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Have Faith In Me: Chapter 9
Allie awoke with a groan in an unfamiliar bed. She did her best to block the sun from her eyes and tried desperately to remember what happened last night. She remembered stealing alcohol from her brother's room, getting drunk, and going to Kurt's. A voice in her head was telling her something bad had happened at Kurt's, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what.
"Glad to see you're awake," a voice rang out, and she flinch realizing who it was. She rolled over to see a smirking Puck standing behind her, one hand holding out a cup of coffee for her and the other running through his mohawk.
"Noah? What am I doing here? What happened last night?" She vaguely remembered kissing the boy, and Dave crying. "Oh God, Dave. What did I say last night?"
Allie was starting to panic, trying to find her phone to call her boyfriend. She got tangled in the blankets from Puck's bed and was crying while trying to fight her way out when the jock put a calming hand on her shoulder. He slowly untangled her from the mess of blankets before sitting down next to her. He put his arm around her while he spoke.
"Well you showed up at Kurt's pretty messed up last night. We were trying to get Karofsky there to get you home before Mr. Hummel realized you were there or that Karofsky was in the house. Dave showed up when you were throwing up. He was trying to get you to leave when you saw me and you kind of, um, well threw yourself at me. You were kissing on me when Mr. Hummel came downstairs and made some comment about Dave's girlfriend. Then you proceeded to tell the entire room that Karofsky was actually gay, you were his pretend girlfriend, Dave loved Kurt and had kissed Kurt several times even after Kurt got a boyfriend. And oh yeah, that you love me. About that point I figured it was best to get you out of there before you said anything else you regretted."
"Oh my God," Allie moaned putting her face in her hands. How could she have been so stupid? "Dave trusted me! He's going to be so mad. No one was supposed to know yet! He wasn't ready to come out yet and I pretty much just dragged him out of the closet. Oh God. Oh God. I'm so stupid!" At this point Allie was sobbing. Noah pulled her closer to him and rubbed her back trying to calm her down.
"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. It's going to be okay. Yeah, Karofsky might be a little upset with you, but the only people who are going to know is us until he's ready. Trust me, we get it. None of the people in that room last night are going to say anything and we're going to be there for him if he needs us. It's going to be okay." And with that, Noah Puckerman leaned down and placed a kiss on Allie's lips. He deepened the kiss slightly, keeping a hand on her hip to keep her still. He winked at her slightly before saying: "And, um, what you said about me? Well, I kind of like it"
Allie smiled slightly before kissing him again. It was a gentle kiss, but just what she needed. After breaking apart she sighed, knowing she needed to get ready. Puck picked up a bag off the floor. It was one she recognized from Dave's truck, just a spare set of clothes she kept in there just in case. She smiled before heading off to take a shower, bracing herself for what would be a very long day.
Dave was waiting for Allie in the high school parking lot. He braced himself when he finally saw Puckerman's old truck pull in with the girl in the passenger seat. She excused herself away from the boy before walking over to Dave, her head down. She crawled into the passenger seat and he could see how horribly hungover she was. After a moment's pause, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Davey. I'm so, so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking, I'm so stupid. I didn't mean to, I swear. "
Dave let out a deep sigh. He didn't look at the crying girl next to him, instead staring at the school. He didn't know what to say, or even if he forgave the girl yet. After a long pause where the cab was mostly silent besides Allie's sobs, he turned to look at her.
"What were you thinking?" He whispered. "We both know you hate alcohol because of your dad. We both know you can't keep your damn mouth shut when you drink. And we both know you have no control when you're drunk. What the hell was so bad yesterday that you had to go get plastered, huh? You've said yourself a million times, Allie, that you have far too many things to keep secret and that it's just not smart for you to get drunk. Where was that common sense last night, huh? You go home, get drunk and go to Kurt's of all places! What was your plan? Tell him off for what he did to me? You know you weren't supposed to know about that, so where was the logic there? And then you go off throwing yourself at Puckerman and to top off the perfect night you tell Kurt's entire family and boyfriend that I'm gay. Way to go, Allie! So glad I could trust you!"
Dave knew he was being rough on the girl, but he was pissed. Allie had been the only person he felt like he could trust his entire life, and in one night she ruined everything. He was scared that someone told, even though Kurt swore he trusted everyone in the room enough to keep quiet. The jock knew that things weren't always easy for Allie and that something must have been horribly wrong last night for her to lose control like that, but for this one moment he wanted to be selfish and think only of himself. He smacked the steering wheel with his good hand before letting out another sigh. He stared down at his hands, realizing his cast was looking really gross where he got it wet the night before. He picked at it slightly before turning to Allie.
"Are you going to say anything?" He growled. The girl let out a shuddering breath before turning to Dave.
"Dad had been calling me for weeks, and I think he's following me. Mom's trying to get a restraining order out on him. I've been so worried about that and you and school that I haven't been sleeping. And I swore I saw him yesterday and school has just been a mess. I don't know, I guess I thought alcohol was a good idea. I hadn't planned on going to Kurt's until I was too drunk to stop myself. I'm so sorry Dave. I understand if you hate me. I really do…" She trailed off, blindly grabbing for the door handle. Before she got far, Dave reached out and grabbed her arm.
