Fic: David Karofsky's "Sing-A-Long Blog" - 5/?
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Hallway
“Caring Hands”
Dave watched as Kurt stood in front of his locker, trying to pass out campaign buttons.
“Vote Kurt Hummel for student body president.”
Will you lend a caring hand
To shelter those who need it?
Another student walked by, ignoring the offered item.
“Fine don’t take one. Vote Kurt Hummel for student body president.”
Only have to sign your name
Don’t even have to read it.
One student took the button shoved at him, then proceeded to drop it in a nearby garbage can.
“Vote Kurt Hummel for student body president,” Kurt cried out after him.
Would you help?
No? How ‘bout you?
It was too horrible to watch. Dave shook his head and went the long way around to the front office. Apparently the forms to run for some sort of office were due by the end of the week. Which sucked because it didn’t give him enough time to decide what he actually wanted to do.
“Vote Kurt Hummel for student body president.”
Dave gave a sharp cry when he felt something stab the center of his chest. He stopped and looked down, seeing a button with “Kurt Hummel, President” written boldly across a rainbow background.
“Uh,” Dave had no idea why he felt the urge to speak.
“Oh,” was Kurt’s own answering sound. “David.”
Dave managed a half grin and a small nod, wanting to keep going. How had he managed to run into Kurt anyway, wasn’t he trying to avoid him?
“Do I have your vote, David?” Kurt asked.
Dave shrugged, looking back at the button, wondering if he’d have to wear it if he said yes. “I haven’t really thought about it much.”
Kurt’s face seemed to fall a little. “Well, despite all the girls running against me, I hope you’ll choose me.”
“I always choose you,” Dave muttered, immediately regretting the words.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Maybe if I win, I’ll be able to help you with your predicament,” said Kurt.
At those words, Dave started to nervously look around, hoping no one was close enough to hear that, and if they were they had no idea what the truth was. Unfortunately, that started his usual paranoia out and he was practically searching the face of every person passing them, wondering if they knew.
“…and then the students will all magically be accepting and prance around shooting rainbows from their butts and wait for the rest of the Lima Losers to catch up,” Kurt said.
Dave only managed to catch half of it, but managed to realize that he’d lost focus. Chuckling he turned back. “Yeah, Hummel, I’ll vote for you. And if I can figure out a way to not sound gay for you, I’ll try and get some of my friends to vote for you too.”
Again, Kurt’s face fell a little, but he nodded. Which was good, since Dave wasn’t going to be convinced out of the closet while standing in the middle of the hallway.
Dave glanced up and saw Strando heading down the hallway in their direction. He didn’t see them yet, but it was only a matter of time. “Um, I gotta go,” said Dave, quickly dropping the button into his backpack. He saw the disappointed look on Kurt’s face and sighed inwardly. Why did Kurt have to talk to him there? Why not in a disserted hallway at lunch? Or hell, after school?
“I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later,” mumbled Kurt, continuing on past Dave.
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A/N: I hope ya'll are likin' this. And sorry it seems so short. I'm trying to drag it out so I can finish it completely or at least not catch up before I finish. :~*