Out of the Dark Chapter 6
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.
A/N For Papa Bear
Links
{ Chapter 1 } { Chapter 2 } { Chapter 3 } { Chapter 4 } { Chapter 5 } { Chapter 6 }
{ Chapter 7 } { Chapter 8 } { Chapter 9 } { Chapter 10 } { Chapter 11 } { Epilogue }
Part 6
Dave ran as fast as he could, his blood boiling. He couldn't believe that Kurt drove off. Of course he would find Kurt, but that wasn't the point. All Dave had done was protect Kurt. Okay, maybe he was falling for Kurt, and that was off limits, but Kurt had kissed him back.
Dave slowed his run to a fast jog and took in some new scents. He could smell at least two of them. Dave resumed the pace toward the school. Why was Kurt heading toward the school? The best answer was that they could only infest public, non-residential dwellings.
If Dave's instinct were correct, Kurt would be safe from infection. Dave couldn't explain it, but somehow he knew Kurt would be alright. Okay, Dave hoped he would be okay. Kurt was human after all and didn’t stand a chance against them.
Crossing the football field, Dave made his way toward the performing arts building. Suddenly, he stopped and sniffed. There were two in the building and one more in the east parking lot. Dave sensed he should go there first. Either it was just getting to the school or it was hunting someone. Dave bounded toward the sole car in the lot, Kurt's.
Dave could clearly see even in the dark that it was one of them. It was moving towards Kurt's car, but why? Dave sensed that Kurt was inside the building. As he approached, he could finally hear something, muffled barking coming from inside the car.
Beacon was trapped in Kurt's car.
XxXxX
Kurt was standing in the choir room looking at a smiling Blaine. He looked creepy somehow. It wasn't anything specific. He still had on his Warbler uniform, which was odd in itself. Of course, Kurt had never seen Blaine in anything else. How many uniforms did he own? And what was that smell?
"Blaine." Kurt tried to hide his nervousness with a smile. "What are you doing here?"
Blaine's expression was soft yet still something just wasn’t quite right. "Your teacher called me - he said you were in danger."
"Mr. Schue? He called you?" Kurt asked. Why would he call Blaine of all people?
Suddenly behind him another figure appeared.
"Yes," the teacher said, "I was very concerned about you." He was just as creepy as Blaine.
Kurt brought his hand up to cover his nose because of the smell, and said, "What is that smell? Can you smell that?"
The teacher and Blaine gave each other a quick look that Kurt didn't understand. Of course what was new about that? Kurt didn’t seem to understand anything lately.
Mr. Schue brought a gloved hand to Kurt's shoulder and started to guide him out into the hall. "I think we need to get you to a safe place. My car is parked just outside."
Kurt allowed the move but was cautious. He hadn't seen another car. They were acting suspicious and what the hell was that smell? As they walked down the hall, Kurt could feel the grip on his shoulder getting tighter, like he was being wrangled somewhere. He could feel the pressure slow down as they approached a janitor's closet.
Before Kurt could stop them, he was tossed and locked in the closet. The force with which he was tossed seemed more than he would have thought possible. It was like Kurt was some rag doll being thrown into a toy box. It was dark and there was no light. He started banging on the heavy wooden door and screaming out for help when the door suddenly opened and Blaine stepped in, moving towards him with a piece of cloth and duct tape. They were going to bind and gag him.
Kurt's fear must have reached astronomical levels because he could literally feel himself getting hotter, and he felt odd, anxious maybe. He backed up as the Warbler approached him. He tripped backward over an empty mop bucket and moved his hands back to brace his fall. That's when Blaine made his move.
Kurt cried out but was helpless as Blaine's gloved hand wrapped the sturdy, thick tape around his wrists. Blaine was trying to stuff the gag in his mouth when Kurt put his hands out in front of him defensively. Kurt used all his might to shove Blaine away, but what happened next was not what he expected.
A burst of bright white light emanating from Kurt's palms shot Blaine square in the chest. Blaine flew back against the door, stunned, and Blaine wasn't the only one. What the fuck was that? Was he dreaming? Even in his dream, it was either Dave or an unknown source that made that happen. Before Kurt could react, Blaine regained his faculties enough to escape the room and re-lock the door.
Kurt was in shock. He knew it. His heart was pounding out of his chest. He couldn't even comprehend what had happened. He actually shot light out from his palms. He tried to look at them to see if they seemed any different, but his wrists were still bound together, and it was still pitch black. Kurt drew a deep breath. If he couldn't get out, he was going to scream until Monday morning. Just as he was about to try and yell his loudest, he heard a commotion out in the hall. It wasn't just outside the door but it was close.
Suddenly he heard the doorknob jiggling; it couldn’t be Blaine because he had a key. Maybe he could be saved.
"Hey! There’s someone in here! I’m trapped! Hello?” He yelled.
A moment later the door was yanked off its hinges and thrown to the side.
It was Dave.
