A/N: Okay, so two chapters into Once More Unto The Breach and this little idea hit me. Let's make this clear, it STARTS OFF KLAINE, has an UNFRIENDLY VIEW OF BLAINE, and is KURTOFSKY ENDGAME.
Chapter wise, this starts after the car scene in season three episode five The First Time. Nothing has happened that didn't happen in canon. I just think that Kurt is a very controlled person and with Blaine's attempt at taking that control away, Kurt would be very upset. From the car scene on, this can be considered AU.
Note that there are sensitive issues in here that are dealt with lightly and without tact such as rape and slut-shaming. In no way do I intend to promote those things in real life- Kurt is just really messed up right now.
Anyways, try to enjoy and remember KURTOFSKY ENDGAME!
It was dark and it was cold and Kurt just wanted to go home. But he couldn't. His face was swollen and red from all the crying he had done after Blaine had walked away from him. He couldn't stop shaking and there was no way that his hair would lay flat after the hour he had spent running his fingers through it.
Simply put, Kurt was a mess. And there was no way he could go home if he was a mess.
He let out a small, lonely sob when he realized there was no where he could go. He was alone and was just now realizing this. He couldn't go to his house for fear that his dad would be more concerned with the fact that he had gone to a gay bar rather than the fact that his boyfriend tried to force sex on him. His boyfriend, Blaine, who just left him because he was more concerned that Kurt had denied him than that he had potentially hurt Kurt.
It was sad that his dad and Blaine were the only two people Kurt could think of to go to for comfort. Though it did make sense. Besides family and significant others, most people went to their friends. And Kurt didn't really have any friends. He hadn't for a long time now- definitely since he'd transferred back from Dalton to McKinley. When he thought back to it though, perhaps he'd never really had friends. The friends Kurt thought he had had left or drifted away over the summer between sophomore and junior year. The only person he'd even thought he was still friends with at the beginning of that year had been Mercedes and she had pulled away after his dad's heart attack.
The resulting loneliness left Kurt in the position he was in now: alone, hurt, and scared with no place to go and no person to turn to. All Kurt wanted right now was the loud comfort of people and noise. Reluctantly, he brought his head up and stared out of the front windshield. There Scandals sat, loud and thumping and full of people. Exactly what Kurt needed, even if his problems for the night had technically started with Scandals.
Doing a quick face check in his rear view mirror, Kurt could almost manage a smile at the sight of his near calm face. No one would notice the slight redness of his eyes or the tense lines around his mouth. Especially since it was nearly -Kurt glanced at his phone- one in the morning. In line with the time, Kurt pulled off his bolo tie and vest and threw them into the passenger seat before untucking his shirt and mussing his hair one last time.
Kurt jumped out of the Navigator, slamming and locking the door behind him. Cautiously walking up to the door, he stopped in front of the bouncer and looked at the large man coyly through his lashes. "Mind if I go back in?"
Narrowed eyes took in his ruffled appearance, tense figure, and shaking hands. The bouncer sighed and laid a hand on Kurt's shoulder gently. "You got a ride home, darlin'?"
Kurt shook his head and raised a hand to run it through his hair. "My car. I'm not drinking, I just need. . ." He trailed off, uncertain, but needn't have worried because the man was now nodding his head sympathetically.
"Go ahead," he said softly, giving Kurt a tiny smile. "But if you decide to start drinking, come let me know, alright?"
A sweet smile split across Kurt's face. "Thanks, um. . ."
The man laughed. "Derek."
"Derek," Kurt repeated, nodding to himself. "I'm Kurt."
"Have fun, Kurt," Derek winked and moved out of the way so Kurt could go in.
When he entered the bar, Kurt stopped for a moment, soaking in the atmosphere. He slid his gaze over every person there, smiling at a few couples that were leaning against the walls. Trying to not look for the one person that was responsible for him being here in the first place, Kurt whined quietly when the other boy turned and locked eyes on him. Instead of gearing up for the argument that Sebastian was clearly on his way to him for, Kurt turned and headed to the bar where he was slightly surprised to see David Karofsky still sitting.
He walked over to Dave and slid onto the stool next to him, positioning himself to face Dave, propping his head on his fist.
"Hey, Dave."
Shifting in surprise, Dave turned and caught sight of Kurt next to him. "Kurt? What the Hell?!"
Suddenly self-conscious, the smaller boy sat up and dropped his hands into his lap, staring at his fidgeting fingers. He was overcome by the feeling that, just like everyone else, Dave wanted nothing to do with him and the conversation from earlier was just Dave doing his best to be polite to him.
"I, uh, sorry. . ." Kurt shrugged restlessly. "I shouldn't have bothered you."
"No! What?" Dave dropped a heavy hand on Kurt's knee carefully, the other hand tentatively pulling the smaller man's face up by the chin. He looked at Kurt with worry and confusion in his hazel eyes. "Kurt, what's going on? I saw you leave with Blaine earlier."
