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Rule 2: Answer questions that are given to you and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people.
Rule 4: Let them know you tagged them.
(answer just the 11 new questions, not all 22)
LETS GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD
1) If you could live in any fictional world, which one would it be?
Haha, the Mass Effect universe, because space travel, advanced medicine, other species... let's face it, I just really wanna bang a turian....
2) What character in anything do you most identify with? 1 reason?
My mind immediately went 'Hermione', because she was the first female character I really felt connected to. I was a lot like young Hermione when I was younger.
3) What creeps you out the most?
The thing is, I am a scientist, I don't believe in anything supernatural but somehow the horror movies that scare me the most are all based on supernatural things and I will literally not be able to sleep for weeks after watching one.
4) Favorite bad guy.
Oooooh that's hard! I'm going with Petyr Baelish for now, we'll see how bad he turns out to be.
5) 1 food you’d rather not even be in the same room with.
Mustard.
6) What super power would you not want to have?
Superstrength. I'd just end up killing people and breaking shit
7) Do you have any superstitions?
I don't think so, but I do hope that karma exists to a degree.
8) 1 thing you like about yourself.
My ability to obsess over things I like to the point where I can just bliss myself out with feels that leave me marinating in happiness
9) 1 person on Tumblr you really admire.
You only want me to name one? Damn, I really admire dorkforklaine, her mind is just gorgeous and she's one of the smartest people I've ever met on the internet.
10) What do you want to be when you grow up? (I don’t care how old you are. You’ll be growing up until you die.)
I want to be a chemist... but when i'm not working I really wanna write a novel and get it published at some point
11) If you could be sure it wouldn’t kill you, what animal (real or mythical) would you most like to have as a pet?
A wolf!
NEW QUESTIONS:
1) Name your current #1 fictional character you wanna marry.
2) If you had a million dollars at your disposal right now, what would you do with it?
3) What was your gateway fandom?
4) Computer simulations make a massive leap forward and suddenly watching fanfiction is possible? What's the first fanfiction you would go and watch?
5) What's your favorite physical possession?
6) If you got stranded on a wifi-free island, what tumblr user would you prefer to get stranded with?
7) Who infuriates you the most? (irl or fictional)
8) I offer you a superpower with a consequence:
The power: You gain the ability to slap people in the face with your mind. They will feel slapped and never know it was you.
The consequence: Whenever you use this power a kitten/puppy (the one you find cuter) dies.
Do you take the superpower and if you do, how many slaps do you think will happen on the first day?
9) Knock knock! Who's there you ask? It's the Doctor, Gandalf and Sherlock, they all wanna take you on an adventure, who do you go with?
10) If you lived in the Pokemon universe, which pokemon would you want to be your pet?
11) What would be your biggest fear about meeting me irl?
Dialogue Only Drabble - Awkward Moments - Scisaac and Stanny
[For the anon who asked for Scott and Stiles awkwardly coming out to one another]
“Scott, can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Well, you’re okay with guys liking guys, right?”
“Of course I am!”
“Good, cause it’s totally the same thing. Who really cares if you like girls or dudes, right? It’s all the same. It doesn’t really matter what junk they’ve got. It’s all being in love with someone and love’s like a good thing…”
“Exactly. Some people might even like both. It doesn’t matter to them what you got, as long as they like you.”
“Yeah, care is the most important. You’re supposed to care about who you’re with. Oh and have chemistry too!”
"Chemistry is very, very important. Sometimes you can bicker and fight, possibly annoying the hell out of each other, but have explosive, awesome chemistry. You have a lot of great chemistry with people sometimes.”
“Yeah. There’s a lot of amazing girls out there, like Allison, but there’s a lot of great guys, like say Isaac.”
“Isaac?”
“Yeah, Isaac is sort of the perfect guy. He’s strong, loyal and really nice to talk to. He’s someone that you could connect with, easily. He’s brave and strong and that’s admirable… He’s also really attractive. All the girls at school look at him, even though I don’t think he pays much attention to that. He shouldn’t pay attention to that.”
“Well, what about Danny? He’s gay, which is always good if you happen to like boys. He’s athletic, and snarky and funny and has a great sense of humor. He’s super intelligent and really insightful about things. He sees a lot of details that people tend to miss.”
