The Reason- The Poster
Disclaimer: Do not own Glee. If I did it would be called the Kurt and Dave show :D
A/N: Thanks for the reviews and alerts. Hope you all are still enjoying the story. The song is in bold and italics. Runaway Train by Soul Asylum.
Dave has been gone two weeks.
Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
DK
He's tired, scared and hungry. Sitting in the cab of his truck, his only illumination coming from his radio light. He wants his mom. Stomach growling, he spent the last of his money on gas yesterday. His last meal was three days ago. Between driving around town applying for jobs, and at night trying to find someplace to sleep that a security guard wont run him off, he burns through his gas quickly. Silently wishing he had gotten a shit box for his first car, instead of this gas eater. Currently he's sitting behind some mom and pop restaurant. The smell of cooking food drifts through his half opened window, causing his mouth to water. He flips open his phone, as he starts entering his mom's number he sees someone bringing out a tub full of scraps. He looks between the half eaten food, and his phone. He closes the latter.
KH
It was Friday night dinner for the Hudson-Hummel family. This evening found them gathered in a booth at Breadstix. Kurt has told no one except Dave's mother about the disc. It was too personal. The Wednesday after Dave had left, Kurt had gotten up the courage to go to the Karofsky house. He needed to know if Dave was okay. He should have been able to leave it be. He had his was hoping to get rid of the nagging bit of worry and sadness. It didn't work. She hadn't heard from her son yet, but she was still hopeful. Dave just needed to calm down. He would call soon. At least that's what she thought. Exactly a week after he had visited Mrs, Karofsky he started seeing the posters. Everywhere he went there was Dave. Above his picture it said missing. Below it had a number, and when he was seen last.
So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Right about the time Dave was at his lowest, and digging through scraps to find something decent to sate his hunger, the Hummel-Hudson family was receiving their food. They were all subdued tonight. Dave had been there to greet them as they entered the restaurant. Burt had been angry the first time he had seen a poster. All he Saw as the boy who had bullied his son, and ruined his honeymoon. He didn't want Kurt to be reminded every time he left the house of his torment. Then he met Mrs Karofsky. Parent to parent, he couldn't deny the woman when she asked to put a poster in his shop. She had confided in Burt, what had really happened that night . She complimented him on what a kind son he has, and asked him to thank Kurt again for inquiring about Dave. When he came home that night, he had questioned Kurt, and found out that Dave had apologized, but Kurt was still holding something back. He let it be.
Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train
Everything cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it
DK
He almost got away with the keeping the illusion of his dignity. He found a few pieces of almost fresh bread, with a half eaten hamburger patty. Telling himself the whole time it wasn't that bad. Just tear off the parts that had teeth marks. Bringing the half eaten meat to his mouth, he jumps as a deep voice says, " Kid, don't eat that."
KH
The car ride was quiet on the way home. Usually they would watch some TV together or even play a board game, tonight everybody turned in early. Kurt went to his room, and began his nightly skin care routine. When he was done he began his other bedtime ritual. The disc was already in his laptop. Climbing into bed he puts in his ear buds, and turns on his side to face the screen, Dave is there again.
Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain
A/N : For those following Fubar, I should have the rest of it up for sure tomorrow. Sorry this story is so sad. I like happy endings in my fiction though. Real life sucks enough on it's own. Also I ship Karomel/Kurtofsky if you haven't figured that out already. I don't dislike Blaine, I just like Dave's story better, or at least the ones in my head. Night all.