Title: Righting Wrongs
Author: Elizabeth Wilde ()
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Karofsky/Kurt
Summary: An expansion of a segment from "Eventualities in Song." Dave and Kurt try to find out who they are now and who they could be together.
Spoilers: Through "Never Been Kissed."
Genre: romance, angst
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any Glee characters. I am making no money from this, just enjoying myself.
Distribution: My site at .net/wilde
Author's Note: Inspired by "Love Game" by Lady Gaga.
The hands on his hips were sure and strong, and Kurt felt his breath catch. He wasn't sure he even wanted to turn around and find out who the hands belonged to. There was something intoxicating about dancing intimately with someone he'd never seen. It could be a creepy old dude who didn't belong in the college-aged crowd. It could also be a super model having a night on the town. Whoever it was, they had amazing hands. The beat throbbed through the room full of dancers. It was like they were alone despite being in the middle of the crowd.
He heard the person with him murmuring something in a soft, sexy tone, but he couldn't make it out. It didn't really matter. At least the voice confirmed in his mind that his partner was of a similar age. He was slightly tipsy, and the music was really too loud to hear anyway. It wasn't that he had become some sort of useless party boy, but everyone needed to give up control sometimes. College had been a revelation in how to stop hiding, to stop worrying. He'd emerged from school someone very much the same and very much different. It eased the tension from the constant cycle of class and work to go out, get a little drunk and have a little fun.
One of the hands strayed to his waist, sliding up under his too-tight shirt and Kurt sighed and leaned back against the strong chest of his unknown partner. The man's hand was warm pressed flush against his stomach. Warm and sexy. Kurt loved having his stomach stroked. He didn't do ab workouts for nothing. His eyes squeezed shut, and he kept them that way for a long moment before letting them open.
Kurt couldn't help the thrill of fear that went through him when he recognized the face of the man holding him. It was changed. Rather drastically changed, actually: the face slimmer, the body he could feel at his back infinitely more fit than it had been in high school, more toned. "Oh, god-" He immediately moved to get away, but the look of abject pain on the other man's face stopped him momentarily. "What are you-"
"The same thing you are. I saw you... couldn't help it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." There was no blustery confidence, no anger, nothing but confused pain on Dave Karofsky's face. A bit older, a bit wiser, a lot more fit, the young man let Kurt slip out of his grasp and finally took a deep breath. "Can I buy you a drink?"