AU – Set during Senior Year on the run up to Christmas. Kurt never transferred; after a few run ins he and Dave found an interesting way to deal.
Rated M only.
Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt and plot (great the plot is slowly taking over). Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus reviews).
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Good Boy Kurt
Chapter Ten
David growls in annoyance and pulls back from me, my lips are still tingling in anticipation of a kiss that never happened. As he moves away I can see a horrible reindeer jumper that is blindingly clashing with a short skirt, I've never met anyone else capable of dressing themselves so constantly and distressingly badly.
"Kurt," Rachel says in her superior tone, "I really expected you to do better than this low brow Neanderthal ape. How could you let him paw you with those violent, slushy throwing, sweaty fists? When I first heard about you two I was so shocked and disappointed that I lost the will to sing! Me Kurt! That's a whole five minutes the world lost my amazing talent, and all because of you."
Holding my hand in hers Mercedes steps in front of me, "Hell no Rachel. You do not get to talk to him like that. Leave my boy alone."
Did Mercedes just defend me?
An overly dramatic gasp and then, "Mercedes how can you defend him? He betrayed us! Went to the enemy, fraternised with this evil creature and lied to us! Us, his friends and fellow Glee Club Members. Cruelly abandoning us in our hour of need!" She turns smug, "But we rallied, rose to the challenge and still won sectionals," her voice rings with conviction.
"Rachel," Mercedes interrupts in her down to earth manner, "The only reason we won sectionals is because one team was busted for vitamin D possession and the other team was a singing school for the mute and the blind who did a dance number. You know they ran out of ambulances for them. We got through by default. We didn't even sing."
Oh my, it was supposed to have been carnage. Rumours of just how high the vet bills for the Seeing Eye dogs hit the show choir chat rooms for days. One of the judges even fainted somehow taking the trophies down with him smashing them into a million pieces, and New Directions were unable to bring one back to show off. Coach Sylvester is still making jokes at Mr Schue about being trophy less.
"Hey! Give that back, it's Kurt's, he made it." Too late, Rachel has already snatched my collar from Mercedes and to my growing horror is reading the tag, running a finger over it.
"Property of?" Outraged she stands straight and rips into David. "Oh I did not believe that my already low estimation of you could possibly sink any further Karofsky! All the bullying, the slushy facials, the constant hounding of anyone that dared to step out of the norm, you closeted homophobic coward. But this!" She shakes my collar at him, "This is beyond wrong! Kurt is not property he is a human being!"
Winding herself up she gets on a roll, "Mercedes have you read this? How could you condone slavery! The torture and pain Kurt has gone through because of this psychopath, the fear." Another dramatic sigh, "Oh I bet you've molested Kurt, how could you Karofsky have you no redeeming features, you worthless hatemonger, oh poor Kurt!" A miserable sob escapes from her.
David is thoroughly pissed off and by the look on his face spoiling for a fight he rounds on Rachel, "Is that right Berry? I'm the monster? I'm the one that hurt Kurt the most? That is still hurting Kurt?" He stalks towards her and towers over her, "That's rich coming from you, you self centred bitch!"
"Yes that's right Karofsky!" she fights back getting in his face, this is not going to end well. "I'm his friend! You're nothing but a creepy, obsessed stalker who finally got his hands on his victim of choice."
"Really?" David draws the word out, low and menacing, "Then I have you to thank, don't I?"
"W…What?" she asks, as confused as I am.
"Well," he tells her, a creepy smile playing on his face, "if you are his friend thank you so much for making sure I would have no problem getting my evil sweaty monster paws on him." I know that look; he's up to something.
"I would never do anything to help you!" She spits it at him.
Leaning in he slowly and clearly says, "Yeah, you did." Then he backs up crosses his arms and watches her.
Floundering and at a loss she tries again, "I wouldn't…" and trails off.
The corridor is empty; everyone has fled; now it's just us. His quiet, intense voice carries, "But you did Rachel."
"H...How?" I can not believe I have lived to see the day that self confident Rachel Berry is not only at a loss for words but completely off balance too, and that trademark confidence thoroughly shaken.
"Do you remember when everything kicked off? When that little shit Israel blogged about me and Kurt? When I got outted?" She nods hesitantly; he smiles like a shark scenting blood in the water.
"And I'm sure you recall I was kicked out by my homophobic prick of a dad, which by the way was the second best thing to ever happen to me, I wish I'd been able to leave years ago." He taps this chin pantomiming thinking, "Oh and what else happened that day, oh yeah, my dear brother Gabriel. All those rumours about what he did to his wife. Trust me Rachel they only scratch the surface. How many times can someone fall down the stairs when they live in a bungalow? How many times can people look the other way? Put their fingers in their ears to block out the screaming?"
At the mention of Gabriel's name I huddle against Mercedes' back, I used to be afraid of David, but Gabriel is in a whole different twisted league of his own. Hiding behind the girl I hope is still my friend I watch David verbally lay into Rachel, I knew he was angry with them for what they did, but I didn't realise how mad at them he was.
David shakes his head, "Poor, poor Kurt. Everyone who knows Kurt knows just how tight he and his dad are, how much they love each other, what they'd sacrifice for each other, how they were literally each other's world for so long," a tear runs down my face, I miss my dad so much. "Mr H forbade Kurt and me to see each other, didn't want his son mixed up with a monster, then two weeks later, disaster, and Kurt has no where to stay anymore, I wonder who took him in? Oh yeah, that was me." Rachel flinches.
