Fic: When You Hold A Flame (Vol 1: Track 2)
Series: When You Hold A Flame
Title: 4 Minutes
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 616
Spoilers: Through 1x15 (ha), eventual through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: Lots of swearing and homophobic language, mild sexuality.
Summary: This was NOT happening. The increasingly uncomfortable tightness in Dave’s pants was NOT because of the way Hummel was moving his hips down there.
Previous Chapters: HERE
Sometimes I think what I need is a you intervention, yeah
And you know I can tell that you like it, and that it’s good by the way that you move
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, yeah
But if I die tonight at least I can say I did what I wanted to do
Tell me, how ‘bout you?
Dave had a love/hate relationship with in-school assemblies. On the one hand, he was going to be stuck in the gym for the next hour watching a series of lame attempts at getting the student body fired up for the upcoming basketball championship. But, on the other, he wasn’t in algebra right now, and he would get to spend the rest of the school day mocking the performances with Azimio. So he supposed he’d rather be here, all things considered. They’d already done some stupid games with the basketball players and a few of the Cheerios, and now the band was getting lined up for some shit, he didn’t know what. Apparently the Cheerios were gonna do something with them cause Coach Sylvester was counting off with a megaphone and-
Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.
Hummel was with the Cheerios.
Hummel was with the Cheerios.
The faggot was really out-gaying himself now.
Of course, he knew it was only a matter of time before…motherfucker.
This was NOT happening. The increasingly uncomfortable tightness in Dave’s pants was NOT because of the way Hummel was moving his hips down there, singing about taking it slow and giving you what you want. No. It was because of all the Cheerios with their short skirts and their long legs and…but there was Hummel again, invading Dave’s mind, going where no guy should ever be, and he couldn’t even keep his focus on the girls where it should be. Fucking homo was gaying up Dave’s brain. He’d been content, or at least content enough, to ignore his one-time friend ever since his Pop had helped him realize the kid’s fagitude (and after all, not ignoring him had never led to anything good), but now the homo was going too far. He was getting up in Dave’s face, he was starting to make Dave feel things...things that just weren’t right.
It was one thing to look at the guy in the porno, just meant you wanted to be like him, wanted to be in his place. But with Hummel, it was different. When he saw Hummel down there in that uniform, all sorts of sick thoughts popped into his head, disgusting homo filth stuff. The things he wanted to do to him, to take him in the locker room showers, to pin him up against the wall and…aw fuck no, that thought had to end there. He was doing it on purpose. He had to be. Putting those thoughts in Dave’s head. Cause no way did Dave want them there. He wasn’t enjoying it at all, watching Hummel get low to the ground, swaying his hips…watching that slim, flexible body move in ways that…fuck no, stop it!
He felt eyes on him, and he looked nervously over at Azimio, who was giving him a questioning glance. Dave shrugged and pointed at a random blonde Cheerio gyrating on the floor, and Azimio smirked and nodded, and before long the Cheerios’ show had ended and the crisis passed. With Hummel gone from the floor, a couple of minutes thinking of Coach Sylvester in a bikini were enough to calm his hormones. But this was not acceptable. This would have to be resolved. The fancy boy had to learn to keep the gay to himself.
As soon as the assembly ended, Dave made a quick trip to the 7-Eleven down the street for a blue raspberry slushie, and he made sure to get Hummel good when he came out of the locker room freshly changed and showered. He savored the screech of fury that followed and didn’t look back. That would teach him to stay the fuck out of Dave’s head.
Title: 4 Minutes
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 616
Spoilers: Through 1x15 (ha), eventual through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: Lots of swearing and homophobic language, mild sexuality.
Summary: This was NOT happening. The increasingly uncomfortable tightness in Dave’s pants was NOT because of the way Hummel was moving his hips down there.
Previous Chapters: HERE
Sometimes I think what I need is a you intervention, yeah
And you know I can tell that you like it, and that it’s good by the way that you move
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, yeah
But if I die tonight at least I can say I did what I wanted to do
Tell me, how ‘bout you?
Dave had a love/hate relationship with in-school assemblies. On the one hand, he was going to be stuck in the gym for the next hour watching a series of lame attempts at getting the student body fired up for the upcoming basketball championship. But, on the other, he wasn’t in algebra right now, and he would get to spend the rest of the school day mocking the performances with Azimio. So he supposed he’d rather be here, all things considered. They’d already done some stupid games with the basketball players and a few of the Cheerios, and now the band was getting lined up for some shit, he didn’t know what. Apparently the Cheerios were gonna do something with them cause Coach Sylvester was counting off with a megaphone and-
Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.
Hummel was with the Cheerios.
Hummel was with the Cheerios.
The faggot was really out-gaying himself now.
Of course, he knew it was only a matter of time before…motherfucker.
This was NOT happening. The increasingly uncomfortable tightness in Dave’s pants was NOT because of the way Hummel was moving his hips down there, singing about taking it slow and giving you what you want. No. It was because of all the Cheerios with their short skirts and their long legs and…but there was Hummel again, invading Dave’s mind, going where no guy should ever be, and he couldn’t even keep his focus on the girls where it should be. Fucking homo was gaying up Dave’s brain. He’d been content, or at least content enough, to ignore his one-time friend ever since his Pop had helped him realize the kid’s fagitude (and after all, not ignoring him had never led to anything good), but now the homo was going too far. He was getting up in Dave’s face, he was starting to make Dave feel things...things that just weren’t right.
It was one thing to look at the guy in the porno, just meant you wanted to be like him, wanted to be in his place. But with Hummel, it was different. When he saw Hummel down there in that uniform, all sorts of sick thoughts popped into his head, disgusting homo filth stuff. The things he wanted to do to him, to take him in the locker room showers, to pin him up against the wall and…aw fuck no, that thought had to end there. He was doing it on purpose. He had to be. Putting those thoughts in Dave’s head. Cause no way did Dave want them there. He wasn’t enjoying it at all, watching Hummel get low to the ground, swaying his hips…watching that slim, flexible body move in ways that…fuck no, stop it!
He felt eyes on him, and he looked nervously over at Azimio, who was giving him a questioning glance. Dave shrugged and pointed at a random blonde Cheerio gyrating on the floor, and Azimio smirked and nodded, and before long the Cheerios’ show had ended and the crisis passed. With Hummel gone from the floor, a couple of minutes thinking of Coach Sylvester in a bikini were enough to calm his hormones. But this was not acceptable. This would have to be resolved. The fancy boy had to learn to keep the gay to himself.
As soon as the assembly ended, Dave made a quick trip to the 7-Eleven down the street for a blue raspberry slushie, and he made sure to get Hummel good when he came out of the locker room freshly changed and showered. He savored the screech of fury that followed and didn’t look back. That would teach him to stay the fuck out of Dave’s head.