DISCLAIMER; I do not own glee.

My profound apologies for taking so long to update- but hey, I passed my driving test first time so I have a reason! (I'm ignoring the other reasons of insane coursework deadlines and the fact that I have seven AS modules to do.) Never the less, I said that I'd give you Karofsky vs Karofsky and here it is!

They both took a minute's pause after entering the cab.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Dave?" Rachel couldn't help but feel concerned, as from what she could gather, the Karofsky's were rather disdainful of homosexual people. She didn't feel exactly comfortable with the fact that she would be in their presence and she had a niggle in back of her mind that David's father wouldn't have any hesitation in regards to physical confrontation.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be Rachel," Dave inhaled deeply, trying to steel himself for what lay ahead. He was in no doubt that this could get ugly very quickly. Personally, he didn't really want Rachel there-mainly for her own safety. As soon as he had raised this concern however; Rachel had immediately squashed any notion that he had of flying solo. She stated that she was probably more equipped to defend herself than he was. Dave disagreed until Rachel showed him the various awards dedicated to her for achievements in the art of self-defence. (Her lifting him off the ground without much effort also helped convince him). He still could barely wrap his mind around the fact that she eagerly participated in a violent sport but she explained that, to her, it was an art form and that she should realise by now that she was very keen on the arts.

The drive to the house was made with idle chit chat, he appreciated Rachel's efforts to distract him from the task facing them, but he drew the line after eye spy- there was only so many times that one could spot a street light.

When they pulled up outside, Dave could do nothing to quell the feelings of inadequacy. Rachel's house was really picturesque, whereas his... Frankly it was a shit hole.
The grass was dry and lifeless, sparsely grown with patches scattered infrequently. The roof was missing numerous tiles and just looked dilapidated. There were thick coats of dirt lining - what could only be assumed to be - originally white window sills. The windows themselves were yellowing and cracked; the screen door was tattered and hanging off at the hinges- he was ignoring the flaking paint from the door itself.

Rachel noticed the tense energy coming from the boy. She may suck at people skills but it was obvious even to her, that he was intimidated from the wealth that was evident throughout her home. She awkwardly rubbed his arm, aiming to soothe him.
Dave looked over to her when he felt the small hand on his arm. He saw the gentle smile in the singer's face and timidly returned it.
"Let's do this." He stated, as he felt a new resolve forming within himself.

-/-

"Well that could have gone worse." Rachel said trying to be optimistic, whilst ignoring the throbbing pain in her cheek, and pulling away from the Karofsky residence. Dave turned and stared at her, "Or not... Um, is this one of those moments were it's best to remain silent to allow processing of the event to occur?" Dave continued to stare as Rachel flicked her eyes between the road and the stoic boy beside her."I presume from your silence that that would be a yes? I'll shut up now and let you think about everything. Or not think about it. Because you don't have to... Think about it I mean." Uh oh, the stare was now a glare. "Sorry. I ramble when I'm nervous. This is me not speaking, for real. Silence descends now." Rachel nodded firmly, and directed her attention to the road ahead.

Dave sat back in his seat. If he wasn't so upset, that probably would have been funny. He observed from the corner of his eye as the brunette began to tap her fingers on the wheel. She really cannot keep quiet...He watched as her pace increased and he shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Three, two, one... "Can I at least turn on the radio?" Dave didn't respond verbally, instead he leant forward and aggressively punched the on button. He wasn't angry at her but he was enraged at his dad. Especially, the actions of his father.
Everybody hurts, everybody screams, everybody feels this way... Rachel quickly changed the channel.
Hey dad look at me, think back and talk to me, did I grow up, according to plan... Rachel smashed the next button. I hate everything about you! Rachel fumbled to turn the damn device off and hastily commenced her apology. Dave couldn't help himself. He began to laugh. The look on her face as she heard what each song was saying... Those songs were ridiculously apt.

"David? Are you alright? Oh my gosh! Are you having a mental breakdown? O-okay, I read about this...um breathe deeply! No no wait. That's a panic attack. Think Rachel, think!"
Dave could hardly breathe. He knew it would be viewed as out of place behaviour, laughing after what just transpired, but he couldn't find the will to stop it. He had had one of the worst experiences of his life not ten minutes ago, and now he was sitting in a truck with the so called 'diva' of glee club who he now lived with after she caught him about to slit his wrists two days ago. It was completely surreal.

"I'm... I'm alright Berry. It's been a unbelievable week. Sorry for going wacky on you. Everything kind of hit there, ya know?" Rachel nodded, calming down rapidly. She definitely understood. She hadn't forgotten that she now shared her home with the boy that only a few days ago made her existence a living hell- though he wasn't without help.

Rachel did believe in second chances though. She may not be able to forget but she could forgive. After all, who better understood what t was like to have to hide your true self from the world?
Dave had made that first step of accepting her help and friendship, hopefully they could keep moving forward. Rachel was not naive, she had experienced too much pain and disappointment to remain so, there was no doubt in her head that the times ahead would indeed be tough but she had faith that they could pull through this together.

-/-

Paul Karofsky was a bitter man. He had graduated high school with few qualifications, married his high school girlfriend when he realised she was pregnant and had settled into a nine-to-five job by the time he turned twenty.

