Good evening, fellow pirates...ShonenOkami has returned with an all new episode of the epic tale of David Karofsky vs. the World! Once again, I am so so so so so so sorry for the delay! But I sincerely hope that you will enjoy this chapter, I shall not spoil anything for you. ;-)

Oh, and another thing, I've gone and reedited the chapters that have music in them to include Youtube links before each battle/song. So now, you can read your favorite battles with the BGM playing in the background. ^_^

Once again and always, I do not own Glee or any other geeky mentions that I make in this story. If I did, Glee would be rated TV-MA and would probably be put on a primetime slot for something like Cinemax or Showtime, away from the sensitive eyes of soccer moms. And also, if Max Adler weren't straight and taken, I'd claim him as my boyfriend!

David Karofsky vs. the World

Chapter 10: Klainofsky =/= Sunshine and Rainbows (At least in this Universe)

David: Level 23

HP: 1742

SP: 509

Mood: Overwhelmed

My hands jitter as I dial in the combo for my locker…so many things are happening so fast…I mean, sure, I'm happy and relieved that I'm nicely leveled and I didn't come close to biting it in my battle with Sam and I happened to learn how to summon my fuckin' awesome weapon, Penalty (Yes, I named my hockey stick Penalty, bite me if you think I'm not so original!), but all these battles and the lingering doom gazes from everyone is starting to get to me. On top of that, Karofsky is starting to break free…I can feel him tearing through my head, wanting to get out. If he were to manifest once again…I'd be back to being that homophobic bully. And yet, I'm still scared to fully be myself, still scared of the comments and the looks.

"Ugh…" I rested my head on the locker next to mine, letting the cool metal take away a tiny bit of the headache working its way in my skull. I'm still relying only on Kurt for a great deal of my determination, what, besides wanting to protect him, is my driving force? I closed my eyes and shook my head against the locker. All of a sudden, a beautiful chiming voice came from beside me,

"What's the matter, handsome?" I sniffled and opened one eye to see Kurt's gorgeous face, smiling brightly at me; he was leaned up against the lockers as well, his head next to mine.

"Oh…Kurt…I…" I straightened up off the lockers and scrubbed my face with my hand. He told me that I can talk to him about anything, right? That's boyfriend obligation to you, I guess. My eyes darted nervously, "I'm still scared, Kurt…" His eyes narrowed, half concernedly, half disappointedly. "Scared of what people are thinking, what they're saying behind our backs, what some might be plotting…What if someone plans to hurt you or me, or both of us? Not to mention that I still have to sleep with one eye open, just in case your crazy friends decide to jump me in my sleep…It's just…I'm in a little over my head here. I just need to know that you're with me on this, so I know that I'm not completely alone."

Kurt smiled softly at me, "Oh…You Hamhock…Of course I'm here with you, for everything." He nudged my shoulder with his forehead. "Now, I can't tell you to not be worried, but I can tell you that you're strong, David. Like I said numerous times in chapters past, you don't have to go it alone; it doesn't make you weak to have to rely on others for support. And look, you've already made friends with Santana, Brittany, Noah, Mercedes, Finn, and Sam…and you've got me, babe. See, that's already 7 people who are backing you up, 9, counting your wonderful parents.

I nodded, acknowledging what he had to say, but somehow, it doesn't really assuage my anxiety. Kurt notices my reticence and brings his hand up, squeezing my bicep; I looked into his eyes, they were like Mako eyes, glowing with an ethereal luminosity, hypnotizing me every time I happen to gaze into them. "Hey…remember, you're a good guy, David. And I believe in you…" He stands up on the balls of his feet to plant a warm kiss on my cheek, "Don't forget that." Kurt imparted one last encouraging smile before walking past me and down the hall towards his class.

I looked around the hall; everyone was tending to their own business, seemingly indifferent about my plight. Shutting my locker, I shouldered my backpack and started towards my class. The sound of the world around me muffled as the sound of shutting lockers started a beat in my head…

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(As my eyes shifted nervously around the hallway)

I never knew…
I never knew that everything was falling through,
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue,
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth.
But that's how it's got to be,
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy.
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears…

(I find myself singing on the empty stage to the blinding spotlight)

Everyone knows I'm in over my head,
Over my head,
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind

(In the cafeteria)

Let's rearrange;
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage,

(My eyes wander to Kurt, whose eyes catch my own, we share a knowing smile)

Just say that we agree and then never change.
Soften a bit until we all just get along.
But that's disregard,

(I look to the other side of the cafeteria to find my seemingly former friend Azimio, who seemed more hurt than angry now.)

Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car,
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

(Back on the stage)

Everyone knows I'm in over my head,
Over my head,
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind

(In my AP English class, doodling a chibi-version of myself and Kurt holding hands and skipping through a meadow of butterflies and flowers)

Everyone knows I'm in over my head,
Over my head,
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your ...

(On the football field, hunching down in my position as Right Guard, my attention is once again drawn to Kurt, who is attempting to follow Coach Sylvester's back-breaking routine)

And suddenly, I become a part of your past;
I'm becoming the part that don't last.

I'm losing you and it's effortless…

(The image of Kurt in his tight Cheerios outfit is quickly obscured by the crimson blurs of my teammates; I quickly snap to and join in on the action)

Without a sound, we lose sight of the ground in the throw around.
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down;
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

(Toweling off my sweat on the sidelines, I gaze over to Kurt, sipping through the straw in his water bottle; he looks my way, we grin once again at each other)

And everyone knows I'm in over my head,
Over my head,
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind

(Back on the stage, the beat starting to pick up, my body bobbing to it)

Everyone knows…
He's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in over my head
I'm in over my head
I'm over my...

(In the locker room shower by myself, getting lost in the tune and dancing in place, singing into my bar of soap)

Everyone knows I'm in over my head,
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind…

The beat fades as the sound of the shower spray now fills the empty locker room…

Will Shuester traipsed into the locker room to put up a Glee audition sign-up sheet, in a nigh-hopeless attempt to get some new talent for next year. What he didn't expect to happen again was to hear a breathtaking voice coming from the showers, like how he first scouted Finn. Will chanced a peek around the tiled corner to find none other than David Karofsky belting out pitch-perfect notes that reverberated off the tiles of the shower area. He turned back and smiled to himself as he pulled out a pen and scribbled a note on the back of one of the sign-up sheets, folded it and placed it on top of David's duffle bag before quietly slipping out of the locker room.

