A/N: Hi guys! Okay so, I would like to sincerely apologize for my lack of an update. This past week and a half was exams at my school, and I'm switching my major for next semester so I had to deal with that. Anywho, here I am! Like I said, this is no where near canon. So, don't get to shocked by Blaine's relationship with his dad. Or his mom. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and don't kill me for waiting this long.
Warnings: Same as Chapter 1, there is some violence and very light gore in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee
Kurt barely made it five minutes away from the Lima Bean before his phone began buzzing. He dug it out of his pocket at the next red light, and smirked when he saw Blaine's name on the screen. Letting the phone flop down onto the passenger seat, Kurt turned a corner and drove the few miles home. Passing through other neighborhoods in hopes of delaying his arrival, Kurt saw a rather large figure in the distance. He was to far away to make the person out but, he could see the distinct red and white pattern of the McKinley letterman jacket. They aren't hard to spot, espeacially when you have your own hanging up in the back of your closet.
Driving closer, Kurt squinted his eyes and was immediantly able to recognize who it was. Dave fucking Karofsky. He was walking along the sidewalk, with his hands shoved in his pockets and his head down. A growl rumbled through Kurts body, and at that moment he couldn't tell who it came from. Both Kurt and him were furious.
Slowing the car down, Kurt followed Karofsky for a few blocks. Makeing sure he was a little ways behind him. The jock was either too dense or too lost in his own thoughts to notice the car that was obviously trailng him. The road they were traveling on soon become nothing but farm land. No houses could be seen, and even the animals had migrated away. Karofsky took something, probably a phone, out of his pocket. He kicked the ground and crossed the street, without looking both ways.
"Didn't his mother ever teach him how to cross the road? She wouldn't want him to get...hit." Kurts foot stomped down on the gas pedal before he could think twice about it and he rammed his car into Karofsky. The jock rolled up onto his hood, bounced over the top, and landed with a thud on the ground behind him. From inside the car, Kurt heard and felt every bounce of Karofsky's body on the exterior. As soon as he heard the sickening, yet amusing, smack of a large body against the gravel road, Kurt hopped out of his car. He looked at the damage to his baby, just a few dents and scratches that he could easily fix, and he made his way to the back of the car. On the ground laid Karofsky, who was moaning and groaning in pain. His arm was twisted behind him, and his legs were twitching. His face was scratched and bruised, and little pieces of rock wedged their way inside the wounds. His ribs were probably shattered, and blood was leaking from his mouth and nose. His eyes were screwed closed in pain and, a few tears leaked down. The salty water mixed with the blood and dripped off of his face.
A normal person would be frightened about the fact that they just knowingly hit someone with their car. A normal person would help the victim up from the ground, brush them off, and call 911. A normal person would be crying, or frozen in shock from their actions. A normal person would mutter 'I'm Sorry' over and over again. A normal person, would crumble in on themselves and try to repress the image of a mangled body. But, you see, Kurt wasn't normal.
Kurt has been living with a dark cloud inside his body for years, a cloud that never shut the fuck up. A cloud that constantly filled Kurt's mind with images of pain, blood, death, and lust. Kurt can't remember the last time he had a dream that didn't involve him causing some form of pain to a person. And, although he's tried his best to ignore it, Kurt can't deny that he loves the thrill. After Karofsky pushed him over the edge, and Kurt was able to use his own strength for once, he realized how wonderful and exhilerating it was. He's finally grown a spine, and he can fucking move out or start paying rent.
"It's nice to see I've rubbed off on you."
Kurt stared down at Karofsky's body, examining every mark and wound. Kicking a cloud of dust over Karofsky's head and spitting on his face, Kurt began waiting for him to respond. Karofsky coughed out the dust and whined in pain, yep his ribs are definately broken, and reached up slowly to wipe the moisture and blood from his forhead. His eyes slowly opened, and turned dark with anger once his gaze landed on Kurt.
"What the fuck, Hummel?" He croaked out, moaning again at the pain talking caused. "You better run, you little fag"
Kurt chuckled at Karofsky's attempt to scare him. "Run? What are you going to do? You can barely lift your hand without hissing. Let alone get up and actually sound threatening. Besides, we need to have a little talk."
"You're fucking crazy." Kurt smiled sweetly down at Karofsky, who was still trying to wipe dust and gravel out of his eyes.
"Probably. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about. It's come to my attention from...recent events, that you are so far in the closet you're wearing your mothers lingerie."
"What are you talking about Hummel? You kissed me!"
"He is a sad little boy...I almost feel sorry for him...almost."
"Oh, so that's what you're telling yourself?" Kurt chuckled as he took a step towards Karofsky, who flinched as best he could. He could smell the fear and denial rolling off of him, and Kurt enjoyed it. Far more than he should. "Listen, I'd love to stay here and throw you a coming out party but, obviously I'd be wasting my breathe. Can't say I didn't try though." Kurt turned around and walked back to the drivers side of his navigator.
"Wait! Hummel, you can't just leave me here!"
"Actually I can, and I will. You have a cellphone, after being out here for a few hours you'll look past the pain of your broken fingers." Kurt said, as he hopped into his car. Putting the keys in the ignition and turning the car around, he made sure to avoide Karofsky's body as best as possible. Stopping right next to his head. He leaned out of the window and looked down at him, "And, if you tell anyone about how you got in the way of my car, I'll rip your inards out." and with that, he drove off.
