Out of the Dark Chapter 10
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 10
The sun felt so nice on his face. The grass was cool beneath his back. Even with his eyes closed, he knew right where he was, and it helped him feel centered. It was like he was getting energy from the sun like a human solar panel. He felt great. He just wished Dave was there too. Opening his eyes, he focused on the bright sun above before turning his head to the side to look at the field. He looked to the right before looking to the left. When he did, he saw something new. He saw Dave lying next to him basking in the same heat and light.
As he focused in on Dave, the other boy opened his eyes, turned his head and looked back at him, smiling. Lying at his side, Dave reached his hand over to cup Kurt's hand. Somehow Dave's hand was warmer that the sun. Kurt couldn’t help but to return the smile. As Kurt looked down at their intertwined hands, his eyes wound up Dave's wrist to his exposed bicep. That was when Kurt noticed that Dave wasn't wearing a shirt. He gazed over Dave's broad tanned chest and up to his face. His eyes were closed again, but he's still smiling, like he knew Kurt was gawking.
Kurt returned to his back and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, Dave was on top of Kurt with a wicked smile and heated eyes. Kurt was helpless but to trail his eyes down to Dave's chest and even further, but that was when he realized that he was shirtless as well. Soon Dave's scruffy face was deeply nuzzling Kurt's neck, leaving a parade of kisses in the wake. Kurt could feel the thick rigidness of Dave's firm erection pressing hard against his thigh with every grind. He could also feel his own hardening cock fleshing against his lower abdomen. With his arms on either side of Kurt’s cheeks, Dave pushed up slightly and just stared at Kurt's face. He had a smirk on his lips, and he could see Dave's eyes looking him over and landing on his lips. Dave's smile widens and he moves in for a kiss.
Suddenly it grew dark. The sky overhead was now dark gray covered clouds, and even with Dave's warmth on top of him, he felt cold. Why now? Why here? This was his safe place. As soon as Dave rolled off of him, Dave was instantly enveloped in a dark shadow. He could hear Dave scream in pain. When he looked back to Kurt, Dave’s eyes were like pitch black globes. This couldn’t be happening. Kurt was frightened and opened his mouth to scream.
Snapping awake, Kurt bolted upright in bed. Dave was next to him, the covers down to his waist, showing off his beautiful chest. Stop thinking about his chest, he chided himself. Kurt still had that sinking feeling from his dream that Dave was in trouble. Anytime he'd wake from his dreams, any bad feelings he had always went away - they stayed in the dream but not this time. He needed to wake Dave. There was a smile on the sleeping boy's face, like in the dream, and he hated to do it, but Kurt felt an urgency to wake Dave. He needed to make sure this nightmare wasn’t real.
"David." Kurt said shaking Dave. When Dave's eyes snapped open, he half-expected them to be the black globes like from the dream, but they were his normal golden honey with a tinge of green and brown.
The smile returning to Dave’s face, he rolled over and wrapped his arm around Kurt's torso and snuggled into Kurt's shoulder. "Hmm?" Dave hummed. "Are you hungry? You should be..." He said sleepily.
"I had a dream." He said quickly.
"I know - I had the same dream. Hey, if you're not hungry, maybe we could continue where the dream left off." Dave had the same wolfish grin he had in the dream. It was confident and sexy, but Kurt couldn't shake what happened next in the dream.
"No - I"
"Come on, Babe, don't make me beg," Dave began as he rolled and moved up towards Kurt's face. Dave could see the concern on Kurt's face. Dave sat upright in an instant and said, "What is it?"
"In my dream," he began. "We were about to kiss, but then it got dark, and you were...I don't know...you were covered in shadows - literal shadows...and your face - your eyes changed - like you were...possessed...and..." Dave could tell Kurt was starting to sound hysterical.
Dave leaned in for a comforting hug, "Shh...shh." He gave Kurt an extra squeeze and continued, "I can't get infected...I’m immune."
Kurt couldn't contain his tears, through sniffled breaths he said, "but what about possession...it was so real...I just can't...I don't know what I would do if..."
Dave could feel Kurt's body shake as he started to sob. He pulled back and looked Kurt in the eyes, "Listen to me...it was just a dream. I promise I can't get infected or possessed or anything. Our bodies are naturally repellant, plus if anything were to ever happen - which it won't - you have Beacon to protect you."
"Beacon? How is he going to protect me?" Kurt asked.
"Just like solar casting repels and heals, Beacon's saliva can heal the infected...and..." Dave began. "I know you were a bit out of it, but do you remember at McKinley the other night? When we got back to your car? There was that man lying on the ground behind your car?"
Kurt thought about it. That night was such a blur. He remembered Blaine...ugh...and the janitor's closet and the light shooting out of him...and Dave saving him...and...getting out to his car...and...yes, there was a body on the ground behind his car..."Yes, I remember that."
"I was just about to reach your car, and I could sense one of them near your car, but before I got there, Beacon busted out and attacked him...to protect me...the guy did not get back up - whatever's in his saliva neutralizes them. Then he helped sniff out your dad for me. That's when I went to find you." Dave said slowly caressing Kurt's cheek.
Mentioning Beacon made Kurt remember the photo of young Dave with a dog named Beacon. "Can I ask you a question?"
Dave hummed a response as he leaned in and kissed Kurt's temple.
"On the bookshelf near the fireplace, there's a photo of you as a kid. It has a dog named Beacon. Do you just like the name, or..?" Kurt asked.