I turned off the hot water and grabbed my towel off the tiled divider between my shower and the one next to mine, scrubbing myself down then tucking it around my waist before I walked back into the locker room. In one swift motion, I dropped my towel and pulled on my boxer briefs from the pile of clothes I left on the bench, taking care not to crush my junk upwards. As I was about to pull on my jeans, I saw a folded piece of paper lying on top of my duffel bag…Oh shit, was someone in here when I was singing? I carefully zipped up my fly and sat down on the bench, unfolding the sheet in my hand.

David,

Forgive me for eavesdropping on you, but you really do have an amazing voice. Like I said before, you can be, or I should say are, one of the most talented guys in this school. If you auditioned for Glee, you'd be in in a heartbeat; I guarantee you that we'd accept you for who you are, no matter what. Think about it.

Will Shuester

I reddened in embarrassment from the thought of being caught singing and dancing in the shower. As I was about to crumple up the paper, I spotted a postscript after Mr. Shue signed the letter,

P.S.: I know about you and Kurt. If you need another person in your corner for support, you can count on me. You'll never have to go it alone; I promise you that, David.

Someone else, besides Kurt thinks that, eh? I'm glad to know that I'm getting more and more people to support me; it makes me think that maybe, maybe it is time to step out of the shadows… "Thanks, Mr. Shue…"

I smiled at the scrawled note before folding it back up and slipping it into my pocket. I grabbed my socks off the pile and pulled them back on my feet, along with my sneakers. After reapplying some deodorant, I pulled on my shirt and shrugged back into my letterman. I then took my backpack out of my locker and replaced it with my duffle bag. Assessing myself in a mirror close by, I deemed it acceptable that my hair was left in tasteful disarray. Now, time to find the boyfriend. I shouldered my backpack and pulled open the locker room door, venturing out into the empty hallway…

Kurt: Level 31

HP: 2335

SP: 672

*Pops neck* Holy hell…Coach Sylvester's routines are getting more and more farfetched and demanding. Now she's expecting me to twirl high in the air upside-down in a flourish of cherry blossoms while sustaining a high G…If she's expecting me to crap out a pair of Tiffany cufflinks, she'll have to wait for me to gain a level or two…Ugh, I don't know why I'm still doing this…I didn't even sign up for this scheiße, but I'm a little scared of what Sue will do if I got on her bad side by quitting. I heard the last time a Cheerio pissed her off, her rage tore a hole in the dimensional plane. Thus, Santana's hair was born…

I dialed in the combination for my locker and opened it; I took out my messenger bag and placed it on the floor as I reassessed my visage and hair in the mirror I kept hanging in the locker. Then, my eyes fell on that word…along with a picture of a certain somebody that I forgot to take down…What the hell…Why is it still up there? Ugh, I still can't believe how Blaine acted, I really thought he was the accepting, forgive and forget type.

But he just seemed so intent on not wanting to give Dave a chance…I know many are still psychically kicking me for giving up my handsome and dapper boyfriend for none other than my homophobic, closeted bully. But they weren't there when I broke up with Blaine…His eyes…they were different…They weren't the warm and welcoming eyes that drew me in when I first went to Dalton. They were…malicious…sinister, even. Like he would have liked nothing more than to kill David with his own hands. *shakes head* Mm…No, though Blaine has been an unforgiving jerk, I doubt he'd be a killer. Hell, I wouldn't doubt that his lack of aggression would make him a bottom…Wait…maybe that's why we wouldn't have worked out in the first place, we're both bottoms!

Ugh, whatever…This isn't anything I'd like to deal with or think about at the moment. I pulled out my phone and looked at the clock on the display: 4:23pm…Hmm, David should be here any moment…I should probably—

"Still thinking of me, I see…"

My body stiffened in surprise at the sudden voice snapping me out of my thoughts. Normally, the velvety voice would have charmed me to no end, but the usually ignored snobbish undertone grated on my nerves enough for me to resist it. I spun on my heels to face my ex, who I didn't know was a creepy stalker. Putting on my best diva face, I upturned my nose in a superior manner,

"What are you talking about? You clearly can't see if I'm thinking of you, which, by the way, I'm not."

Blaine stepped forward one step, placing an uncomfortable air between us. He gestured to my locker, "You still have me in there…One would think that you're not completely over me." He grinned arrogantly.

I narrowed my eyes, annoyed at him, "What are you talking about?" Without looking, I brought my hand up to the picture of him in my locker and tore it off the metal surface, "I forgot." Still with my eyes locked on him, my hands quickly worked on the picture, forming an origami crane and flicking it at Blaine's forehead. He grimaced slightly but quickly replaced it with a smug grin.

"Oh, my dear Kurt…What has the caveman done to you? Has his unrefined tendencies started to influence you?" He advanced even closer to me; I inched backward, my back pushing the locker door back against the locker next to mine. "I understand that you're a charitable person, Kurt, but I think it's about time you came back to me. You've helped him come out of the closet…Bravo…your work is done here." He brought his hand up to stroke me cheek, I quickly slapped it away as soon as his fingers touched my skin.

"I don't think that you're in any position at all to tell me what to do, Blaine. I am not getting back together with you; I'm with David now, he appreciates me and doesn't try to stifle who I am." I tried to give him my fiercest look, but he was left unfazed.

"Haha, and how long do you think that's going to last before he goes reeling back into the closet, pretending to be that bully again and treating you like trash, huh?" Blaine advanced another step, invading my personal space.

"That's not going to happen, Blaine…"

"Oh? And how do you know that, sweetie? From how David acts when he's not around you, it's clear that he's still just a scared little boy from what I had to say…"

I gritted my teeth angrily, "What? What the hell did you say to him, Blaine?" I brought my hands up and gripped the lapels of his blazer.

