So the Superbowl episode has fried my brain…SO MUCH KAROFSKY EPICNESS! :D I know some people are bummed that Karofsky was like F-you to Finn when he suggested that he should apologise to Kurt and join glee….but I thought that was so in character! And his smile…*drool*
I LOVED EVERY SCENE WITH HIM IN IT! I'm so ridiculously happy right now it's not even funny!
So yeah…TONS OF INSPIRATION!
It had been over two weeks since Kurt had fled from Karofsky's house. He was back at Dalton and was successfully avoiding Blaine apart from Warbler practice where neither attempted to speak to each other. It was clear to the others that something had happened over that weekend, but thankfully no one had brought it up. And when opportunities for solos came up, Kurt didn't even so much as blink. What was the point when everybody knew that Blaine was going to get it? Kurt found it so easy to hate the guy. His confidence suddenly became arrogance. His charm, switched to smugness. Even his thoughtful musings turned to condescending drivel. But one thing that Kurt couldn't change was that he was still extremely good-looking. That and the fact that he had a boyfriend and Kurt was without one.
Kurt's roommate Seb wasn't much help. He too was in the Warblers and had been singing Blaine's praises every second of everyday. He'd told Kurt he was straight when they had first met, but his obsession with impressing the Anderson boy made Kurt think otherwise. Or did Blaine just possess some sort of power to make any gay guy as well as straight fall for him?
Kurt couldn't believe he had been so stupid to fall for his sleaze like that. The boy was a big deal in Dalton and he had just been the new kid. Kurt was sure the older boy would get bored of Kyle soon and move on to something or someone else.
Just as Kurt got ready for bed on Thursday night, his phone flashed indicating an incoming call. Seb had gone out with his, 'girlfriend' that evening, so he was sure he wasn't going to be back at all until Friday morning. Kurt checked the caller ID and took in a sharp breath. It was Karofsky. What did he want? Hadn't Kurt made it painfully clear that he didn't want to talk to the guy? He hadn't replied any of the four messages that Dave had sent since. Kurt contemplated not picking up but decided against it. Maybe Dave would understand if Kurt told him clearly.
"Karofsky?" said Kurt trying to come up with an impromptu speech in his head. There was no point in lengthening out the process.
"You're a JERK!" said the voice on the other end of the line.
To say Kurt was taken aback would have been an understatement. Karofsky's voice was loud and booming. "Excuse me?"
"Getting all up in my face, pretending to give a fuck about me. Screw you Hummel." Dave sounded different. It wasn't just the anger. Something else was not right.
"Now you listen here Karofsky-" Kurt tried again. He wasn't in the mood for a fight; it was already past his bedtime. A boy needed his beauty sleep.
"I th-thought we were getting on! I th-thought you were okay with shit!" Kurt strained to hear the words. Was Karofsky slurring? Kurt couldn't be sure.
"Just a minute…" started Kurt again.
There was a sudden change in subject by Dave. "You left your hat. Do you want me to ship it to you?"
The abrupt change had confused Kurt. What was going on? "Huh?"
"It looked good on you. Maybe I do have fashion sense…" Kurt could almost hear the other boy drifting into his own thoughts.
Kurt was getting worried. "Are you okay Dave?"
"Please don't hate me anymore okay? I don't like it!" Kurt held back a giggle. Dave sounded like a spoilt child.
"Erm…"
"Was it because you saw I had a boner? Because that wasn't for you! Not that your not hot…because believe me you are HOT! But it would like be weird if I randomly got a boner because of you…I'm messed up okay?" Boner? What was Dave talking about? What boner? Kurt didn't have a clue what was going on in this conversion. He wondered if he had accidentally fallen asleep and was dreaming all this madness.
"I promise, I won't get a boner around you again. I swear! Just don't hate me! OWW! Dammit!" Dave suddenly stopped.
Kurt hurt a painful noise and gasped. "Dave? Did you hurt yourself? Do you need to phone for an ambulance?"
