth it.
-
When he’s sure the gym is empty, he grabs his boxing gloves from his locker and trys to hit the bag for every injustice he has suffered that day. By the time he’s done, he finally feels exhausted enough to sleep restfully. He needs the energy to do it all over again the next day.
A punch lands to the side of the bag for the Dalton education he will never be able to afford.
Another for Azimio drenching his favorite new cardigan in blood red.
One more for Finn Hudson, who is the source of many of Blaine’s frustrations. They have a complicated past, and their relationship will probably always be a little strained. Their parents are getting serious, and Blaine knows that he’ll have to deal with that sooner or later. Still, that doesn’t mean he needs to smile when Finn talks about them being brothers one day and shooting down all of his suggestions the next.
He can’t believe he ever had a crush on him. It seems silly now. There are more suitable boys to have crushes on, however unrealistic those crushes may be.
Sam.
Mike, even.
Or Kurt. Kurt’s actually gay.
Kurt.
Speaking with Kurt was wonderful. It sure made him feel a lot less lonely, but it also made him mad. He’s mad for Kurt, he’s mad for himself. He’s mad that they have to fly under the radar because it isn’t safe to fight back.
“Hey!”
The bag stops, and Dave Karofsky steps out from behind it. Blaine must have missed him entering. He was too caught up in his own thoughts.
“You’re not supposed to be in here.”
Blaine lands another hit on the side of the bag. It doesn’t sway because Dave has a pretty decent grip on it. The guy is built like a wall. A big, stupid wall.
...the very same wall set the curve on their Pre-Calc exam last week. Blaine is having trouble reconciling these two things.
“David,” Blaine says slowly, like drawing out the two syllables will drive his point home. “I have just as much of a right to be here as you do.”
The gym is open to all students, whether they participate in school athletics or not. Blaine knows this. He has checked the rules. He knows that technically he shouldn’t be there after hours, but then again, neither should Dave.
Dave releases his grip on the bag and steps away, like he’s testing Blaine.
“Besides,” Blaine continues. “Do you really want it to get out that you were in the gym after hours with me?”
Blaine is pleased with himself. Usually his comebacks aren’t this sharp. He’ll often think of something witty to say hours laters, sometimes even after days have passed. Having a retort on the tip of his tongue makes him feel powerful. He feels like a force to be reckoned with. His words and fists are his weapons, and he plans to use them both to his advantage.
Dave narrows his gaze. “Don’t let me catch you here again.”
The sound of the door slamming sounds like a warning.
Blaine lands another punch on the side of the bag. It’s either for his Pre-Calc grade or the fact that he’s being made to feel unwelcome in the school gym. He blames both of these things on Dave Karofsky.
-
When he pulls into the driveway, the light is on in the living room. This means his Dad is up and waiting for him. There’s no chance of sneaking down to his room unnoticed.
Blaine has barely stepped foot in the door when he’s greeted with a gruff - “You’re late.”
“Boxing,” he replies, holding up his gym back for him to inspect.
“Mm,” he nods. “Figured as much. You got a minute, Blaine?”
Blaine knows his Dad will enough to know that this is a rhetorical question. He takes a seat on the couch next to him. “What’s up, Dad?”
“I checked the mileage on your car, Blaine.”
He wants to sink into the couch. Any sharp replies he might have had for Dave are useless here. He doesn’t lie to his Dad. Sure, he avoids talking to him at times, but he never outright lies to him.
“I took an unauthorized school field trip?” Blaine offers meekly.
“You sure know how to spin words, kid,” Burt chuckles. “We seriously need to find a way to get you into politics.”
Blaine scrunches his nose. “I’ll pass.”
He claps a hand on Blaine’s shoulder, and he figures he’s not in too much trouble until -
“You gonna tell me where you went or do we need to do the whole super serious interrogation thing?”
“Dalton Academy in Westerville,” he says quickly.
“Wow,” Burt says, eyes widening. “I’m damn good at that.”
He’s not, not really. It just kills Blaine to have to lie to him. He feels guilty enough having to omit the various terrors of his day from their nightly chats, so if there is something he is able to share, he’s going to share it.
“No,” Blaine corrects. “I just don’t have a backbone.”
“Course you do,” Burt says, shaking his head. “You’re the most stubborn kid I know. That’s gotta count for something.”
Blaine crosses his arms. “I guess.”
“So what’s at Dalton?” he asks casually.
“The Glee club we’re going to be up against at Sectionals.” Blaine ducks his head, embarrassed. “I was kind of spying on them.”