"I'm not happy, but I forgive you. Let's just not talk about it okay?" Allie nodded slightly, following Dave out of the truck. To keep up appearances he reached out for her hand but refused to make eye contact with the shorter girl. He walked her to her locker before walking away without looking back.
Everyone was whispering as Allie walked down the hallway. She just kind of brushed it off and tried to ignore it. She heard someone call her name and turned around to see Noah running towards her. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her into a nearby computer lab. He logged on and pulled up a website before turning back to Allie.
"You're not going to like this..." Noah whispered before gesturing to the computer screen. As Allie got closer she realized the site was Jacob Ben Israel's gossip blog. As scanned the headlines one made her heart skip a beat.
"Dave Karofsky, Gay?" It read in bold print. The article went on to tell how an anonymous source had witnessed Allie Dawson, the jock 'girlfriend' tell a room full of people how Dave was in fact gay. The boy had been picking on the resident gay student Kurt Hummel because he liked the smaller boy. Dave and Kurt had in fact shared a few kisses, at least two of them being after Kurt had transferred. He even had a picture of Dave fleeing away from Kurt and Blaine, a scared look on his face. The more she read, the weaker her knees felt. Puck caught her before she hit the floor and sat her down in the chair next to him.
"Oh God. He's going to kill me," Allie mumbled, staring at the scared picture of Dave. "I have to go tell him before Az gets to him. I-I uh, thanks Noah." With that Allie jumped up, swaying slightly as she headed towards the door. The whispering that followed her suddenly made much more sense. She grabbed Finn as he walked past.
"Where's Dave?" She pleaded.
"I saw him headed to the locker room, why?"
"It's on Jacob's blog, Finn. Dave being gay is on Jacob's blog. Everyone knows. Azimo has to know. You've got to do something." Finn nodded at her before turning and running towards the locker room.
"Looks like we've got ourselves another fag, boys! And just after we got rid of Hummel. It looks like the King has fallen, huh Dave?" Azimo was screaming in Dave's face. Suddenly his former best friend shoved him into the lockers, the pain radiating through his entire body. 'Is this what it felt like for Kurt? Damn, that hurt and he's a lot smaller than me,' Dave thought, trying to look unafraid and failing miserably. He tried to push past Azimo but was roughly shoved back into the locker, two other jocks pinning him there. "Looks like we're going to have to beat the gay out of dear old Dave here, aren't we?"
Azimo's fist collided with Dave's jaw and he whimpered in pain. He tried to curl in on himself when someone started kicking him in the chest, but he couldn't pull his hands away from those holding him up. After a few well-placed blows, he slid down the locker to the floor. His former best friend slid his already lose cast off his hand and stepped on his weak wrist, quickly re-breaking the bone. Dave wondered if he was going to die here when he heard Finn and Puck come running into the room. The two started pulling the other jocks off of him. While Puck ushered his teammates out of the room, Finn crouched down next to Dave, trying to see where the worst injury is.
"I'm not done with you, Karofsky!" Azimo yelled from behind Puck, causing Dave to flinch. "You're going to regret being a nasty little fag!" Puck shoved him out of the room and pulled the door shut. Dave looked slightly green before getting up as quickly as possible and hurrying to the trashcan to start throwing up.
"Who told? Who fucking told?" Dave moaned, trying to calm his stomach.
"It wasn't us, dude, I promise you that. After everything with Kurt there was no way we were going to make you come out before you were ready. But, um, it was on Jacob Ben Israel's blog this morning. I don't know how he found out man." Puck shifted nervously as Finn picked up the discarded cast that had been pulled off Dave's hand.
"Do you want to put this back on?" Finn asked, trying to be helpful.
"I don't think it's going to fit…" Dave trailed off holding his arm up to show the angle his wrist was currently in.
"Shit," Finn mumbled. "Let's get you out of here and cleaned up, okay? I can call Kurt and you can talk to him in the car if you want. And Puck can take your truck home so you don't have to worry about it." Dave simply nodded as he watched Puck and Finn pick up his things. Oh God what was he going to do?
Azimo Adams watched as Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman walked his former best friend towards the parking lot. Dave looked entirely dazed and Puckerman seemed to be supporting most of his weight. Azimo couldn't even feel sorry for what he had done. After they got the boy into a car and pulled out of the parking lot, Azimo made up his mind. He took the boy turning gay as something personal. He had been best friends with the boy for what like all his life and Dave just goes off and betrays him like that. Definitely not acceptable. Pulling out his cell phone, he called Dave's father.
"Mr. Karofsky? It's Azimo Adams. I-I need to tell you something. It's about Dave, he's lost his mind…" Dave grinned slightly as he told the fag's father what had happened. Dave was going to get it now.
