Out of the Dark Chapter 2
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 2
The next day, Kurt had been successfully avoiding Karofsky all day. He’d talked with Blaine about his situation. Blaine explained it as a simple case, well a simple closet case. Kurt had no idea what to do or if he should do anything about it, but thankfully Blaine volunteered to take charge. Kurt knew Karofsky’s normal path. It was a necessary evil in order to avoid him. When Blaine showed up, Kurt was mindlessly playing with the ring he’d found.
Kurt scrunched his nose at an awful smell. He kept thinking that there must have been a sewer leak somewhere, but since Blaine didn’t seem to notice, Kurt didn’t say anything. “Thank you so much for helping with this. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t volunteered.” Kurt said, as they walked the outside common area.
“It’s my pleasure. After all, we out gays have to stick together, right?” Blaine said. Kurt nodded but was still nervously playing with the ring when Blaine spoke again.
“That’s pretty…where’d you get that?” Blaine said. Kurt looked up because Blaine’s tone had changed slightly. It was slightly more serious. Kurt was about to say he found it when he saw Karofsky approaching from the nearby stairwell.
Pointing at Karofsky, who looked like he would love to not have a conversation right now, Kurt said, “That’s him.”
Blaine stood tall, well as tall as he could considering that he was shorter than Kurt, who was shorter than Karofsky. When he spoke it was back to his light yet confident tone, “Excuse me. Kurt and I would like to talk to you.”
Karofsky looked just as confident, “About what?” Kurt noticed that Karofsky didn’t even ask who this guy was.
Blaine continued, “We want to talk to you about what happened yesterday.”
Karofsky just shrugged. “What happened yesterday?”
How could he not remember? Kurt thought. He must be lying. Kurt could vividly remember every detail. Not only was it his first kiss. He felt something. Of course, it was probably Stockholm Syndrome or something, but nevertheless, it happened.
“You kissed me.” Kurt said, hurt in his voice.
Karofsky just shrugged, “So what?”
Blaine took charge again, “Look - I just want you to know…you’re not alone.” He said that last word differently. It was meant to be comforting, but it was threatening somehow. Kurt didn’t have time to ponder before Karofsky was quickly moving toward Blaine. The Warbler didn’t resist and held his gloved-hands upwards in surrender. Blaine had said they were ‘driving gloves.’ Kurt never understood rich people.
As the large jock pinned Blaine against a nearby fence, Karofsky growled, “Do not mess with me.” It was an obvious threat, but it was somehow desperate. Something about Blaine or maybe what Blaine said just seemed to set Karofsky off. Kurt could feel the tension and wanted to end this.
Kurt moved toward Karofsky and put his hands on the boy’s chest, shoved and said, “You have got to stop this.” Kurt noticed that he hadn’t pushed as hard as he meant to, but Karofsky nearly jumped back. He gave Kurt a look of betrayal before turning and bounding down the stairs. This time Karofsky fled without an outburst.
When he turned to Blaine, Kurt expected to see someone who had just been attacked, but instead he saw something else: contentment, like Blaine wanted that reaction. But just as quickly, his face turned benevolent.
Blaine threw up his hands, “I guess he’s not coming out anytime soon.”
Kurt didn’t get the closure he wanted, so he sat on the steps defeated. It was his first kiss and the boy didn’t deny it, but he also didn’t really acknowledge it either. He was slowly twirling the ring on his finger again before he could help it. He tried to think about what he should do. Kissing wasn’t a crime, and if Karofsky was interested, he had a crappy way of showing it. Kurt didn’t believe in outing someone, so he would just wait for Karofsky to make the next move.
Kurt hated the way that sounded. Ugh.
After thanking Blaine for his efforts, Kurt decided to call it a day and go home. Blaine offered to buy him coffee, but he declined. Blaine insisted on at least giving him a ride home. Kurt had driven with Finn that morning. They weren’t brothers yet, but if Finn wanted to waste his gas, who was Kurt to argue? Besides, not having to explain - or make up something more like - to Finn why he was going home was a bonus.
The car ride with Blaine was pleasant. Kurt could sense that Blaine wanted to say something but just kept the conversation light. Kurt figured that maybe Blaine felt guilty about not really being able to help with Karofsky. Kurt thought it was weird though. Something in the way Blaine spoke set Dave off. If the situation were different, he would just ask Dave why he reacted that way.