"FUCKING LAMPOST COMING OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE!"
This time Kurt didn't hold back the giggle. Was Dave drunk-dialling him? It was amusing to say the least, if not a little disturbing. Kurt's only experience of being drunk hadn't been a good one, but Dave seemed to be a silly drunk. Kurt wondered if the other boy was even in control of his mouth. He couldn't help but feel pleased that Dave still thought he was hot. Not that it even mattered. But it was just nice to know. Kurt heard scuffling on the other end of the line.
"Gimme the phone Karofsky!" Kurt could hear faint mumblings through his cell.
"SCREW YOU AZ! I'm talking to Kurt!" said Dave's loud voice. Kurt held the phone back from his ear. He really didn't want to be deaf in one ear.
"You're embarrassing yourself!" Kurt heard Azimio say.
"You're embarrassing yourself!" said Dave addressing Azimio first and then Kurt. "How's Pretty Boy? Tell him I'm gonna come over to your fucking school and knock his head off his body. DICK!"
Kurt chose not to say anything. He decided that maybe he would talk to Dave about drinking alcohol. It didn't really bring out his best qualities.
Azimio spoke again. "Come on! You're drunk. Do you really want to talk to Hummel like this?"
Dave let out a large belch. "He hates me anyway…I don't give a fuck. I hate him. FUCK YOU HUMMEL!"
"Gimme the phone Karofsky!"
"Nooo…Mfph-" was the last thing that Kurt heard before the line went dead. Kurt stared at the phone not really sure what to do. And why did the fact that Karofsky saying that he hated Kurt annoy him so much? He knew that Dave was drunk. He wasn't in his right mind. Everything he said was probably fabricated, but it still nagged at Kurt as he lay his head to sleep. Not that he did sleep. He tossed and turned for a good few hours before sleep finally engulfed him until his alarm rang the following morning.
There was already a text waiting for him when he woke up. Sorry! Az said I was a dick. I was drunk.
Kurt laughed despite himself remembering the antics of last night. It had been pretty funny apart from the hating thing. Do you even know what you're apologising for saying?
Everything?
Kurt smiled again before typing another message. So you aren't going to ship the hat to me after all?
It seemed that Dave didn't understand his teasing. Do u want me 2? I did ask b4. U didnt reply 2 my texts.
Kurt suddenly felt bad. He was so wrapped up in freaking out about even thinking of kissing Karofsky that he hadn't realised that the other boy might've taken it the wrong way. Yeah, I'm sorry for that.
That was a dick move. If u didnt wanna hang u cudda just said, u know? Kurt stared at the text from Dave unsure of how to reply. He knew Dave was upset but it wasn't like he could explain himself. What was he going to say? He replayed the fall in his head. How could Dave even make Kurt think about kissing him? He wasn't allowed to think about kissing his bully. And besides Dave was all wrong for Kurt. Kurt wanted a boyfriend like Blaine, didn't he? And Kurt was pretty certain that Dave Karofsky was as different as Blaine Anderson as you could get. Ignoring the text, Kurt got out of bed and showered in the shared bathroom before getting dressed in his uniform. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he had forgot to switch on the radio and do his usual morning warm-up song.
It wasn't until he was down for breakfast that his phone flashed again. So u ignorin me again? Real classy, Hummel. What did I even do? Kurt cringed as he read the text, but pocketed the phone without a reply. It was probably best if he didn't talk to Karofsky in a while. Kurt looked out of the window as he ate his egg-white omelette by himself which seemed to be routine now his relationship with Blaine had halted.
But out of the corner of his eye Kurt spotted Blaine. And Kyle.
Kissing.
Kissing each other goodbye.
That could only mean one thing. Kyle had stayed at Dalton overnight.
Kurt jerked out of his seat not caring that his fork clattered on his plate with a horrendously loud din. Racing to his room, he grabbed his wallet and car keys. He needed to get out of Dalton.
