Fic: David Karofsky's "Sing-A-Long Blog" - 6/?
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“A Man’s Gotta Do”
Relaxing a little, Dave continued towards the office. He considered, for a millisecond, taking out the button and at least putting it on his bag, but shot the idea down. If he wanted to get elected for any position he’d have to stay on everyone’s good side.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
Don’t plan the plan if you can’t follow through
All that matters is taking matters into your own hands
Soon I’ll control everything
My wish is your command
Stepping up to the counter, Dave saw that each position had a different form. Sighing in annoyance, Dave stared, trying to decide which position he wanted. President was out. He knew that Brittany and Rachel were both already running against Kurt, and he’d never be forgiven for saying he’d vote for the boy and then run against him. All that was left was Treasurer and Secretary.
Well, he liked math, so he figured treasurer made sense. He took a step in that general direction when a hand reached out and grabbed the treasurer form.
“Has anyone else applied for treasurer yet,” asked Blaine.
Seriously?! Dave held back a growl.
The secretary shook her head. “I don’t even think anyone’s picked up a form. Same for the secretary position.”
“Great,” said Blaine, nodding his thanks and going out the door.
Dave considered running against Blaine. He’d probably be able to win anyways. But then he figured that he could just run for secretary. That way, if no one ran against him he’d automatically win. Cornell would see that he was his student body secretary and they wouldn’t have to know that it was by default.
Grabbing the form, he stuffed it in his back pack before heading off to first period. Unfortunately he wasn’t so lucky as to get there without event. Just outside the room he could see the back of Strando’s form and hear the unmistakable sound of Kurt’s voice.
“It’s just a button. You don’t even have to keep it,” he was saying.
“Yeah, well I don’t think you should be spreading your gay around,” returned Strando.
Sighing, Dave approached, figuring he’d better dispel this situation before Kurt got hurt. “Yo, Strando, what are you doing?”
“This little homo tried touching me,” growled Strando.
Dave had never realized just how homophobic some of the kids were at this school. Shaking his head he glanced at Kurt, raising an eyebrow, hoping the smaller boy took it as, “What’s really going on?” and not, “Is it true?”
“I was just handing out my buttons,” explained Kurt. “I’m not paying attention to who I shove them at.”
“Yeah, well maybe you better,” said Strando, taking a step forward, fists clenched.
Sheesh, what made the kid so angry about a damn button? Dave opened his mouth to speak when an arm appeared around Kurt’s waist and a kiss was placed on his cheek.
“Hey, Kurt,” said Blaine, “Everything okay here?”
Stand back everyone
Nothin’ here to see
Just imminent danger
And in the middle of it me
Yes Captain Hammer’s here
Hair blowing in the breeze
The day needs my saving expertise!
“Great, now you’re attracting them,” snarled Strando.
“I’d ask if you meant cute boys, but considering the company I’m sure I’d be wrong.”
Dave glared at Blaine. Dave knew that was directed at him, the little douche.
Strando, however, thought it was directed at him. Pushing Kurt aside, the jock crowded close to Blaine. “Listen you little fairy. I could just as easily beat you up in his place, so I’d watch your step if I was you.”
Dave couldn’t help but flinch when Kurt hit the lockers. Didn’t Blaine realize he was making everything worse for all of them?
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
Seems destiny ends with me saving you
The only doom that’s looming is you loving me to death
So I’ll give you a second to catch your breath
“Strando, calm down,” said Dave, careful not to touch the jock when he was in this kind of mood. One wrong move and someone would either be on the floor or have a black eye.
Blaine knew no such thing. He poked the jock in the shoulder, returning his glare. “Yeah, well I’m not afraid to call for backup,” he said. “One wrong move from you and I will get you suspended.”
At the short boy’s touch, Strando turned red with rage. He didn’t even hear what Blaine was saying and Dave managed to catch his arm just before it came in contact with Blaine’s jaw as he finished his short speech.
“Just drop it, Strando, he’s not worth it,” said Dave, keeping his voice low in the hopes that Kurt wouldn’t hear how sincere he was with that comment.
Strando glanced at him, taking a deep breath and nodding. Without another word he turned and left.
Dave turned to Blaine. “Are you insane? You never touch Strando when he’s mad. It’s like poking a man eating tiger with a stick while he’s standing over you.”
Blaine rolled his eyes, “I had it under control.”
Dave opened his mouth to reply when Kurt interrupted them.
“Oh my Gaga, thank you, Blaine,” breathed the countertenor. “I thought he’d never leave.”
Thank you Hammer Man, I don’t think I can
Explain how important it was that you stop the van
I would be splattered; I’d be crushed under debris
Thank you sir for saving me.
“Don’t worry, sweetums,” said Blaine, pulling Kurt close. “Anything for my boyfriend.”
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
(You came from above)
(Are you kidding?)
“You have got to be kidding me,” mumbled Dave.
Seems destiny ends with me saving you
(What heist were you watching?)
(I wonder what you’re Captain of)
(Stop looking at her like that)
He nearly choked when Kurt gave Blaine a sweet kiss on the cheek.
When you’re the best you can’t rest, what’s the use?
(Did you notice that he threw you in the garbage?)
(My heart is beating like a drum)
“Kurt, Strando threw you into the lockers. Blaine basically insulted you!” It was no use, they were completely wrapped up in each other.
There’s ass needs kicking. Some ticking bomb to diffuse
(Must… Must be in shock)
(I stopped the van. The remote control was in my hand)
“Did you notice that I was the one to keep Strando from knocking you out?”
The only doom that’s looming is you loving me to death
(Assuming I’m not loving you to death)
(Whatever)
So please give me a second to catch my breath.
“Yeah, whatever, David,” Kurt mumbled, pulling Blaine closer. “I’ll see you glee.”
Well, at least Dave knew he had gotten in. But then that good news was shattered when the boys kissed, right in front of him.
“Screw it,” he grumbled, moving past them and into his classroom.
Balls.
END ACT I
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A/N: So, at my school there were class officers and a student body officers. I cut it down to just student body for the purpose of this fic. Just FYI