Fic: David Karofsky's "Sing-A-Long Blog" - 19/20
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A/N: Despite the title... this is not the last chapter, nor does it resemble the original credits music. Though there are curtain calls... I didn't even notice that until I started writing this note... tehe, I'm subconsciously smart. XP
“Horrible Credits”
The curtains close and there is a giant roar of applause. Dave can’t help but smile and when he turns to take his place for curtain call he meets Kurt’s eyes and his smile only grows when Kurt looks just as elated as Dave feels.
“We did it,” Kurt says, and Dave knows that he’s talking about successfully promoting gay acceptance.
They’re all waiting for the curtains to be opened but they don’t. The kid in charge just shrugs and waves towards the front of the stage. There’s some feedback from the microphone and Figgins’ voice can be heard.
“It has been brought to my attention that I may have accidentally read the election results wrong.”
There are murmurs from both in front of and behind the curtains as Dave’s stomach drops to his knees. So he didn’t win. Great.
“The winner was also a tie for presidency. The pair being voted together, almost unanimously.”
That got peoples’ attention and the murmurs quickly turned into the stereotypical silence with crickets in the background.
“Your new McKinley High Student Body Presidents are…”
Figgins paused for dramatic effect and Dave really wanted to find and kill those damn crickets.
“Mr. David Karofsky and Kurt Hummel!”
There was another uproar, a mixture of joy and outrage, but Dave couldn’t get past the fact that Kurt was squealing, jumping up and down and grabbing onto Dave’s arms.
“Omigodomigodomigod!” Kurt was practically breathing the words.
Dave could only smile, overcome with joy himself. “Congratulations, Mr. President,” he said, voice a little rough with emotion.
Kurt squealed again and wrapped his arms around Dave’s neck in a tight hug. “Congratulations, Mr. Co-President,” Kurt whispered excitedly.
Dave ignored the “co” part of that, knowing it was true, and reveled in the hug. Maybe it wouldn’t be as necessary to ask for forgiveness anyways. Then again, this was Kurt, anything could happen. After all, he broke up with Blaine, and no one saw that one coming, not even Dave.
“Now, how about we give a giant applause to our resident actors and student government staff?” came Figgins’ voice and everyone quickly took their places as the curtains began to open.
The background actors went first, receiving their own applause. Next came the background singers followed by Puck, Tina, and Sugar as the Captain’s groupies. The trio would be switched for every night though to give more people a chance at singing. Puck made sure to show off the two ladies on his arms. He hadn’t been too keen to be a gay groupie, but at least it was like that in the original, so it had been easier to convince him.
Then Blaine went. Dave was only a little relieved to see that he had some people standing for him. It would have been kinda sad if Blaine had been the only candidate for any office not to win anything and get little praise for the play. Cause Dave had to admit that Blaine had been pretty good… probably since he was typecast.
Kurt tried to pull Dave forward with him, but Dave shook his head. He was going to milk this for all it was worth. He wanted, no needed, to be in the spot light.
There were deafening screams when Kurt ran out, and Dave was pretty sure a few girls swooned. (Seriously, though, Kurt’s gay. Why do they care if he looks at them?) Dave let Kurt soak up his own attention for a minute or so before going out himself.
Damn it felt good. This must be what it felt like when a hero got his own parade. He raised his fist, yelling along with the applause.
“YEAH!”
He took only a few more seconds to soak it in before pulling Kurt forward, sharing the bow. Then, because he couldn’t help himself, he skipped over Blaine and had the entire group bow. Later he’d blame it on excitement making him forget. Once everyone was back a little, Artie was brought onto the stage and he got his own applause. Then the back stage crew and the orchestra. Really, they were all awesome.
Finally the applause started to die down a little and Dave retrieved the microphone. “Yo, what’s up, Ti-tans!” he yelled into it, laughing at the hollered reply. “You like the play?”
More applause.
“Good, then come back this weekend and give us fifteen bucks to see it again.”
That got a few laughs and he pumped his fist in success.
“You want a speech from your presidents?” he asked, making sure to keep things up beat.
More hollering and Dave held out the microphone to Kurt who took it, giving Dave a tearful smile.
“Omigod, thank you all,” Kurt breathed again, Dave wondered if he’d been able to say much of anything else since they hugged. “Um, screw acceptance speeches,” Kurt said, tossing his note cards aside. “You made the right decisions,” he said, glancing over and smiling at Dave, “You won’t regret any of this.”
Then he handed the mic back to Dave who took it with a wink and wrapped an arm around Kurt’s shoulders to keep him close.
“Well,” Dave made a thoughtful face, “You may regret one thing…”
Then, ignoring any questioning looks or glances, Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulled him close, and kissed him.