Blaine slumped against his car, his lips tingling and his knees shaking. Kurt had just ambushed him and, holy hell it was amazing. It took him a good minute to push himself off of the car door and actually get inside. The second he sat down, Blaine wipped out his phone and dialed Kurts number. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to say if Kurt picked up but, they definitely needed to discuss what just happened.
"Hi! You've reached the cellphone of Kurt Hummel..." Blaine listened to Kurt's voice message and eagerly awaited the beep. When it came, he took a big breath and started talking...well, rambling actually.
"Uh Hi! Hi Kurt...hi. So I uhm, I was wondering if uh you wanted to go out sometime...maybe. You know, and talk about everything. Oh it's uh, it's Blaine. Call me?" and with that, he hung up the phone. Sure the message came out a little, nervous, but you can't really blame him. Anyone would sound flustered in his situation. Right? Right.
Starting his car, Blaine drove back to Dalton. Not really paying attention to much, just hoping that his phone would start ringing.
"Cal-i-for-nia girls, we're undeniable!" Woah! That worked! Blaine shoved his hand into his pocket and grabbed his phone, not even bothering the look at the name on the screen. It had to be Kurt! Who else would call him? Kurt was probably driving when Blaine called, and didn't want to risk his saftey.
"Hello beautiful." That was smooth right? Better than the stuttery message he left a few minutes ago, maybe he could get Kurt to delete the message before listening to it.
"Well, I did get a haircut but, I didn't think you noticed. I guess you like it." Oh...oh shit, that's not Kurt.
"Dad! Uhm, hi! What uh, haha whats up!" Well, there went smooth Blaine.
"I was just calling to remind you about our little dinner party tomorrow." Blaine heard his dad chuckle on the other end of the phone "Did you want to bring someone?"
"No! Well...maybe. I don't know. I don't really know anything right now." Blaine sighed
"Well, you are perfectly welcome to bring a friend. Or, someone else. Just try to keep him away from your mother, we all know how she feels about you. I wouldn't want her claws to scare anyone away."
"Yeah, thanks dad. And, be nicer when you talk about her, she did kind of put me here."
"I know son, I know. Well, I have to go. Call me if you need anything, okay?"
"I will, love you dad."
"Love you too son." Blaine hung up his cell phone and parked his car near his dorm. Stepping out and making his way into the dormitories, Blaine thought about his fathers offer. Sure, his mother had been rather bitter since the whole divorce but she was always like that. Besides Kurt obviously liked him in some way, so wouldn't it be nice to invite him to the dinner party? They didn't have to go as boyfriends, just friends that were a little more physical than others.
Nodding and smiling at his fellow dorm mate and making his way up the stairs, Blaine pulled out his cell phone. Now, was it to early to call Kurt again?
Puck drove out of his driveway, and watched the sun set along the road he was following. His radio was turned up and his windows were rolled down. The orange and pink sky turned dark and only the moon and his headlights helped him see what was in front of him. Puck was on his way to fight club, and he was ready to bust some heads in. There was something about the violence that made him feel better about everything going on in his life, and in the world.
The fight club was held in a barn on the out skirts of Lima, near some abandoned farm land. And, like always, Puck followed the winding gravel road that emptied into the old Frentumeyer farms. While he was driving, and singing along to the radio, he saw a black lump in the road ahead. Usually he would've kept driving but, this thing fucking huge. Maybe a moose or something came out from the woods? Either way, Puck wasn't going to take his chances. Putting his car in park, he grabbed his cellphone and jumped out, making his way towards the figure on the ground.
As he got closer, he recognized the dusty amd tattered mess that was once a letterman jacket. Picking up his pace, Puck approached the figure and leaned down in front of it. He immediantly recognized the figure as Karofsky. His face was covered in scratches, dust, and gravel. The was blood all around his body and on his clothes.
"Shit! Karofsky, wake up!" Puck began shaking Karofsky's shoulder and shouting in his face, in an attempt to awaken him. A few minutes later, Karofsky's eyes opened, and he started coughing and whining from pain. "What the fuck happened to you man?"
Karofsky took a few more minutes to cough up the dust before he responded in a croaky voice, "Fucking Hummel hit me with his car and left."
"Hummel? As in princess Hummel?" Puck asked. He couldn't believe it, Hummel was to much of a fucking girl to do something like this.
"Yeah. Faggy Hummel hit me with his car, threatened me, and drove off."
"Why?" Puck asked. Hummel wouldn't just do this for fun, obviously Karofsky did something to him to provoke this. "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing man, I swear! Yesterday...yesterday he kissed me, so I pushed him off. He must've gotten pissed because I didn't turn homo for him." Puck couldn't wrap his head around all of this. Instead of asking more questions, Puck pulled out his cell phone.
"911 what's your emergency?"
Kurt laid down on his bed, and snuggled underneath the covers. Blaine called him again, and this time he answered. After listening to Blaine fumble over his words, Kurt was able to actually have a conversation with him. Saying yes to his dinner party invitation, they ironed out the details. Kurt would meet Blaine at Dalton after school, and form there they would go to his house. And, if they happened to stop for a quick frotting session in between, well he wouldn't complain.
"I'm very proud of you Kurt, you're doing well."
"Good, does this mean you'll leave now?" a dark laugh rumbled through his body.
"You're still learning Kurt, I can't leave you...yet." For the first time in years, Kurt didn't cry out when the claws scraped down his skin.
Yay! So, I hope you liked it, espeacially now that we have a little bit of the plot going.
Updates will probably be faster now that I'm on break until next year! (Yeah, it sounds longer when I say it like that...)
Thank you so much for reading.
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