His voice is hypnotic and Rachel is standing there staring at him as he continues. "Kurt was devastated, he cried and cried, and reached out for someone, anyone. And what did his friends do? Did they stand by him? Did they stand up for him? No they didn't. They picked on him. They fought with him. And finally they did something terrible, because even though they knew how horrible it felt to be bitch slapped by an iceberg they ganged up and slushied him. They turned their backs on him, they cruelly abandoned him in his hour of need."
"No…" she shakes her head, her voice broken. "It wasn't like that… We didn't… It was FOR Kurt…"
"Oh come now Rachel, you've been Kurt's 'friend'," he air quotes, "for how long? You must know him by now, how underneath his ice bitch façade he's so incredibly sensitive, how his self esteem is so easily knocked and bruised."
There are tears running down Rachel's face and David oh so gently brushes them away with his thumbs. "And there he was sitting in a puddle of slushy, sobbing his tender battered heart out. Poor, poor Kurt. So innocent, so trusting, so bewildered, so alone, so unwanted by everyone, aching to be loved and accepted, for someone to care about him."
Mercedes and I cling to each other as we watch David lean in closer looking straight into her eyes, "Just think little girl how happy a crazed, obsessed stalker would be to find him broken like that, how easy it would be to convince him to come home with him, how no one else in the whole world would ever love him. And Kurt's such a sweet boy, so willing to please me, so obedient to my every whim, his loving little heart eager to be plucked," and David plucks my collar from Rachel's hand making all three of us jump and give girly yips.
He gives a nasty chuckle, "So yes Rachel that would be you helping me, because you drove Kurt out of your precious little Glee Club, you drove him straight into my waiting arms, into the arms of someone you truly believe to be a monster, and then you left him there. It's been over two months now. Two months where I could have done literally anything to him, I mean have you even wondered just how like my brother Gabriel I am? Has it even crossed your mind once?"
Her hands are covering her mouth and she's trembling. "But that's okay isn't it Berry? Because things have worked out for the best, especially for you." She's shaking her head, "Oh come on, how dumb do you think I am? Kurt was your main competition; with him out of the way how many solos have you had to fight for? You can just strut in and be the main star."
"No," she whimpers.
"Yes," he says. "And then there's Finn, poor sweet dumb Finn. His new brother is suddenly gone, his life is all messed up, and hey guess what? There's you to step in and comfort him."
He pats her cheek, "So you go into the limelight and sing, and every time you do, you remember how you threw a friend away to get it. Because now he belongs to me, he's mine, and I'm not stupid enough to ruin it. He's a good little boy for me, and I'll get to do whatever the fuck I like to him, whenever I want to, and he'll always be SO thankful I want him."
Growling he shouts, "Now run away you self centred little bitch," he slams a hand into a locker and Rachel takes off running and sobbing.
Wow, that sounded creepy. And it's not even close to what happened. David and I started our little thing when he got back from being expelled last year, and we became officially, if secretly, an item just before Christmas. And he has always told me how strong I am, that is he impressed by how brave I am, and how people are going to love and adore me no matter what. He has been the one to stay hopeful about my dad and I reconciling. He has never given up on the Glee club for me.
Collar in hand he walks back to us, but Mercedes steps further in front of me, and by the angle of her chin she is doing her best to stare him down. He just stops and stares back.
"You think you can protect him from me?" he asks her.
"If I have to," she says, her shoulders stiff under my hands.
Tension flows out of his body and he gives her one of his happy smiles, "Good, he deserves a friend that will look out for him, he has this ability to walk into disasters, and then tries to tackle them all on his own."
Standing in front of her he says, "Because Kurt loves you so much you get a free pass on what you did to him," he looms threateningly, "But if you ever hurt him like that again, if you fuck up so monumentally once more I will make sure you pay for it. Do I make myself clear?"
Closing the gap she ends up face to face with him, and I hold my breath. "David," she says calmly, "if I'm ever that stupid again I'll help you get payback because I'll deserve it. No one hurts my Kurt."
Giving her a nod of approval he comes to me and offers up my collar, "Here you go babe. I'm sorry I lost my temper like that, there's just something about that voice."
Taking the collar from him I give him a sad smile, "It's alright David, I've often commented I want to stick a sock in her mouth." I sigh, "When she sings her talent is mind-blowing, it's the rest of the time she's hard to be around."
"Kurt," his fingers caress my face, "oh fuck, you've been crying, don't cry." He looks a bit panicky, he's admitted he doesn't know what to do with the crying stuff, he hugs me and cuddles me and asks if he needs to go out and buy me ice cream like he's seen in those chick movies. "You were so happy this morning."
Mercedes pats his arm, "Its ok David, I got this one covered, I'll take care of our boy." He hesitates, clearly reluctant to leave me. She smiles at me linking an arm in mine and says, "Anyways I thought I was going to see me some hot man kisses!"
Shocked I stare at her, "Mercedes!"
Dave laughs, "Your wish is my command, this once anyway." He gives me a sweet tender peck on the lips, "I'll try and see you at lunch, but I don't know if I'll be able to ditch the hockey jocks, there's some kind of emergency tactics meeting. Later babe, see ya round Jones." And then he is gone, and the halls spring to life as students suddenly reappear giving me strange looks as they pass.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
Thank you for all the reviews, and I hope you like the dribbles of back-story, there will be more I promise. Oh and while this chapter was designed to answer some of your questions, it was also created to make new ones for you.
Yay I managed to make Rachel sound right in the last chapter.