"I did," Kurt affirmed quietly, trying to resist the urge to wiggle closer to Dave's large, warm presence that, despite past actions, just seemed to create a sense of comfort and protection. "Well, he left. I couldn't go anywhere after. . ."
"After what?" Dave pushed gently, rubbing his thumb softly over Kurt's knee. "What happened?"
Kurt exhaled shakily and grasped Dave's free hand. "He wanted to- I said- But he-" he stopped himself. It was useless; he couldn't get the words out. The helplessness from earlier crashed over him again and he began to whimper.
"Ssh, Kurt," Dave squeezed his hand and knee tightly. "It's alright. You don't have to say the words. I understand."
Nodding gratefully, Kurt pressed his lips together and shut his eyes against the coming tears. He wanted to find somewhere he wouldn't be alone but would be private enough so he could just curl into a tiny little ball and cry out all the hurt and fear and loneliness. But he couldn't. All he had was a gay bar and an ex-bully.
He froze in confusion when Dave's arms came up and wrapped around him, knocking him out of his thoughts. The larger man pulled until Kurt was in his lap, his face pressed tight against Dave's shoulder.
"Oh, Dave," Kurt sighed wetly, the urge to cry blocking his throat.
"Hush, Fancy. I've got you now," Dave said sweetly, lifting a hand to run his fingers through Kurt's already messy hair. "I'll take care of you."
"Thank you," Kurt whispered as he pulled back just enough to look into Dave's eyes. He wrapped his fingers around the collar of Dave's jacket and laid his head back down on his shoulder. "You're being so good to me."
Dave tightened his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him close enough that Kurt could feel his chest rise and fall against his side. "You deserve it. That and so much more. No one knows that better than me."
At those words, Kurt finally relaxed against Dave's chest completely, the tension dissipating and leaving his weak, tired body slumped. "God, David, who are you? You can't possibly be real."
The arm around his waist tightened again, Dave's other hand dropping down to stroke over Kurt's thighs. "Do you want to get out of here? We can go someplace a little quieter. It may be the weekend but you look like you could use a good sleep."
"That sounds great," Kurt admitted, smiling softly. "I know where I want to go- if it wouldn't bother you. I mean, if you wanted to tag along."
Dave put his hands on Kurt's hips and pushed him to standing. Getting up after, he wrapped his right arm back around the smaller boy's waist and steered him to the exit.
As they were leaving, however, Kurt caught sight of the one person he definitely did not want to see. Unlucky for Kurt, Sebastian had his eyes locked on him again. In fact, it looked as if he was walking right up to them. Kurt really didn't want to put up with him, especially now that he had calmed down a little.
"David," he pushed himself tight against Dave's side. "David, we have to get out of here. We need to leave now."
Instead of asking what had upset Kurt, Dave cast his eyes around the bar and caught sight of Sebastian stalking towards them. He glared and said, "We are, Kurt, don't worry."
They made it to the exit and walked out into the cool early morning air, barely managing to nod at Derek as they went past. The slight breeze that slid over Kurt's skin and the though of Sebastian following them caused Kurt to hurry to his car, practically dragging Dave along with him. They reached the Navigator but it was too late.
"Hey!"
"Damn it!" Kurt dropped his forehead against the driver's side window. He had been so close to avoiding this. Behind him, he felt Dave shift so he turned around and found the larger man had dropped himself into a defensive, protecting stance. His legs were spread, feet flat, knees bent, and arms loose at his side. Dave was ready for anything.
"What do you want, Sebastian?" Dave asked, voice tight.
Sebastian lifted an eyebrow, a malicious smirk spreading across his face. A smirk that just caused Dave to wind up even tighter.
"Don't," Kurt laid a hand against the small of Dave's back. "Please, David. Can we just leave? I'm so tired."
"Yeah, alright," Dave nodded, relaxing slightly. "You're not driving though. We'll take my truck instead and I'll bring you back here to get your car later."
A strange look flashed across Sebastian's face. "You're going home with him?"
"Why do you care?" Kurt sighed, all the emotions of the night leaving him weak, shaky, and completely unwilling to deal with Sebastian's particular brand of bullshit.
"I'm just saying that you pitch a bitch fit about me hitting on Blaine, you leave with Blaine, yet here you are," Sebastian gestured to their surroundings. "Hours later and no boyfriend in sight. You don't want Blaine to have any fun but now you're going home with this-this bear cub? What the Hell, Kurt?!"
At the mention of Blaine, small tremors shook Kurt. He'd nearly forgotten that ugly part of the night and just why he was leaving the bar with Dave. Being reminded of it now just pissed him off. He pushed past Dave until he was in Sebastian's face. Then he lost it.
