Day 2: Fairy Tales (Red Riding Hood)
… In which Kurt has a Red Riding Hood themed dream the night after he leaves Scandals, starring Blaine as the Big Bad Wolf and Dave as the Woodcutter…
Kurt almost got himself killed driving home from Scandals that night, he was so upset. He was struggling with being worried about Blaine and angry that Blaine had disrespected him so thoroughly, which had resulted in some overly emotional sobs that made him pull over because he couldn't see the road.
By the time he got home, he had settled on mostly feeling angry and violated (though he did still take the time to text Blaine and ask if he had gotten home okay, but he didn't get an answer). He was angry at Blaine for trying to force himself on him, but he was also angry at himself for feeling like he had ended up the bad guy in this situation. After all, Blaine had been the one who got rejected and then had to walk a distance that really made it impossible for him to get home. Even his unwanted advances could be blamed on the alcohol. Kurt made up his mind to apologize to Blaine in the morning, though the decision left him feeling bitter and a little compromised.
He robotically went through his bedtime skin care regiment, trying to think of something to distract himself. What else had happened that evening? He had gotten ditched at the bar while prohibited to drink because he was the designated driver, and his boyfriend danced with the guy that constantly made passes at him that were about as subtle as getting hit by a train. Well that wasn't making Kurt feel any better. OH! He had seen Dave Karofsky and was pleasantly surprised that he seemed to be sorting out his problems and figuring out who he really is. That had definitely been the highlight of Kurt's night.
As he climbed into bed, his thoughts once more drifted back to Blaine pulling and pushing him in the back of the car; he shuddered, trying to return to the more pleasant thought of Dave. The result was one final jumbled thought that Dave could and would have saved him from Blaine with his strong bear-cub arms if he had known it was happening, and then Kurt fell into a fitful sleep.
Kurt was standing, looking into the dark woods that swallowed up the pathway that Kurt needed to follow. He pulled his red, designer cloak tighter around his shoulders and, with an expert flic of the hands, put on the wide hood, as though it could block out the dangers ahead. With a sigh, Kurt continued walking.
After what seemed like hours, Kurt had grown bored of jumping at every innocent sound and was quite convinced that he would make it out completely safely. He really should have suspected that nature was just trying to lull him into a sense of false security. At that moment, wolf stepped into his path, looking at him with a grin that was too wide (and had too many sharp teeth) to be safe.
Kurt, however, was unimpressed. "You're not exactly 'big' and 'bad' are you? You're smaller than I am AND you have triangles for eyebrows."
The wolf's smile grew, "I'm still stronger than you. And you have something I want that I plan to take right now."
Kurt looked down at himself, "I don't have anything but my clothes, and you have no use for them. Well, whatever it is, you can't have it. Now if you'll excuse me…"
The wolf lunged at him, pulling their bodies close with surprising strength. The next second, Kurt was on the ground, and the wolf was tearing at his clothes with massive claws that carelessly caught on Kurt's skin, drawing blood, which the disgusting, midget wolf leaned down to lick up.
Kurt flailed against the hairy body above him, managing to land enough of a blow to stun the wolf so he could get out from under him. Instead of the wolf leaving like Kurt for some reason expected (like this had happened before) the wolf's triangular eyebrows drew together, etching a frown line across his face. The wolf dragged a paw through his greasy hair as he told Kurt that he would regret that.
Kurt turned and ran, shouting for help, for anyone to save him from being violated. He had just gotten "the talk," and was far from ready to do any of the horrible sounding things he had read about in the pamphlet.
As Kurt tripped on a rogue root, he realized it was probably not a good idea to think and run for your life at the same time. The vaguely Eurasian looking wolf was on him in seconds. He rolled Kurt over so that he was stuck looking up at the wolf. Their faces were inches apart, and Kurt could smell the stout smell of alcohol in the wolf's breath; it smelled like fear. He shut his eyes and thought of England.
A shout tore through the air, and suddenly the smelly weight was off of Kurt. Kurt open his eyes, expecting to see the wolf, but instead he saw a large hand in front of his face. He grabbed it as his eyes traveled up arms that looked strong enough to belong to a bear. But the rest of that body was all man.
The man cleared his throat, and Kurt blushed when he realized he'd been staring appreciatively.
"Um, thanks for saving me from that annoying wolf. How can I ever repay you, Mr…?"
"Dave Karofsky, woodcutter, at your service. And I think we can work out some form of repayment. But maybe we could start with a picnic sometime?"
And so, Not-so-little Red Designer Hood and the woodcutter lived happily ever after.
At least until –
Kurt woke up suddenly to his phone buzzing. He checked it to see that Blaine had answered his question from the previous evening, saying that, yes, he had made it home safely thanks to Sebastian who had been conveniently shown up to drive Blaine home.
Kurt sighed as he fell back onto the bed. I kind of feel like calling Dave for some reason…
