Chapter 13:
"I have to warn Dave!" Kurt sobbed. "Oh crap, my phone's dead. Do you have yours, Britt?"
Brittany shook her head. "I lost it." She looked down, ashamed. "Don't worry, Kurt. We'll think of something." She brought a hand up to her temple, and felt the bobby pin holding her hair in place. "Hmmm..."
Meanwhile, Blaine and Trent lead the Warblers down Dave's street, baseball bats and two-by-fours in hand. They sang merrily as they marched, Blaine in the lead as always.
No one mourns the wicked
No one cries, they won't return
No one lays a lily on their grave
The good man scorns the wicked
Through their lives, our children learn
What we miss, when we misbehave
They came to a stop in front of the grand house. Blaine stepped forward in the street and screeched his solo.
And Goodness knows
The Wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows
The Wicked die alone!
Dave paced in the living room, waiting for Kurt's return. I knew it! I knew it was foolish to get my hopes up. Maybe it would've been better if he'd never come here. An ear-splitting noise from outside caught his attention. That can't be Kurt singing- he can actually hit those high notes.
Dave pulled aside the curtain just a bit. A crowd of menacing boys in private-school uniforms was advancing on his house. So, this is how I'm going to die. Beaten to death by some nutso choir-boys. Depression weighing heavy in his chest, Dave opened the front door, steeling himself to meet his attackers.
"Now, boys. Just like we rehearsed." Blaine instructed, eerily calm.
"I've got it!" Brittany shouted, hearing a 'click' as she turned the bobby pin in the lock. The door swung open, Kurt and Brittany tumbling into the hallway. They scrambled to their feet and ran towards the elevator.
Back in Dave's front yard, the fight had turned ugly. Dave was now faced with the Warblers' seething, bushy-browed leader. Blaine shoved the larger boy to the ground and laughed maniacally.
"Get up!" he bellowed, smacking his baseball bat into Dave's shin. Dave wailed in pain, and Blaine chuckled. "What's the matter, Beast? Too 'kind and gentle' to fight back?"
What have I got left to fight for? Dave thought bitterly. It was getting late, and Kurt still wasn't back.
"NO!" As if on cue, the sound of Kurt's voice rang through the air. "No! Blaine, don't!"
"Kurt." Dave rasped. He jumped to his feet, hissing in pain from his injured leg. Blaine swung his bat at him, but Dave caught one end. The shorter boy grabbed at the other, baring his teeth.
"Are you in love with him, Karofsky? Did you honestly think he'd want you, when he had someone like ME?" He managed to pry the bat from Dave's hands, and swung it against his jaw. "It's over, Dave! Kurt is MINE!"
Dave's vision turned red, and he picked Blaine up by his neck with one large hand.
"Dave!" Kurt ran up to them, panting and almost doubled over.
"Kurt!" Dave dropped Blaine onto the ground, and grabbed hold of Kurt before he collapsed.
The whirring of a police siren jostled Blaine's concentration. "Shit! Pack it up, boys!" he called to his schoolmates, sounding panicked.
"You...came back..." Remembering his leg, Dave fell to the ground, pulling Kurt with him.
Kurt placed his hands on the jock's face, and stared into his hazel eyes. "Of course I came back..oh Dave, this is my fault! If only I'd gotten here sooner!"
Dave's vision swirled. "M-maybe it's better this way.." he rasped, getting progressively weaker.
"Don't talk like that!" Kurt shouted. "You'll be all right. We're together now, everything's going to be fine.."
"At...at least I got to see you...one last time" Dave said, his eyes closing.
Kurt brought Dave's hand to his face. He felt the jock caress his face for a moment, then the hand dropped weakly. Kurt's hands flew to his mouth, and he bent over the larger boy.
"NO!" He sobbed. "No, please! You can't leave me!" Kurt's voice lowered to a whisper as he held an unconscious Dave in his arms. "I love you."
Dave opened his eyes. "I love you too, Kurt" he said with a soft smile. His eyes fell closed once more, just as an ambulance arrived.