Title: Eagle Scout
Rating: R
Warnings: suicidal thoughts, homophobia
Word Count: ~500
Summary: set during the Cough Syrup suicide sequence - Dave makes a call that hurts.
AN:I blame Savekenny post on tumblr!
Funny how what hurts most is never what you expect. It wasn't his mother telling him they were going to get him cleansed of his disease. It wasn't Azimio's like of gay slurs ending with a death threat if he ever called again. It wasn't Kurt not answering his phone. It wasn't that hot guy at scandals turning him down.
It was a phone call. A simple call that he tried the third time Kurt didn't pick up. Dave was an Eagle Scout, a rare thing these days with so many kids more into video games to care about the wildlife and leadership skills. He had been in the scouts since he was a tiny cub scout getting his first badge and having his mom sew it on his sash. He took up the needle and sewed ever one of his badges onto the sashes through the years. Citizenship, Camping, Hiking, Leatherwork, First Aid, Sciences, Scout Heiritage... he had done them all. He won the leadership badge for successfully assistant leading a troupe of cub scouts on a nature reserve last summer. He loved the scouts. We had already looked up the local troupe at his top three college picks.
His voice must have been watery because at first Scout Master didn't know who was calling. Finally Dave was able to stutter out his name.
"David. What's the matter son?" Mr. Janey had always been a stern but caring leader. He encouraged strength and resolve and loyalty in his troupe and treated all of the boys like his sons. He expected only the best. "You tell me what's wrong and stop crying."
"I... I'm... I'm gay, Sir."
"I don't think I heard you right. Because what I heard does not sound like the good Eagle Scout about to go up for his next camp trip next week. You want to tell me that again?" Dave would never be sure if his scout master was trying to give him an out or really didn't understand.
"I'm a fag, Sir." Dave swallowed his tears as best he could.
"Well... I'll cross you name off the list. It's a same to lose you, David."
"But Sir! I've been in the scouts all my life. I didn't choose. I just... I tried not to be. I tried everything. I can't keep lying."
"Sounds like you're already a liar. You should have told me sooner. Just imagine how many of the cub scouts you could have already infected. Go with God Dave and one day I hope you turn away from the devil and can rejoin us."
The phone line went dead. Dave shook, his hands dropping the phone. That was everything... everything he cared about. Everything that made him feel like a good person. Gone. Dave pulled out his best suit, the one his father had bought him for prom and his grandmother's funeral. From the pocket of his own jeans he took out his Swiss army knife. His troupe number was engraved on the side. He placed it down on his beg with a little note. 'Dad, please give this back to Mr. Janey. I don't deserve it anymore.'