Well, this must be a new record. I wrote this in less than 15 minutes, I think.
It is, for the second time in two days, a fic based on Muchacha10. I don't think it's on DeviantART yet. But it is on her Tumblr an called "Redemption". It's beautiful.
GLEE
How the three boys found themselves together again, they weren't really sure. Kurt had been back at McKinley for less than a week now. He had a handful of run ins with Karofsky. It had gotten to the point where Kurt had enlisted Blaine's help, if only he promised not to push Karofsky again.
So here they were, Kurt, Blaine and Karofsky in the empty choir room at McKinley. School had been dismissed for a few hours now. Kurt hadn't been sure if Karofsky would show up - he had left a note in his locker earlier in the day - but he had, his hands in his letterman jacket and a stoic expression on his face.
"Karofsky," said Kurt, trying to keep his tone free of any hate he might still have for this boy.
Karofsky looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Hummel," he said.
Kurt was nervous. Obviously. "I wanted to talk to you….I know that a lot of our past conversations haven't gone over very well…"
"You mean like you releasing your guard dog on me?" asked Karofsky, gesturing to Blaine, who frowned. "You probably shouldn't have a terrier, by the way."
Kurt was glad that Blaine didn't reaction to the comment.
"I want you to know," said Kurt quickly. "That we're both here for you if you ever want to talk. I'm serious. I don't care what happened between us. I know that being in the closet can't be fun and it can be really, really hard to be open enough to deal with what you're feeling…"
Kurt took a deep breath and looked at Blaine. "We've both been there," said Blaine. "I stayed stubbornly in the closet for years - because of my dad and because of school, but when I finally came out…it was worth it, Karofsky."
Karofsky looked at both of them with an expression of pain, as if he was trying to keep it blank but failing. Kurt expected him to deny who he was, once again, but was surprised.
"I'm not like you guys," he whispered. "This is who I am and it's how I have to stay." Kurt wasn't sure what he was referring to. It could be his presumed sexuality of being straight to everyone but the people in this room, or his bullying ways.
"Karofsky, you don't need to be like this," said Kurt, his eyes trained on Karofsky's. "You can change."
Karofsky stared defiantly back at Kurt, his gaze hard. Then his eyes flickered, falling to the side, away from Kurt.
"I don't think I can," he finally said in a defeated tone.
The silence fell over the three boys. Kurt looked at Karofsky, his eyes cast to the ground. Kurt dropped Blaine's hand, which he had been clutching for comfort, and took a step forward.
"Kurt…" said Blaine, but Kurt ignored him.
Kurt stood in front of Karofsky. The taller boy looked up from the ground and down at Kurt, a confused expression on his face. Before Kurt could think twice about his decision, he took two more steps forward and threw his arms around Karofsky's waist.
The surprise on both Blaine and Karofsky's faces was comical. Karofsky's eyes were wide, looking down at Kurt's head, his arms not touching the other boy. Blaine, at first shocked, slowly understood.
After a long moment, Karofsky's arms encircled the thin boy, a large sigh expelling from his lungs.
"Yes, you can," said Kurt firmly.
Karofsky's eyes prickled, the tears he didn't want falling slowly. As he hugged the other boy as if his life depended on it, soaking in the warmth of another person, he sincerely hoped that Kurt was right.
FIN
Just a short little one-shot. I really hope that Dave gets redeemed. So much.