A/N: So, this is my latest plot bunny, an angsty little oneshot from the perspective of Karofsky's imaginary girlfriend. R&R let me know what you think.
Karofsky: A girlfriend's perspective
She knows her boyfriend's gay; not the happy kind of gay but the whole wants to kiss boys but is so far in the closet he's probably reached Narnia kind of gay.
When she thinks about it now, it should have been obvious, she'd suspected, sure, so had Azimo, but it was always an unspoken conversation between them, conducted behind Dave's back and over his shoulder.
This was his secret and they, as his girlfriend and best friend were going to keep it.
In his own way, she knows he loves her. But it's not like the way it used to be, it's not all or nothing anymore it's just platitudes whispered in the heat of the moment. It's just words.
Between them, actions have always spoken louder.
He'll grab her hand in the hallway, almost dragging her through the crowd of students, grinning as they part like the red sea before him and then, as they reached her locker, next to his as always, he'd press her against the locker and kiss her soundly.
Always as Kurt Hummel walked by.
They don't have sex anymore, she can't, not after, in the heat of passion, he called her another name... he called her Kurt.
Dave had no idea that something was wrong, that something had changed, not until the next day she walked down the hall, slushie in hand, and threw it into the young singer's face.
Kurt, to his credit had wiped the corn syrup from his eyes and stared at her defiantly, "It's not my fault." He hissed, before walking off to get changed.
She knows, knows it's not his fault. It's not. It's hers and it's Dave's. Because neither of them have got the courage to just end it already.
As she watches him laugh with Azimo, she can't help but liken them to the band on the Titanic, they'll be in this til the bitter end, playing their song until the ship damn well sinks.
She can't watch him near Kurt, can't watch the locker shoves, the insults because she knows it's like when they were kids and he'd pull her pigtails, only more violent. But each push, each shove, each insult and swear...it's not just Kurt he's hurting, it's not... because he's berating himself too.
She thought, his expulsion would have been enough to get him to spill, to sit his parents down and just say, look, but he didn't. They got home and his Dad raged, his mother cried, and they used their connections to get him back to school, back to hanging out in mediocrity with promises that he'd be better. That he'd do better.
He turned up at her place, beer in hand, half drunk already and grinning like a loon, "I'm back baby!" he grinned at her, pulling her in with one arm for a heated, drunken kiss.
It wasn't until later that night, once all the beer had been drunk and they were snuggled on the couch that he whispered to her, "I kissed Hummel. Babe, I...I think I love him. I love him. But I love you. I...Babe, I don't know what to do."
She smiled softly, pressing a kiss onto his forehead, as her heart broke, "We'll go on." She whispered, "We'll go on because it's what we have to do. I love you."
She just prayed that it would be enough to keep them both above water for just a little while longer.