"Oh, merely that he could never truly be with you…" He brought his hands up to mine, and grasped them tightly, "As you still belong to me...Without you, he'll have no hope, and will have no choice but to be a bully once again, forever hiding that he's just a sniveling little faggot who's too scared to make it out in the real world. But me and you, Kurt, we're strong and proud; it's obvious that we belong together."

I struggled against his grip, my anger seething, "Don't you dare talk about David that way…I don't believe you, Blaine…What happened to you? I trusted you; I thought you were different, because I thought you were strong. But now…now I see that you're a judgmental, self-serving, self-righteous hypocrite…You're a monster…" I threw his hands off of my own, only for him to press me hard against the lockers, his knee grinding between my legs, his hand cupping my chin and cheeks painfully.

"Oh, a monster, am I? Then you wouldn't mind if this monster took back what belongs to him, would you?" I tried to push him off, but my arms were pinned in between my body and his, tears pricked at my eyes as he moved his face closer to mine. I cannot believe the look Blaine has in his eyes, completely devoid of any warmness I thought they had, replaced by a malevolent, burning desire.

"Blaine…no…please, don't do this…" I squeezed my eyes shut, letting a couple tears leak out. "I thought you were good…" As soon as I was about to feel his presence encroach upon my lips, Blaine's weight was abruptly pulled away from my body and I heard a loud crash of metal in front of me. My eyes shot open to find Blaine being chokeslammed against the lockers by the enraged form of my boyfriend.

David: Level 23

HP: 1742

SP: 509

I couldn't see straight as I gripped the bastard's neck tightly, pressing him hard against the lockers. "You piece of shit…I should fucking rip you apart where you stand…" He doesn't seem at all fazed, in fact, he finds something funny about the situation he's in.

"Haha…Hahahaha! Yes…You feel it, don't you Karofsky? Feel that unequivocal rage, all that fear, anxiety and pain. Go ahead, if you're man enough…Go on, rip me apart where I stand."

My hand started shaking uncontrollably, my grip tightened, causing Eyebrows to let out a small gagging noise, which only made the fucker smile even more. I can literally feel Karofsky's influence desperately trying to rip itself out of me, prodding on my desire to squeeze until the life left his eyes. Suddenly, I felt a gentle, but firm grip on my arms,

"David…Stop it, he's not worth it…" I shakily turned my head towards Kurt, my teeth gritted, eyes starting to water.

"Go on, David…Give in to your baser instincts, crush my neck like a bug…It'll just confirm to me, to Kurt, to everyone around you, that you really are a monster, incapable of feeling anything like love…Hehe…"

I felt Kurt's grip on my arm tighten, "No, David…Please, don't listen to him. Don't throw away everything thing you've worked so hard to achieve so far…"

"Aww…Still relying on Kurt for guidance and support? That further shows that no matter how physically strong you are, you remain to be a scared little boy. Now, where's Karofsky? It's about time he made a comeback…"

"Blaine, stop it!"

Let me out, homo! Let me rip this fucker apart! Trust me; it'll feel so much better than you'll expect…Come on…Give in. Forget everything Hummel told you about being a good guy, 'cause you're not. You and me, we're the same…I'm a killer; this makes you a killer too. You and me, we are Karofsky…

"Rrgh…Shut. The. FUCK. UP!" I brought Blaine off the lockers and slammed him hard against them one more time before letting go of his neck and backing off. I stumbled over to the lockers on the opposite wall and bashed my head into them, wanting to force this…thing out of my head. Once again, I felt Kurt's soft and gentle hands grip my shoulders,

"David! Stop it! Look at me, look at me!" He managed to grab hold of my head to prevent it from impacting the lockers again. My hyperventilating started to slow down, the dark influence begun to recede as I tried to focus my blurred vision to Kurt's eyes. "That's it, David…breathe…I'm here, I don't care if you have to rely on me, I don't care what others may say or think of you, I just don't want to lose you…So please…Snap out of it!"

With a sharp intake of breath, clarity found its way back into my vision and hearing. After seeing the look of utter concern on his face, more tears started to form in my eyes, "Oh god, Kurt…What was I about to do?"

I felt the soft skin of his palm cup and stroke my cheek, "Shh, shh, shh…It's okay now, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, David…"

"Are you insane, or just plain retarded, Kurt?" I gritted my teeth again as Bland stalked forward, now aiming his insults at Kurt. "Why do you insist on being able to see the goodness in him? You can clearly see that he doesn't have all of his faculties present, and you're a complete idiot if you think you're going to be happy constantly calling him back from the brink of insanity. Now, I am giving you a chance; if you let go of Karofsky right now, you'll know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you'll be mine forever as my secure and obedient puppy…"

"You son of a—"

"No, David, I'll handle this…" Kurt put an arm between Hairgel and me. "Blaine, I don't know what's caused you to become this way, but at this point, I couldn't give a damn at all. You've advanced on me when I clearly didn't want it, you treated my boyfriend like trash, and now you go and insult my intelligence and my pride…I am ashamed to know you as a fellow gay person…Consider this our official breakup…"

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(Kurt got up in Blaine's face and began to tell him off in his own diva way, poking his finger into his chest and pushing him back)

According to you
I'm stupid, I'm useless,
I can't do anything right.
According to you
I'm difficult, hard to please,
forever changing my mind.
I'm a mess in a dress,
can't show up on time,
even if it would save my life.
According to you. According to you.

(He points strongly at me)

But according to him
I'm beautiful, incredible,
he can't get me out of his head.
According to him
I'm funny, irresistible,
everything he ever wanted.
Everything is opposite,
I don't feel like stopping it,
so baby tell me what I got to lose.
He's into me for everything I'm not,
according to you.

(Kurt is in full-on no-bullshit mode, but Bland still seems to be unaffected)

According to you
I'm boring, I'm moody,
you can't take me any place.
According to you
I suck at telling jokes cause I always give it away.
I'm the boy with the worst attention span;
you're the boy who puts up with that.
According to you. According to you.

(Once again, Kurt points strongly at me, catching a direct gaze into my eyes)

But according to him
I'm beautiful, incredible,
he can't get me out of his head.
According to him
I'm funny, irresistible,
everything he ever wanted.
Everything is opposite,
I don't feel like stopping it,
so baby tell me what I got to lose.
He's into me for everything I'm not,
according to you.

