Fubar chapter three

Disclaimer: please I am so poor do not own anything please don't sue

A/N: Thanks so much for the alerts and reviews, so new to this hope to get better, I will try to post everyday. It has been a few years since my last English class so I am struggling with Grammar and tense, hopefully it is not too bad. Also sorry if a lot of it is in Karofsky's POV I just relate to him more. Thanks for reading, hope I can do my favorite guys justice.

KH

Kurt stretched, "so much for my beauty sleep" he mumbled. The fog of yesterday still surrounding him, on top of that he had nightmares all night. They always started with someone or something chasing him, and always ended in that smelly locker room. Karofsky is there holding him and kissing his lips, its hot , sweet and erotic. Then Kurt pushes away from him and he's falling and falling. Shivering he shakes his head, not wanting to keep remembering the nightmare. Trying to get out of his funk, he searches for the perfect outfit, some black skinny jeans and a killer top. If he can't feel his best at least he can at least look his best. Just then his phone buzzed, a text from Blaine, asking how he was? Sweet, gorgeous Blaine, that was who he wanted to be dreaming about, not that -he did not want to even think his name. He needs to talk to someone. His dad loves and accepts him, but he knows that he is not comfortable with the details, plus Kurt is worried about stressing him out. He text Blaine back.

K – I am feeling better

meet me later?

B- See U after school

DK

As Dave starts to get up, the pain is so intense he feel like he might black out again. Melissa helps him up, as he struggles to catch his breath, wheezing through his busted lips. " Damn my ribs are either broken or bruised" he whispers. Melissa helps him wrap them the best she can, it was not the first time. Dave groaned as he looks in the mirror, he has a black eye and a long slash across his cheek. He was once again thankful for that damn flu, he would not be able to explain away these marks, especially to Azimio. Normally no one noticed the extra bruises, if anyone did, he always used football as his excuse, most of the time they did not care enough to ask. With slumped shoulders, self loathing weighing him down, he finished getting ready. He went down stairs, his father was still gone, he made Melissa's lunch and dropped her off at school. When he got to Mckinley he just sat in his car watching all the bees buzzing around the hive that was school. Then he saw him, his queen bee, so beautiful. Just then, fate mocking him, My Kinda of Lover by Billy Squire came on the classic rock station ,his radio was set on. He laughed and it hurt. He watched as Kurt met up with Mercedes. He watched that beautiful creature swing his hips into the school. He felt like a perv.

( You're my situation, You're my kinda of lover)

How was it that his whole body could hurt so bad, and he still could get so turned on by the sight of Kurt. Yeah he was his situation, but he really wished it wasn't so. Self pity, disgust, anger and desire spun around him like a tornado. So many wishes, so much regret. He wished his mom was still alive, he wished he wasn't gay, (yeah no denying it, he was finally owning that, just not in public). He wished his dad had never took a drink. He wished he had never hurt Kurt, he wished he had never laid eyes on that boy. He was so conflicted between fear , love and hate. What would happen if his so called friends found out? Not only did he hate Hummel, but he loved him. No way was he going to throw everything else away, especially when he knew Kurt hated and feared him. Before he ever saw Kurt he thought that part of his life was just broken , he never really felt anything, for anyone. Now everyday Kurt reminded him of what he was, and always would be, while showing him what he could never have. He wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his jacket, got out of his truck and instantly felt like everyone was watching him, although most of those eyes held fear in them, he felt like they all knew. He might as well walked into school in some rainbow colored jockey shorts and nothing else. He told himself to snap out of it. Putting his mask into place , he glared and dared anyone to speak to him. He knew he looked like shit, hoping that would keep people away.

KH

Kurt was relieved that he had not run into the reason for his turmoil all day, but he heard whispers about him. The rumor being that he looked like he had played a game of chicken with a mack truck and lost. Then he saw him at lunch. "For the love of GAGA what happened to him?" He spoke out loud surrounded be his fellow Gleeks Mercedes and Tina. " Looks like big boy got his just desserts" Mercedes said. Kurt was shocked ,Dave looked like one big bruise. Feeling a twinge of sympathy and instantly hating himself for it. How could he feel bad for the guy who repeatedly gives him slushy facials, dumpster drops and locker shoves. The worst or the names. Bruises fade and dirt can be washed off, it's not as easy to clean the filth off your mind. Kurt shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, when he seen Dave look at him for a brief moment , their eyes met. He saw so much in just a few seconds, sadness, pain,and the last he wanted to forget desire. Then Dave broke the eye contact, and got up. At first Kurt thought he was coming over to him, and his breath hitched, body bracing for some kind of attack, but Dave just stared straight ahead. Everyone giving him a wide berth as he walked out of the lunch room. Kurt felt ashamed when he realized he was a little disappointed.

DK

As Dave sat in the lunch room he saw people gawking at him. He sat by himself his usual cronies sick. He puts in his ear buds and turns on his mp3 player. Glad he still did not have an appetite, because he would have choked, when the first song to come on was, Creep by RadioHead, how fitting.

'When you were here before

couldn't look you in the eye

your just like an angel

You're skin makes me cry"

He glanced at Hummel and their eyes met , heat and pain washed over him.

"You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin special"

" But I'm a creep

I 'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here

I don't belong here"

All he can see in Kurt's eyes confusion,and disgust. Kurt's words echo along with the music. He's a chubby ham hock neanderthal. Dave breaks eye contact, as the pain of rejection, makes his breath catch. He just looks at his hands and stands up. He feels the walls closing in on him, he has to get out of there. As he walks past Kurt the song continues.

" I don't care if it hurts

I wanna have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul"

Thankfully no one sees the tear slip out as he leaves the room.

A/N- sorry so sad, there are better days ahead