Title: To Wear a Blazer
Author: Lenora
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Dave, Blaine/Brian (OC), Burt, Carole, Headmaster Harry Black, Will, New Directions
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Word Count: 1,553
Spoilers: Up to Original Song, select spoiler from The Spanish Teacher
Series: To Wear a Blazer 'verse
Summary: Kurt has left McKinley High and must now learn to fit in at Dalton Academy. Thankfully he already has allies there in Blaine, his boyfriend Brian, and unknowingly the Headmaster Harry Black.
A/N: If I had had internet yesterday, I probably would have given this to you with a nice big Rick Roll text block. As it is, enjoy my first 'Posting day falls on a Sunday so I must post on Monday' update.
To Wear A Blazer
Chapter 7
Last Chapter:
The day before school resumed in January, Dave sat at a table in the Lima Bean. He had been nursing the same cup of coffee for over an hour as he waited to see if the person he was waiting for would show up.
"Alright, make this quick." A high-pitched voice interrupted his thoughts. A slim figure slipped into the chair across from him, unwinding the scarf from their neck.
"Hey Hummel…"
XxXxX
Kurt couldn't believe that he was actually sitting across a table from Dave Karofsky. If it wasn't for Blaine asking him, Kurt would still be as far away from the other teen as possible while still being in the same town. He crossed his arms across his chest. "Well?"
Dave fidgeted in his seat for a moment before he slid something across the table at the other teen. It was a pamphlet that read So You've been a Giant Douche Bag.
Kurt couldn't help but snort at the title.
Dave laughed quietly. "I asked Ms. Pillsbury to find me one that fit the situation…but she couldn't so she made me this one instead."
Kurt looked at the picture on the front. It explained why there was a cartoon douche bag wearing a McKinley letterman jacket harassing a fabulous hat by some lockers also. "Did she do the picture also?"
Dave blushed brightly. "No I did," he said quietly.
Kurt looked at it with interest. It was cartoony and frankly…pretty entertaining. The hat somehow reminded Kurt of himself, which made sense in a way if it was actually supposed to represent him. "It's good," he admitted reluctantly.
Dave took that as the opening it was and he smiled slightly. He took another drink of his coffee and grimaced. "Want something?" he asked, shaking his cup at Kurt.
Kurt eyed him warily. "Grande non-fat mocha," he said coolly, suddenly reminded why he was there when the jock stood up.
Dave stood up, hoping that he could remember that as he walked to the counter. "Uhh…a grand no-fat mocha?" he said tentatively.
The barista laughed at the mangled pronunciation. "A Grande non-fat mocha?" she repeated.
Dave blushed lightly. "Yeah, that's it. Another one of these," he said, brandishing his own plain black coffee. He looked over the pastries that were also available. "You have anything that says 'sorry for being a monumental fuck-up'?"
The barista giggled again. "I'm sure your boyfriend would like any of these," she said, pointing to the baked goods. "He comes in with his friends a lot and he gets this sometimes," she said, pointing to a lemon cake.
Dave's face burned even more at being mistaken for being together. "We-we're not-ya'know," he whispered.
The barista looked stricken. "Oh God, I'm sorry. You're not gay?" she asked, looking incredibly embarrassed.
Dave handed over the money. "I'll take one of the cakes," he said gruffly, his face shutting down into his default face.
The barista nodded and quickly added up the total before taking the money. She didn't mention it, but she gave them the cake for free for her big mouth. She saw the pale boy come in all the time with his obviously dating friends and she was just happy to see that he finally had someone. Then she had to fuck it up by opening her mouth. Her friends always told her that she saw gay where it didn't exist. She quickly made the drinks and put the cake on a plate. "Here you go hun," she said quietly.
"Thanks," Dave said quietly, taking the cups. He stood there awkwardly for a second before speaking again. "You weren't wrong. I am…gay," he said tightly. "We're just not together." He quickly took the drinks and cake back over to the table where Kurt was waiting for him.
The barista watched as the jock spoke to the Dalton student and she saw the way his eyes lit up as he looked at the smaller teen. But what she saw that the jock didn't, was that there was a similar light in the other's eyes. "Hmm, curiouser and curiouser."
