Kiss
Summary: Looking for Alaska, Kevin Richman/ Longwell Chase, the colonel sees them kissing and then he writes some homophobic slur on their dorm room door and then they just decide to be out and proud thing
TW: Homophobic language
Kevin wasn’t expecting Chase to follow him when he asked, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Chase to be returning the kiss they were sharing.
He can hear the scraping of a doorway, or maybe it’s boots and catches the back of the Colonel’s head and the dread that sinks in his stomach doesn’t go away no matter how much Chase assures him he doesn’t want to break it off, not that they had started anything in the first place.
”Babe don’t worry, we don’t have to say anything. We can keep it hidden.”
“I don’t want to hide you! I don’t want us to have to hide.”
“We don’t have to.”Kevin assures, waiting for Chase to change his mind again. He doesn’t and Kevin slowly prepares himself for whatever reaction the school will have.
Chase is the one to find the door covered in bright red spray paint. Chase doesn’t actually tell him, taking pictures and contacting the resident on the floor to make a formal complaint. When Kevin makes it back, a quick text from Chase asking him back to the dorm room, he’s a little shocked to find the campus police standing by the door taking pictures and calmly talking to Chase about it. It makes Kevin a little sick to see the red dripping onto the floor still, clearly whoever had done it hadn’t taken long, they’d probably gotten wind of what was going on from yesterday. Kevin wonders who else had seen them. The campus police assure them that they’ll do everything they can to help and they’re labelling it a hate crime, which surprised Kevin, he expected everyone to take the vandals side but most people seem upset for him, or commenting he’s in shock with how little he’s reacting to the current issue on his door.
Chase scowls at the word, bright red and unmissable ‘faggot’ is plastered across the entire doorframe.
Kevin’s laying across Chase’s stomach, legs dangling off the bed.
“So the cops are actually going to do something?”
“Apparently. We just have to wait for them to actually review the camera footage.”
“How much are we betting it’s Colonel?”
“I don’t want to think about who it is.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“About who it is? Or in general?”
“Both, all of the above I guess?”
“I want to be with you. I don’t want to hide that, ever.”
“Good I don’t want to hide it either.”
They decide again in the morning, after waking up tangled in each other, and laughing at the thought of anyone else having woken them up besides the alarm they have. They agree that
“Ready?” Chase asks and nudges the doorway of their shared class.
“Of course. Let’s go.”
Neither of them look around, but that can’t hear any jokes or jeering, and as they walk a little farther into class, finally letting go of each others hands to sit down in their seat, they still wait, Kevin’s not aware he’s been holding his breath until Chase nudges him and he coughs.
No one seems to notice they’re together and they make it to lunch without anyone saying anything, of course Colonel notices their clasped hands and he offers rueful smirk, before standing and sauntering over to them.
“You two need to cut this gay shit out or there will be far worse than the word faggot splattered on your door.”
“Funny cops made sure no one could read it, since me and Chase were the only ones to see it before they wiped most of it off. Never put that in any of the reports or papers.” Kevin smirks back and Colonel looks nervously around, a few people having heard and starting to glare, or turn clearly interested in the rest of the conversation.
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