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 (Battening down the hatches they get ready to ride out the on coming Plot). Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).
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Good Boy Kurt
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Those kind eyes gaze into mine and I manage not to scream by sheer force of will. David inherited most of his physical attributes from this man and also that quick flexible mind; they are the most alike of all the Karofskys.
Gabriel smirks at me, his angelic blonde blue-eyed combination hides the monster he truly is. Built like his dad he towers over me happy to intimidate anyone he can, he's not that smart but he is vicious and willing to do or take anything he wants from anyone weaker than him, which is nearly everybody.
Solomon has dark hair and eyes but is slender, unable to use his body to the same terrifying degree as his older brother he has turned to using his mind to destroy people around him, he's apparently very good at mental abuse, his wife may wear less bruises but she is just as broken as the rest of them.
Cain is another blonde but has dark eyes, he's even more well built than Gabriel or David, and he'd be as dangerous as Gabriel but he's dumber than an old sock and easily distracted.
If I had the choice of who to face I'd pick Cain, I could confuse him and maybe get away, but I'm facing all of them, luckily we are in public so they probably wont try anything, it doesn't stop my heart hammering in my chest.
Paul's eyes flick away from mine to look behind me, "Boys," he says softly, "It looks like the abomination that is your brother wants to greet you, why don't you go and say hi."
They laugh cruelly and head out at their father's order. I watch helplessly as they head towards David who is barrelling towards me, they intercept him stopping him, Gabriel standing in front of him, Solomon and Cain each to one side flanking him. My stomach drops, surely they wont fight here, will they?
"It really is a pity you're a boy," Paul says conversationally, his eyes seem unfocused and when he leans in I swear I can smell alcohol, but I know from David he never drinks. "You're so pretty, so fragile, such a sweet temptation put there for my son," shaking his head he continues, "a temptation he has fallen completely for. You would have made him the perfect little wife, I've heard all the stories about how you took care of your father, even found him a new bride and a more acceptable son. Why do you have to be an abomination?"
I've had people scream abuse at me, I've been bullied, harassed, tormented, but none of that is as scary as the quiet, calm hate this man holds for me. He lifts his right hand and I watch trembling as the realisation dawns that he is going to hit me.
As his hand lashes out palm open the world seems to slow down, I can hear David cry my name in the hushed silence of the hall, and I have just enough time to choose to duck out of the way or stand there. We're in a crowded hall, filled with parents, teachers, and pupils with video recording on their phones, all of which would make excellent witnesses of Paul's abusive behaviour and actions.
The crack of his hand smacking into me is loud in the hall, the power of the blow is enough I am lifted slightly off of my feet and I collapse to my right as I fall heavily to the floor. Momentarily stunned I lay there, the left side of my face strangely numb.
I can see David out of the corner of my eye as he bellows in rage and charges forward even as Solomon and Cain grab his arms and Gabriel swings his fist at his newly trapped brother. Twisting in their grip David uses them to steady himself as he launches his feet up to catch Gabriel in the chest, the blonde reels back and David breaks free of Solomon and takes advantage of his momentum to trip Cain onto his smaller brother taking them both out of the fight for a short while.
"Get up," Paul tells me. I briefly consider running, but then Paul would be free to enter the fray and David would have difficulty hitting his own father, I have to keep the man distracted.
David cherishes my spirit and fire, he encourages me to think for myself and he revels in the fact I willing submit to him, that I obey him because I want to. The other Karofskys break their wives, they smash and destroy that which makes their loves unique and bend them to their wills.
My first instinct is to throw the order back into the man's face, I don't bow down easily, none of the Neanderthals at this school ever got it, no one makes me do what I don't want to. And that is exactly what he will be expecting. He thinks David is weak because he's gay and he refused to beat his own mother up, he believes David to be unmanly because David doesn't use his fists to get his own way.
Knowing all this how can I keep Paul occupied? A plan starts to form, all I have to do is put on the best Oscar Nomination act of my life. Channelling my need to protect David into my plan I slowly get to my feet, carefully I force my body into a submissive pose and clasp my hands in front of me with my head bowed. I have to work at hiding my true feelings and my eyes will give me away I just need a few more minutes to bring them under control.
Apparently my plan works as Paul seems unsure for a moment and when he says, "Look at me," I have my face and eyes ready to present a calm submissive and above all effeminate and delicate appearance to him.