"Here," Dave said, putting the drink in front of Kurt. "Considering how the clerk laughed, I won't bother trying to say the order again," he groused. He put the cake in front of Kurt also. "And this is from me. I…wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm so freaking sorry that I put you through that. I know it's no excuse, but I just wanted to fit in so badly once I joined football that I took it too far."
Kurt stared at the cake, almost tempted to ask how Dave knew that he liked it. But considering that Dave had been talking with the barista, he figured that Dave had found out from her. "Thank you," he said quietly. He picked at the cake for a few minutes before speaking again. "Why did you do it? I mean, the usual Neanderthals I understand, but it seemed like you really hated me."
Dave sighed. "It's complicated. Last year I was fine with just slushying you until the Gaga incident. I'll be honest, until then, you were just another Glee loser to me. But that outfit…God, did you know that you were beautiful but also confusing. I wasn't nearly ready to admit I liked guys, but that outfit just smacked me between the eyes. I thought if I pushed you around, that I'd get it out of my system. It didn't work."
Kurt was surprised that Dave was being so straightforward. Blaine had told him that there was more to Karofsky than met the eye, but Kurt hadn't truly believed him until now. "And this year…?"
Dave slumped in his chair. "Fuck Kurt! You came back taller and even more beautiful. I tried pushing you around more as a way to get you out of my head…it didn't work as you can tell. Then you had to follow me into the locker room and I couldn't help myself. Then after you cornered me with pretty boy, I just felt like my life was out of control. I was terrified," he admitted.
Kurt slowly sipped his coffee, mulling over that answer. "Why were you so scared?" he finally asked. "I mean, your dad-"
"He's not my dad! He's my step-father," Dave said tightly. "My Dad died when I was a kid. He got gay bashed in the place of my uncle. I witnessed the entire thing. The bastard that is married to my mother is more homophobic than the entirety of McKinley put together. I could deal with the shit that the other jocks dish out. It's Paul fucking Karofsky that I'm scared of finding out."
Kurt's eyebrows furrowed. "Wait, if he's your step-father, did your mother change your last name when she married him?"
Dave shook his head. "No, the fucked up thing about this whole situation is, Paul is my father's cousin. My Grandpa Murray is Paul's uncle."
Kurt looked outraged. "He married his cousin's widow?"
Dave looked solemn. "He asked her out at my father's funeral," he stated flatly.
Kurt had nothing to say. What could he say to that? He was sure there were a multitude of insults he could hurl at Paul Karofsky, but what really pissed Kurt off was Dave's mother.
Dave could see the outrage on Kurt's face and he saluted Kurt with his coffee. "Starts to make sense, doesn't it?"
Kurt simply saluted Dave back with the coffee in his hand.
The silence wasn't exactly comfortable, but it had an air of expectation to it.
XxXxX
Harry sighed as he waved at his sons as they disappeared from the atrium of the American Ministry of Magic. He hated having to take them to Washington DC at the end of every holiday so they could portkey back to England to attend school. However, Salem just didn't have the familial history to it that Hogwarts did. Harry busted his ass to save the world thirteen years before and that included the school which was the bane of his existence in a way. There were too many generations of Potters and Weasleys that had attended the school to refuse to send his boys there.
Harry slowly wandered through the American Diagon Alley before he simply had to return to Dalton. He looked over the wonders that filled the shopping district and he had to wonder if he spent too much time in the muggle world if nothing here interested him.
He sighed and checked the pocket watch that he had received upon his majority before deciding to return home to Ohio. He walked over to an apparition point before making the journey back home. He appeared inside his apartment in Dalton with a quiet crack.
"Master Harry has returned," Kreacher said, appearing in the doorway that led to the kitchen. He immediately left to make some tea for his master, whom he could sense was sad.
Harry smiled gratefully at the house elf when he was given the tea. He contemplated things while trying to ignore just how quiet it was in the apartment without his sons. Tea finished, he suddenly stood and made his way towards the door. He had taken the day off so he could see the boys off, and he knew that if he stayed for much longer, he'd be pulled into work.
Suddenly, a smirk worthy of a Slytherin stole over Harry's face. He grabbed his car keys and walked out the door, tossing off a 'see you later' in Kreacher's direction. When he got in his car, he looked something up on his GPS before driving off.
Two hours later, Harry parked the car and made his way into the very bland looking McKinley High school…
TBC