Dave was annoyed. It was Friday afternoon, Hummel was ignoring him and someone was knocking loudly at his front door. As soon as Dave opened the door however, his mouth was attacked by Kurt's. He only kissed back for a second before he came to his senses and lightly pushed the other boy away.
"What the hell-" he started to ask, but Hummel was having none of it. He grabbed Dave's hand and attempted to lead him upstairs into Dave's bedroom. Dave followed dumbfounded, his head not registering what was playing out before him. Hummel slammed the door behind them and proceeded to grabbing the back of Dave's neck before placing his lips on Dave's for the second time. Dave saw a flash of anger in Kurt's eyes. It was scary.
FUCK!
Dave was scared.
He shoved Hummel off, harder this time and backed away, clambering on top of his bed, just to make sure there was enough space between the two.
Dave held his hands out as if to say 'don't move'. "What are you doing?"
Hummel crossed his arms over his chest. It seemed like the delay had angered him further. "I want to have sex." Kurt said bluntly joining him on the bed. Somehow, Hummel had managed to remove his footwear amongst all that was going on.
Dave choked on his own saliva. "WHAT? NO!" He flailed his hands to try and stop the smaller boy but Kurt just stared hard at him and started to remove his shirt.
SHIT! Dave closed his eyes. What the FUCK was happening? He did not have Kurt willingly undressing in his bedroom with the intention of having sex with him. Dave's eyes snapped open when he felt slender fingers grab the bottom of his shirt. Dave yanked his hands away and backed himself against the wall. He was standing on his pillow. Glancing at Kurt briefly, he signed in relief as he saw that Kurt had a white T-shirt on. Thank fuck he was wearing something underneath. Dave wasn't sure if he would have been able to handle a topless Kurt in his bedroom.
"Come on Karofsky. Now is not the time to be shy..." Kurt raised one eyebrow and smirked. He walked closer still.
"Put your shirt back on Hummel!" Dave could hear the strain in his own voice.
Kurt cocked his head to the side. The anger had vanished now and all that was left was the determination. "Why? I thought this is what you wanted? Revenge sex?"
He'd never even wanted revenge sex! Dave was trying to stay in control. "Kurt…" he said in a low tone.
Kurt smiled seductively. "Ohh…I think I could get used to you saying my name like that." Dave's body went into ultimate battle with his head. This couldn't be happening. This had to be one of his fucked up dreams about Hummel. Not that he had dreams about Hummel that often any more. But that wasn't the point.
Dave protested, knowing that his voice was sounding weaker. "You don't want to do this."
Kurt kept the seductive tone. "You don't know what I want, Karofsky. Besides, you all but told me you had a boner last time I was here."
Dave froze. "I…I Did?" he stuttered. Fuck, why didn't he remember saying that?
Dave could only watch as Kurt smirked again and lightly trailed his fingers down Dave's chest and over his abdomen. "You did. So why don't you get it up for me again?" Kurt's touch jolted Dave back to the living. He leapt off of the bed and like the last time Kurt was in his house, he ran out of the room. But this time Kurt was right behind him. Thankfully, he made it to the bathroom and bolted the door shut behind him, keeping Kurt on the other side. Dave's breath was coming out raggedy. He placed the back of his head against the door and slid down.
Thank fuck he escaped.
But he jumped with a yelp when he heard Kurt pounding a small fist against the door. JEEZ! Hummel was going to give him a heart attack.
"Get out right now! I want sex and you're going to give it to me." Hummel sounded beyond angry. Like what Dave was doing was fucked up.
Dave crossed his arms over his knees. Had Kurt had a personality transplant? He needed to keep the guy talking. Maybe that way he would forget about the whole thing. "What about waiting for your perfect man? You know, the one you're going to spend the rest of your life with?" It wasn't as if Dave was opposed to the idea of sleeping with Hummel. In fact he was pretty convinced that his body was telling him to forget what his brain said and go for it. Why did his dick always betray him?