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Author: vkdemon
Recipient: teamkarofsky
Prompt: Slavery AU. One gets the other as a slave because their parents/relatives think it’ll be a way to get those “gay urges” taken care of in a socially acceptable manner.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4,400
Authors Notes: I apologize for this fic. It's definitely not my best and might be one of my worst. I wish I did a better job for you. *bow*
AO3 || LJ
Title: What You Want and Need
The slave was huge.
"I can't believe this is their gift." Kurt scoffed, walking past the man frozen on the floor of the Hummel Living Room. "Oh, all the... I make a single comment about the possibility of calling off the wedding and they purchase me a..."
"Kurt, don't be rude, at least name him." Burt sighed, knowing the gift slave from his fiance's family would not go over well.
"I don't want him!" Kurt huffed and the kneeling man didn't even flinch. "I want someone I desire, not some arranged marriage. Not a girl!"
"Kurt, this marriage was set in motion years ago. It's expected for a man with your appetites to take someone to... satisfy your needs. You like Quinn, she's been your best friend for years." Burt tried to reason with his stubborn child.
"It's not fair! I don't want some Heavy..."
"Sirs... This slave is not a Heavy. If you please, Sirs, Master Fabray forwarded the papers along. This slave is a Body class and Tutor class." The bulky slave spoke and Kurt found himself surprised by the softness of his voice.
"You're built like a Heavy Labor class slave." Kurt moved in front of his new possession, looking down at the body it came with. "So you're educated. How civil, I can have you around and claim you are here to help me with college. All the while my 'unnatural' urges get taken care of by way of your skills."
The slave knew better than to respond to the vitriol in Kurt's tone. Burt nodded at the new servant when Kurt went storming up the stairs. The servant followed until he was shut in Kurt's room, alone with the pacing man.
"A Body slave. I can't believe they gave me a sex slave. I don't like her, even if I did... do things with you. I can't like her. I just want to live my own life. And now you." Kurt turned on his heel, acknowledging the other man in the room. "You are sent here to what? Make sure I stay complacent? I hate this. I don't want you!"
"This slave regrets he is not pleasurable to your eyes, Sir." He leaned forward, pressing both hands to the floor so his face was closer to the floor. "Master Fabray will be happy to make the exchange for a more acceptable Body slave for you. This slave's training was thorough in all pleasures of the flesh a male master could desire, as well as a female mistress. If it pleases you, this slave could be of service to your bride-to-be, to leave you free for what it is you want from life."
"Oh." Kurt flushed, walking a little circle again. "No, that... no, I'm not going to foist you off on Quinn. Or exchange you. I'm just not going to use you for your... pleasure training. I have a mountain of college classes to prepare for after the wedding. I hope you were trained in the sciences. Hell, if I can comprehend it."
"Yes, Sir. This slave was trained to be able to assist in tutoring in all subjects of mathematics, sciences, philosophy and composition. This slave hopes to be of service in any way." His back straightened, sitting properly.
"You'll need a name." Kurt took out a box from the top of his closet. It was an old hat box, meticulously kept from dust collecting, but the years showed in the ear on the edges and the unraveling ribbon.
Kurt set out a collar, it was embedded with emeralds that glinted in the light. The next was more of a ribbon, an interweaving of lilac and white lace that formed in the back at a bow. One by one collars were placed on the bed, some worn, some plain, and some ornate. "Come over here. These were passed down to me from my late mother. They’re from her favored slaves at my grandparent's estate. It's huge, acres of land and a manor house. There must be almost 200 slaves working there, but these belonged to her very favorites."
Kurt touched each one, remembering the stories associated with his mother's youth. "She said I would get to pick one when I was given my first slave. She was going to pick it out with me for my 16th birthday. I guess you're a little late."
"My apologies for Sir's loss."
"Is it that obvious that she's dead?"
"Sir is crying."
"I do that, often as I scream these days." Kurt wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Enough. She's not here and she would not have picked you. So... let's see if any of these actually fit."
With the patience long trained into the slave he endured collar after collar being choked around his neck. Most of the trappings were obviously meant for female slaves. Finally one fit, snugly, but the slave could control his breathing in smaller in and outs.
"That looks terrible. Tomorrow I will have you sized. I'll have to dip into my clothing spending to get a proper collar. If you are going to be mine you have to look your best. Understood, David?"
