I know I am totally disregarding the purpose and intent of GLEE to give us a carefree, uplifting and fun TV show for a change, with as little drama as possible. I just happen to be a sucker for drama and if you hate that, don't read on. You are also advised to leave if you hate slash-fics, or if you are under 18. I am rating this M for a reason and it is your responsibility if you want to read on. (However, don't expect trash or porn because that is not my cup of tea...)
This is my first GLEE-fic and probably the last. The rest of the show doesn't really do anything else to me other than make me grin (grateful for that!!!!!!), but Kurt's character... well. What can I say!
It's a short introductory chapter, more like an Epilogue. If you like it, please review it. Muchas gracias! (And "Köszönöm" which is Thanks in Hungarian, my native tongue.)
Like an angel sighing
There it was, the moment he couldn't postpone any longer. One way or another, his fate was sealed. He would either profess his love for another man to the world (or that part which was too blind to have been ignoring this obvious fact) or see him suffer and hate himself for the rest of... well, possibly his life. The end of high school was a strong probability, and Kurt read in several of the lifestyle magazines his dad was generous to pay subscriptions for that the emotional impact of high school infatuations was the strongest in a young adult's life.
Because he was gay, that impact would follow him for a good while longer.
Being witness to a random constellation of Friday night frolicking at the local bar and a handful of drunken men, possibly ex-cons strutting by looking for harmful fun to whip up their adrenaline levels was not Kurt's ideal way of passing the time. He wished he had stayed home, watched the game with his dad and showed false interest to make him happy, despite the boredom and impatience that was his general mood more and more these days as he grew older and the world started to seem even less sophisticated than before. Even that looked attractive now.
He would pick a dull evening with a father who despite his best intentions had no fucking clue as to who his own son was over a frightening encounter with several strangers who were displaying signs of wanting to bully someone just for the heck of it, anytime. In fact, his usual cool had given way to fear a long time ago. Puck had had too much to drink and had been taken home by a very pregnant girlfriend in a cab. The girls had left hours ago, Mercedes having been the last one to leave: she was the most unfailing girl friend he had ever had. Magnanimous and strong, opting for friendship when she should have smacked him till he got blue in the face when he told her about his preferences. Not that he could have helped liking whom he liked. But deep down in his heart he knew to this day that the reason Mercedes had been led on was that, in a way, he had been leading her on to save his cowardly ass.
A raspy grunt brought him back to the present day and he realized there was trouble on the horizon. Whatever those guys wanted, it was not friendship.
The bar was lit from within, its door and smoky windows emitting a deep, vibrating rhythm sprinkled with the cackling of drunken people. He considered fleeing the parking lot in a mad attempt to reach the bar entrance but the moment he glanced at the door, a hairy arm lifted as an obstacle impossible to overcome. He was puny compared to those gorillas. Even the man he loved, tall as he was, seemed diminutive in the circle of fully grown males.
'I am getting ready to roll here', one of them said and as he pulled Finn closer to him, he grabbed his crotch that bulged generously inside his jeans.
'No!'
The scream made everyone including Finn stare in shock at the minuscule boy who was trying to worm himself out of the gigantic grip of hands and arms. Under the street lamp's light his face shone with tears of disgust and fear. His white shirt lost two buttons in the struggle and creamy, smooth skin showed underneath. They watched him squirm for a minute before they returned their attention to what was happening before the interruption.
'Okay, where were we...'
'No, please!!!'
The tattooed guy let Finn's arm loose and the boy wobbled under the pressure, but only until he was caught in a net of arms and grinning faces. Kurt watched in desperation as his beloved tried to set himself free to no avail. He would never succeed. They might never escape these guys, it occurred to him just when his focus fell on the approaching face of a terrifying man old enough to be his dad and evil-looking enough to play the protagonist of a horror movie. The guy stopped two inches from him and leaned in, stooping so his eyes would become level with his. Kurt squeezed his lips tight and made an extra effort not to throw up: the stench of alcohol, weed and rotting teeth filled his nostrils as the guy exhaled and continued to look at him. Kurt suddenly had a flash of insight: if he was strong enough, he could easily outstare the guy. In fact it was inevitable that the drunken man would fall flat on his face: the level of alcohol in his blood was rising visibly and he wasn't even drinking in that moment. Kurt stood up straight, trying to convey an aura of indestructibility as he arranged his tattered shirt and put on a defiant smile. From the corner of his eye he was trying to follow Finn's moves and maybe send a signal to him. But before he could really think of a plan, disaster happened.
'Well. We must fuck someone tonight or we'll all go starking mad and perhaps even kill a dude or two in there. No one really wants that now, do they?'
Kurt swallowed invisibly and felt his knees give in. He had never been as grateful for the strong hold of a sweaty hand on his arm as he was now. Dignity was the quintessential trait of a diva like him and, although he suspected what would follow, he wanted to stay cool and sane. He heard Finn breathe hard as he still tried to cut himself loose: his captives outnumbered him. Whether he wanted it or not, Kurt was in charge. The choice hung heavy above his head, the moment was time itself frozen stiff ready to explode and demolish all trapped in it. The consequences of his decision were but blurry soldiers in the mist of a bloody battle walking toward each other, enemies transformed into comrades in the face of total meaninglessness. He couldn't hear their screams, he only saw their mimics and those mimics spoke of destruction and destruction only, regardless of his resolve.
(tbc)
