The Ghost and Mr. Hummel (1/9)
Title: The Ghost and Mr. Hummel
By: SnarkItOut/SnarkyGirl101
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 14k
Genre: General, Supernatural, Romance
Warning: Mild language, mention of suicide, innuendo
Summary: When Kurt and his new family moved into their house, his room turned out to be a little more odd than he thought-now that’s he’s rooming with a ghost. Making friends with Dave Karofsky, the teenage spirit, isn’t the hard part, it’s figuring out how he died.
A/N: I got the idea for this through pink-mama and her love for The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. And heck, a ‘haunting’ romance is never something to pass up the chance at. ;]
The wonderful art and breaks were made by moushkas And her masterpost is here
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To say that the Hummel-Hudson family started out with a smooth, easy transition would be a lie. There was the whole misguided crush, illness and fights that got in the way, but when the wedding happened, it felt like things were finally going right.
When they became one slightly crazy family, the first order of business was buying a bigger home. Finn cared little where it was, so long as there was a TV in his room to play his Xbox. Kurt was the one that involved himself with the purchase, vetoing many floor plans much to Carole and Burt’s bemusement.
It was only after searching all of Lima that they found the perfect house, within the McKinley High district, far enough away from the puck heads, and with enough space to fit them all with room to spare. After a long weekend hauling their combined belongings across town, Kurt was finally settling into his room, all of his boxes stacked in neat columns, ready to be organized.
“This is the beginning of a beautiful symbiotic relationship,” sighed Kurt happily. He patted the rack of clothes neatly put away after hours of hard work.
“Are you talking to your closet?” Kurt looked over to the door to see Finn’s confused face. “’Cause that’s kinda weird.”
“Weird just like when you yell at your Xbox for no reason?” asked Kurt with an arched eyebrow.
“At least there’s people online that will respond back-if your closet did, I’d be calling one of those exorgasmists.”
“Exorcist, Finn,” said Kurt, willing himself from pinching the bridge of his nose. “Exorcist.”
“Whatever. Are you gonna come down? Burt and Mom ordered pizza-healthy pizza, just so you know,” grumbled Finn.
“Either way, it’s pizza, I didn’t think you would even care,” teased Kurt.
“You’re right. So….” Finn looked around the room, and then looked to Kurt. “Are you coming or do you want to finish speaking to your socks?”
“I’ll be down in a minute, I swear,” said Kurt.
Finn rolled his eyes, not believing him. “Alright.”
Kurt went back to the boxes that still needed to be unpacked when he was startled by a gust of wind. “Funny, I didn’t open a window,” he murmured.
Then another voice rang through the room saying, “that’s because you didn’t.”
Kurt froze for a moment, and then quickly spun around to see a young man in a varsity jacket. Either he was hallucinating or some jock had snuck into his room to vandalize his clothes, a thought which worried him greatly. Or worse, someone who intended to hurt him. He tried debating how long it would take his dad or Finn to get up the stairs if he screamed versus the jock wrapping his hands around his neck.
Kurt edged slightly toward the door, trying to come up with an escape route. “Who are you?” Kurt asked. “How did you get in here?”
“Pft, I’ve been here way longer than you, Fancy,” said the young man. “As for who I am? Dave Karofsky, ghost haunter extraordinaire.”
Kurt stopped for a moment, forgetting the escape plan. “A ghost?” scoffed Kurt. He looked at Dave critically. He didn’t look out of the ordinary, and he certainly wasn’t floating. He looked like a solid athlete, a young guy in his prime with a head of short brown curls. Dave looked like flesh and bone to him, not at all like a spectre.
“Yeah, a spook, a spectral being, the thing that goes bump in the night. Take your pick,” said Dave with a grin.
“Prove it.”
Dave rolled his eyes, having fully expected this to happen. Dave walked up to Kurt and raised his hand in a motion that made Kurt flinch only to feel a gust of cold air on his face. He shivered lightly, and realized that Dave’s hand went completely through his face and he only felt a slight temperature change, as if a fan had been turned on.
“Believe me now?” asked Dave.
“Um,” started Kurt. “Yes, unless I’ve gone crazy.”
