Fic: Resigned to Fate (2/?)
Media: Fic
Title: Resigned to Fate
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13 (For now - may change later)
Warnings: Homophobia/Bullying, Mentions of Kurtofsky kiss.
Spoilers: Through 2.16 to be safe
Characters: Kurt/Blaine, other misc characters
Disclaimer: Glee and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: I am saying that I am resigned to my own fate...
Author's Note: So I was struck by this idea over the hiatus when a few other fics with similar themes popped up. It's a Royalty!Fic. This fic is unlike anything I've ever written. The tone, the pacing, the way the characters speak...it's all very new and experimental for me, and I hope you guys like it. Many, many thanks to my lovely beta alissablue for letting me hook her on Glee and Klaine and telling me this didn't suck. :D
I have roughly half of this written,and plan on probably updating every couple of days, but todays events (leaked scene) has prompted me to post more of this tonight! :D
Kurt ran.
He dodged through the crowded streets, most of the people averting their eyes as he passed. He knew what they thought of him, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it at the moment.
At sixteen, now a man, his legs had finally grown and he was as tall as the average person. It was his only advantage in this situation, one that he had recently acquired, as for years his legs had been too short to outrun his tormentors for long.
He pushed himself hard, gasping for every breath of air his lungs drew in. He paused for barely a second, and then took a hard and sudden right turn, hoping to throw his pursuer off his trail.
No such luck, as he came face to face with a brick wall.
A dead end.
Very dead.
As in, Kurt would most likely end up dead if he could not escape the alley.
A chuckle filled the air behind him. Kurt’s eyes closed, dread washing over him as turned around. He moved slowly, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
“Well, well, Fancy.” The deep voice of David Karofsky, Captain of the Guard of the Kingdom of Mckinley, reached his ears and he swallowed down an impassioned retort.
“I don’t want you near me.” He told the guard instead, his voice low and soft. Karofsky smirked.
“Oh, Fancy, you say the sweetest things.” Karofsky moved closer and Kurt found himself stepping backward until the hard wood of the building behind him touch his back. He winced as weather-splintered wood pierced his delicate skin.
“I have not broken any laws, Captain.” Kurt told him, speaking louder. “Your continued harassment is unwelcome.”
“You exist; therefore you are breaking the law.” Kurt winced, knowing the captain was referring to his effeminate appearance. In a kingdom with laws such as theirs, a countenance like Kurt’s was enough to get you shunned from the populace.
Kurt was very lucky that this had not yet happened.
“I have done no wrong.” He insisted, his breathing increasing as Karofsky moved closer still, almost like a cat stalking its prey. For that’s what he was, Kurt realized.
Prey.
Karofsky was virtually untouchable - he was King Figgins' right hand man, his main enforcer. The King would never hear ill of his most prized guard member.
Kurt watched Karofky’s approach, his body tense. Most days he could escape the guard, but on days where Karofsky did manage to corner him, he never knew what the other man would do to him.
Some days he and the other men of the guard would drop in him the manure pile behind the public stable. Other days, they would simply assault him, inflicting pain with their fists and their feet until he could barely stagger home with the injuries.
Today was different - until today, Karofsky had never approached Kurt alone.
“If you please, Captain, I am needed at home. My father is still not well, and my step-mother is in dire need of my assistance.”
“I am not finished with you.” Karofsky was invading his personal space now. Kurt turned his head, his eyes squeezing shut as he waited for the blows to fall.
“Come then!” Kurt shouted, opening his eyes and glaring as Karofsky still did nothing. “Why must you torture me further? Injure me as you always do, so I may be on my way.” Karofsky remained motionless, green eyes boring into his. Angry, Kurt tried to brush past him. Karofsky put a hand to Kurt’s chest and pushed him roughly into the wall, knocking the air out of Kurt’s chest.
He saw stars, desperately trying to inhale and that’s when it happened.
Karofsky, Captain of the Guard of the Kingdom of Mckinley - the King’s most prized guard member - broke the most sacredly held of Mckinley’s laws.
Karofsky kissed another man.
Karofsky kissed Kurt.
It was the shock that kept him from reacting at first, but after a moment Kurt found the strength to shove him away. A shaking hand crept up to his mouth as Karofsky let out an anguished cry - before leaning in and trying to capture Kurt’s mouth with his own a second time.
Kurt reacted then, kneeing Karofsky in the groin before taking off at a dead run and never looking back.
*
Still shaking, Kurt made his way up the drive to his family’s modest farmhouse. The feeling of being watched had followed him all the way from town, and he was hurrying along as fast as he could.
His father was a blacksmith by trade and had recently married the Widow Hudson, thus giving Kurt a stepmother and a stepbrother, Finn. He could hear Finn chasing the chickens in the yard, presumably to catch one for dinner, and hoped that he could make it past the slightly older boy without incident. One look at Kurt, and even someone as dim as Finn (dim, but handsome and nice), would know that Kurt was not all right.
Feat accomplished, though he was amused at hearing Finn crying out as the chickens pecked him, Kurt made his way into the house and up to his room before collapsing on the bed.