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A/N: Despite the title... this is not the last chapter, nor does it resemble the original credits music. Though there are curtain calls... I didn't even notice that until I started writing this note... tehe, I'm subconsciously smart. XP
“Horrible Credits”
The curtains close and there is a giant roar of applause. Dave can’t help but smile and when he turns to take his place for curtain call he meets Kurt’s eyes and his smile only grows when Kurt looks just as elated as Dave feels.
“We did it,” Kurt says, and Dave knows that he’s talking about successfully promoting gay acceptance.
They’re all waiting for the curtains to be opened but they don’t. The kid in charge just shrugs and waves towards the front of the stage. There’s some feedback from the microphone and Figgins’ voice can be heard.
“It has been brought to my attention that I may have accidentally read the election results wrong.”
There are murmurs from both in front of and behind the curtains as Dave’s stomach drops to his knees. So he didn’t win. Great.
“The winner was also a tie for presidency. The pair being voted together, almost unanimously.”
That got peoples’ attention and the murmurs quickly turned into the stereotypical silence with crickets in the background.
“Your new McKinley High Student Body Presidents are…”
Figgins paused for dramatic effect and Dave really wanted to find and kill those damn crickets.
“Mr. David Karofsky and Kurt Hummel!”
There was another uproar, a mixture of joy and outrage, but Dave couldn’t get past the fact that Kurt was squealing, jumping up and down and grabbing onto Dave’s arms.
“Omigodomigodomigod!” Kurt was practically breathing the words.
Dave could only smile, overcome with joy himself. “Congratulations, Mr. President,” he said, voice a little rough with emotion.
Kurt squealed again and wrapped his arms around Dave’s neck in a tight hug. “Congratulations, Mr. Co-President,” Kurt whispered excitedly.
Dave ignored the “co” part of that, knowing it was true, and reveled in the hug. Maybe it wouldn’t be as necessary to ask for forgiveness anyways. Then again, this was Kurt, anything could happen. After all, he broke up with Blaine, and no one saw that one coming, not even Dave.
“Now, how about we give a giant applause to our resident actors and student government staff?” came Figgins’ voice and everyone quickly took their places as the curtains began to open.
The background actors went first, receiving their own applause. Next came the background singers followed by Puck, Tina, and Sugar as the Captain’s groupies. The trio would be switched for every night though to give more people a chance at singing. Puck made sure to show off the two ladies on his arms. He hadn’t been too keen to be a gay groupie, but at least it was like that in the original, so it had been easier to convince him.
Then Blaine went. Dave was only a little relieved to see that he had some people standing for him. It would have been kinda sad if Blaine had been the only candidate for any office not to win anything and get little praise for the play. Cause Dave had to admit that Blaine had been pretty good… probably since he was typecast.
Kurt tried to pull Dave forward with him, but Dave shook his head. He was going to milk this for all it was worth. He wanted, no needed, to be in the spot light.
There were deafening screams when Kurt ran out, and Dave was pretty sure a few girls swooned. (Seriously, though, Kurt’s gay. Why do they care if he looks at them?) Dave let Kurt soak up his own attention for a minute or so before going out himself.
Damn it felt good. This must be what it felt like when a hero got his own parade. He raised his fist, yelling along with the applause.
“YEAH!”
He took only a few more seconds to soak it in before pulling Kurt forward, sharing the bow. Then, because he couldn’t help himself, he skipped over Blaine and had the entire group bow. Later he’d blame it on excitement making him forget. Once everyone was back a little, Artie was brought onto the stage and he got his own applause. Then the back stage crew and the orchestra. Really, they were all awesome.
Finally the applause started to die down a little and Dave retrieved the microphone. “Yo, what’s up, Ti-tans!” he yelled into it, laughing at the hollered reply. “You like the play?”
More applause.
“Good, then come back this weekend and give us fifteen bucks to see it again.”
That got a few laughs and he pumped his fist in success.
“You want a speech from your presidents?” he asked, making sure to keep things up beat.
More hollering and Dave held out the microphone to Kurt who took it, giving Dave a tearful smile.
“Omigod, thank you all,” Kurt breathed again, Dave wondered if he’d been able to say much of anything else since they hugged. “Um, screw acceptance speeches,” Kurt said, tossing his note cards aside. “You made the right decisions,” he said, glancing over and smiling at Dave, “You won’t regret any of this.”
Then he handed the mic back to Dave who took it with a wink and wrapped an arm around Kurt’s shoulders to keep him close.
“Well,” Dave made a thoughtful face, “You may regret one thing…”
Then, ignoring any questioning looks or glances, Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulled him close, and kissed him.
NEXT->