I need to feel appreciated,
like I'm not hated. oh... no...
Why can't you see me through his eyes?
It's too bad you're making me decide.

According to me
you're stupid, you're useless,
you can't do anything right...

But according to him

I'm beautiful, incredible,
he can't get me out of his head.
According to him
I'm funny, irresistible,
everything he ever wanted.
Everything is opposite,
I don't feel like stopping it,
baby tell me what I got to lose.
He's into me for everything I'm not,
according to you.
According to you.

(By now, Kurt has the dapper freak pressed completely up against the lockers again)

According to you
I'm stupid,
I'm useless,
I can't do anything right…

All of a sudden, Blaine's hand shot out and grabbed Kurt by the throat and pulled him in close as I heard him whisper, "You'll always belong to me, never forget that…" He took advantage of the situation by forcing his mouth on to Kurt's. That broke the last straw for me,

"You motherfucker!" I launched a hard right at his face with all that I am. I was horrified when I didn't feel a glass jaw under my fist, but an iron grip catching my haymaker. My eyes widened when my fist couldn't free itself from his grip...This amount of strength…it's frightening…Surging pain rippled up my entire arm and into my shoulder when he twisted my arm far past to where I am normally able to stretch it, the immense agony of it on the verge of breaking made me scream out loud and brought me to my knees. HP: -100 (1642)

From the corner of my eye in my kneeled position, I saw his hand was still tightly gripped around Kurt's neck, Kurt desperately trying to claw at the powerful hold lifting him off the ground and cutting off his air supply.

Looking from one to the other, Blaine irritatingly stated through gritted teeth, "Things would be a lot easier if you just….stop…struggling!"

I winced helplessly as he put on more pressure, driving me closer to the ground. HP: -125 (1517), I gazed desperately at my boyfriend, whose life is in immediate danger… "Kurt…"

Trying to reach for me, Kurt outstretched his hand towards me, still trying to pry his ex's hand off his throat, "David…" His voice a strained wheeze.

I planted my head against the tile flooring of the hallway, trying to think a way out of this…I can't exactly use any of my techniques as I need to be able to fully use my entire body…I didn't want to do this…but desperate times call for desperate measures. I flicked out my still-in-one-piece hand, "Penalty!" My hockey stick flashed in my hand. I didn't give Blaine enough time to react, as I brought up the halberd towards his face. He suddenly let go of my hand to step back and thumbed at the nick I gave his pretty face, a scar will suit him well.

And luckily, Kurt managed to free himself from Blaine when I slashed at him. Growling in anger, Kurt leapt up in the air and twirled around, a bunch of transparent cherry blossoms whirling about him. "You're an asshole, Blaine! Sakura Hurricane!" Kurt brought his leg around and bashed it directly into Bland's face, sending him flying down the hall. When Kurt touched down on the ground, he suddenly collapsed forward, the blood returning to his head. I scrambled over to him to see if he was okay,

"Kurt! Are you okay?"

"Ugh…Uh huh…I think so…*cough*" Kurt winced as he rubbed at his throat.

All I could see was red, how dare that piece of shit lay one finger on my boyfriend…I started after a retreating Blaine,

"Hey! Get the fuck back here! I'm not finished with you yet!"

As I got closer, I hear him mutter under his breath, "Well, I'm done with you…" As he turned around, I froze in fear of the look of complete malice and death in his eyes…And for a split second, I swear, could have seen a flash glimpse of Blaine…or something that resembled him in the darkness of my mind…with a ripped and torn blazer, menacing yellow cat's eyes, teeth almost fang-like and disheveled white hair. He pulled back his fist, which was glowing with an ominous dark purple and black aura and launched it directly at my chest, "Twilit Fist!"

I could literally feel my chest caving in as I flew back down the hall to where Kurt is collapsed on the ground, Penalty immediately flashed out of my hand, and immense agony shot all throughout my body. HP: -500 (1017)

Above my pained yells, I hear the clacking of his dress shoes recede and rescind down the hall and out of the school. Kurt crawled over to where I'm lying, clutching my chest in absolute pain. "David…It'll be okay…breathe…That's right, just breathe…Good babe. C'mon, let's get you back up…" He squeezed his hands between my back and the floor, and heaved my torso back up. I felt I was about to pass out until Kurt snapped his fingers in front of my face, "Dave! Wake up, you need to stand up!"

My eyes found their focus again as Kurt stood up and grabbed one of my arms and attempted to haul me up. I used my other hand to push me off the ground and I also put my legs back to use. Leaning on Kurt for support, I managed to get back up to a suitable standing position.

"Kurt…What the fuck just happened?" I asked, completely confused, horrified, and angry. "Did we just get our asses handed to us by Preppy McDapperpants?"

"*sigh* it looks that way, hun…God, if only I had known before…" Suddenly Kurt broke down and started sobbing; I immediately wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close.

"Shh, shh, shh…It's okay, Kurt. You could have never known that he was, or rather, is a complete psycho. And besides, I still need to thank you for still choosing me."

Kurt sniffles and pulls his head from my chest, his glasz eyes looking so much more radiant when coated with a sheen of tears. "No thanks will ever be necessary, Hamhock. I think, given the circumstances, you are easily the lesser of two evils." He said with a wink, lightening the mood ever so slightly. "Come on, let's get you to my place, we both need to rest up a bit." We walked towards the front doors, and as I was about to open my mouth in protest, Kurt was able to pull the whole psychic boyfriend thing, "And if you're worried about my dad still, don't be, he shouldn't be back until at least 7:30…Plus, Finn is there, you two could talk and mingle while I assess the damage that that dick went and done to me." He gestured to the purpling handprint starting to form around his neck.

"Heh, don't think you can bribe me into staying at your place with your step-brother." I winked back at my boyfriend, who in turn blushed. "Say Kurt, I've been wondering…What do you do when I'm not looking to get yourself leveled beyond my level?" Kurt was actually taken aback from my question, as if he doesn't completely know the answer...Or like he's hiding something.

"Umm…What are you talking about, David? I think you probably hit your head one too many times against the locker…"

"Seriously Kurt, I saw your level tag, you could probably kick my ass and anyone else's at this school if you wanted to…" I saw an inner monologue taking place in Kurt's face, "What's going on, Kurt?"

