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Full title: ' Silly Nightmares, Reality is the True Scare.'
Despite how wrong people thought bullying was, they didn't seem to do much about it. In fact, it seemed to put you on top; it made you a force to be reckoned with. A sheer, brute force. McKinley was one of those schools that were willing to look the other way, simply ignoring that anything wrong was going on. Principal Figgins failed to realize anything was wrong on a daily basis. Karofsky was pretty sure that Figgins wouldn't even notice if he started to raise a monkey under his desk and than taught that monkey how to hack into a computer. Then if that monkey was secretly a genius, uncovered government secrets through Figgin's computer, and took over the world... their oblivious principal still wouldn't notice anything was wrong in the world. At least until he was being fired and replaced by a monkey and they were all living in the fucking Planet of the Apes movie. Wait a second. Are apes monkeys?
"David Karofsky, wake up." Thankfully he had opened his eyes before speaking because Ms. Bishop definitely wasn't the mom he had been prepared to tell to go away. It took him a second to realize what was going on, but when he did, he really wished he was dreaming. He was sitting in Biology class and everyone was staring at him. Kind of like a nightmare actually, but he did thankfully have his pants on. He believed so at least, he wasn't going to look down to check.
Normally, sleeping in class wasn't tolerated too well, but along with most things it was overlooked. Most teachers gave you a reason to hate them as though they thrived on hate, but they did at least allow you to bend the rules occasionally. Ms. Bishop looked like she wasn't going to say anything further and walked back to the front of the class, where the eyes slowly followed her back. Not because they were eager to learn, but the teacher wasn't too hard on the eyes either, or so people said.
Putting on the appearance that he didn't give a fuck that he was caught sleeping in class was easy enough, but in reality he didn't like it. There was always something just a bit awkward about knowing that about three dozen people were looking at you sleeping, a time where you couldn't quite control your actions or feel in command. Nobody had dared comment on it however, because you just didn't make fun of David Karofsky.
It turned out that Ms. Bishop had been telling the class about Darwin's theory of evolution and the class had started a discussion about monkeys. Even though that had basically been the whole lesson, Karofsky hadn't been paying attention since the beginning and had eventually dozed off from exhaustion. He hadn't slept well last night and he was becoming unsure of what was a dream and what was reality. That explained the monkey thoughts, but that didn't explain…the other thoughts. Why was he having a conscience all of a sudden?
The truth was Karofsky had always wondered if what he did was right. He knew the phrase 'put yourself in the other person's shoe's' well enough, but it always led him thinking to actual shoes in the end. That person… he had so many of them, different fashions, and they seemed so small… he would never be caught dead wearing any of those gaudy things, and he would be confused having that many to choose from.
Karofsky almost hopped up out of his seat, startled as he heard the bell ring. It was already the end of sixth period and he had successfully dazed off through the entirety of another class. At one time this had been pretty awesome, Azimio being in this class with him, but today it was just kind of unfortunate. Obviously they sat right next to each other, but today you wouldn't have known it from how dreadfully quiet he was being. Azimio was staring at him, but that was it. He didn't say anything, simply got up to go.
When he had walked away the day before instead of continuing to his house, Azimio had apparently considered that to be the wrong choice. What the hell… was he ignoring him now because of it? He thought Azimio had understood he was having a bad day, but apparently that just wasn't how it was going to work. He was tempted to sigh, but he didn't. He was temped to slump out of class, but he didn't, because that wasn't what Dave Karofsky did. He stood up straight and held an authority.
It was the end of the school… time for practice and then home free. He would have made it through this day without incident. Karofsky would have honestly made it though this day without pushing Kurt Hummel into a locker or bringing harm to him. He completely would have if Kurt Hummel wasn't walking his way right now, right in the path to the locker room.
Normally Karofsky hung out a bit after school before getting ready for practice, everyone did, but he was so eager to get it over with that he was making a beeline straight for the place. He had even put it into consideration to just grab his stuff and leave.
Always careful not to let his true emotions really shine through, Karofsky kept up that angry look on his face that probably made him look uglier, but he didn't care. He wasn't even sure his face could form an expression to match his current feeling as he came upon Hummel smiling stupidly at his phone. It wasn't even a 'I am as unhappy as shit, you can't be happy!' kind of feeling. It was more… a 'who made him smile like that?' Karofsky had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he was sure his feet were carrying him faster and faster until he was there and literally punching the phone out of Kurt's hand. For good measure, and possibly stress relief, he also made sure to push him back against the locker and stare him down. Kurt probably wasn't going to follow him, he never did.