Dave chuckled slightly as he pulled back again, "Same dog."
"That's impossible." Kurt shook his head. "He was an adult dog in that picture, and that was like twenty years ago. Even if he could live that long, I got him as a puppy eight years ago." He tried his best to make a buzzer noise. "Try again."
That made Dave smile. "Ooh. A sports reference. I didn't know you had it in you." He teased. "Too bad you’re wrong."
"Whaaat?" Kurt whined.
"Beacon is the last of a special breed called Phoenix." Dave said. "When he dies, he gets reborn as a puppy. My dad said he witnessed it once before I was born, and I've seen it twice myself. I don’t know how it happens - it just does."
Kurt was skeptical. "You're telling me that my dog - your dog - is over 20 years old and when he dies, he what? Bursts into flames? You have to admit it sounds crazy."
"Well to be fair, he doesn't exactly burst into flames. It looks more like his whole body is enveloped by the sun. It is kind of crazy."
"You're serious?" Kurt's eyes were wide. "Basically, you're telling me that my dog can never die?"
"Well for starters, he's my dog, but yes, as far as we know he will regenerate forever."
"Okay - if what I saw in your - what did you call it? Melding dream?"
Dave nodded.
"...was true, then technically you gave him to me, so..."
Dave smiled and pushed himself on top of Kurt, their bare chests pressed against each other. He leaned down and nuzzled Kurt's neck and kissed up his jaw to Kurt's waiting lips. After a few moments, Dave lifted himself up and smiled at Kurt, "Okay. I guess then it’s only fair that we share custody."
Kurt knew that whatever he said, Beacon would probably always respond to Dave's commands, but it was sweet that Dave made the gesture.
They were just getting into a snuggle when Dave’s head jerked to the side.
“They’re here.” Dave said as if he were listening to the air.
Kurt was about to speak when Dave continued, "and…FUCK…they didn’t all make it…”
XxXxX
Paul was scared. He was shakily driving to the cabin, and they were hours late. Thankfully they’d be there soon. He wiped his sweat-soaked brow with the back of his still-bloodied hand. If they had gotten the knife away from her a minute sooner then maybe at least one of the two lives could have been saved.
Burt was sitting catatonic in the seat next to him, and Sue was in the rear with a wounded Finn and a dying patient. Sue Sylvester could be the meanest person alive, but if someone she cared for was hurt or hurting, her mothering instincts kicked in. None of them had seen it coming.
After parting ways with Dave and Kurt, Burt called ahead and just told Carole that they needed to pack quickly and only enough for an overnight trip because he wasn't sure when they'd be back. The group arrived at Carole and Finn’s house, and Beacon seemed to immediately sense something was wrong, but neither Carole nor Finn were infected, so they figured they had better hurry. Emma was quickly helping Carole carry one of her bags when Emma suddenly screamed. Carole had stabbed her with a six-inch hunting knife multiple times, killing her almost instantly. The knife belonged to Finn and was the only thing he had left of his father.
Finn tried to stop his mother, but unbeknownst to the group she was possessed. Instead of killing Finn, Carole grabbed him by the throat and shoved him. His eyes glowed black for an instant before he dropped to the ground, lifeless. Burt was about to charge, but Paul held him back and warned about being touched, but Sue with gloved hands went in for the attack.
Beacon pulled an unconscious Finn out of harm’s way. Dutifully, Beacon bit Finn on the neck and held the boy, while his tongue licked saliva into the wound. Burt yelled at Beacon and moved toward him, but Paul held him back once again and tried to reassure Burt that Beacon was attempting to cure the sickness.
During the fight, Sue shoved Carole to knock her off balance. The possessed woman fell a few feet from the Alaskan malamute that was still busy with Finn. Just as Sue was about to reach her, Carole used the fallen hunting knife and stabbed Beacon in the side of his chest. Beacon let out a startling yelp that enraged Sue. She pinned Carole face-down, grabbed the knife and brutally stabbed her in the back of the head.
With a choked gasp, the figure slumped and lay motionless.
Burt screamed out.
Paul could see how the scene had affected Burt. His fiancé had just attacked her own son, murdered Emma and stabbed his dog. Burt’s life was perfect just yesterday. In the span of a few minutes, two people were dead and two lives hung in the balance.
Lying on the ground bleeding, Beacon was still licking Finn’s wounds when suddenly Finn gasped deeply as his eyes flew wide open. They were his normal-colored eyes and showed no signs of their previous evil-looking black.
When Finn awoke, Sue explained as politely as she could that his mother had been possessed, and killed Emma, and fatally wounded Beacon.
Paul bandaged up Finn, before stating that they had to leave. Finn insisted that they needed to bury his mother and felt that they couldn't just leave Emma. Sue felt they should leave, but Burt wanted to honor Finn's request. Sue and Paul were arguing over what they should do when they saw Finn and Burt kneeling by Carole’s body, both sobbing and caressing her through her clothes careful not to touch her.
Sue conceded that the two needed closure for the deceased mother and almost-wife. After driving nearly two hours out of the way, they finally buried the women in separate graves and departed for the cabin. The gravesite was where Finn’s maternal grandparents were laid to rest. Finn was having difficult coming to terms that he was essentially an orphan. Burt clung to Finn like he was his own. He promised Finn that he would be a son. Burt could hear Beacon whimpering in pain in the back of the Hummer.
Hours later, morning had risen. They finally arrived at the cabin, tired, bloodied and betrayed.
Chapter 11