Out of the Dark Chapter 5
Title Out of the Dark
Author Palaemon77
Rating Mature
Genre Supernatural
Pairing Kurtofsky
Warnings Character Deaths
Wordcount 31459
Spoilers Season 2
Summary After the locker room kiss, Kurt finds out that Dave isn't who he thought he was, but at least he thought Dave was human.
Links
{ Chapter 1 } { Chapter 2 } { Chapter 3 } { Chapter 4 } { Chapter 5 } { Chapter 6 }
{ Chapter 7 } { Chapter 8 } { Chapter 9 } { Chapter 10 } { Chapter 11 } { Epilogue }
Chapter 5
Kurt was enjoying the warmth of the sun above when he suddenly felt the need to go home. He looked at his watch and it was three o’clock. Why was it getting dark already? Kurt stood up from the carpet of grass beneath him and moved toward the edge of the field. As he looked back, he now saw how it was a perfect circle. It must be man-made, something he had never noticed before. He looked up at the sun in the sky, and it is suddenly the moon shining down on him. Late. He was so late.
Kurt rushed out of the clearing toward the woods and just as suddenly it was pitch black. Kurt should have been expecting it, but somehow he didn't. Blindly, he moves through the woods trying to find his way. He knows it’s coming for him but pushes on. Just like before, the darkness was all around him, and now he was surrounded by it. He can feel the emptiness of it creeping closer. Kurt backs up against the familiar tree when something new happens.
Warm hands are surrounding him. The tree is not a tree. Kurt turns his head and sees a shirtless Dave holding him from behind, protecting him. He feels safe, but knows it is still approaching. Dave moves his hands from Kurt’s torso to straight out in front of them, like he motioning for the emptiness to stop. Kurt can feel the heat radiating and suddenly Dave’s hands glow and a bright light pushes out from his palms.
Instead of feeling faint this time, Kurt is aware. He still can’t quite make out the target, but he hasn’t passed out. Dave leans in and whispers something incoherent in Kurt’s ear from behind. He strains to hear the words but can’t. Standing with Dave behind him, Kurt feels the muscles in Dave’s chest and has the urge to bring his hands to Dave’s flexed arms. They’re still held out straight and emanating heat and light, but somehow Kurt just wants to turn around and hold Dave in his arms. Right now, holding Dave in his arms was more important than the impending doom surrounding them. As he turns, Kurt can hear the faint shriek and smell the foul stench, but then his arms are around Dave, and he is kissing Dave again. The kissing is more feverish and heated than before. Kurt looks down, and he was wrong. Dave wasn’t just shirtless but completely naked. He couldn’t make out specifics, but just knew Dave was in the nude. Kurt looked back up to Dave’s smiling face and moved in for another kiss when he heard Dave bark at him. Dave cocked his head and let out another bark.
Slowly Kurt pulled himself out of the dream as Beacon looked out the bedroom window.
“Beacon. Shush.” Kurt whispers loudly. “Lay down.”
Kurt just laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling. Well that was an odd sex dream. The dream technically didn’t have sex in it, but Kurt had a feeling that was the direction it was heading. He felt protected and safe with Dave. Had Dave been the one saving him every time in his dream or was it just new feelings bleeding through in the dream? Kurt sighed and thought better of it. He’d been having this dream for years, but only really met Dave recently. Sure, he’d seen Dave since high school began, but he’d only just been acquainted. Kurt thinks about how he’s acquainted with Dave, and about the nakedness of Dave in the dream and how he wanted to be more than just acquainted with Dave in the dream. Kurt felt it was pretty silly that his subconscious waited until he was seventeen to have his first sex dream, and it was an amalgamation of his recurring dream and his new friend.
It’s not like they had a connection before the bullying. He’d never really given Dave Karofsky a second look. Of course, if he’d been shirtless at school, that would have changed things a bit. Damn that boy was beautiful. But wait. They kind of did have a connection. Kurt had been dreaming of this place for years, and not only did Dave just bring him to the clearing that he previously thought of as mythical; Dave said he built it. But that was ridiculous though. How do you build something like that? It would take experience and years to create something so perfect. How could Dave have had the time or experience? That was crazy talk. But...then why would he say that? Why lie about it? And how did he know Kurt had dreamt about it?
Ugh.
He was going to have to write down all these questions and just make Dave answer them, point by point.
But not now. It was two in the morning.
Kurt just laid there and tried to get back into the dream he was having. He could see flashes of the images in his head and tried to force himself to sleep, but couldn’t. Suddenly, he could feel the dream coming back. Dave’s warm hands were holding one of his forearms and...
Wait...
Kurt’s eyes flew open and Dave was standing - well crouching - next to him - in his bedroom - at two in the morning. Kurt’s instinct was to scream at the intruder but Dave put his index finger up to his own lips and made a soft ‘shhh’ sound.
“Don’t scream.” Dave whispered as Kurt sat up in bed.
