Holding Kurt's hair back was the sweetest thing Dave will ever do.

"You caught me at a bad time," finally, the puking stops, "you're awful."

"I love you."

Kurt erupts more bile from his mouth and that's when he learned that him and alcohol aren't compatible. He swears after this day, no matter what, he's not going to drink – at least in excessive. But, it didn't help that Dave was flirting with him while his nauseated stomach was ejecting his lunch and dinner.

But Dave was just acting nice. He's pissed at Fancy, too pissed. He should be losing his virginity to a hot, redheaded and frisky volleyball player. He was going to wash his face off and wash his mouth with the leftover Listerine sitting on the counter but he found the little fag curled up in fetal position on the floor. Damn Kurt. Damn him to hell where that faggot belongs. And Dave's being careful – he's not yanking out Kurt's silky hair because his unstoppable rage. Instead, he's caressing it, enjoying that his fingers are entwined with his locks. "Hey Fancy – why are you such a pussy when it comes to drinking booze? God damn. I can tell that you're a gagger."

Oh, how Kurt loved Dave's blatant sexual harassment.

That was obvious sarcasm.

"Stop stalking me."

"Hey. Fags and queers aren't allowed to be at this party. Why are you here? And you're letting me do this so shut the hell up."

"I don't owe you an explanation," Kurt grumbled, sounding a bit slurred, "all you need to know is that I'm going home and I swear to god, if you touch me anymore I'll tell."

Dave removed his hands off of him. "Oh, no you won't. You do what I say Hummel and none of us will get hurt," it's a threat butit's also a plea. If Kurt runs his mouth tonight, Dave will die of humiliation. He swears to the brutal God. "Don't tell anyone. You don't know what the hell you're saying, you're drunk. You're confused and drunk."

Kurt thinks about it. "I'm not. Because we all know that acting like a sociopathic jerk isn't going to get you anywhere. And I need to tell someone because we're both going to end up getting hurt. Especially you."

"You can't tell anyone and you know why? You're a damn slut and I own every piece of you and you do what I say," Dave's voice continues to grow more fierceness, "you're confused and you're drunk. Do you even have a clue what the hell you're saying? You don't. You're drunk and no one will believe you if you go downstairs. Not even your stupid brother." And Dave glares at the smaller boy stabbing dangers into him. He softly continues to pat his head and he moves on to cradle his warm and crimson face.

Dave already lost Kurt once and he's not going to let go of him again. He whispers all sorts of nasty things into Kurt's ears, nothing that's worth repeating because of how vile it is. And Kurt can't take it anymore.

Kurt thinks...

Kurt feels...

Kurt wants to...

Aw, screw it. He can't keep it bottled up anymore. When he arrived at the party, he shouldn't be afraid of seeing red letterman jackets, he shouldn't be afraid of the name 'McKinley' being tossed around and goddamn.

And maybe that's true. His mind was a bit distorted and everything seem like one big blur when he looked around. It was just a few cups of spiked punch and Kurt had a ride with Finn anyway. It was a stupid party anyway and the soprano kept telling Finn that there are no other gay guys at McKinley he could hook up with tonight. Sometimes, Kurt actually thinks that Finn isn't acting dumb but he's actually dumb. Ouch. It's harsh but true. Bless Finn's naïve heart.

Kurt slaps the heavy hand from his hair and gets Dave's grasp away from his face. "You had your chance," Kurt stumble to get back up – and oh shit. Oh shit. Hummel was not to about to run his dirty mouth and ruin everything for Dave. It was impulse, maybe due to habit, but Dave rushes over to him and grabs his wrist. Dave tugs at Kurt's arm hard enough to yank it out of it's delicate sockets. It was hard to do all of that because the bathroom was pretty small that was...oddly pink with ducks covering it. "Let go of me Dave. Let go of me now."

"Why the fuck would you tell now?" He's trying to be nice, he's trying to be nice, he will not claw out Kurt's beautiful green eyes, he will not disfigure him, he will not strangle him so his trilling voice wouldn't sing another lie again. "You're great at keeping secrets. Dammit Kurt, don't ruin this for me. You're feeling shitty right now. Don't tell. Don't tell. You don't seem to remember how I'll kill you if you ever tell anyone. You aren't going to tell anyone how you kissed me and made moves on me. You aren't thinking." And Dave's tough guy guard was shitting down and no – oh no, this is just wrath that's boiling throughout his thick veins and damn. He's confused too.

But no. Kurt, even though he was close to being drunk, was aware of his surroundings. He knew what was happening around him. "I'll yell, Karofsky. Stop following me around and stop accusing me of trying to molest you every day," Kurt's feeling angry to and he's fed up. He's fed up with everyone around him and any second now, he's going to explode, "you're going to let go of my damn wrists or else I'm going to tell everyone!" And maybe Dave's right, he doesn't know what he's even thinking but he's thinking right. What would happen if he doesn't tell? It's just going to get worse and worse.