Startled the man studies me for any hint or sign that I am not truly submissive. When he leans back I stifle my sigh of relief. For now Paul is too busy with me to bother with David, and I can only hope the sounds behind me of flesh hitting flesh means David is putting up such a ferocious fight the others will give up. He told me he had never really let rip on them before, he'd always held back, even if it meant he got a beating, he didn't want them to know how good he really was, he wanted it to be a total surprise in case he desperately needed an edge one day.
"It's been a few months since we last met Kurt," Paul says watching me like a hawk.
"Yes sir," I reply respectfully.
Narrowing his eyes he asks, "So I hear you left your father's household and you are now living with David, how is that working out for you both?"
"It took a little time to adjust to sir, but we seem to have settled down nicely," I tell him, "Thank you for asking."
"Hmm, so that means you are living in sin then," he pounces.
Damn, then I know how to get out of the trap he's sprung, "We are currently engaged sir, and David plans for us to get married when we have finished college. We are both a little young to jump into something so serious and important as marriage." His eyes automatically drop to my left hand, lifting it slightly so he can see it I say, "David picked the ring out, it really is beautiful, I'm very lucky to have him in my life and I hope to make him a good life partner."
Off balance he hesitates and then it seems curiosity wins out, "And David? How is he doing?"
"Very well sir," I tell him, "His grades are nearly all A's, he's on both the Hockey and Football teams, which you probably saw tonight is firmly on the path to winning the Championship again. This should mean he will be offered a good scholarship to play for a college." I am careful not to volunteer anything more.
Strangely Paul looks pleased at that information, considering he called David an abomination he's acting proud of him. Reaching out with a hand he cups my chin with very gentle fingers and tilts my face so he can see me at different angles. "I've always heard how strong willed you are Kurt," he says, "and David always did follow orders well."
The trap he's laid out is so obvious it makes me wonder if I'm missing something but I answer him, "Does he? He does give orders well, and he is very," I deliberately pause, "particular about how things should be."
A ghost of a smile flitters across the man's face, he's fallen for my inference that David beats me or at least dominates me with fear. "That's not something I thought my son would ever have the balls for," he mutters. "I'm hungry go and get me something to eat and drink," he orders.
Caught in my own plan I turn and walk slowly to the food table and just as I had for David I pick some bits and pieces out for Paul. Grabbing a cup of lemonade I bring it all back to the man and take a sneaky peek at David.
My sweet darling is holding his own and slips out of the flanking manoeuvre they try on him, a fist here and kick there and Gabriel goes down for a few moments freeing David to launch himself at Solomon with a flurry of blows. Cain looks confused and then lumbers forward as David drops the slimmer brother and begins to tackle Cain. The sheer level of unleashed violence is staggering and I struggle to keep my act up, wanting instead to throw up.
Everyone else is frozen shocked by the explosive events that have unfolded so fast in front of them; though I notice Jacob is filming everything. Here's hoping he caught Paul hitting me unprovoked and setting the three brothers on David. I know David has been trying to gather evidence to get his family locked up, it's hard to get admissible evidence as any witnesses are understandably terrified of the Karofskys.
Returning I offer up the lemonade and hold onto the plate so he has a hand free to eat. "Why none of the punch?" He asks me, not bothering to say thank you.
"Because it was spiked earlier, I know Coach Sylvester changed it but someone may have managed to get to it again," I tell him. He advocates no drinking or drugs, which makes the fact Gabriel is his favourite even more hypocritical as the son indulges regularly.
"Spiked?" He looks shocked, "But I've been drinking that," he says aghast.
Well that explains the alcohol on his breath and why he is acting more on his natural character defects. A slightly drunk Paul is going to make mistakes he wouldn't normally make, like hitting his son's boyfriend in public and letting the boys duke it out in school.
"Boys!" He yells out, "Cut it out and get over here, that includes you too David," he orders them. "I mean it, do not make me go over there."
Heavy footsteps, out of breath panting and I am surrounded by the brothers. David stands on my right and Cain on my left. Solomon is next to David followed by Gabriel, and I am grateful I am nowhere near him.
Their father is still using me as a plate holder and he makes a show of finishing and putting the empty cup on the plate. "Would you like anything else sir?" I politely enquire.
"What the fuck?" Gabriel says, "There's no way that little queer knows proper manners."