"Kurt. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" Dave looked concerned. Kurt took the opportunity to move toward the exit. He wanted to ask what happened to Blaine, but there was too much to take in. He'd just shot a bolt of light from his hands like freaking Zeus. If that wasn’t enough, Dave just removed an entire door and part of the frame that probably weighed over a hundred pounds as effortless as he would flipping a page of a book.
Dave must have known Kurt was freaking about because he quickly ripped the duct tape and visually checked him over.
"B-Blaine,” was all he could eek out.
Dave wrapped him in a warm hug, "Shh...it's okay. I got them. You're safe now." Kurt felt safe, but he also felt guilty for not trusting Dave.
He pulled back and looked at Dave's smiling face. "I'm s-sorry I l-left you..." He was tearing up and his voice cracked when he talked.
"Hey...shhh...no...don't be sorry." Dave squeezed another hug and held it. Kurt felt secure and it felt like home. "I'm the one that should be sorry," he whispered in Kurt's ear. Dave pulled back and took Kurt by the hand. They headed down the hall toward the exit. They passed two lifeless figures sprawled on the floor, Blaine and Mr. Schue. As they reached the exit, Dave said, "Come on, I found your dad."
Out at the car, Kurt could see broken glass on the ground. It didn't look like someone broke in but that someone or some dog broke out. Kurt could see the legs of a lifeless figure lying behind Kurt's car. Kurt turned his attention back to his car. Beacon was in the front seat, and lying in the back seat wrapped in a blanket was...
"Dad!" Kurt was sobbing openly now. Finally, he could see and feel his dad.
"Don't! Touch him." Dave nearly screamed.
"What? No! - why?" Kurt spat. He was not giving in.
"Don’t - You can get infected!" Dave's voice was stern. "They didn’t touch you, and did you notice they were wearing gloves?" Kurt nodded. He was obviously referring to Blaine and Mr. Schue, but so what? His dad wasn't one of those things.
"Yea. They both had gloves on. Blaine had them on the other day too. Was that really Blaine and Mr. Schue?” Kurt asked. It looked like them but…they smelled different somehow, he thought. “I can’t believe it. I thought he was going to kill me. Why would Blaine do that?”
"Make no mistake. That wasn't him. That was the thing that killed Blaine. Now get in. We have to get your dad to my place - He doesn’t have much time."
Dave got in the driver's seat while Beacon got in the back next to Burt and Kurt stood outside the car. He couldn't move. He was going to collapse. Someone was dead? Dave just casually said that Blaine was dead. Dead. Kurt turned away and felt his body give way to gravity as he slid down the side of the car. Sobbing apparently wasn't enough for his body; he cried out. There were so many emotions flowing through him that he couldn't distinguish fear from anger or desolation from desperation. He wanted to just lie there and not exist. Then at least his brain wouldn’t have to deal.
Noticing Kurt's emotional state, Dave quickly moved over to Kurt who didn't react. After a few minutes of crying and frustratingly pounding on Dave's chest, Kurt's eyes slowly glossed over. He wasn't looking at Dave or anything in particular, just...nothing. Kurt was withdrawn and unresponsive, and Dave was powerless to stop it. No matter how hard he shook Kurt or what he said, there was no response.
Dave frantically shoved Kurt in the car and drove away.
XxXxX
Upon arriving home, Dave carefully carried Kurt over one shoulder and blanket-wrapped Burt over the other, Beacon trailed behind. He'd hoped his dad was home, but he wasn't, so Dave would have to wait it out. He knew Burt wouldn't survive much longer if he didn’t start therapy soon.
He laid Burt on the sofa and carried Kurt to his bedroom just beyond the living area. He would be able to sense danger well before it happened, but told Beacon to ‘guard’ Burt for good measure. Lying Kurt on the bed, he hoped the boy would come out of it. He knew Kurt was a lot stronger than he looked, but this was a lot for anyone to take. This was especially true when a loved one was in danger, especially the person Kurt probably loved the most. After gently placing Kurt on the bed, Dave noticed the boy was shivering. It wasn't even a bit cold in the room, but he figured it was brought on by Kurt's condition.
After tending to Burt, Dave did the only thing he could think of to warm Kurt. The fastest way to heat up a human was through heat conduction - skin to skin contact. Dave quickly stripped Kurt's clothes and then removed his own and snuggled behind the smaller, shivering body. He wrapped his arms around Kurt enveloping him with as much heat as he could muster and threaded his legs between the smaller boy's. Kurt's body wasn't necessarily cold, but it was definitely cooler than Dave expected. Kurt's body was smooth and soft like nothing Dave had ever touched, not so intimately anyway. Kurt's frame was lithe and smaller, but Dave could feel the firm muscles hidden under the skin. Kurt’s musculature was actually pretty impressive. He had rather well defined arms, chest and a tight little bubble butt. Dave wondered why Kurt would hide his body under so many layers.