Finn pulled up to Dave's house and looked over to the boy. They had just gotten back from the hospital where they had reset Dave's wrist and gave him a new cast. They had wanted to look at some of his other injuries, but Dave insisted that he was fine and simply wanted to go home. But now that he was there, he wasn't so sure this was where he wanted to be. He had had a desperate phone call with Kurt on the way to the hospital and Kurt promised he'd be home as soon as possible. Dave just hoped he could wait that long
"Do you want me to help you in?" Finn asked, worry clear on his face. Dave let out a sigh before shaking his head.
"No, I'll be fine. Hey, Finn? Thanks man, for everything. I-I don't know what would have happened if you and Puck hadn't showed up. And thanks for, you know, trying to keep everything a secret." Before the quarterback could answer, Dave was out of the car and headed towards the house. He walked with only a small limp. It was so small that if you weren't looking for it, you wouldn't know it was there. Finn watched as Dave took a deep breath and straightened his posture, trying to give that hard-ass look he was so good at it. Finn smiled slightly. Well at least some things don't change.
Paul Karofsky was waiting for his son when Dave got home. He pointed to the one chair sitting in the middle of the living room, pushing his son into it. Dave was instantly terrified.
"I got a phone call from someone today, David, instructing me to check out a certain blog site. And you know what I found on this damn blog site? Well an article telling my son was a fag. A faggot, David. And that you had been caught kissing another boy, David. Is this true?" His voice sounded so calm, and that only scared Dave more. The jock swallowed before locking eyes with his father. He knew he had to do this. He simply nodded.
Paul didn't react initially. He turned away from his son, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Dave relaxed for a second, thinking that just maybe his dad was going to accept him. This moment of letting his guard down seemed to be a moment too long and he was caught off guard when his father whirled around and backhanded him across the face. Dave let out a whimper but tried to stay still.
"A faggot, David? After everything I taught you and you turn into a fag? I should have known better than to send you to that damn school where that damn Hummel fag is. But it looks like I'm going to have to beat the fag out of you, aren't I David? This is for the best, isn't it?"
Dave whimpered again and braced himself for all hell to break lose. His father's fist slammed into his face, knocking Dave out of the chair. He tried to get up quickly, but his father was already kicking him in the ribs. He felt something crack and he cried out in agony. His father's heavy boot came down on his collar bone and Dave tried in vain to roll away. The kicks and punches kept coming and Dave wanted nothing more to die. Wouldn't that just make everything so much easier? For a moment Dave thought he was going to get his wish when Paul's hands closed around his throat and started to squeeze. He was beginning to get tunnel vision when the front door was thrown open.
"Paul, get off of him!"
Dave had never been so excited to see his mother in his life. She roughly pulled his father off and pushing him away. Paul quickly scrambled to his feet, pointing a finger at David.
"You have fifteen minutes. Get your shit and get out of my house. I won't have a fag under my roof!"
Mary helped her son up and led him upstairs to help him pack. She could see the physical pain her son was in and wished she could do something to help him. She loved her son, but she could never leave her husband. She gently sat Dave down on the edge of his bed and quickly began packing his things up. She pulled most of his clothes out of his closet and dresser, grabbed his cologne and other personal things and added them to a bag. She moved to his desk were she pulled the pictures off of the mirror, pausing slightly to smile at the picture of Dave with his sister Grace. She felt horrible to know that by the time Grace got home, Dave would be gone. She put his laptop and school books into his book bag, and pilled his pillow and favorite blanket on top of all the bags. She gave a quick look around the room before turning back to Dave.
"Did I miss anything important, David?" The boy flinched hearing her voice but reached over to his bed side table. He apparently had something hidden, taped to the top of the inside of the drawer. When he pulled it out she saw it was a picture of a boy. She looked closer and smiled when she saw it was Kurt Hummel. Dave put it in the pocket of his letterman jacket and wiped roughly at his face. Mary stood in front of her son and tilted his face up towards her. She rested her forehead on his and began to whisper at him.
"I'm so sorry Davey. Mommy loves you, okay? I love you so much, no matter what you do. And I wish I could convince your father that you are no different, but we both know how he is. I'm so sorry, Davey, but I can't go against him."
Dave let out a shuddering breath before pulling away from his mother. He nodded at her before standing, ignoring the pain shooting through his body. He grabbed his bags, letting out a pained gasp as he bent over, and made his way to the door.
"I love you, Mom." With that Dave made his way down the stairs, trying not to cry out as his ribs seemed to rub together. He made his was to his truck and sat for a moment trying to decide where to go. He seemed to be on auto pilot until he realized he was pulling into Kurt's drive way. He stumbled up the side walk, grasping at his side. He wondered briefly how bad he looked as he knocked on the door of the Hummel-Hudson household. A surprised looking Burt Hummel opened the door.
"Dave?" He said, taking a step closer to the broken boy.
"Hurts, Mr. Hummel -" And with that Dave passed out from pain, Burt only having seconds to catch him before he crashed to the ground.
AN: I hope you guys liked it!