A/N: AHH! I wanted to have this published like two days ago but life got in the way and I had no time to finish it. Well, it's done now. PS, did you watch glee? Kurt's sexy face was awesome. Someone needs to tell Kurt he doesn't need to make a sexy face, he just needs to use his regular face.
I totally almost cried during the Santana/Brittany talk.
Chapter 14:
"Rachel wants to know what's going on-" Finn said, walking back in. He threw his hands up in the air when he saw them kissing. "Seriously? Now?"
"He's cute when he's hurt..." Kurt pouted.
"He's always hurt." Finn said.
"Thats not…" Kurt bit his lip and looked at Sam. "Well..."
"Hey!"
"It's true dude, you get punched a lot." Finn said. "Uh, I gotta get Rachel home soon. So, if you're ok…"
Sam nodded, and got up off the floor.
The drive back was quiet, and no one said anything about what had happened until they got back to Kurt and Finn's house. They shuffled up to Kurt's room, where Sam flopped down on Kurt's bed, an ice pack pressed to his jaw.
Finn looked at them. "What the hell was all of that?"
"It would appear Karofsky's gay." Sam mumbled.
"Since when! And how did you know?" Finn asked.
"Since always probably...and I could tell. The way he was looking at Kurt..." He sighed.
"Dude...I showered with that guy. A lot." Finn said.
Kurt and Sam turned to stare at him at the same time.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt snapped. Finn looked startled. "What you think every gay guy is just aching to jump your overgrown bones?"
"I'm sorry..." Finn said, backing up with his hands held up defensively. "This is just a little shocking to find out."
"You know, you've showered with me." Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, but I know your not into anyone but Kurt."
"It would appear Karofsky and I have that in common." Sam muttered. He sat up on the bed. "God I hate that. I hate that he thinks of you that way."
Kurt leaned against the wall, looking tired. "I hate it too..." He said quietly. Sam looked at his sad, quiet expression and something occurred to him. Kurt hadn't seemed surprised when he'd found out about Karofsky. His words in the washroom came back to him.
Congratulations on discovering Karofsky's big gay secret…
"Finn...can you give us some privacy." He said, his voice shaking. Finn nodded and left the room. Sam got up off the bed, putting his ice pack down.
"Kurt...did you know?" He asked.
Kurt looked up sharply. "I...don't want to talk about that."
"Jesus, Kurt…" Sam moaned. "Why didn't you say something?"
Kurt bit his lip and looked away. "I couldn't...I couldn't tell you."
"Why? I had a right to know. Do you know how much more fucked up this makes Karofsky. Abusing someone because you hate them, I can understand, but because you like them?" He shook his head. Suddenly, something else occurred to him. It wasn't something he wanted to think, in fact he would have really loved it if his brain had just shut the fuck up, but it wouldn't.
He looked at Kurt. "Kurt...Karofsky...did he ever..." He could barely get the words out, the thought made him so sick. "He never….touched you did he?"
A panicked look shot across Kurt's face and he looked away. "I don't want to to talk about about that."
Sam felt like his gut was ripped out of his chest. "Oh god…"
Kurt just stood there, his arms wrapped around himself.
Sam took a deep breath. "How? What did he do?"
Kurt bit his lip, holding himself tighter.
Sam walked over to him and pressed himself against Kurt, sandwiching him against the wall. He stroked a piece of Kurt's hair back, trying to keep from crying. "Please baby, you have to tell me. You have to."
Kurt turned his head and looked at him, his eyes shining with tears. "It's just...it's stupid." He tried to smile, but it died on his lips. "It was just...he just kissed me. And I couldn't tell anyone...I was ashamed. And, he you know, threatened to kill me..."
Kurt could feel Sam shaking against him. He thought Sam was going to punch the wall or freak out, but he just looked at him. "He is never going to touch you again, ok? I promise."
Kurt nodded. "I know." He said softly.
He tried to kiss Sam on the lips, but Sam winced painfully and he stopped.
"I hate that I can't kiss you right now..." Sam mumbled.
"We don't need to." He said quietly.
Kurt smiled and led Sam over to the bed. They lay down together, and Kurt rested his head on Sam's chest. Sam put his arm around Kurt and sighed.
"I guess this is ok too..." he murmured. He felt Kurt nod against his chest.