XxXxX
Kurt awoke slowly. He felt groggy and he needed to pee, but as his eyes fluttered open, he couldn't tell where he was. He could see that it was daytime, and the room was smaller than his own. He felt warm, more comfortable than hot. He almost felt like he had pajamas on - he was so warm. Kurt could feel heaviness on top of him. Beacon had been known to break the rules occasionally and sleep on Kurt's bed. He was on his side, facing the strange door, so he slowly started to roll over. He would have to re-explain the rules to his dog. Just as he started rolling he heard a strange sound coming from Beacon. It sounded like a soft growl or subtle snarl. If he didn't know any better, Kurt could have sworn Beacon was...purring. Kurt quickly turned his head, almost craning it to the point of pain to see that he wasn't crazy.
It was a sleeping Dave.
Kurt inadvertently gasped, and just as suddenly the purring stopped. Dave's eyes fluttered open slightly and then closed again, and a smile crept over Dave's face. Kurt jumped out of the bed so fast that he slightly twisted his ankle on a pair of shoes that were left next to the bed.
"Ow!" Kurt whisper-shouted. He was in pain, but he didn't want to wake Dave up fully.
Too late.
Dave was suddenly standing there holding him just as fast and just as naked. Oh God. Kurt was naked. How did he get naked? Why was Dave naked? Did Dave force himself on him while Kurt was sleeping? Kurt had to assume that Dave was capable of that; he was capable of so many other things. Dave could hear things that normal people couldn't. Sure, he tried to pass it off like he didn't have super hearing, but Kurt wasn't that dumb. Okay, maybe after waking up naked with an equally naked Dave wasn't the best time to make that statement, but still.
"Why are we naked?" Kurt started. Dave still had his hands on Kurt's shoulders steadying him. He didn't need Dave's help. "...and let go of me." Kurt's voice was firmer than he thought possible under the circumstances.
Dave slowly released Kurt, and stepped over to the small dresser. He opened it and pulled out a thin white robe and tossed it to Kurt. "You were shivering, and direct contact was the best way to warm you."
Kurt had the robe on quickly, and rubbed his shoulders for warmth. Now that he wasn't snuggled against Dave's heat-blanket of a body, he was getting cold. "Why was I shivering? And...what are you? Are you a werewolf?" That last question he'd just blurted out. It sounded crazy, and Kurt knew it, but Dave was always so warm, warmer than a person should be. Maybe it was the fact that he'd just watched the latest Twilight movie. Dave seemed to hear things only a dog could hear, and that janitor's closet door was solid oak, Kurt was sure of it. Kurt banged on it enough from the inside to know just how sturdy it was, and Dave tossed it like it was a dirty old work shirt that was being discarded into the hamper. Work shirt. That reminded Kurt about the work shirt Dave wore of his dad's. Of course, Dave wasn't wearing that or any other shirt. He looked at Dave and his beautiful, perfect body. Dave had a layer of stubble that had grown since he’d last been awake. It was sexy and…if Dave wasn't a...whatever he was...God...why couldn't this all be a dream...
The dream... Kurt just remembered he'd had another dream, but...somehow it was different. Usually, he remembered his dreams, but for some reason he just had a feeling that he'd had a dream rather than remembering it vividly like normal. He was straining against his memory when Dave started to chuckle.
"No. I am most definitely not a werewolf." Dave still hadn't covered himself as Kurt averted his eyes. He hadn't seen anybody else naked...ever, not even when he was briefly on the football team or during gym class. He either changed in a stall and showered at home, or waited till it was free and clear to shower privately. Sure, he’d looked at porn once or twice, but that wasn’t standing in front of him. Dave seemed so comfortable at being without clothes that it made Kurt more uncomfortable, if that were even possible. Dave must have realized how Kurt was avoiding anything in Dave's direction because he hurriedly put on boxers before speaking again. "You know those aren't real. Right?"
Kurt sighed. Of course he knew werewolves weren't real. He'd gone through a lot recently and wasn't sure now what was real and what wasn't, what happened and what was imagined. Kurt couldn't help the shiver that started. Dave just stepped closer.
"Kurt, come here. You're still shaking. Let me warm you up." Kurt didn’t move. He was still suspicious of Dave's motives and Dave could tell. "I promise...truly, I promise I don't have ulterior motives. I only want you to be warm...and safe."
Kurt just gave in. He was freaking cold and hadn't been while snuggling with Dave just a few minutes ago. He felt so helpless, but Dave was so warm and comforting. Just for a minute he wanted to just forget everything that was going on and just breathe. He didn't want to think about Dave or Blaine or Mr. Schue or his dad...Oh crap...
"My dad-"
"...is fine...he's healing...slowly..."
"Healing from what? What happened to him?"
Dave squeezed Kurt into a quick hug before pulling away. "Your clothes are clean and in the bathroom. It’s the room just across the hall. You can shower if you like. Join me in the living room when you're finished. There are a few people that want to meet you." Dave rubbed Kurt's shoulders one last time and exited the room.
Chapter 7