action movie au ; pg-13
David slams the door, before leaning heavily against it, clutching his side as blood trickles down through his fingers. A whimper escapes his lips, and he relinquishes his grip on the gun, letting it skitter away from him as he tries not his best not to bleed out on Hummel’s carpet.
He hears a click.
Dave turns his head, and find that Kurt’s at the end of the hallway, aiming his gun towards his head. “I thought I told you to get the fuck out.”
“No amnesty? Not even with assassins?”
“Not really, no. I’d love to mount your head in front of my fireplace„ but I’d really love it if I didn’t have to deal with your fucking miserable carcass after you’re dead.”
“Goddamn charming as always,” Dave laughs, grabbing wildly at the door handle and pulling himself up, wincing at how the bullet shifted within his gut. “Loved you.”
“Loved you too.”
--
“Charismatic.” Blaine comments lightly after a long, awkward silence in the car, and Dave looks over, wincing at all the dried blood on the man’s face. “Really charismatic, I can see why you’re so taken with him.”
“He wasn’t like that,” Dave defends, though he really has nothing to go on, “I honestly did think he could help.”
“Considering he clocked you over the head with his gun the moment you knocked on his door, I think that’s the furthest thing from his mind.” Blaine casually mentions, and Dave sort of wants to hit him, bleeding to death or not.
“We went out during high school,” Dave confesses, though he knows it’s the stupidest reason in the world for him to completely trust Hummel after all these years.
“High school sweethearts, nice. Let me guess, you stalked him for weeks, then he got fed up and punched your lights out and the next day you two were holding hands?”
“How did you know?”
Blaine rolls his eyes, and rubbed this cheek, feeling the blood crack and flake off. “It sounds like what an idiot like you would do.”
He hears a click.
Dave turns his head, and find that Kurt’s at the end of the hallway, aiming his gun towards his head. “I thought I told you to get the fuck out.”
“No amnesty? Not even with assassins?”
“Not really, no. I’d love to mount your head in front of my fireplace„ but I’d really love it if I didn’t have to deal with your fucking miserable carcass after you’re dead.”
“Goddamn charming as always,” Dave laughs, grabbing wildly at the door handle and pulling himself up, wincing at how the bullet shifted within his gut. “Loved you.”
“Loved you too.”
--
“Charismatic.” Blaine comments lightly after a long, awkward silence in the car, and Dave looks over, wincing at all the dried blood on the man’s face. “Really charismatic, I can see why you’re so taken with him.”
“He wasn’t like that,” Dave defends, though he really has nothing to go on, “I honestly did think he could help.”
“Considering he clocked you over the head with his gun the moment you knocked on his door, I think that’s the furthest thing from his mind.” Blaine casually mentions, and Dave sort of wants to hit him, bleeding to death or not.
“We went out during high school,” Dave confesses, though he knows it’s the stupidest reason in the world for him to completely trust Hummel after all these years.
“High school sweethearts, nice. Let me guess, you stalked him for weeks, then he got fed up and punched your lights out and the next day you two were holding hands?”
“How did you know?”
Blaine rolls his eyes, and rubbed this cheek, feeling the blood crack and flake off. “It sounds like what an idiot like you would do.”