“I’m not sure about that. I can’t really vouch for you when I heard you conversing with a pair of suspenders.” Dave grinned teasingly as Kurt gave him a grumpy look.
“I was not; that at least tells me you weren’t here the whole time.” Kurt felt the overwhelming desire to glare Dave to death-- well, more than he was already. “Are you here all the time? Why are you here?”
“How ‘bout we talk about that later, after you’ve had dinner with your family? Pretty sure they’re waiting for you.” Kurt looked at Dave fidget for a moment and sighed.
This was all a little weird, thought Kurt. If anyone had asked him about ghosts a few minutes ago, he would have scoffed at the idea. But the evidence was stacked on the side of ghosts, so he’d let it slide for now. “Alright, but eventually I want answers.”
Dave nodded, giving a small smile. “Promise.”
It was a long day of organizing the house, trying to get his room to look the way he wanted it. Also there was helping Finn figure out what he had put in his boxes. Needless to say, Kurt saw too much useless pieces of crap for one lifetime, let alone in one room, and it left him feeling drained. Kurt was ready to call it a day and go to sleep. It would be better to try to finish the rest in the morning.
He pulled his favorite pair of pajamas - a blue silk set - from his dresser, preparing for bed. Maybe it was a little silly, but he liked the texture of them on his skin, and they made him feel like a young man from the 50’s. He began to strip, carefully putting his dirty clothes in the hamper when he felt a cool breeze on his neck.
Frowning, he looked over to the window to realize it wasn’t open. Then it hit him; he realized that it must be Dave.
“Dave?” called Kurt. He looked over his shoulder, and there was Dave sitting at his desk.
“Yeah?” answered Dave.
Kurt self-consciously pulled his pajama shirt on, saying, “is there a reason why you’re in here while I’m getting dressed?”
“Uh,” Dave started, “because you’re a guy?”
“That doesn’t mean that it’s okay to be in here while I’m getting dressed!”
“Dude, chill, we’re both guys.”
“Don’t tell me to chill, and stop sounding like Finn!” said Kurt, annoyed.
Dave shrugged, twiddling his thumbs. “Sorry. I just don’t see what the big deal is.”
“It’s just…” said Kurt. “I’ve never shared a room before, especially with a boy. There was that failed attempt with Finn a few months ago, and that did not go well at all.”
“I’m not Finn,” pointed out Dave. “I don’t care about this stuff; I’ve spent years in the locker room with half naked guys running around. It doesn’t faze me.”
“Space issues,” said Kurt, “and having problems in the locker room never helped me. That, and my body isn’t that great; it’s all chubby and pale…”
“What are you talking about?” said Dave, incredulous. “So you don’t have a tan, that’s a good thing. First, you’d look really creepy with an Oompa Loompa tan, and then you’re saving yourself from skin cancer.
“And from what I see, there’s no chub on your body, except maybe on those adorable cheeks of yours,” said Dave with a grin. Kurt blushed, not sure what cheeks he was referring to. Looking down to see he was only wearing his boxer briefs, he had an idea of which ones. “And I know chub,” said Dave, poking his own belly.
“Now you’re just being silly,” grumbled Kurt, sliding on the pajama pants. “There’s a difference between chub and muscle, and I’m pretty sure the majority of your body is muscle.”
“Aha!” said Dave. “See? The same can be said for you, so it’s not chub.”
Kurt raised his eyebrow at Dave, and said, “Are you happy to win?”
“Yes,” said Dave smugly. “I like winning.”
“Congratulations,” Kurt said dryly. He moved over this bed, pulling down the maroon covers. After settling into the sheets, he laid down and sighed contentedly.
“Hey Kurt?”
“Hmm?”
“You do realize that despite the fact I just met you, you’re pretty awesome?”
Kurt turned over onto his side, looking at Dave with a confused look. “Thank you?”
“I just think that you should know that. I didn’t want you to go around tomorrow without knowing the obvious,” said Dave with a grin.
Kurt rolled his eyes, turning back over. He turned off his lamp on the nightstand, and settled back onto his pillow. “Goodnight Dave.”
“Goodnight Kurt.”