Kurt’s eyes were still wide. He noticed Dave was in a different shirt. Why was he noticing clothes at a time like this? Ugh. Dave was in Kurt’s bedroom. Kurt had every right to scream and shout. His dad had just agreed to let things happen, but he wouldn’t allow traipsing around Kurt’s bedroom at two in the morning slide; that’s for sure. Kurt was sick and tired of having questions and no answers, so he decided to stand his ground. Well, as much as he could sitting up in bed.
“Why not? Give me one reason why I shouldn't scream my head off? Why I shouldn't have my dad come in here with a shotgun? Why I shouldn’t sick my dog on you?” Kurt looked at the dog that was sitting next to Dave’s feet and whispered, “Traitor.”
Dave chuckled softly. “I don’t think he’d do that.”
Kurt crossed his arms, partially out of spite, but also to move his hand out of Dave’s warm grasp. “Why not? You should have seen him when Blaine visited. He was all ‘attack-mode.’ If you were Blaine, you’d believe me.”
Dave caressed Kurt’s thigh through the comforter and smiled, “I’m pretty sure my own dog wouldn’t attack me.”
“Dave - I think you’re confused. He likes you, but he’s my dog. I’ve owned him for eight years.”
Dave dipped his head and gave Kurt a cute smile, like he thought Kurt was adorable, but wrong, but then his expression changed.
“Wait. You said he attacked Blaine?” Who’s Blaine?”
Kurt thought he heard a touch of jealousy in Dave’s voice. Hmm. Since their first kiss, Dave’s confidence hadn’t seemed so shaken. “No one - maybe my boyfriend.” Kurt was going to ride this out for as much as he could.
Dave’s face turned serious, “Kurt!" Dave grasped Kurt by the shoulders. "It is imperative that you listen to me right now.”
Kurt was having none of that. “How dare you barge into my-“ He was distracted by Dave suddenly cocking his head and inhaling deeply. “What?”
“Where’s your father?” Dave asked, his eyes slightly widened and concerned.
“It’s two in the morning. He’s in bed.”
“He’s not in the house.”
“What? Of course he is. After dropping you off, he came back here and then left again to go to his shop…for…oh God…” Kurt sprung out of bed, but Dave was already heading for the door.
“I’ll check the perimeter; you stay here.” Dave commanded.
“What? No - I’m going with you.”
Dave ignored Kurt and pointed to the dog, “Beacon - Guard!” Dave was out the door in a whoosh.
Kurt wasn’t in the mood for games. His dad was surely in bed, and he knew it. He would just go and check just for peace of mind. As he scooted for the door, he was met with a bare-toothed growl from his own dog.
“Beacon! No!” Kurt moved again, but this time he was met with a definitive and loud bark. “Beacon! Sit!” Again, he reached for the doorknob, but Beacon blocked his path and continued the growl. Kurt slowly backed up to his bed. This was crazy. His own dog had turned on him. He eased himself down on the bed and waited. He thought about just calling out for his dad, but if Beacon had gone mad, he didn’t want his dad getting hurt.
A minute later, Dave reemerged and looked worried.
“He’s not here - his truck’s not here either, but the good news is that as far as I can tell, they haven’t been here either.”
Kurt was confused. He was trying to piece everything together when Dave threw clothes at him and told him to get dressed. They were going to his dad’s shop.
Kurt just let the clothes fall where they were tossed and refused to budge. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on. Why are you in my room? And who hasn’t been here?”
Dave took a deep breath and stood very close to Kurt. He could feel the heat emanating off of Dave’s body. He slowly took Kurt’s shoulders in his hands and dipped his head slightly. “Kurt - Look, I promise to tell you everything in the car, but we have to go. Now. Or your dad could be in a lot of danger.”
Kurt was freaking out. Where was his dad? Who were they? Why were they after him? His dad was just a mechanic, right? He finished getting dressed with Beacon - traitor - guarding him, although the command this time was ‘protect’. Kurt wondered if that was different. He gathered his keys, phone, wallet, and spare car key then reached for the door. Beacon just moved back out of the way and followed Kurt down to the kitchen where Dave waited.
In the car, Kurt sat rather impatiently while Dave drove. Beacon was in the backseat lying down on a blanket Dave had brought. Kurt thought that was nice so Beacon wouldn’t get his car all hairy. Dave’s face was a stone. Kurt couldn’t read it. He had so many questions, and so far hadn’t received a single answer. Kurt was feeding off of his adrenaline but was starting to give into his nerves.
“Okay - we’re in the car, now talk.” Kurt tried to sound forceful and hoped he pulled it off.
“I’m sorry I had to lie to you, Kurt. Believe me - it’s absolutely the last thing I wanted to do.”
Kurt looked at Dave’s face. It had changed to a softer expression. He was worried or remorseful, and Kurt knew he was being honest with those unsaid feelings. “…Lie to me about what?”
Dave just looked at Kurt and then back to driving, “The things you want to know...I’m sorry - I can’t tell you.”