Burt Hummel sighed, standing in his son's doorway. He wondered how often he was going to have to walk in on something like this. At least they were fully clothed this time, and just appeared to be sleeping. Finn had told him what happened at the mall (though he had left out the part about Karofsky being gay) and he walked quietly into the room and looked at Sam's jaw. Finn was right, it was already turning a familiar shade of purple.
He re-adjusted his baseball cap, picked up Kurt's phone and left the room. Once outside he pressed "re-dial" and waited for Sam's mother to pick up.
"Hi, Lina? This is Burt Hummel. Yeah I'm good. Um, Carole and I were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner tonight. We'll probably get Chinese. I just figure that since our kids seems to be falling even more madly in love each week, it would be good for us to be friendly. And it would be nice to be able to talk to another parent with a kid whose gay."
He waited and listened as she told him she would love to come over.
"Great. Oh, also someone punched Sam in the face again." He held the phone away from his head as she screamed loudly into it. She wasn't screaming at him, she just seemed to be screaming in general.
"Yeah, I don't really know what happened. See, all my information is coming from Finn, and he's not really an accurate and coherent details type person. Yeah he's fine, they're sleeping now. Together. I mean, not like that, I wouldn't let that happen. They're fully clothed and on top of the covers. I think they just fell asleep."
He stuck his head back into the room, just to make sure they hadn't moved. "Though I gotta tell ya, it's not the first time I've walked in on something like this. One time Kurt was shirtless and Sam was on top of him," he laughed and readjusted his baseball cap. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack. No, turns out he was just giving him a massage, Kurt was sick- yeah that's what Kurt said."
He listened, and furrowed his brow. "What do you mean you've walked in on worse? Lina? Hello?"
When Sam woke up, it felt like someone had actually ripped his jaw off. He wanted to scream it hurt so bad, but he kept his mouth closed. There was an angel asleep on his chest and he didn't want to wake him up.
He smiled, ignoring the pain that caused, and brushed back a stray piece of hair off Kurt's forehead. Sometimes his beauty overwhelmed him a little.
He thought about how he'd treated him today, and felt terrible. He'd ignored him when he'd told him to stop provoking Karofsky and he'd used him to get a rise out of him.
He thought of how he'd run his mouth a long Kurt's neck, keeping his eyes trained on Karofsky to gauge his reaction. He felt sick. He hugged his arms tighter around Kurt's sleeping body and silently promised he would never do anything like that again.
He must have squeezed him too tightly, because a moment later Kurt began to stir. Sam always had mixed feelings, watching Kurt wake up. Part of him was always sad, because he looked so perfect and beautiful sleeping, but another part of him was just excited to be able to talk to him again. A third part was amused and embarrassed at how Kurt was able to reduce him to a 12 year old school girl.
Kurt's eyes opened slowly and he yawned and look up at Sam, smiling. "I love it when your the first thing I see when I wake up." He murmured.
"I love watching you wake up." He murmured back, tilting his chin up to kiss him. As their lips met, they heard a loud barfing sound come from the doorway.
"You suck, Finn..." Kurt muttered, still keeping his lips close to Sam's.
"You guys are totally-" Finn began, but stopped mid sentence with a confused look on his face. Finn turned and dashed down the hallway, leaving Sam and Kurt staring confusedly after him. 30 seconds later he was back. "-repugnant." He finished triumphantly.
"And you're a dullard." Kurt shot back. Finn looked confused again.
"I don't know what the means..." he said slowly.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "So go look it up."
"But it's not on my calendar."
"So find a dictionary!" Kurt said, tossing a pillow at Finn. Finn swatted the pillow away and left.
"Dullard?" Sam asked, smiling as he kissed Kurt's ear.
Kurt shrugged. "I have an extensive vocabulary, it makes sense that some words are more or less useless."
"Right, uh dinner's ready." Finn said, reappearing in the doorway.
Kurt sighed. "Go tell my Dad I can't come down for dinner right now, because I'm busy going down on Sam."
Finn turned to leave and Kurt jumped off the bed. "Don't actually tell him that you idiot!"
"I won't if you come right now." Finn said, backing away from Kurt.
"Oh Finn, it doesn't work like that. You gotta have a little finesse." Sam said, jumping off the bed.