"It's nothing, David!" I flinched at the sudden harsh tone, but his voice quickly calmed, "Just…drop it, hun, it's nothing…I just…level up easily, my stats aren't all that impressive anyway." He gave a coy smile and a wink.

I raised an eyebrow, but thusly relented, it's probably nothing too important, "Whatever, Fancy…Let's go to your place, then." I held out my hand for him to take, he accepted, wrapping his slender fingers in my bigger hand.

"Alright—" He grabs my wrist with my memento bracelet on it and brings it to his face, "Szynka Pęcina, let's go." We walked out of the front doors, hand in hand, until we got to our respective vehicles. We decided that it's still a good idea for us to take our own, just in case I need to make a quick getaway yet again. With a departing kiss, we got in our cars and headed out to Kurt's place. As we drove down the street, I couldn't help but chuckle at how Kurt's Navigator seemed to wiggle its tail-end, like how Kurt usually sways his hips when he walks. Suddenly I get a text; still keeping my eyes on the road, I grabbed my phone from my cupholder and viewed the message,

"Stop staring at my ass! ;-P ~Kurt" I looked up and caught his eye in his rear-view mirror and teasingly made a kissy-face at him. When we got to a red light, I quickly texted back,

"Hey, you just put it out there for the whole world to see, I can't help that I like what I see! ;-) ~Dave"

As soon as the light turned green, I got a picture text… It was of Kurt…standing completely naked, save for a long scarf trailing down from his neck, covering up his package, "Like what you see now? ~Kurt"

I nearly dropped my phone and swerved my truck; from how his shoulders were bobbing, I could tell that he was laughing up a storm in his car. The picture stared back at me, the sight immediately making my blood flow in between my legs…Hmm…two can play at this game, Fancy…At the next red light, I quickly unzipped my fly and freed my straining erection, which I snapped a photo of with my phone and sent to the boyfriend with a, "I don't know, how do you think he feels? ~Dave"

Suddenly Kurt's horn honked briefly and he swerved dramatically in the lane when the light turned green, giving me enough time to tuck myself back in my jeans. In the lane next to mine was that creepy pedo teacher who got fired after feeling up a student or something, he was gawking at me through my window with a dropped jaw...Apparently he saw everything *ahem* unfold. Luckily for me, in his distracted state, he got rear-ended, giving me the opportunity to escape from his prying eyes. I got soon got another text from the boyfriend,

"Okay, truce! No more sexting on the road! X_X ~Kurt"

I chuckled and pumped my fist in victory. We finally made it onto Kurt's street, he parked in the driveway and I parked across the street as usual. As I walked towards the driveway, I see Kurt with a frustrated look directed at me. Just as I made it to him, his hand shot out and grabbed my cock through my jeans, making me gasp out in half-shock, half-twisted pleasure.

"That's very dangerous, David…You can get someone in a crash…" His expression darkened as he continued his over-the-pants hand job in broad daylight, in full view of the neighbors, should they even be looking. I couldn't just let him get away with this, so I reached my hand around and pressed my fingers between his ass cheeks through his pants, causing his to gasp out like I did. Kurt growled lustfully at me, which I returned in full.

"Oh, dudes! Come on, that's just gross and wrong right there in the driveway!" We immediately pulled away from each other and turned our heads to see Finn covering his eyes with one hand, then peeking in between two of his fingers.

"Hey Finn, isn't there anyone else you can try cockblocking? 'cause Kurt and I aren't the only couple you can try to sabotage."

"I know, but you two are just conventional."

"Convenient, Finn. But thank you for stopping things before the neighbors could get an X-rated show…" Kurt walked past Finn, whose attention was suddenly grabbed by the now obvious hand print on his neck.

"Whoa…Dude, what happened to you?" When Kurt said nothing, Finn's expression turned angry and started towards me, wringing my letterman in his hands. "Dude, did you fucking do that to him?"

I rapidly shook my head, "N-n-no, Finn! I-"

"It was Blaine, Finn…" Finn's head jerked towards Kurt, his eyes wide with surprise. "Now let go of David this instant." Finn quickly released my jacket and apologetically dusted off my shoulders. When Kurt walked into the house, Finn turned back to me, "What the hell happened, Dave? He was supposed to be under your watch, wasn't he?"

I was struck with a twinge of guilt, as I could have prevented this altogether, but things just happened so fast. "It's…a long story, Finn…Let's go inside and I'll tell you."

We went inside and sat on the couch, Kurt must have gone off to put on some cover-up for his neck. I told Finn the story as best as I could gather; how I encountered Blaine apparently trying to force himself on Kurt. I tried to explain what Blaine was ranting about, how he claims ownership over Kurt, and how I'm not a worthy individual. And then I topped it off with that situation of Bland choking Kurt and twisting my arm out of my socket.

"Wow…dude…That's insane…He's insane, you don't just claim that you own someone…Isn't that like slavery or something?"

I chuckled lightly and patted his shoulder patronizingly, "So close, Finn, so close."

"That must have been tough though…Feeling helpless and unable to protect the one that you love…You do love Kurt, don't you?" In a moment of clarity, Finn managed to look past everything and analyze the situation.

I blushed and looked down sheepishly as I nodded, "Yeah…Yeah, I do." Finn flashed his trademark lop-sided smile at me.

"That's good, dude. Come on, I want to show you something." He stood up and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up from the couch. He led me down the hallway and into a room filled with knick-knacks, antiques and various items gathering dust; I'd wager that this is their storage closet…

"You're…not gonna try and take advantage of me in here…are you, Finn?" The Frankenteen flinched slightly as he turned to me with a raised eyebrow,

"Dude, no! I wouldn't ever do that to Kurt, or to you, since I like you as well…That doesn't sound gay, does it?"

"Oh…No…of course it doesn't." I stifled a snicker.