“Spying.” Burt seems to ponder it for a moment, and then smiles. “Kid, you can’t even get away with stealing the last piece of bacon without me noticing. And you were the one they sent to spy?”
Blaine doesn’t want to tell his Dad that the guys asked him to leave, that they were so annoyed with him that they sent him to Dalton to spy in order to get him out of their hair. It wouldn’t end well. It would only lead to him having a talk with Carole, who in turn would speak with Finn. Then Blaine would be forced to sit through a forced apology from Finn.
No one would win in that situation. Blaine prefers to keep the peace whenever possible.
“I thought it would be a nice break in the day?”
Burt gives Blaine’s shoulder a small squeeze. “Well, how about you lay off on the unauthorized field trips and I’ll let you keep on using the Navigator.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Blaine knows this is a first warning, and he intends to make sure that there is never a second one to be issued.
“So, did you find what you were looking for at Dalton?”
Blaine’s phone buzzes with a new text. It’s Kurt asking how his day went.
He smiles. “Yeah, I think so.”
Author: gameboycolor
Pairing/Characters: Kurt Anderson/Blaine Hummel
Spoilers: none
(Overall) Warnings: Bullying, violence, homophobia
Rating: R overall (subject to change)
Length: ~1500 / 3900
Summary: Season 2 AU, Kurt/Blaine character swap. Written for this prompt on the GKM.
A/N: And on to part two! This story will be updating fairly regularly because I am doing really well with keeping ahead of what I'm posting. Thank you for all of your kind reviews.
Chapter One | Chapter Two
Dalton might as well have been a dream. The only way Blaine is going to believe any of it actually happened is if the boys in the blazers show up to their sectionals in a few weeks to crush them.
Realistically, Blaine knows it happened. The mileage on his car for that day is proof enough of that. Plus, Kurt’s been texting himself throughout the day with little jokes and observations that never fail to make him smile.
Blaine feels kind of like a charity case, but he doesn’t want to say anything like that to Kurt for fear that the texts will stop.
He’s spent far too much time on the Dalton Academy’s website. Everytime he hears approaching footsteps, he quickly tabs over to something else. Blaine feels like he’s trying to hide something far more scandalous than the website of a private school with a zero tolerance harassment policy.
There is a brochure that he lifted from the front office on his way out stashed under his mattress.
What is his life, seriously?
He knows it’s only a pipedream. Dalton charges five thousand dollars a semester for tuition and boarding. He’s had to stop himself from texting Kurt to ask how on earth his parents afford it. Blaine knows nothing of the other boy’s financial situation, and he knows that it isn’t polite to talk about money.
Blaine does everything in his power to give off the impression that school isn’t that bad. His Dad would freak out if he knew the way Blaine is treated at McKinley on a day-to-day basis.
He thanks his lucky stars that he has laundry duty because his doesn’t want his Dad to see the state of his clothing by the end of most days.
If his penchant for singing songs originally sung by female artists led to his father chewing Mr. Shue out in the principal’s office, Blaine can only imagine that the news of locker shoves and slushie tosses wouldn’t be met well either.
He knows he’s not the leading man Rachel and Mr. Shue had in mind, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to be a leading man.
Some days, Blaine just wants to be left alone.
All he can do is let it roll off his back, which he can definitely handle. Blaine has learned to tune out his tormentors by now. When he’s shoved into a locker, he shakes himself off and keeps walking. When they call him names, he outright ignores them.
Blaine is doing his best to take Kurt’s advice. Don’t fight back, it isn’t worth it.
-
When he’s sure the gym is empty, he grabs his boxing gloves from his locker and trys to hit the bag for every injustice he has suffered that day. By the time he’s done, he finally feels exhausted enough to sleep restfully. He needs the energy to do it all over again the next day.
A punch lands to the side of the bag for the Dalton education he will never be able to afford.
Another for Azimio drenching his favorite new cardigan in blood red.
One more for Finn Hudson, who is the source of many of Blaine’s frustrations. They have a complicated past, and their relationship will probably always be a little strained. Their parents are getting serious, and Blaine knows that he’ll have to deal with that sooner or later. Still, that doesn’t mean he needs to smile when Finn talks about them being brothers one day and shooting down all of his suggestions the next.
He can’t believe he ever had a crush on him. It seems silly now. There are more suitable boys to have crushes on, however unrealistic those crushes may be.
Sam.
Mike, even.
Or Kurt. Kurt’s actually gay.
Kurt.