"Oh, fuck you, Sebastian!" Kurt spit out, every weak emotion quickly turning into anger. "You don't know Blaine or Dave and you sure as Hell don't know me! For your information, I tried to leave with Blaine earlier. He tried to make me have sex with him in my backseat. Now that might sound like the highlight of a Friday night to you but I'm a virgin. And I don't intend to lose my virginity in a car with my boyfriend in a near rape just because he got horny with the local slut."
He paused a minute to breathe, feeling a thrill of vindictiveness at the look on Sebastian's face. Catching his breath, Kurt continued. It felt good to let it out, like all the weakness was melting out of him.
"Now when Blaine found that out, he got pissed and stormed off. I don't know where he went and I don't particularly care. I was terrified, Sebastian. I sat in my car crying for over an hour until I just couldn't handle the loneliness anymore so I went back inside. I needed someone to talk to -anyone really- but I saw Dave. I was so grateful because Dave's so good at taking care of me."
He glared at Sebastian hatefully, his eyes ice cold, and finished. "So if I want to go home with Dave instead of Blaine, that's really none of your fucking business, is it?"
Sebastian's face was frozen in an expression of sorrow and disbelief. When he wrapped his arms around himself, he looked more like the boy he was and not the creep he had been acting like since Kurt met him. "Did-did Blaine really. . ."
"I know you wanted him and you thought he was perfect," Kurt said, only being bolstered by the warm hands on his shoulders as all the anger had disappeared. "I did, too, but he's not. He's not perfect but. . .if you still want him, I'm breaking up with him today. I can't handle being with him when I'd never know if he'd do something like that again."
"I understand," Sebastian said quietly. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to not understand and that broke Kurt's heart a little. "Kurt. . .I'm so sorry this happened to you. I feel at least partly responsible because I invited you. I go after something I want and I wanted Blaine but I'm not heartless. I'm here if you need anything. Really."
When Kurt froze in shock, Dave finally moved forward and pulled Kurt to his side. "What about Blaine? He's going think it's weird that you're suddenly best buds with Kurt."
The Warbler shrugged. "We aren't that close. Besides, I've learned that people's true personalities come out when they're drunk. If that's the way Blaine is, I want nothing to do with him."
"Good," Dave said. "I don't know you, Sebastian, but you seem like a smart guy and smart guys definitely don't need to get mixed up in all that mess."
Nodding, Sebastian glanced at Kurt and gave him a tiny smile. "Will you text me later? I'd like to know how you're doing."
"Sure," Kurt said quietly, passing his phone over so his new friend could put in his number. Sebastian did the same, motioning for Kurt to pass it along to Dave when he was finished. "I'd like that."
They all traded tentative grins and waved, Sebastian walking away.
"You ready?" Dave spoke up, nudging Kurt gently.
"Yeah," he answered, looking up at Dave in appreciation. He smiled softly, the warmth of being taken care of coursing through him. "Yeah, let's go."
[Kurtofsky Endgame]
It was bright and it was hot and Kurt had just woke up, almost startled to find himself laying on top of another person. He tensed and relaxed in quick succession, the relaxation pulsing through him as he breathed in the smell of wet grass, flowers, sweat, and just a hint of Axe body spray. He was fine: he knew where he was, who he was with, and why. Despite the why, it was actually a pretty good start to the day.
He shifted slowly, trying not to wake Dave up as he cuddled close. All he wanted was another few minutes of those muscular arms wrapped around him and that wide, warm chest pressed against his. Sadly, it didn't look like he was going to get that. Dave was waking up.
"Mmm, Kurt," Dave wiggled a bit and opened his eyes, the sunlight hitting them and causing Dave to squint unhappily. He tightened his arms around Kurt so he wouldn't slip as they shifted together to sit up against the small slab of stone. "How're you feeling, Fancy?"
Kurt smiled up at him, happiness flooding every inch of his face. "I'm great," he said honestly. "Last night -well, this morning- was so comforting. I had no idea how long I'd been wanting that. Thank you. Especially for this." He motioned to the place around them.
Dave barely glanced at the long rows of various tombstones, plaques, and statues. "You were upset and wanted to see your mom. I wanted to do what would make you happy. I didn't mind."
Eyes burning from denied tears, Kurt stretched up and wrapped his arms around Dave's neck, pressing their faces close.
"Come on," Dave murmured lowly into Kurt's ear. "I'll take you back to Scandals to pick up your car and then I'll follow you to make sure you make it home okay."
Kurt stood shakily, his legs a little weak. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten and he knew he'd been overly emotional last night. Those things together definitely wouldn't hold Kurt up.
However, Dave would and he did. He stood beside Kurt and led him gently back to the truck. He was so slow and careful, it brought tears to Kurt's eyes. When they reached the truck, he finally let go and all the tears fell.
"Kurt?!"
The smaller boy turned to Dave, cheeks wet and blue eyes tinged red but expression ultimately happy. "You have no idea how happy I am that you were at Scandals last night."
A/N: teaser for next chapter: no one notices, klaine break-up, dave's a saint, and what's this about the warblers?
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