"No you're not!" Dave's voice slammed.

Kurt bit down on his bottom lip and smirked. He manages to get out of Dave's strong grip, "watch me, you bastard."

Oh.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He couldn't. He wouldn't. No.

Look at what you made him done.

He punched – no, smacked, no, no, pounded a fist square in the boy's jaw and another fist swung against his porcelain face and no, no, damn, he doesn't know what he's doing because he would rather kill Kurt than let anyone know how badly he wants to do Kurt. Was it really that wrong for Dave to defend himself against a boy who made him question who he is? This is supposed to be his happiest years of his of his pitiful life and Kurt wasn't going to ruin it. So when he slams Kurt against the wall and throws another punch at him it means nothing because it's justified. It's justified because Kurt's a faggy life-ruiner who deserved everything that he was asking for. The beast ignores all of Kurt's calls to stop because he doesn't know how to stop. He enjoys seeing his tears as he breaks that stupid homo.

And the music is too loud for anyone to realize the loud 'thump' as Kurt collapses straight to the ground. And he actually crashes and the sound is pleasant to Dave's ears.

Why didn't he put up a fight?

He's not dead yet because he's still breathing but its heavy pants. And that sissy started crying. Yes, he's actually crying. And Dave doesn't feel too much remorse. He's glad that he beat the thought of ratting him out the homo. But maybe this was good – he really show who the hell was dominant around here and he's serious about killing him no. "Don't tell anyone. And don't tell anyone that just happened. You fell. You fell because you were drinking and it's all your fault. Because you're irresponsible and don't know how to deal with your own problems."

And oh god.

This is abuse.

But Dave thinks he did it out of love.

He's putting words into Kurt's mind and after being tricked by this imbecile so many times, he doesn't know if he should believe Dave's words or not. He's not really an irresponsible drunk who couldn't deal with his problems, was he? He does a self-check, and he's...alright. A bit wobbly and numb at his face, sure, you would be too. It actually hurts to cry because it stings at his eyes that were bruised.

"How are you feeling, Kurt Hummel?" Kurt looks up and he tries to hold the rest of his tears back in. "I asked you a question princess. How are you feeling, Hummel? Are you feeling okay? Fine? I hope you are because you sure look like it."

"...Fine." Kurt doesn't know what he looks like it but he wants to avoid seeing himself. "I'm fine." He feels like he needs to puke more bile and acid out of his tense and anxious stomach but he manages to swallow it back down. It's bitter and disgusting but he's already made a huge mess. "I'm fine."

And Kurt finally pieces it together.

If Blaine didn't have a boyfriend, he wouldn't have gone to the party. He wouldn't have drank the oh-so-delicious spiked punch, he wouldn't have confronted the fiend, and he wouldn't have been hit and mauled at. The dominos were slowly falling and crashing down one by and one and...

The real Kurt wouldn't have allowed him to do this. The real Kurt wouldn't have came to the dumb party in the first place. The first time the oaf of a jock called his house, the real Kurt would have told him to back off because that stupid oaf would be working for him one day. And the real Kurt would have told Mercedes all about it and Mercedes would cheer him up for standing up against him. And lastly, he would have asked Blaine about his secretive boyfriend instead of acting like a hopeless romantic. He wishes he could go back in time to fix all of these things but is it really his fault? Is it fault that he didn't have enough courage to stand up for himself like he was supposed to?

"And make sure you pick up your phone. I'm sick of having to call you ever day and not get a response. It sucks," Dave feels some power over the boy and it feels great. Ultimate almost. He kneels down next to the broken by and Jesus Christ, this is just perfect. "I hope I'm not scaring you too much."

That's an understatement, Kurt wanted to utter but he couldn't speak up. His voice was definitely there but it was hoarse and petrified. Dave strokes Kurt's hair back and maybe he is a monster. It's painful to know that he's enjoying all of this and Kurt wonders if Dave has a soul or not. It's impossible for the beast to have one after the assault he had and Kurt had ever chance to run and tell if he wanted to.

"Da-Dave...," there's something straining against his voice and he tries to fish the lump out of his throat. "Karofsky. What did I do? What did I do to deserve any of this?"

Dave doesn't respond back because he's too busy helping Kurt back up. Remember, he's trying to act nice and that act of rampage was a spur of the moment. "I'll take you home. You don't want anyone seeing you like this, princess."

"I have to tell Finn though."

What did he just say? Why didn't he run as fast as he can?

