So, I originally came up with this idea about a week and a half after last season's finale and was just about to post the first part of it when my flash drive decided to become evil. (No, seriously, it's evil now. We tried to run a few diagnostics on it and my brother's computer instantly shut itself down in the ultimate act of self defense.) This has been a weird year, so I'm only now getting around to retyping what I fortunately printed out beforehand and filling in the remaining details. Hopefully I'll have the rest of this out in the next couple of weeks.
Warning: This fic contains mentions of suicide and other things you might call a crisis center for. I tried not to be terribly specific, but if you're afraid it might trigger you, proceed with caution.
I don't own Glee.
Prologue
(From: David Karofsky at 12:42 am)
Hey, are you up? Can you talk?
(From: Kurt at 12:43 am)
Blaine's sleeping. I can text.
(From: David Karofsky at 12:46 am)
Are you over at his house?
(From: Kurt at 12:46 am)
No. He's at mine, not that it matters. Why?
(From: David Karofsky at 12:47 am)
Your dad lets him sleep over?
(From: Kurt at 12:47 am)
Dave
(From: David Karofsky at 12:48 am)
Sorry
(From: Kurt at 12:50 am)
What did you want to talk about?
(From: David Karofsky at 12:51 am)
Just needed a distraction.
(From: Kurt at 12:51 am)
From what? What's going on?
(From: David Karofsky at 12:53 am)
I tried signing on to Facebook again tonight
(From: Kurt at 12:54 am)
And your wall was a mess of hate?
(From: David Karofsky at 12:54 am)
Yeah.
(From: David Karofsky at 12:55 am)
Especially from Azimio. He said he never wants to talk to me again but he won't stop saying crap online.
(From: Kurt at 12:55 am)
I'm sorry. I could say he's an idiot, but he was your friend, so that probably doesn't help much.
(From: Kurt at 12:57 am)
The only thing I can think of is that you could delete your Facebook and stuff and make new accounts when you leave for college. I doubt he'll still care enough to search you out by then. Deleting everything could be enough to make him think he's won without really giving him anything important.
(From: David Karofsky at 12:57 am)
It's such a hassle. I shouldn't have to do that.
(From: Kurt at 12:58 am)
No. You shouldn't. But you need to protect yourself first. It might be your best option.
(From: David Karofsky at 12:58 am)
Maybe
(From: Kurt at 1:00 am)
You're not a bad person, Dave.
(From: Kurt at 1:02 am)
You made mistakes in the past, but so has everyone. You don't deserve anyone's cowardly hate messages. I don't care who they are.
(From: David Karofsky at 1:05 am)
I just don't know how to deal with it.
(From: Kurt at 1:06 am)
Day by day until you leave and things get better. Which is sooner than me now actually.
(From: David Karofsky at 1:06 am)
You're staying in Lima?
(From: Kurt at 1:08 am)
For now. It'll give me more time to save up for New York if I stay another year.
(From: David Karofsky at 1:10 am)
I always thought you'd be the first to leave. It's part of why I used to hate you so much.
(From: Kurt at 1:11 am)
I will leave. Next year. Blaine's still in highschool anyway.
(From: David Karofsky at 1:12 am)
You're not just staying for him though, are you?
(From: Kurt at 1:13 am)
No. he hasn't asked me to. He won't. i'm just staying.
(From: David Karofsky at 1:15 am)
Are you gonna be ok?
(From: Kurt at 1:16 am)
Shouldn't i be asking you that?
(From: David Karofsky at 1:17 am)
Talking to you helped.
(From: Kurt at 1:17 am)
Good. I'm gladd. And yes, I'll be ok
(From: David Karofsky at 1:19 am)
Your typing's starting to suck. I should let you go to sleep.
(From: Kurt at 1:20 am)
Are you gpnna be okay?
(From: David Karofsky at 1:20 am)
Yeah.
(From: David Karofsky at 1:20 am)
Night Kurt.
(From: Kurt at 1:21 am)
Night
(From: Kurt at 1:21 am)
Text me in the morning, ok?
(From: David Karofsky at 1:22 am)
Sure. Go cuddle with your boyfriend or something. You're lucky to have him.
(From: Kurt at 1:23 am)
i am. You'll get one too someday yu know.
(From: David Karofsky at 1:24 am)
Yeah. Later.
(From: Kurt at 1:24 am)
Goodnight Dave
My apologies if this part was difficult/confusing to read; the website keeps fucking with my formatting. I promise, this is the only major texting portion of the fic.