"Screw waiting! I've got needs! What do you think? Just because I'm not a jock I don't think with my penis? You don't think I jerk myself off or get turned on at least five times a day! Now come out here and give me what I want. You owe me Karofsky!" Hummel knocked on the door again to get Dave's attention.
All Dave could do was whimper and cover his ears with his hands. This was like mental torture. This was God's way of paying him back for all of the horrible things he'd done to Hummel and the Glee kids. He really didn't want to get off on the fact that Hummel wanted him, but he clearly was.
Hummel pounded again. "STOP IGNORING ME!"
It was Dave's turn to get mad. He was fucking fuming at Hummel. Why the fuck had he come over here and said all that stuff and got into Dave's head and given him ANOTHER boner? And then he acting like Dave owes him? "Well then stop acting like this! This isn't you Kurt! Do you really want to loose your virginity like this? Some sort of twisted revenge sex?"
"Why not?"
Dave was getting desperate now. He was a teenage boy. His body couldn't handle having a boner for this long. It was taking all of his strength not to yank open the door and nail Hummel right there on the landing. His cock was telling him to screw the rug-burn and consequences. But he held on. "You deserve it to be special Kurt. Flowers, your favourite songs on shuffle, candles, the works. I stole your first kiss. I'm not going to mess up your first time."
This time there was no response from the other side of the door. Dave wondered if Kurt had left. His dick was finally giving up the fight and after a few deep breaths he was more or less back to a fully functioning brain. As he reached up from the floor to unlock the door he heard a sniff. "I saw Blaine and Kyle this morning."
Dave could hear the hurt in Kurt's voice. It made him feel horrible. "So?"
"Kyle stayed at Dalton last night."
Dave let out a low breath. Suddenly it all made sense.
"Blaine slept with him. It hasn't even been three weeks." Dave swallowed the lump in his throat as he hurt Kurt's voice crack. The Dalton boy laughed bitterly. "And I thought he was so different. Respecting me. Taking things slow. I though sex meant something important to both of us. So I drove home and tried to forget about it and then the revenge thing came back into my head."
"Kurt…" was all Dave managed before unlocking the door and opening it. Wordlessly he sat down on the landing opposite Hummel. Kurt's head was bowed and Dave saw a tear slide down the end of his nose and splash against his arm. Awkwardly Dave snaked an arm around the boy's slim shoulders. And he just tightened his grip as Kurt buried his face in the crook between Dave's neck and shoulder. Somewhere in the back of Dave's mind, he was surprised that the action hadn't caused his pants to tighten again.
Kurt shuffled slightly before lifting his head. "I'm sorry for trying to get you to sleep with me."
Dave laughed remembering what had just happened. "That was pretty weird."
Hummel let out a very un-Kurt like snort. "I swear, I'll never try to sleep with you again."
Dave grinned though he felt a pang of sadness. "Never is a strong word Hummel."
"So what now?" Kurt asked. His eyes were still puffy but at least they were dry.
"Wanna finish watching the Hangover?" Dave suggested. He needed to veg out in front of the TV after all drama that had just happened.
"Sure," said Kurt making his way down the stairs. He turned back when he was halfway. "Hey Dave? Can we not bring today up ever again?"
Dave shrugged, ruffled Hummel's hair, and laughed, before walking past the boy on the stairs who shouting abuse at him.
I'm SORRY this is shorter than the last chapter. But I did type this out in one sitting!
Too out of character? I KNOW! But what can you do! Kurt was mad at Blaine!
I was playing around with some humour seeing as I'm in a completely giddy mood and I doubt I'll ever come down from this Dave Karofsky High I'm on! Did it go completely wrong?
So REVIEWS will help me figure out if I'm on the right path though.
So help me why won't you! :D
DDF
XXX
P.s. You guys were so nice about my last chapter even though I thought it was crap! So big thank you to all for you kind people. Seriously reviews really help with inspiration! I post this pretty quick didn't I? :D