At thirty eight he looked aged beyond his years. His hair had gone from jet black to starched white and he developed a double chin in place of his angular jaw.

He stood by and watched as his wife grew dissatisfied with their life and ran off with his 'best friend', leaving him with his son.

He sneered at the thought. He thought he had done everything right. Dave had shown an interest in sports, he enjoyed hockey for crying out loud! Then it turns out that he's a fairy? No queer was going to live under his roof. He gave him the boot with only the clothes on his back and a firm reminder never to return.

He definitely didn't expect for him to have the nerve to show up at his door with the Berry girl. Fucking fagspawn.

When he dragged himself off the couch to answer the door he was already pissed that his game was interrupted. Once he had pulled the door opened he was simply furious.

"Excuse me sir, would it be possible for David to retrieve his belongings?" Rachel asked.

Dave pulled at her arm and leaned down to whisper to her, "What are you doing?"

"Just because he's a jackass doesn't mean we have to be rude. Now hush." She hissed back, before turning back to the clearly intoxicated man standing at the door. Dave just rolled his eyes in response. Only Berry…

"No. Now get the fuck off my property before I call the cops." He moved to slam the door only to be stopped by Rachel's hand.

"You misunderstand. Here is what is going to happen; you stand aside and let us gain entry to your property, Dave shall gather whatever belongings he desires and then we will remove ourselves from the premises and be on our merry way. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like you're a whiny little bitch who is used to getting her own way, well guess what it ain't gonna work now piss off." He went to close the door again but this time Rachel shoved the door back and knocked the man off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Rachel and Dave quickly moved inside.

"On the contrary sir, I'm simply exercising my rights - or Dave's rights. As an active member of the ACLU I know that under the statutory provision of section ii, paragraph iii sub section A, a person is legally obliged to provide the basic necessities required for an individual to live a satisfactory existence, obstruction of which can lead to legal action being taken against the offender. Young David here is therefore being subjected to a hate crime by you, as you are violating his human rights purely on the ground of his sexuality, so unless you want to face jail time I would strongly advise you to let him grab his stuff." Dave stared at her. That was the biggest load of bull he had ever heard. It was clear to him that Rachel was making it up but she was selling it spectacularly. If anyone ever said that she couldn't act send them to him. He could easily see his father was getting unnerved. "If you are in any doubts, I have my lawyer on speed dial."

Rachel watched as the man visibly hesitated and she turned to smile at Dave, not noticed the man rearing back his fist until she felt the force of it colliding with her face. She staggered back slightly at the impact.

Dave saw his father in motion as Rachel turned to him, he tried to warn her but was too late. He immediately moved to attack the older man, but stopped as he saw Rachel recover and face him again. He could see she had a frown on her face.

Paul was confused when the girl stood up to him again. People usually cowed to his will after the first hit. He had no qualms with hitting her again though. He swung at her and merely gaped like a fish in need of oxygen, when the tiny girl effortlessly stopped his fist.

"I did offer you an easy option. People never listen to me." Rachel sighed. She twisted Paul's wrist to the right and the man could do little more than grimace and bend as she pulled his arm to the side.

Dave was amazed at the ease of which she manipulated his father's body. She managed to turn him around and kick the back of his knees, instantly dropping him to the floor. "Go grab your stuff Dave, I'll deal with him." The footballer stared at her, uncertainty obvious in his eyes. She gave him a reassuring smile and nodded for him to go.

"You fags all stick together huh? It's disgusting, you all fucking unnatural freaks!" Dave could clearly hear the man's booming voice as he hastily gathered all his clothes, posters, pictures, and random bits and bobs on his bed. He couldn't help but wince every time he heard that derogatory term. He snorted though at Rachel's reply.

"I believe that if you are referring to a homosexual female then the correct homophobic slur would be dyke. It's okay though, I expected that you would be ignorant of that as you are clearly ignorant of the fact that love is love and you clearly you have never experienced that or else you would understand. If you must know, there are over 300 species that also exhibit homosexual behaviours- strange how there's only homophobia in one, eh?"

"Do I look like I give a fuck?"

"No you look like a sixteen year old girl just kicked your butt." Dave used his quilt to create a bag with all his possessions wrapped inside and hoisted it over his shoulder, moving back out to the den. He was just in time to see Paul break from the hold Rachel had him in, and make a dive for the singer.

Rachel calmly brought her arms up, knocking the man's outstretched hands down and brought her hands together behind his head. She quickly pulled his head down and threw her knee up, smashing him up the face. There was a sickening crack and Dave saw blood spraying out from his sperm donor's nose.

The man fell roughly to the floor. "You might want to get that seen to. Goodbye Mr Karofsky." Dave followed the younger girl in a daze. Remind him to never piss her off .

-/-

How well do think the fight scene was described? I generally avoid writing action as I don't know how to effectively convey what's happening. I normally plan a story as I see things play out in my head- which unfortunately usually leaves my detail less than helpful.

And that's true by the way, that there are over 300 species that have homosexual behaviours. It was in some article published by Yale. I think that's pretty conclusive proof that being gay is a natural thing.

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And what are your thoughts on Smallville faberry? With superman!Rachel of course.