"What?" Finn said.
"Nothing, Finn. Let's go." Kurt said, shooting Sam a look. They went downstairs, where Sam was surprised to see his mother sitting on the couch with Carole. Then he was horrified when he realized that she had his baby pictures with her.
"Look, wasn't he just the cutest wittle chubbykins you ever saw?" His mother cooed. Carole seemed to agree.
"Oooh, Sam-baby pictures!" Kurt said excitedly, going to sit by his mother. "Can I see the ones where he's dressed as a ninja again?"
"Why is this happening?" Sam said, standing rooted at the bottom of the stairs.
"Stop getting punched in the face and I'll stop having to remind myself of how cute your face used to be." She said curtly, not turning around.
"You're not seriously mad at me for getting punched are you? That wasn't my fault!" He said, walking over to the couch.
"Well..." Kurt said, looking away.
"Fine, this time it maybe was, but the other two times were way outta my control."
"I'm just...look how cute you were!" His mother said, her voice going up an octave.
Sam knew that voice, that was her "I'm about to start crying" voice.
"Ah, Mom it's ok. I'm still cute." He said, sitting on the other side of her.
"You were such a cute chubby kid, and I never thought you'd lose your baby fat but then you did. And sure there were a few awkward years in between," She said, grabbing his arm. "Like that year you dressed up as Harry Potter everyday...but now you're so handsome and..." She sniffed. "I miss my chubby baby!" She cried, and Kurt put his arms around her.
"He's still a chubby little ninja baby on the inside, Ms. Evans." Kurt said, patting her shoulder. "And now he's grown up into a strong young man whose not afraid to defend the ones he loves. You raised a great person."
"Thanks Kurt. Sam's really lucky to have you." She said, sniffing back her tears. Kurt smiled.
"Yeah, I know." He hugged her. "Now please tell me you have pictures of Sam dressed as Harry Potter."
"Oh god, Sam that's disgusting!" Finn shouted, a look of sudden realization appearing on his face. "Not cool, dude."*
"Those pictures are in another album..." She said slowly, staring at Finn. The rest of them ignored his outburst.
Burt came from picking up the food, his arms filled with brown paper bags. "A little help?"
Sam and Finn went over to help, and they set the food up on the table.
"Sorry for the lack of fried foods, Lina." Burt apologized. "Kurt won't let me get any of the good stuff."
"Yes, I'm just so evil for wanting my father to reach his 50th birthday." Kurt said, taking a seat next to Sam.
"Damn right you are." Burt said, passing around the chicken lo-mien.
"It's ok, Sam told me Kurt's a healthy eater. That time he came over for dinner, Sam was micro managing everything I put into the food I made. 'Why are you putting in more cheese? Do you want to kill him? He's delicate!'" She said in her Sam-impression voice.
"I am not delicate." Kurt scoffed. Sam blushed.
"You're my fragile peach." Sam said, giving Kurt his best adorable puppy dog face.
"Says the bruised apple."
"I think I'd be a papaya..." Finn mused.
"You're a Kumquat." Kurt said. Everyone raised their eyebrows. "Just trust me. He's totally a Kumquat."
Sam decided not to say that Kumquat was totally the dirtiest fruit name ever.
After dinner, Sam and Kurt went back up to his room (Sam making sure to grab the baby pictures so his mother could not embarrass him further).
They lay on Kurt's bed in a position similar to the one they'd been in before. They didn't speak for a while, they just lay together. Kurt was absent-mindedly fiddling with Sam's hand which was lying across his chest. Eventually, Kurt spoke.
"Are you nervous about Thursday?" He asked quietly. He tangled his fingers with Sam's and pulled his arms around him.
"Thursday?" Sam murmured.
"The trial."
"Oh." He said quietly. He knew he was nervous, especially after what happened today but it was hard to really be upset about anything when he was this content. "Now's not a good time to gauge my real feelings for things. You have a weird ability to make me feel like everything is OK, so I'm calm now..."
"Ok." Kurt said.
"Are you?" Sam asked, snuggling his head into the crook of Kurt's neck.
"No." Kurt said quickly.
"Good. We're gonna get through this together. Those assholes are going to pay for what they did to you, and we're going to skip off into the sunset, got it?" Sam whispered.