Speaking with Kurt was wonderful. It sure made him feel a lot less lonely, but it also made him mad. He’s mad for Kurt, he’s mad for himself. He’s mad that they have to fly under the radar because it isn’t safe to fight back.
“Hey!”
The bag stops, and Dave Karofsky steps out from behind it. Blaine must have missed him entering. He was too caught up in his own thoughts.
“You’re not supposed to be in here.”
Blaine lands another hit on the side of the bag. It doesn’t sway because Dave has a pretty decent grip on it. The guy is built like a wall. A big, stupid wall.
...the very same wall set the curve on their Pre-Calc exam last week. Blaine is having trouble reconciling these two things.
“David,” Blaine says slowly, like drawing out the two syllables will drive his point home. “I have just as much of a right to be here as you do.”
The gym is open to all students, whether they participate in school athletics or not. Blaine knows this. He has checked the rules. He knows that technically he shouldn’t be there after hours, but then again, neither should Dave.
Dave releases his grip on the bag and steps away, like he’s testing Blaine.
“Besides,” Blaine continues. “Do you really want it to get out that you were in the gym after hours with me?”
Blaine is pleased with himself. Usually his comebacks aren’t this sharp. He’ll often think of something witty to say hours laters, sometimes even after days have passed. Having a retort on the tip of his tongue makes him feel powerful. He feels like a force to be reckoned with. His words and fists are his weapons, and he plans to use them both to his advantage.
Dave narrows his gaze. “Don’t let me catch you here again.”
The sound of the door slamming sounds like a warning.
Blaine lands another punch on the side of the bag. It’s either for his Pre-Calc grade or the fact that he’s being made to feel unwelcome in the school gym. He blames both of these things on Dave Karofsky.
-
When he pulls into the driveway, the light is on in the living room. This means his Dad is up and waiting for him. There’s no chance of sneaking down to his room unnoticed.
Blaine has barely stepped foot in the door when he’s greeted with a gruff - “You’re late.”
“Boxing,” he replies, holding up his gym back for him to inspect.
“Mm,” he nods. “Figured as much. You got a minute, Blaine?”
Blaine knows his Dad will enough to know that this is a rhetorical question. He takes a seat on the couch next to him. “What’s up, Dad?”
“I checked the mileage on your car, Blaine.”
He wants to sink into the couch. Any sharp replies he might have had for Dave are useless here. He doesn’t lie to his Dad. Sure, he avoids talking to him at times, but he never outright lies to him.
“I took an unauthorized school field trip?” Blaine offers meekly.
“You sure know how to spin words, kid,” Burt chuckles. “We seriously need to find a way to get you into politics.”
Blaine scrunches his nose. “I’ll pass.”
He claps a hand on Blaine’s shoulder, and he figures he’s not in too much trouble until -
“You gonna tell me where you went or do we need to do the whole super serious interrogation thing?”
“Dalton Academy in Westerville,” he says quickly.
“Wow,” Burt says, eyes widening. “I’m damn good at that.”
He’s not, not really. It just kills Blaine to have to lie to him. He feels guilty enough having to omit the various terrors of his day from their nightly chats, so if there is something he is able to share, he’s going to share it.
“No,” Blaine corrects. “I just don’t have a backbone.”
“Course you do,” Burt says, shaking his head. “You’re the most stubborn kid I know. That’s gotta count for something.”
Blaine crosses his arms. “I guess.”
“So what’s at Dalton?” he asks casually.
“The Glee club we’re going to be up against at Sectionals.” Blaine ducks his head, embarrassed. “I was kind of spying on them.”
“Spying.” Burt seems to ponder it for a moment, and then smiles. “Kid, you can’t even get away with stealing the last piece of bacon without me noticing. And you were the one they sent to spy?”
Blaine doesn’t want to tell his Dad that the guys asked him to leave, that they were so annoyed with him that they sent him to Dalton to spy in order to get him out of their hair. It wouldn’t end well. It would only lead to him having a talk with Carole, who in turn would speak with Finn. Then Blaine would be forced to sit through a forced apology from Finn.
No one would win in that situation. Blaine prefers to keep the peace whenever possible.
“I thought it would be a nice break in the day?”
Burt gives Blaine’s shoulder a small squeeze. “Well, how about you lay off on the unauthorized field trips and I’ll let you keep on using the Navigator.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Blaine knows this is a first warning, and he intends to make sure that there is never a second one to be issued.
“So, did you find what you were looking for at Dalton?”
Blaine’s phone buzzes with a new text. It’s Kurt asking how his day went.
He smiles. “Yeah, I think so.”