Kurt froze. He was still in the car and they were about to pull up to Kurt’s house when he realized that he’d been referring to Karofsky as Dave in his head. What the heck was that? Was that even his name, or did Kurt just make that up? No. That was definitely Karofsky’s name. How could he know that? He must have heard Finn or someone else say it. Hmm. Kurt relaxed as they stepped out of the car. He’d have to think about it some other time. As they walked to the front door, Kurt wanted to stop thinking about Dave and figured that spending some time with Blaine could remedy that. After inviting Blaine in, he quickly accepts.
Upon reaching the front door, Kurt warns Blaine about Beacon. He’s not an unfriendly dog. He’s just untrusting of new people right away and might be protective of Kurt. Upon opening the door, the large malamute burst out like he’d been waiting for an invitation. But instead of protection, he seemed intent on attacking Blaine. The dog leaped onto Blaine’s chest making him fall back onto the porch. Kurt was caught off guard and almost forgot the command to for his dog, which stood atop his new friend.
“Beacon! Down!” Kurt yelled. “Down!” he repeated before the canine responded. Instead of just sitting, the dog sat in front of Kurt and bare-tooth growled. Blaine finally got back to his feet. Kurt didn’t even know Beacon could do that. He’d never in the eight years he has owned him ever responded to someone like that. “I am so sorry. Here” Kurt tried to pull Beacon’s collar back toward the door and failed. “Come…” he began. “Beacon…” Kurt almost whined.
After a few moments, Blaine just smiled softly and shrugged. “I guess he senses that I’ve never been much of a dog person.” Blaine looked from Beacon back to Kurt, “Well, I guess we’ll have to do a rain check.”
Kurt nodded an agreement. Blaine stuck his hand out to Kurt for a goodbye handshake, but was met with a fierce bark from Beacon.
With a curt wave, Blaine said his goodbyes and Kurt was able to coerce Beacon back inside. Kurt was going to have to ask his dad if he’d noticed Beacon acting weird lately.
School was really boring the next day. Even lunch was boring. Kurt just couldn’t concentrate on anything. A teacher would call his name, but he was staring off into space thinking about Beacon or Dave…Crap. Karofsky.
During, Glee Kurt finally had something to look forward to. They were being paired up for duets. He was hoping to get teamed with the new guy, Sam Evans. He was hot and sweet. He was probably gay too, but just wouldn’t come out already.
Kurt knew there was a chance he would get stuck with a girl, but he had overheard Santana talking about how she had this perfect song she wanted to sing with Brittany. Talk about coming out of the closet already.
Upon entering Glee club, Kurt was hit with a big huge brick. Well, two of them actually.
Mr. Schue was smiling proudly, like he’d invented something anything. He was standing at the front of the class with two people.
“Class, I’d like to introduce two new prospective members: Lauren Zizes and Dave Karofsky.”
Dave was his first name.
Kurt didn’t know what to feel. He hadn’t had an incident with Dave…ugh…Karofsky since the kiss, but he still didn’t want him around, especially not here, not in Glee. Before Kurt could open his mouth, Puck voiced his concern.
“What’re you doing here, Karofsky? Aren’t you worried you’ll catch the loser flu?”
Kurt half expected Karofsky to turn tail and leave, but he didn’t.
“Same as you, Puckerman. Now, shut up so I can audition, unless you’re afraid I’ll make you look bad.”
Kurt was surprised, but he kept his mouth shut. They did need twelve in order to compete in competitions.
“Settle down class…” Mr. Schue turned back to Karofsky and said, “Dave, do you have a song picked out?”
Karofsky glanced at Kurt and said, “Yes…but, can I talk with Kurt out in the hall for a second?”
That got ‘ooohs’ and catcalls to which Karofsky just shrugged off and rolled his eyes. Kurt looked at the other boy, trying to figure out what he was up to. Reluctantly, he exhaled a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and nodded.
He stood and walked toward the hall, Karofsky held the door for him, like a gentleman. Who was this guy?
In the hall, with the door closed so no one could hear, Kurt just stood there. He wanted to tap his foot, but it would be less out of annoyance and more out of impatience. This boy had been on his mind for days, and Kurt was tired of it. He wanted closure or something so it would stop.