"Screw Finn," Dave scoffed. "Let's go. I don't want people seeing us."

Kurt doesn't like that.

Us.

They were never an us.

...

Kurt doesn't know why he's trusting Dave with taking him back home. Maybe it was for his safety. Maybe it was because if he resist him anymore, he would have both of his legs broken (it sounds silly, but at the rate Dave was going, he would snap off Kurt's legs for denying a car ride home). He barely says anything on the ride back and Kurt's trying to get his mind off of all of this. First off, he's actually riding in an old truck that's doom to break down any day (of course Kurt would know). Second off, maybe it wasn't the best idea to give Dave his address. He could sneak back and murder everyone in his household.

And third off, he's...trusting him with the task of taking him home in an old truck to piece it together. Everything is so surreal and unrealistic and Kurt hopes that he wakes up and everything is okay. Because right now, he's shaking violently and he's about to throw another fit. Not an angry one, but a nervous breakdown that was going to send him straight to some sort of hospital. The pressure's too much and it feels like this dumb car. Any minute, any day, any month if they never receive any help, they were going to break down.

But whole car ride was uncomfortable and he's not sure if Dave is going to crush the damn truck into a tree on purpose. He's an unpredictable jerk and with him, anything can happen.

But tonight was a mistake. You don't think straight when you're down, beaten up, and had a few drinks.

And he feels the heat blasting on his cold skin and Dave turned to him at the stoplight. "Why are you so cold, Hummel? I know it's eleven degrees out right now but you're coat is thick as hell."

He doesn't want to respond. The only thing he has to offer as a response is a painful grimace but his face is turned to the window watching the scenery fly by.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry for beating you up. I. I have anger issues," again, another understatement, "everything built up and that was the only way I could get it out. So I'm sorry for that nasty black eye. If it's fair, my dad used to hit my mom – my life was pretty screwed up. He was an alcoholic too and my mom was pretty much useless. But whenever I do something wrong now – like pass the puck to the wrong team – all I have to say is,'my dad was an alcoholic and I used to step on broken glass pieces everyday. Suck on it.' I don't actually say it but I say it in my mind. It's funny."

Dave's sense of humor was morbid and twisted.

"As soon as I drop you off, I'm driving off. Remember that," Dave turns on the radio and turns to a random station. The song was relaxing and it calmed Kurt down a bit. "I don't really like the guy because he speaks too fast. The song reminds me of you. Actually. Not really. I'm just trying to keep up a conversation and the moon is out right now."

Kurt wants to correct Dave and comment that this song is about romance and comparing the moon to a lover or something. Depends on your interpretation, but the poor boy doesn't dare to think of Dave as the singer while he's the world. This song wasn't abusive and it wasn't harsh and depraved. It was sweet, it was perfect, it was soothing to the ears.

"This radio station actually sucks. I just like the song they're playing. All they play is Lady stupid Gaga."

"She's not stupid," and, how dare he speaks up at a time like this, "she's a genius."

"Shut up Fancy, I didn't say she was stupid. I implied it," argh, get him out right now. Kurt wants to run home and wash douse himself in water. "But, uh. Make sure you call me back tomorrow. Did you tell your brother I was dropping you off?" Yes, he did, but he's not going to talk about Finn. Finn wasn't hurt, Finn's probably trying to look for Kurt at the moment.

"Why are you acting nice to me."

"Excuse me?"

"Why are you acting nice to me," Kurt hoarsely repeats. "You called me a slut an hour ago. And how I was a gagger. And then you beat me up for wanting to stand up for myself. My face hurts, Karofsky. I don't really care if your dad used to hit your mom or not at this point. I don't believe you because you're acting like a jackass just to be a jackass. Why would I ever believe that something like –"

Dave tightens the grip on the wheel. "Don't question me."

Kurt shuts up.

The rest of the car ride was silent and it take longer to drop Kurt off because Dave got lost – purposely. Mostly, he was trying to strike up a conversation with Kurt and maybe he is a lost cost. When Dave finally got there, he tries not to remember the address – he rips up the sheet of paper Kurt wrote the address on and the boy stares at his tormentor.

"I'm sorry."

"Karofsky, you are aware that your instability of your personality is very preposterous, right?" Dave snickers because he can't stop staring at Kurt's black eye and his dark red lips. It looks like he might have busted it. By accident.

"Get out of my car, you pretentious fag," he winks at the boy with a weird smile. He drives off as fast he could and blast his radio up high.

Today was pretty successful.

an/ meh, not a real fan of this chapter. i guess i'm trying to rush things.

oh, and i'm pretty sure this where the 'slight klaine' will start to kick in. P: it's pretty hard for me to write klaine since i'm trying to learn to love it. ohok.