My first multi-chapter story! This isn't a cohesive story, though, it's just a collection of super-short ones. I'm kind of madly obsessed with the Persona games, so as I was playing and had all the cards floating around in my head, I thought 'Huh, I bet the cards would make good prompts for drabbles', and they did, and it was amazing. At first I was only gonna do the Major Arcana, since most of my sudden inspiration came in the form of the Fool, Death, and Hierophant cards, but as I was reading my books on tarot I saw that the Minor Arcana had some real potential for shorter stories. So that's how this disgustingly huge, 78 drabble long story was made!

So, a little info about how it'll be structured. The Major Arcana stories will tend to be longer, will heavily feature the Glee character I think fits the card the most, and will get its own chapter. The Minor Arcana will be grouped together, with varying amounts per chapter depending where the prompts take me. Ideally, I want to have the Minor and Major chapters be evenly spread out, but that would be way too much work to make it perfect, so there might be lots of Minor followed by lots of Major. It all depends on when inspiration strikes, pretty much.

All of them are going to be Kurtofsky themed. Some of them might feature other pairings for the angst factor, but Dave, Kurt, and their bond with each other will always be the focus. If you are a Blaine fan, I'd prepare yourself for the inevitable Blaine bashing, because like I said in my Kurtbender fic, I straight-up hate Blaine, and find it hard making him a real character, since all I want him to do is be a dick and get punched for it. I'm working on it, though, since that's not good writing habit, and hopefully by the time I get to The Sun (the major card I picked out for Blaine), I'll have evolved him into 'real person' as opposed to 'one-dimensional villain'.

I'll leave more specific warnings to their respective chapters. Enjoy The Fool!


0 The Fool: The subject of the reading faces a choice of vital importance to him. The beginning of a journey, a leap into the unknown. Significant and unexpected circumstances. Reversed; Fear of the unknown. Excessive conformity. Impulsiveness. You may be foolishly obsessed with your own point of view.

When Dave first realized that his lingering glances in the locker room weren't just adolescent curiosity, the question of coming out wasn't even a question, it was a statement. 'I can't come out, because I have nothing to come out from. I am not gay'. The mantra repeated itself over and over in his mind; even as he started staring resolutely into his locker so he didn't glance, even as he started making out with girl after girl, hoping to find one who inspired lust, even as he became more and more aware of the existence of Kurt Hummel.

He thought that Kurt was born out of the closet, so strong and proud that he didn't need the false security. He knows better now, knows that Kurt struggled on his own journey, but at the time he was ignorant, and focused his silent anger on the boy who represented a dream he couldn't even admit to himself. He didn't go near him for a long while, fearing that some stray spark of pride would implant itself in his soul, but he saw how everyone else picked on him. Every dumpster-dive courtesy of Puckerman, every slushie, reinforced his own beliefs. He didn't stop to think that maybe they were picking on him for being just plain different, or because the clothes made such an attractive target for destruction. He could only focus on the gay of it all. They were throwing him in the trash because gays were trash. They slushied him because gays burnt too bright and intense and needed to be cooled down. They locker-checked him because gays were weak.

His mother didn't help the situation, constantly spewing the brimstone and hellfire she learned in Catholic School, and his Dad was quiet about that sort of thing, forcing Dave to think that was just how everyone felt on the topic. He kissed more girls, made more off-color jokes, and finally started bullying Kurt. None of it helped, of course. In fact, it made things worse. Now he was acutely aware that he was probably gay, though he never dared to think the words. The girls bored him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that their bodies just felt wrong under his hands. The jokes left tiny blemishes on his soul, and seeing strong, proud, beautiful Kurt crumpled on the ground or dripping with slush hurt him more than he ever thought it would. He still refused to think about coming out, because he refused to think he was gay.

All of it was shattered when he finally pushed Kurt too far, and was followed into the locker-room. He was reckless, impulsive, stupid, and was suddenly on the edge of a cliff, staring down into the fiery inferno below. It didn't matter that he wasn't all that religious, the sudden impending outing left only one course for his life; that it would become a living hell. So he made a choice, made the worst choice, and dragged Kurt down to hell with him. Those few weeks would always be a black mark in his life.

When he had finally driven Kurt away, it left him with a sort of numbness, and he couldn't decide if it was comfortable, or awful. If he hadn't outed him by now, then he probably wasn't going to, though Dave still had that sliver of fear lodged in his heart. Still the question of his coming out wasn't a question, it was a statement, 'I can't come out because then I'll be beaten and driven away and cast into Hell'. The foolishness of the thought escaped him at the time, of course.

Months passed and slowly, so slowly, the idea of David Paul Karofsky being gay didn't make his stomach clench as much. Santana voicing out loud his probable future helped, strangely. Suddenly having a beard who understood what he was going through accelerated his 'progress', as Kurt would call it, though the Prom debacle halted it for a while. He was cast back into the old fear, thinking it was just as much a statement against him as it was against Kurt. He cursed Loki, the only deity of tricks he could think of, wondering which of his enterprising peers received the whispered plan. When Santana later told him they'd have no way of knowing, and at least nothing else had happened to them, he stopped thinking about it. She also got on his case to offer his sympathy to Kurt, and after making him beg her for Kurt's e-mail address and agonizing over it for a week, he opened up communications with his crush.

Kurt was as kind, gracious, and perfect as ever. He brushed off Dave's condolences, knowing he would have never taken part in a prank like that, and offered his own apology for putting pressure on Dave to come out. They got into a long discussion about his 'journey' out of the closet. Kurt said that it's a choice only he can make, and that there isn't a deadline for it. He said that even for him, he had to think about it, think about what he wanted to say, and to who, and when. He said he pressured Dave because he didn't want him to be upset and scared anymore, he wanted him to be happy, and even Dave had to admit that just the thought of spending his life in the closet, trying to fit into the mold of heterosexual, was nearly unbearable.

The thought of coming out, though, was almost equally scary. Kurt said it was okay, normal even, to be scared, during their first phone-call to each other, and went on to assure him that everything Dave had felt during those dark months was normal too. In a moment of weakness, Dave said he felt alone. Kurt was instantly up in arms, assuring Dave that he would never be alone, not while Santana was still stalking the halls, that Brittany help as well, and even hearing that Kurt's stupid Dalton boyfriend would have his back made him feel a little better. A small part of him still wasn't sold on the idea of this stupid journey, until Kurt said, in a softer voice, that he promised to be always be there, for every step of the way. He said that the choice was David's alone, but that the journey would be filled with more friends than he'd know what to do with.

The question of Dave's coming out wasn't a question, it was a statement. 'I am in the closet, and I will come out when I am ready. Because I am in love with Kurt Hummel'.


I think that's the first time I ever had a story/drabble/ficlet of just someone thinking/reflecting. I like how it turned out, though I know it's kind of just regurgitating the plot of the show, but when I thought about The Fool, and of choices and journeys, Dave's journey to acceptance stuck out at me. I'm not all that good at writing serious stuff though, haha, and I can tell you right now most of these are going to be on the sillier side. I'll leave the drama and angst to the people who can actually write it.

As always, I appreciate reviews and suggestions! 78 prompts is a lot to come up with, so if any of you mystics out there would like to suggest something for a specific card, I'd love to hear your thoughts.