"Gabriel," Paul says in his dangerously quiet voice, "Hush, and watch your language. It seems your brother is far more of a man than we knew and Kurt has begun learning his proper place." It seems to impress Solomon and Cain, while Gabriel glares disbelievingly at me and I fake as much sereneness as I can.
David's face is carefully grumpy and has the scowl he uses to hide behind on, as I gaze up at him he lifts an eyebrow. Uh-oh I'm staring right at him, they might think I'm challenging him or something, bowing my head and dropping my gaze I give the most submissive body pose I can.
"Bro," Cain says awed, "I knew you had it in you somewhere you just had to find it." David just grunts noncommittally.
"It's just a pity it had to be a boy," Paul sighs. "Are you sure you're gay David? Kurt is very attractive and sweet but this could just be a phase you are going through. Have you tried not being gay?"
"Dad," David replies, "Believe me I tried not being gay, I don't know why I was born this way, it just the way I am."
"Well congratulations son on the engagement, I'm glad things are working out in your life, but you understand I can't announce this in church you are an abomination and headed for hell," Paul is so matter of fact about it, how can someone so intelligent be so dumb?
"Dudes congrats," Cain sounds happy and he even ruffles my hair, "I'm sure Kurt will make you a very good wife, I've heard stories about his cooking, is it as good as they say?"
"Err, yeah," David replies, "he cooks good. He likes looking after me and takes care of the house and stuff. He made stew at the weekend, and at Christmas he says he's gonna bake me cookies and brownies."
"What kind of cookies?" Solomon asks.
I can't believe I am standing here staring at my feet while they discuss the finer points of cookies. At least they have stopped fighting. David mentions the various types of cookies and Solomon groans at one point, "Seriously he can cook those ones? They're my favourites."
My desperate plan worked better than I could have hoped for, I just wanted to keep Paul away from David, and then he went and broke the fight up. If things can just stay peaceful I think they may leave and I can get some medical attention for David. We might make it out of here in one piece with only a few bruises, and people will have been able to see Paul and his other sons for what they really are.
Gabriel's left hand shoots out and grabs the top of my right arm painfully, he digs his fingers in hard and yanks me forward he says, "I can't believe you are even talking to this creature, welcoming a faggot into our family coz Davie's too fucking weak to resist a nice piece of ass," I can't help the pained cry as he drags me away from them. "Bro if you love anal that much grab a girl and train the bitch right, you seem to have the balls to make the Hummel kid obey you or maybe he just needed the right bit of cock to fuck his little whore…"
Yelling, "Get your fucking hands off my property you ignorant piece of shit," David thankfully interrupts the insult and marches towards us looking thunderous.
Using my arm to shake me back and forth Gabriel mocks, "This slut here? Oh I'm sorry Davie-Wavie I wouldn't want to damage your stuff," dropping my arm the man then backhands me across the face. His blow is harder than his father's and I am thrown off of my feet to land even more heavily on my right side.
Dazed I try and clear my head when a gentle hand touches my shoulder, "Don't try to move yet," Cain mummers quietly, completely drowned out by the screaming match going on between David and Gabriel. A hand appears in front of my face, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three," I say clearly but quietly.
Kneeling beside me the larger man watches me with eyes as penetrating as his father and I go cold inside, this isn't the look of an idiot, it's the calculating look I've seen on David's face when he lets his dumb jock mask drop. Stomach frozen in fear I stare up at him stunned at how good an actor he is to have hidden it for so long and so well, we've all seriously underestimated Cain.
He's noticed me noticing him and he says quietly, "Smart little thing aren't you," his finger runs along the new green collar I'm wearing and flicks the tag, "Property of David, now just how did my brother talk you into that, because there is no way in hell he'd beat you into submission, he's far too nice to do it that way."
Fearful and feeling like a deer caught in a hunter's sights I try and bluff, "I don't' know what you mean, David hasn't talked me into anything."
Dark eyes move closer, "Don't fucking lie to me, I'm really not stupid at all."
Heart beating so fast I think it's going to burst out of my chest at any moment I wonder how I'm going to get out of this one alive.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
No I'm not Christian bashing, be patient for a little while, I promise there's a nice twist coming…
Thank you for the many reviews and alerts. Sorry for the cliffhanger this one wasn't deliberate, I promise to update soon.