Looking at Dave, it is Dave. Kurt didn’t see the bully, the guy that shoved him into lockers. In front of him was the frightened boy with the oh-so-warm hands that cupped his face and stole his first kiss. Kurt was about to ask what his problem was when the jock spoke.
“I’m sorry, Kurt.”
Kurt didn’t believe his ears. “What?”
“I-I’m sorry. I’m so freaking sorry; I never meant to frighten you.”
Kurt couldn’t help the disapproving sound that came out of his mouth, “Then you shouldn’t shove people into lockers. I-“
“I know.” Karofsky cut him off. “That was wrong of me…and I…I’m sorry about that.”
Kurt didn’t know what to say, and that was not like Kurt. This guy shoved him into lockers and then…ugh… “Why did you kiss me?”
“I don’t know…I-“
“You don’t know?” Kurt almost yelled but caught himself. “You stole my first kiss, and you don’t know why?”
Dave chuckled lightly, “God - you’re cute when you get feisty. I meant I don’t know why I did it then or like that. I kissed you because I like you.”
Kurt just stared at Dave for a second. That was the first time a guy had said he liked Kurt, not I like you as a friend. He also said Kurt was cute - that wasn’t so bad either. Dave had a nice smile too. When he wasn’t shoving people into lockers, he could be kind of sweet. No. No. No. This guy shoved him into lockers. That is not how you show affection. “Why did you shove me into lockers if you like me so much?”
Dave was in a trance. He seemed to be focusing on every movement Kurt made. It was like he was trying to soak up all he could since he didn’t have to be covert about it or something. Kurt was still waiting for an answer, so he cleared his throat.
Without breaking his gaze, Dave said, “Did you like it?”
“The locker shoving? Yea - it was a thrill a minute. Are you kidding me? I-“
“No” Dave started to chuckle again. “Not that…the kiss?”
Kurt looked away from Dave’s gaze with that question, “Umm…I don’t know…I haven’t given it much thought.” He lied.
Dave’s smile didn’t flinch, “Your first kiss and you haven’t given it much thought?” Dave said it like he was simultaneously proud and offended.
Kurt didn’t like Dave’s smugness. He definitely didn’t like how he just used his own words against him. “Look - if you like me so much, then why don’t you spend your time…I dunno… not shoving me into lockers…or protecting me instead of-“
“I was protecting you!” Dave nearly shouted. Kurt noticed that Dave’s breaths increased.
“Shhh.” Kurt touched Dave’s forearm to calm the boy. He was really upset. It was like he really believed it. “Okay, then tell me. How exactly was shoving me into lockers protecting me?” He said smiling trying to lighten Dave’s changed mood.
Before Dave could answer, Mr. Schue appeared at the door and informed them that it was Dave’s turn.
After re-entering the classroom, Kurt rejoined his friends and Dave stood alone at the front of the room. Kurt tried to pay attention to what Dave was singing, but all he could focus on was Dave himself. Kurt felt his heart pang, and he didn’t know why. Kurt could see the emotion in Dave’s face, and it was as if he was singing only to Kurt.
After he finished, Dave took a seat next to Lauren and the class voted them both into the club. After a few minutes of chatter, Mr. Schue told the class that it was time for the duet assignment match-ups. Somehow Kurt already knew he would be paired with Dave, so when their names were called, he got up and walked over to Dave. They both sat in adjacent seats.
“Can we meet after school and discuss what we want to sing?” Dave asked.
Kurt thought for a moment. It was Friday, and he couldn’t think of any reason to say no. “Sure. I’ll give you my address.”
Before he could do anything, the bell rang. As they stood, Dave faced Kurt and said, “I’ll find it. It’s not that big of a town. If it’s fate, I’ll be there by five.” Dave turned and walked out of the room. Kurt had no idea what that meant. If it’s fate, I’ll be there. He didn’t know anyone’s address except his own. Sure, he might know where a few friends lived, but no one else really. Kurt was walking toward the door when Finn literally bumped into him.
“Oops. Sorry Kurt.” Finn said with a typical goofy grin. “Hey, tell your dad we’ll be there by six.”
Kurt froze. Crap. It’s Friday - family dinner night. Trying to rectify the situation, he asked Finn if he had Karofsky’s number, but of course the universe wasn’t going to let it be that easy.
Chapter 3