"Cool. Well, anyway, I wanted to show you something…Where is it…Ah, here it is." He squatted down to open a dusty trunk, labeled 'Christopher Hudson'…His dad? I squatted down and looked over to Finn, who had a somewhat sad smile on his face. "My dad…I don't remember much of him since he died when I was little…But my mom told me that he was a strong guy, not just like muscle-wise, but like mind-wise. He was very protective of my mom and me; in fact, I think that's the reason why my mom fell in love with him. Because he fought against all odds to make sure that the people he loves are safe."

He picked up a worn combat helmet, dents, rusty patches, and bullet marks riddling it, and assessed it adoringly, "This is probably my most cherished thing in the world; it always teaches me about wanting to protect someone. You can tell from how it looks, he's gone through hell and back, fighting for my mom and me…And in the end…dying on the battlefield…" He sniffled as he placed the helmet back in the trunk and pulled out a small box and opened it, revealing a bronze star-shaped medal. "He was awarded the Medal of Honor, you know? They said he fought bravely and died for our country, but I know in my heart that he truly fought for my mom and me, so we can live without fear…"

I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, "Your dad's a hero, Finn. It doesn't matter if it's to the country…As long as you were able to recognize that of him, I'm sure he's happy passing on that responsibility to you."

He turned to me and smiled, "Yeah, I know for sure that I would protect my mom until my last breath…and not just her, but Burt, the Glee club…and Kurt. I believe in you to protect Kurt as well with everything that you are, Dave."

"Mm. Kurt is precious to me, Finn. Like your father to you and your mom, I would walk through hell for him…Even past my last breath, I would make sure that Kurt will always be safe because…I love him, and he's worth every tear, sweat, and blood drop."

"You're a great guy, Dave, I know for sure that you can do it, I know you can defeat the entire Glee club and truly show who you are to the whole school, hell, the whole world, that you are David freakin' Karofsky, and that you'll never give up the fight to protect the one that you love."

"Wait, you're still on my list to fight, Finn…"

"That's right, and when that day comes, you'd better show me that you mean every word that you said."

I smirked and bumped my fist with his, "That's a promise dude; I'll wipe the floor with you."

"I don't know…I think I'll be the one to end your victory streak…"

We both started laughing, playfully punching at each other, until we heard a loud clearing of the throat behind us. We turned around to find a freshened-up Kurt, bruises fully concealed.

"Finnegan, now I know that you weren't sneaking David in here to molest him…" Kurt cocked a jokingly suspicious eyebrow.

"Oh no, we finished up a couple moments ago." He winked at me, earning him a punch to the shoulder.

"Alright you two…Come on, I don't want all this dust to clog my pores…"

"Hey hun, is that a cobweb in your hair?"

"WHAT?" Kurt immediately turned tail and dashed out of the storage closet, leaving Finn and me to laugh raucously. "Oh very funny, you two! This is coming out of your sex time, David Karofsky!"

I whimpered and got up off the floor, "Guess playtime is over, dude, don't want all of my time to be taken away now…"

"Rach or Quinn haven't done that with me, being the way that they are…But withheld sex as a punishment is just mean…"

Damn right it is, along with sexing while driving…I nodded in agreement with Finn and left the storage area and down the hall to the living room to find a visibly fuming Burt Hummel standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, leering a hole through my head. "Kurt…?" I whimpered in an anxious cry.

"What is it Dav—What the? Dad, why do you keep coming home early, isn't that bad for your paycheck?"

"I get a salary and commission, you know that, Kurt…Now…What the hell is he doing here again? Didn't I specifically forbid you to bring home this trash? I can't stop you from dating him outside the house, but when you bring him here—"

"Whoa, Burt, it's okay, Dave's a cool guy and—"

"And you, Finn, you've known all along that Kurt's been bringing him here? You were supposed to be a good brother to him, by not letting bad influences like him near Kurt." Burt directed his perturbed glare towards the taller guy beside me, who shrunk down like a dog with his tail between his legs.

"Daddy, please, don't be mad at Finn, and most certainly don't be mad at David." Kurt strode to Mr. Hummel's side, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Kurt…You do not get to make any requests this time. David Karofsky is still in my house, and I will not allow the guy who made my son's life a living hell—"

"For a justified reason, dad!" Kurt glared fiercely at his father, his exasperation started to bubble to the surface.

"And I said that him being gay now doesn't excuse anything that he's done! You're done now, Kurt, go to your room!" Mr. Hummel glared even more daggers at me, making me start to quiver with unease.

"I'm not moving until you understand what I see in David that redeems him in my eyes…" Kurt stood his ground and firmly implored to his dad.

"Mr. Hummel, if you would please, just listen to what Kurt and I have to say—" My words were cut short when Burt flicked his hand out, summoning his shotgun in a flash of light and pointing it at my face once again.

"Oh shit!" Finn dived out of the way and slammed on the floor, causing more noise than necessary.

"You. Don't get to speak." Burt took careful aim, placing his finger on the trigger.

"Dad, stop it, please! Look, I know that David did some questionable things in the past, but even you can see that decapitating my boyfriend will not make things better. In fact, things will be worse, because you'll have forever lost my trust." I see Burt slowly take his finger off the trigger; Kurt turns to me, "David, no matter what, I'll stand by you through all the hard times. If you're gonna fight for me, then I'll fight for you as well."

Burt's expression somehow turned from homicidal to shocked as he turned his head towards Kurt. After a moment of silent, though strained pondering, Mr. Hummel's expression turned stern once again as he turned towards me once again, slowly lowering his gun. "…Get out of here, before I change my mind…"

I looked to Kurt, who opened his mouth to say something, but opted to give me a small, but hopeful smile and nodded for me to head on out. I returned the smile and then gave Burt an appreciative nod before I headed towards the front door.

"Ow! Watch it, dude!"

"Oop, sorry, Finn. Dive somewhere else next time." I quickly stepped off of Finn's back and over the rest of his body, opening the front door and heading back to my truck. As I unlocked it, I looked back to see Kurt running out to me,

"Dave, wait!" He skidded to a halt on the pavement and grabbed my letterman, pulling me forward in a passionate goodbye kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him flush to my body. After a moment of swapping saliva, Kurt begrudgingly pulled off. "It's a small step of progress, but he's getting there…"

A loud clearing of the throat came from the house; Burt Hummel impatiently gripped his shotgun. I took that as my cue to get the hell out of here. I pulled Kurt's hand to my lips, "I'll see you tomorrow, babe." I warily looked back to Burt and gave him another acknowledging nod before I got into my truck and headed back on the road to my house. Was I dreaming, or did Burt really shoot me and now I'm in a sort of Limbo where not everything goes bad? For sure, I thought that Mr. Hummel was about to fulfill his mission in ensuring that his son never dates again…I checked for any bulletholes and if my head was actually still attached to my body.

