fic - Thursdays and I have a history. (3/?)
Title: Thursdays and I have a history. (3/?)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: approx. 3487
Spoilers: up to AVGC
Summary: The breaking and subsequent making of Kurt Hummel. Follows him through high school, college, and the basic sense of growing up.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Notes: Hello! Again, thank you to everyone who is reading and enjoying this story and an even bigger thank you to my lovely reviewers. You are all so wonderful!
Now that the new episodes have started airing again (yay!), this story is officially AU as I am not incorporating any events from episodes from the rest of this season. Also, I know it has been established in Silly Love Songs that Blaine is a junior, but for the sake of what I have already written, he is a senior in this story. Blaine is a senior and Kurt and the rest of ND are juniors. Hopefully that won't be too much of a problem for canon-sticklers. :)
And yes, I know this chapter is short, but short chapters mean quicker updates, right? Right. :)
And a big thank you to my beta, lextempus!
(Sidenote: I'm actually really excited that I get to post this on a Thursday. lol Okay, lame!author moment over. Enjoy!)
The steel is warm and unrelenting beneath against his bruise ribcage. His shoulder rotates awkwardly as more pressure holds him against the dumpster.
Kurt casts his eyes warily around, but can find no one beyond Karofsky's desperate eyes.
"If you kill me," Kurt bites back with as much force through his tightened trachea, "they'll find out. They'll convict you. You'll go to court and they'll figure out why you did it. Everyone will know your secret."
The hardened brown of Karofsky's eyes flickers in contemplation, and Kurt can see the muscles of his clenched jaw contracting furiously.
"They'll know," Kurt repeats, keeping his voice low and harsh and refusing to let the tears spark in his eyes.
In Karofsky's world, death is comparable to honesty. He releases Kurt.
(&)
Karofsky doesn't touch him and avoids him at all costs, his eyes only lingering when Kurt walks by without any acknowledgement.
Kurt can hear the jeers at his back and feels the cold slush run down his neck. But under the watchful gaze of his friends, he soon forgets how the pushes used to bruise him. He no longer can smell the sharp mixture of metal and paint from when he made harsh contact in the lockers.
His bruises fade, his cuts heal, and his aches disappear. Nothing's broken.
Blaine Anderson got accepted to University of the Arts in Philadelphia!
Kurt wastes part of his life flipping through the following comments of congratulatory remarks and phrases of "I'll miss you!"
You're going to do great things, he types below Blaine's status because he knows it's the undeniable truth. Kurt doesn't wait for Blaine to respond before he deletes him as a friend.
He won't let himself stretch out these feelings any longer. He won't follow Blaine to college.
Summer passes without incident, just an endless stretch of days and sunlight.
Kurt spends his days with the girls at the pool, feeling his nose freckle under the permanent sunshine. At night, the boys join them at someone's house, singing and humming and dancing until one by one they all return home only to repeat the next day.
The heat of the summer slows them all down, draws out their breath. They lazily pair together and even Rachel and Finn meet in the middle as he hums her favorite showtune.
Kurt watches, a bittersweet mixture of happiness and loneliness.
One day, he thinks, I'll have that.
(&)
The sun still shines and the heat prevails, but the days are counting down before their senior year.
Before long, it's August 25th. Orientation day for University of the Arts.
And finally the distance between them is literal.