“What!” Kurt exclaimed. “You promised.” It was nearly a whine, but he was promised - no expecting - answers, not lies.
Dave just stared ahead, silent.
“You owe me!” He said, but Dave didn’t change his gaze from the street ahead. “Dave!” Kurt yelled. “David!” he said again, but got nothing in return. Kurt was beginning to panic. He could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest. He couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes. He was scared for his dad and starting to be afraid for his own life. He was helpless and hated it, so he struck out the only way he knew how - physically. He tearfully pounded on Dave. It was more out of frustration than actual anger. He let go of everything as he swung fistfuls of resentment and pain. He couldn't help the outward sobbing that followed. Dave took it all and never flinched or moved away. It was almost as if Dave felt that he deserved the beating.
Kurt had mostly settled as they approached the garage. Dave parked and pointed to Kurt and told him to 'wait here.' Before Kurt objected, Dave told Beacon to 'protect and wait.'
Kurt watched helplessly as Dave exited the car. He reached for the door and was met with a fierce bark. Kurt couldn’t see anything from the passenger seat, so a minute later, Kurt started to move over to the driver's seat when Beacon growled softly.
"I'm just getting a better look; settle down." He eased over without another word from Beacon. Kurt couldn't see Dave and couldn't hear anything. No lights were on except for the security lights. Sure enough, his dad’s truck was there. Kurt was straining to hear anything when his phone rang and scared him half to death.
Swiping the screen Kurt answered the unfamiliar number, "Hello?" Kurt asked, wondering who would be calling him so late. It might be his dad although Kurt had those numbers listed in his phone.
"Kurt?" It was his teacher, Mr. Schuester from Glee club.
"Mr. Schue?" Kurt was confused. Was his dad with his teacher? "Is my dad with you?"
"Where are you?" the teacher asked. He sounded anxious.
"I'm at my dad’s garage. We’re looking for my dad. Dave said he might be in danger-"
"David…Karofsky?" he asked.
"Yes. I-"
"Is David there right now? Can he hear you?" the teacher sounded even more impatient.
"No. He's inside the shop looking for my dad." Kurt was about to explain why he was with Dave at the moment, but it sounded crazy. He was basically being held hostage by his own dog. Traitor.
"Kurt, listen to me very carefully. David Karofsky is very dangerous. Get away from him as fast as you can."
"What? Why?" Kurt was sick of all the secrecy.
"Meet me at the choir room. I have information for you about your father," he said. "Hurry!"
Silence. Kurt looked at his phone, but it had been disconnected. He tried redialing the number but was met with a fast busy signal. Kurt felt like his head was going to explode if someone didn't start explaining things soon. He didn't want to abandon Dave, but Mr. Schue seemed very adamant that Dave was someone bad. Kurt was running out of options. He could stay here and wait for Dave to get back, and not get answers since Dave had already said he couldn't give any. Or he could leave now and maybe get answers from his teacher.
Kurt jammed the spare key he hid in his pocket into the ignition and took off faster than was probably safe. His dad would say that it was definitely not good for the engine at least. He took a glance back in the rear view and tried to see if Dave was following, but with the dark of night and lack of streetlight, he couldn't tell. Considering his recent behavior, Kurt thought it was odd that Beacon didn't make a peep about leaving Dave.
Kurt reached the school in minutes and all of a sudden was in a quandary. Which entrance was unlocked? He figured that he might as well try the one closest to the choir room. Kurt parked the car and got out. He told Beacon to 'wait,' and finally the traitor did what he was told.
Kurt slowly made his way to the side entrance to the performing arts building and pulled on the handle.
Locked.
Crap.
Kurt walked farther around the building to the next entrance and it was locked as well. How in the hell was he supposed to get to the choir room if all the doors were locked? He was just about to give up when he noticed a window that was slightly open. He moved over to it quickly and double-checked. It was definitely one of the windows to the choir room.
It took a few tries, but Kurt finally grabbed a hold of one the ledge and pulled himself up. It was darker inside than it was outside, so he couldn't make out anything in the choir room. If it hadn't been for the musical notes on the window, he wouldn't even have been able to distinguish which room it was.
Carefully balancing himself, Kurt tried as quietly as he could to pry off the outside screen. Finally he just used his fist as a hammer and pounded it until it gave in. When the screen fell inside, it made a loud clatter on the choir room floor. Kurt pushed up on the window, but the security locks on the inside stopped the window with a 'click.' Thankfully, it was high enough that he was able to use one of his long arms to simultaneously release the lock and push up the window, a feat someone with stubbier arms wouldn't have been able to pull off.
Once inside, Kurt slowly made his way to the entrance, where the light switch would be. He could see a bit better now that his eyes had adjusted to the dark of the room. Before he reached the switch, Kurt smelled something. It was a foul, familiar-smelling stench. It reminded him of his dream. Kurt held his nose as he finally flicked the light switch.
As he turned to look around the room, Kurt was startled by a figure standing directly in front of him.
Blaine Anderson.
Chapter 6