"Rrgh, come on Dave, get it together…" I gripped the steering wheel and shook myself…Ooh, that seemed to do the trick. With my house in sight, I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

As I walked into the living room, my mom greeted me with a surprise attack hug, "Gotcha, Davey! Ooh, you smell good."

I pulled away, tired from the day's antics, "Nah, that must be you mom."

"Oh, haha, no, I just farted."

"Oh, come on, mom!"

"What? You can't expect me to hold it in, you know? I heard that increases the chances of spontaneous combustion…"

"Ugh…" I facepalmed.

"David, if your mother pays for her half of the house payments, then she can damn well unleash her flatulence in any corner she pleases. She paid for it, and she can also spray some freshener while she's at it…" Dad made the point of emphasizing the last part, to which mom blushed embarrassedly and ducked into the kitchen. I chuckled and shook my head at the two children who happened to be my parents. The prospect of a nap really appealed to me, but as I climbed the stairs, my dad's voice startled me into slipping down the first two steps. HP: -1, -1 (1015)

"Son, why don't you stick around? Since you've been dating Kurt, you hardly have time to talk about your day with us. So come over here and talk with your bored old man…David?" He looked behind him from his comfy position on his recliner to see the chuckle-worthy image of me pampering my knee which took a hit coming down the stairs.

"Hss…Ahh…Hss…Ahh…Hss…Ahh…Hss…Ahh…Hss…Ahh…Hss…Ahh…"

"Oh, get up, you chicken-wuss; no son of mine goes into overly-unnecessary-Family Guy-hurt-knee-moment mode after a two step fall." Mom nudges at me with her foot and helps me up, ushering me to the couch for our once-daily debriefing session. Dad drew back the footrest on his recliner and leaned forward with his chin rested on his knuckles, in 'Analytical Father' mode.

"Alright, son, go on, tell us about the life and times of David Karofsky."

Well, might as well bite the bullet and not short change them…I took a deep breath. "Well you know this morning I went out early for a training session with Santana she had Brittany come along to be her assistant first I had to do boot camp obstacle courses where the gravity changed in each one so I learned how to do a stat boost by sacrificing my SP then I got a level up and then Brittany summoned a goblin attack squad and their leader I tried to take them all on but they were persistent bastards so I pulled a grenade out of Santana's hair and BOOM the field was littered with goblin parts and then I got a level up the next exercise had me reading a fanfiction written by Brittany and her cat I won't tell you who's in the fanfiction because that's strictly mine and Kurt's business oh crap why did I just say that well long story short I got a nosebleed and a level up but not until after Santana showed me her boobs forever scarring me for life but at least it was far better than a cold shower but I digress…"

*Deep breath*

"Then came the sketchy part of the training session where Brittany afflicted me with a crap-ton of status effects I think they were paralysis mute poison and blind anyway I'm sure as you two know already I have an evil influence inside my head that made me be that bully for so long I think it was puberty that did it but yet again I digress Santana taunted Karofsky to come out in the open so Brittany can trap him deeper in my mind yes I call him Karofsky since others called me by our last name when I was that homophobic jerk so I attributed them together it turned out that Karofsky was too strong for Brittany to handle but before he could completely take over Kurt called me back in the open and put Karofsky to sleep for a short while then I got pissed off at Santana even though she gave me another level up for toughing it out then she gave me 3 rare candies because she's a lazy ass so I think I'm level 23 now or something oh I forgot to tell you the entire time I was training I felt I was being stalked so at the end of the training session I tried to look for the stalker in the field it turned out to be Kurt's friend Sam you know the blonde kid who has a sick obsession with Justin Bieber…"

*Deep breath*

"Anyway I kicked his butt 3 ways from Sunday but then he got up and summoned a weapon but I didn't know how to summon mine 'cause I neglected to read the tutorial why didn't you tell me there was important stuff like summoning an awesome weapon in it that doesn't matter now 'cause Kurt taught me how to do it *summons Penalty* see this is Penalty pretty cool huh anyway Sam still got the upper hand since I never got to practice with this but then I combined my special techniques with Penalty and *swings Penalty* BAM I chopped his weapon in twain and practically cut him in half ending the epic battle of course I gained another level but at least I didn't nearly die again oh yeah apparently Mercedes and Sam are dating Mercedes you know Kurt's friend the bigger girl the fashionable one anyway we started the school day I still got nervous from the weird looks and whispers Kurt gave me encouraging words he went to class I sang Over My Head but I'm not certain whether or not it was in my head because I somehow ended up in the shower by the time the song ended weird no?...

*Deep breath*

Apparently Mr. Shuester the Glee director heard me singing and left a note inviting me to audition I'm tempted to do it but not until I have most of the club on my side or else I'd feel like I'd be trapped in a death box in the choir room anyway I looked for Kurt in the hallway and saw him being pretty much sexually assaulted by his ex-boyfriend Harry Bland Hairgel Potterbrows this guy is an evil douche plain and simple I pinned him up against the lockers but he started to taunt Karofsky how the hell does everyone know that I practically have dissociative personality disorder Kurt sang According to You to get the point across that they're broken up but he didn't take no for an answer and forced himself on Kurt again I tried to punch him off but this guy's freakishly strong for a hobbit-sized douche I summoned Penalty again and *swings Penalty* sliced his pretty face then Kurt broke his hold on him and kicked him square in the face I checked on Kurt then got pissed off again and chased after Blaine that's his real name but again he is freakishly strong he shaved off a third of my health with one punch it's still hurting ow…

*Deep breath*

Kurt started crying so I comforted him then he invited me to his place so we can heal up I'm not gonna tell you that he and I sexted on the way to his place and oh crap I did it again oh well it's out in the open now anyway we got to his place and his step-brother Finn took me into the storage closet and touched me in my pants just kidding mom but really he showed me all the stuff that belonged to his dad who died in a war he talked to me about protecting those who I love and it got me to admit to Finn that I do love Kurt and would always protect him then Kurt came in and told us to come out to the living room because he doesn't like dust then lo and behold instead of Kurt in the living room I find his dad looking pissed as hell needless to say he pulled his shotgun on me again but Kurt managed to talk him down and he let me go unharmed so I drove back home and here we are and that's what you missed on Glee!"