Turning around and walking away from the person you've just bullied was probably the easy part. Getting away from the looks of terror and disgust. Out of the corner of his eye he had even noticed a girl whom was obviously repulsed by his actions, but like everyone else wasn't going to do a thing.
"HEEEY!" Angry, but undeniably his voice. Kurt was following him. Karofsky tried his best to ignore him as he walked speedily to the locker room and tried not to think about him… or how his voice sounded odd angry and it shouldn't be allowed.
Making it to the locker room was one thing, but keeping Kurt out of it was impossible. It wasn't like he could barricade the door in a matter of seconds or at all really. Almost a second after he made it, Kurt was in there too, yelling at him. His dad was a pretty calm person, but on the occasions he did yell it was pretty scary. This just so happened to be worse than even that.
It was funny, he hardly heard the words that came out of his mouth but every single thing that came out of Kurt's impacted him as though he were smashing boulders on his head.
"Well, guess what Hamhock? You are not my type!" It was hard to keep cool with Kurt Hummel literally yelling in his face, and though he tried his best to counteract what Kurt was saying, he knew nothing he had said had as much of effect as these words had on him.
"That right?"
"Yeah, I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty!" That was the prime insult; not the words necessarily, though those had got to him pretty bad. What got to him the most was that it was Kurt saying them, saying them to fortify his prior words that he wasn't his type. Karofsky felt something kind of snap, and was hoping desperately that this was just some kind of nightmare. Though horrible, at least he would be able to wake from it.
Everything after that was basically a blur. He was warning Hummel, holding up his fist possibly. Hummel was yelling back at him, a big word he didn't understand, and he was daring Karofsky to hit him. Hummel was telling him how ordinary he was… and he couldn't have explained what inspired his next actions, but instead of his fist flying forward, his lips did.
It was almost a nightmare turned into a dream, the second he felt Kurt Hummel's lips pressed against his own. He hadn't realized it, but this was what he wanted all along. Desperately, to feel those soft, plush lips against his own. That soft, porcelain face beneath his fingers. He just wanted him, and he didn't have time to even comprehend how wrong that was as he ran out of breath. He pulled away for air, but not for long. He instantly leaned in to kiss him again, his own selfish desire, only to be pushed back and looked at with a face that would haunt his true nightmares. Karofsky could only watch as Kurt backed away slowly, but he knew in that second that this was neither nightmare nor dream. It was something far worse: reality.
Frustration hit him instantaneously and the only thing he could think was to get out of there. Forget his stuff, forget practice, forget Hummel. Karofsky left as quickly as he could without being conspicuous, his heart racing a thousand beats per second. The battle to calm down his heart rate was almost nothing compared to his battle to keep back tears. David Karofsky wasn't going to cry however, it just wasn't what he did.
Driving extremely upset was almost the equivalent of drunk driving. Karofsky was driving like a straight up maniac and the general public was lucky he didn't go through with his temptation to play bumper cars with them.
"Hm? Dave honey? You're home already- wait! Dave, come back here! What's wrong?" Karofsky had stormed right in the door, right past his mom, right up those stairs and right into his room. He loved his mom and all but he wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody. Unlike Kurt, Karofsky had expected his mom to follow him. It was why he locked the door. So he could lie face down against his bed again in peace.
"David! Open this door dammit, I know something's up. Talk to me! David!" Peace isn't so easily gained. His mom was extremely persistent; he had to give her that. She stayed there yelling for a while, and he was pretty sure she would have kicked the door down if it weren't for the fact she didn't want to ruin it. Everyone has to give up sometime however, and when that time came, Karofsky finally lifted up his head. His eyes appeared to be puffy and red and his face tear stained.
Slowly Karofsky sat up straight on his bed and wiped the tears away from his eyes. Karofsky caught sight of himself in the mirror and almost winced at his appearance. He looked absolutely dreadful. Instinctively he reached a hand to brush through his hair. Then hesitantly he pulled his shirt off to take in his appearance. Even though he appeared chubby with clothes on Karofsky was actually pretty fit. Still, Hummel's words were still ringing in his head. Chubby and bald. Chubby and bald! As though that were all he was to be.
No, he would aspire to be way more than that. Past high school, past cliques, past stereotypes, past Hummel. He had to change because the truth was no one had really gotten to experience the true David Karofsky, not even he himself had. The one that really did sigh, slouched, even cried. The David Karofsky that enjoyed singing, the guitar, chillaxin, and so much more that nobody knew. He was going to change. Slowly, sure. It would probably be unnoticeable at first, but it was going to happen and the first thing he was going to do was check that things were cool between him and Azimio.