"I don't know how comfortable I am with us skipping off anywhere, but other than that it sounds like a lovely plan." Kurt said.
"Do not push me, Hummel." Karofsky growled.
"You going to hit me? Do it." Kurt dared.
"Don't push me!" He shouted, his face growing red.
"Hit me, 'cause it's not going to change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me anymore than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"
"I said get out of my face!"
"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"
Karofsky put his hand on the back of Kurt's head, and forced his lips against him. Kurt stood frozen, paralyzed by shock. Even after Karofsky broke the kiss, he just stood there. It wasn't until he tried to kiss him again that he reacted. He tried to push Karofsky away from him, but Karofsky wouldn't let him. He held onto him tightly, forcing him against the locker and smashing his mouth against him again. Kurt couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything. He was trapped, and Karofsky's hands were moving down his body.
"No one's gonna care, Hummel." Karofsky whispered, his lips pressed against his ear now. His tongue darted over his lobe as he spoke and Kurt whimpered in fear and disgust. "When has anyone ever cared what I've done to you."
It was Tuesday night, two days before the trial. Kurt groaned in his sleep, struggling to wake himself up. It was just a dream, just a dream was all. You've had it before.
He felt groggy and disoriented, and the fear from the dream still clung to his body. Without thinking, he reached over to his nightstand and picked up the phone, hitting re-dial.
The phone rang for an eternity, before someone on the other end picked up.
"I fucking hate you..." Sam's mother said groggily. Kurt's heart beat quickly and he realized it was 4:17 in the morning.
"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Evans." Kurt said, feeling tears grow in his eyes.
"Kurt?" She said, her voice gentler and more awake now. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
"I-It's nothing. I w-was just scared..." He put his hand up to his eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling, but they wouldn't.
"I'll get Sam." She said. "I'm sorry I said I hated you Kurt, it was just sort of an instant reaction to being woken up at 4 am."
"No, I'm sorry..I didn't realize..." He muttered, feeling like an idiot.
"Hey, it's ok. You've been through a lot recently, and the trial's only in a few days. I know Sam's been freaking out a little too." She said softly. He could hear the familiar creak of Sam's bedroom door as she opened it.
"Sam. Sam!" He heard her whisper. In the background he could hear a low grumbling.
"I fucking hate you..." He heard Sam murmur.
"Real nice, kid. It's Kurt."
"WHAT!" He heard Sam shout, then a loud banging noise as Sam presumably fell out of bed. "Is he ok, what happened? Where is he? Oh god."
"He's on the phone, calm down he's fine." She hissed.
"Kurt?" Sam's panicked voice said, appearing on the phone.
"Hi..." Kurt said weakly. He felt awful for disturbing them now.
"What's wrong, baby?" Sam asked softly.
"I just...I had...god it's so stupid. I had a nightmare and I panicked and didn't notice the time..." He moaned at his own stupidity.
"Hey, its not stupid. I've been having nightmares too. Usually I'm reliving that day with the dumpster but in my dreams, I'm alone and when they stop me from getting to you, no one else does..." Sam paused here, choking on his words. "I understand how awful dreams can be sometimes."
"Sam, I lied about the trial. I'm fucking terrified." Kurt blurted. "No one ever cared before what Karofsky did to me, why would they care now?"
He heard Sam take a deep breath before he answered. "Because we're going to make them care. Kurt, you're a human being. You have rights, and Karofsky can't treat you like his own personal punching bag. I won't let him. And we have witnesses now, people that saw...what happened. Even if the judge is some ultra-conserative gay-hater, he can't do anything but reinforce the law."
Kurt wondered if this speech had come from somewhere else. It sounded way to rational for Sam to have thought of. "I'm just..."
"I know. Me too. But we're in this together, remember? Two against the world." He could practically feel Sam's smile from the other end of the phone, and he wished he was with him so he could see it.
Kurt sniffed. His tears were done now, and the panic was leaving him. "Planet Terror.**" He said quietly, and Sam laughed.
"I won't if you come right now." Finn said, backing away from Kurt.
"Oh Finn, it doesn't work like that. You gotta have a little finesse." Sam said, jumping off the bed.
"What?" Finn said.
*That's Finn just getting what Sam said.
**"Two against the world" is from the movie Planet Terror.