Mom and dad looked at each other, trying to digest my debriefing rant when all of a sudden mom yelled out, "Wait, did you say that Burt Hummel pulled a shotgun on you again? Paul!" She nodded to dad,

"Alright, get ready, Alex!" I looked at the both of them in anxious wonderment as they stood up. Dad flicked out his hand and in a flash of light, he summoned his weapon…A deck of cards? I looked to my mom who summoned a chakram. I jumped up and addressed the both of them,

"Whoa whoa whoa, what's with the battle-ready thing going on?"

Mom inspected the razor ring in her hand slightly nicking one of her fingers to test the sharpness, "Your father and I will take care of the problem, Davey, you don't have to worry about Mr. Hummel attempting to blow your head off again."

I shook my head in a double take, "Wait, what? Mom, dad, you're kinda overreacting here, sure he's pulled a gun on me, but he hasn't exactly blown off my head recently…" I was careful not to mention that he actually did fire at me. "Besides, where would that place Kurt? I don't think he'd really forgive me for letting my overreacting parents murder his just as overprotective father…"

Dad rubbed his beard contemplatively, "Hrmmm…Well, since you say so…I suppose we can let this go…for now. Alex." He nodded to mom who dismissed her chakram and sat back down on the sofa in a huff. "But know this, if I hear that he's trying something like this again, I'll be laying down a special trap card for him…" Dad shuffled his card deck as menacing as can be shuffling a deck.

I nodded, "Well, if that'll be all, I think I'm gonna head to my room now for a nap…"

"Of course, Davey. Your father and I are sorry for overreacting, but we can't help it, we're your parents and we love you. It's a given that we'd wish nothing of harm shall come to you."

I nodded gratefully and trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. As I crossed the doorframe, I got a text:

"I talked with dad. It's gonna take a while, but he'll warm up to you soon enough! I'll see you tomorrow babe! *kisses* ~Kurt"

I smiled brightly at the goodnight message before typing in my own to him,

"Yeah…I kinda told my parents that your dad held me at gunpoint. They freaked out and were about to go all assassin on him, but I called them off. ^_^;

Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you and good night to my awesome boyfriend. *smooches* ~Dave"

"Yikes, well, I guess we both have overprotective, homicidal parents. Hehe…Goodnight, sweetheart! ~Kurt"

As I was about to put my phone on vibrate, a call came in, and I immediately answered, thinking it was Kurt who wanted to have a little 'late night phone conversation' to make up for our antics on the road today.

"Heeey, sexy thing…So, did you want to make up for what you did today that almost got me killed?" I tried to make my voice sound sultry but just ended up making me sound like a creeper shiftily eying his favorite porn at a porn store.

"Never, you worthless caveman. Spineless excuse for a human being…"

I nearly dropped my phone in shock, but brought it back up to my ear, anger starting to boil over, "Blaine! How the fuck did you get this number?"

The voice on the other end sounded way too amused, "My my…Such an impudent attitude…Really, you're extremely easy to WhitePage. Do you know how many 'David Karofskys' there are in Ohio, that's right, just one. Now to what I wanted: Give up on Kurt, and I'll let you live out your worthless life as a Lima Loser."

I gripped my phone hard, plastic starting to reach its cracking point, "Never in my lifetime or the next, you psycho freak, and I'll continue to fight until he and I have our happy ending."

"You will never have a happy ending, David. Why do you insist on fighting, huh?

"Because I…I have something worth fighting for…something worth protecting. And I will fight for Kurt even with my last breath, believe it! As for you, I warn you Blaine…Blaine…?"

"Anderson."

"Right, thanks…I warn you, Blaine Anderson, come near Kurt like you did today, and I will personally rip you in half, and I will enjoy it! Rot in hell you piece of shit!" I ended the call, hearing dark laughter on the other end. I tossed my cell phone on my bed in a frustrated manner and looked at the clock…8:00…hmm…I suppose there's still time before dinner. "Penalty!" The halberd flashed into my hand, I felt the absolutely perfect feeling of it, perfect weight, contours to my hands, you name it, this weapon is essentially me…in hockey stick form…Time to get some practice in…I need to get even stronger to further ensure that Kurt is always safe. I gave it a swing or two up and down, memorizing the feel of it slicing through the air and the faint whistling through metal blades. Don't worry Kurt…I'll be ready any and every day, just say the word and I'll come running…

Blaine Anderson stood in his dormitory back at Dalton Academy, pulling his phone away from his ear with a blank wondering stare into nothingness, "Something worth protecting, huh?" He walked over to his desk, illuminated by a dim lamp and pulled open one of the drawers, retrieving a framed picture of himself and an attractive boy about his age, both sharply dressed and with an adoring smile shared between the two. He set it on the desk and ran his fingers across the boy's face in a longing, melancholy manner,

"I…couldn't protect you…I wasn't strong enough…If I was, you'd still be-" Without realizing it, Blaine had crushed his phone into countless pieces in his dark glowing hand. He looked down at the plastic shards embedded into his palm without the slightest hint of pain, "It will never stop…" The troubled Warbler placed the picture back into his desk and directed his attention to another picture on his desk, one of him and Kurt at McKinley's Junior Prom.

"You're my only hope to start anew…Even if that means having to sever yours and David's fates…"

*Today's songs were Over My Head by The Fray and According to You by Orianthi

Wowzers, things got a little hectic there between our heroes and The Dick. Blaine's story will unfold, but as the story isn't completely about him, he'll have to wait.

So, whatcha think, people? Is it coming along? Anyhoo, thank you so much for reading so far, please please review! I shall try to be more punctual for your next fix...uh, I mean chapter... ^_^; Much epic love to you all! ~ShonenOkami