Out of My Head
A/N: Written for a prompt where Kurt fucks Dave is at party and is snarky and bitchy to him, but Dave keeps coming back for more. This was originally meant to be a one-shot pwp, but I can't write stories without sweet delicious angsty plot. So there will be plot. Will be a six or seven shot probably!
Dave walked into yet another high school party. Truth be told he was sort of tired of them. He was expected to show up after every game and pretend to care about the hot girls at the party, and drinking, and doing stupid shit with his "friends."
He used the word friends very loosely. In fact the only real friend he had was Azimio, and even then sometimes he wondered why he was still friends with such a homophobic asshole.
The only thing that made these parties worthwhile was the fact that the Gleeks showed up and they were easy targets. Especially that Barry girl. Man she was a drama queen and getting her going was easily the most entertaining thing of his week.
That and seeing Kurt Hummel. Good Lord that kid knew how to push all his buttons. He was flaming and proud and fucking annoying as all hell.
Like seriously annoying. He'd show up to the parties acting all holier than thou as if his lack of drinking somehow made him better than Dave and the rest of the jocks. He spent the majority of his time making snide remarks at him and the football team and acting like a little bitch.
If Finn and half the team weren't on the damn football team and in that gay glee club, and if they weren't in Finn and Kurt's fucking basement, he'd have taught Kurt a lesson in manners.
Tonight was no different. Azimio was in the corner making out with some random cheerleaders, a few of which were from the opposing team. Finn and Rachel were having some sort of argument, Quinn and Lauren were yelling at Puck, Mike and Sam were comparing abs, and Brittany, Santana, and Artie were playing some spin the cripple.
And there Kurt was eyeing him from one of the barstools. Sitting prim and proper with one leg over the other. As if he were at some fucking fancy dinner or something.
Kurt lifted his chin slightly, brushed his hair back and spun around to talk to Mercedes who was pouring herself a drink.
God he fucking hated these parties. Kurt was clearly in one of his "I'm superior to you in every way" moods and it seemed to be one of those let's all hook up and make out parties.
Dave grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch and started playing some guitar hero. He could at least unwind by doing that.
"So, I'm surprised you even came tonight, Karofsky."
Kurt's voice behind him surprised him enough to make him mess up the song.
"Damnit, Hummel. Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Sneak up on me like that."
"Well at least when I sneak up on you, I don't push you into lockers and steal your first kiss."
Dave looked around terrified that someone could've possibly heard Kurt.
He lowered his voice,
"Fuck, Hummel. You trying to out me?"
"Believe me, ham hock, they are far too busy drinking and making out with each other to notice."
"Still, keep that shit to yourself."
"And if I don't, what are you going to do? Kill me?"
"Jesus Fucking Christ, Hummel. You are a piece of work you know that?"
"I'm the piece of work? I'm not the one who threatened you with physical violence."
"No, but you do threaten to out me every time I come to one of these damn parties."
"Well maybe you should take the hint and stop coming to them."
"And if I don't go the parties, people will suspect something and find out anyways. I may be slow, Kurt, but I'm not stupid. I know what you're doing. You're trying to ruin my life and make me miserable just like I made you. Guess what, I already am miserable. So you want to ruin my life, do it? I'm tired of you constantly threatening me. Do it or shut the fuck up about it. I apologized to you and I meant it, but it's not my damn fault if you won't accept it."
Dave's voice had risen considerably by that point and everyone stopped and watched Dave and Kurt argue.
Finn finally stepped in,
"What the hell Karofsky? Kurt is he hurting you?"
Dave laughed bitterly,
"I haven't laid a hand on Kurt since before he transferred to Dalton. Maybe you should just keep your brother the fuck away from me during these parties, Hudson. I'm tired and I really don't feel the need to put up with this shit tonight. I'm out."
Dave picked up his letterman jacket, downed the rest of his beer and headed toward the stairs.
He had just reached the top when he felt a much smaller body push against the wall.
"Fuck you, Karofsky. You don't get to be mad at me. You tortured me for years!"
Dave just stood there and took it. He knew eventually Kurt would snap and he did deserve it.
Kurt pummeled his chest with his fists,
"I can't stand you, you know that? You always come to these parties and people pretend like you're the greatest thing known to man because you can hit people on the football field and because you're an athlete. You're a shitty human being and I lay awake at night and pray that you die. You know that? I do. I want a fucking bus to run you over. In fact I daydream about it a lot."
Each word was like a knife wound in his heart. Kurt was slicing and filleting it up and he felt raw and exposed. In fact he felt like crying. But he would never give Kurt the satisfaction of knowing what his words did to him.
He had already lost twenty pounds because of what Kurt had said to him in the locker room before he transferred away.
Kurt finally quit hitting him.
"Aren't you going to fight back?"
"No. You're absolutely right and I do deserve your hatred."
Kurt took a step backward; his eyes widened with shock and horror and almost took a step right off the first step. Dave stepped forward and grabbed before he fell backwards down the stairs.
"Let me go, Karofsky."
Karofsky put him on his feet and slipped into his coat.
"I really am sorry, Kurt. I hope one day you understand that and can forgive me."
He slipped out the door and ran home. He felt the tears flowing as he thought about what Kurt had said. He almost did want to throw himself in front of a bus. He almost did want to die. He found himself at home then.
His parents were watching a movie, and he flickered the lights to let them know he was home safe.
He stopped to grab a banana and some Gatorade.
He was still so fucking tense and worked up over what had happened, so he went to his room. He grabbed a few of his weights, pumped the Zeppelin, and started lifting.
After about twenty minutes of exercise he stopped. He was sweaty and tired and he was ready to sleep even if it was only eleven p.m. on a Friday night.
He grabbed his shower stuff and walked into his bathroom.
Afterwards he pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and checked his body out. He had definitely lost a good deal of weight, and he was toned. He had six packs and he was hard and firm, but he still felt overweight, chubby, and fat. He was always going to be a large man. He was over six feet tall, he had large bones, and he was stocky. No amount of dieting was going to change his build.
He was just getting ready to go to bed when he heard his bedroom window open.
He spun around and saw Kurt Hummel climbing through his window.