His whole world had changed in the span of a quarter hour.
Title: Resigned to Fate
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13 (For now - may change later)
Warnings: Homophobia/Bullying, Mentions of Kurtofsky kiss.
Spoilers: Through 2.16 to be safe
Characters: Kurt/Blaine, other misc characters
Disclaimer: Glee and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: I am saying that I am resigned to my own fate...
Author's Note: So I was struck by this idea over the hiatus when a few other fics with similar themes popped up. It's a Royalty!Fic. This fic is unlike anything I've ever written. The tone, the pacing, the way the characters speak...it's all very new and experimental for me, and I hope you guys like it. Many, many thanks to my lovely beta alissablue for letting me hook her on Glee and Klaine and telling me this didn't suck. :D
I have roughly half of this written,and plan on probably updating every couple of days, but todays events (leaked scene) has prompted me to post more of this tonight! :D
Kurt ran.
He dodged through the crowded streets, most of the people averting their eyes as he passed. He knew what they thought of him, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it at the moment.
At sixteen, now a man, his legs had finally grown and he was as tall as the average person. It was his only advantage in this situation, one that he had recently acquired, as for years his legs had been too short to outrun his tormentors for long.
He pushed himself hard, gasping for every breath of air his lungs drew in. He paused for barely a second, and then took a hard and sudden right turn, hoping to throw his pursuer off his trail.
No such luck, as he came face to face with a brick wall.
A dead end.
Very dead.
As in, Kurt would most likely end up dead if he could not escape the alley.
A chuckle filled the air behind him. Kurt’s eyes closed, dread washing over him as turned around. He moved slowly, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
“Well, well, Fancy.” The deep voice of David Karofsky, Captain of the Guard of the Kingdom of Mckinley, reached his ears and he swallowed down an impassioned retort.
“I don’t want you near me.” He told the guard instead, his voice low and soft. Karofsky smirked.
“Oh, Fancy, you say the sweetest things.” Karofsky moved closer and Kurt found himself stepping backward until the hard wood of the building behind him touch his back. He winced as weather-splintered wood pierced his delicate skin.
“I have not broken any laws, Captain.” Kurt told him, speaking louder. “Your continued harassment is unwelcome.”
“You exist; therefore you are breaking the law.” Kurt winced, knowing the captain was referring to his effeminate appearance. In a kingdom with laws such as theirs, a countenance like Kurt’s was enough to get you shunned from the populace.
Kurt was very lucky that this had not yet happened.
“I have done no wrong.” He insisted, his breathing increasing as Karofsky moved closer still, almost like a cat stalking its prey. For that’s what he was, Kurt realized.
Prey.
Karofsky was virtually untouchable - he was King Figgins' right hand man, his main enforcer. The King would never hear ill of his most prized guard member.
Kurt watched Karofky’s approach, his body tense. Most days he could escape the guard, but on days where Karofsky did manage to corner him, he never knew what the other man would do to him.
Some days he and the other men of the guard would drop in him the manure pile behind the public stable. Other days, they would simply assault him, inflicting pain with their fists and their feet until he could barely stagger home with the injuries.
Today was different - until today, Karofsky had never approached Kurt alone.
“If you please, Captain, I am needed at home. My father is still not well, and my step-mother is in dire need of my assistance.”
“I am not finished with you.” Karofsky was invading his personal space now. Kurt turned his head, his eyes squeezing shut as he waited for the blows to fall.
“Come then!” Kurt shouted, opening his eyes and glaring as Karofsky still did nothing. “Why must you torture me further? Injure me as you always do, so I may be on my way.” Karofsky remained motionless, green eyes boring into his. Angry, Kurt tried to brush past him. Karofsky put a hand to Kurt’s chest and pushed him roughly into the wall, knocking the air out of Kurt’s chest.
He saw stars, desperately trying to inhale and that’s when it happened.
Karofsky, Captain of the Guard of the Kingdom of Mckinley - the King’s most prized guard member - broke the most sacredly held of Mckinley’s laws.
Karofsky kissed another man.
Karofsky kissed Kurt.
It was the shock that kept him from reacting at first, but after a moment Kurt found the strength to shove him away. A shaking hand crept up to his mouth as Karofsky let out an anguished cry - before leaning in and trying to capture Kurt’s mouth with his own a second time.
Kurt reacted then, kneeing Karofsky in the groin before taking off at a dead run and never looking back.
*
Still shaking, Kurt made his way up the drive to his family’s modest farmhouse. The feeling of being watched had followed him all the way from town, and he was hurrying along as fast as he could.
His father was a blacksmith by trade and had recently married the Widow Hudson, thus giving Kurt a stepmother and a stepbrother, Finn. He could hear Finn chasing the chickens in the yard, presumably to catch one for dinner, and hoped that he could make it past the slightly older boy without incident. One look at Kurt, and even someone as dim as Finn (dim, but handsome and nice), would know that Kurt was not all right.
Feat accomplished, though he was amused at hearing Finn crying out as the chickens pecked him, Kurt made his way into the house and up to his room before collapsing on the bed.
His whole world had changed in the span of a quarter hour.