"Yes, Sir." David smiled at Kurt's wrist where it traced the flesh pressing into the collar. He finally had his name.
~~~
"I just don't get why now. The marriage hasn't even happened yet. First the slave and..."
"How does he look? They didn't let me help pick him out." Quinn interrupted in her usual way as she sipped her tea in the Hummel's backyard.
"Not what I expected. He's huge, at least 6 foot tall with biceps bigger than my thighs. He's also old fashion, respectful. He still uses 'this slave' to speak about himself."
"He must have been classically trained."
"Karofsky was the breeding house."
"Oh, wow. Father dropped so much money." Quinn looked down into her tea.
"Quinn... Your dad moved the wedding up. We were supposed to be married when we finished college, not now. We just got our acceptance letters for God's sake. I didn't even apply to bring a slave. Just I can't imagine the paperwork now."
"Kurt, I'm pregnant." Quinn broke into the rant.
"And I'm so not comfortable with just ordering him to bend over and in.... WHAT!?" Kurt grabbed Quinn's hand. "You're pregnant? I thought you were in the celibacy pact or whatever."
"I guess my slave counted more than I thought."
"You fucked your slave and you're pregnant? I thought they usually neutered?"
"He was trained as a house slave, specifically for gardening. He wasn't... I didn't even think. I'm sorry, Kurt."
"It's okay. Now... well, now I know. It's okay, Quinn. you've been my best friend since I was 3. We'll get married and get away from your parents once college is over. Your dad's a dick anyway."
Quinn pulled him into a hug. "Thank you."
~~~
"I can't believe her!" A chair hit the floor as Kurt lashed out. "How could she do this to me!"
Dave watched the tantrum from where he had been ordered to not to stay. Kurt was in a fit, tears clear in his eyes through the anger. Dave waited, listening to the ranting. It told him more about Kurt with every word.
Seems like Kurt and Quinn had been engaged as children, by their mothers. Common enough in this day and age. Kurt's mom wasn't in the picture, Dave assumed she was dead from the way Kurt said her name with reverence. Kurt was trapped in a marriage he didn't want by an agreement he was never a part of making. Quinn's pregnancy had taken away the last few years of relative freedom Kurt was counting on. Dave inched closer as Kurt's tension ratcheted up and up.
"I'm never going to get to New York like this. I will never be able to find anyone like me to actually explore life with."
Dave was close enough to catch Kurt's attention. "Sir, may I be of service?"
"What can you do?"
"Many things. I can help sooth Sir." Dave's head was bowed as his hand snuck up Kurt's calf, gently rubbing his thumb in circles. Kurt didn't speak at first, didn't breath hardly.
"Boy, what are you doing?" Kurt touched David's hair, and the slave took it as a sign he could look up.
"Let me take care of you, Sir? I can..."
"What? David, I'm not at all in the mood for even thinking about that. I need to hit something, not engage in sexual activities with a slave."
"Those things don't have to be mutually exclusive. I'm here for Sir's use, please, use this unworthy slave."
"You're asking me to beat you?!" Kurt stared in disbelief at the man. The irritation of his life's choices being taken away still burned under his skin and for a moment it was appealing. To be able to hit without hesitation and make someone else feel the pain he was in. He had to be so nice, and polite and a supporting friend to Quinn. He had to put on a brave face all through his life and pretend like the other kid's insults didn't hurt. Pretend like he was strong for his father when mom died. He had to pretend he didn't churn, and rage and cry with the emotions that bubbled under his skin.
"Sex and violence aren't so far from each other." David rose slowly, his posture relaxed, at Kurt's command and mercy.
"You're so big. Like the bullies at school, too strong for me to fight."
"The ones who push you around? The ones who call you those words. Like... faggot." Kurt's eyes flash with anger at Dave's word. "Like fairy. Like queer. I bet they hurt you, shove you around because you're smaller. Because you dress funny."
Kurt growled out the words at the hulking brute taking on the facade of everyone who had ever made him feel lesser, marginalized, or unwanted. His hand struck out against Dave's cheek. He watched the slave's eyes lower, his aggressive posture instantly folding inward. A deep breath and David's eyes raised from his feet to spark fire at Kurt.
"That all you got?"
"You are asking to be punished."
"Yes, Sir. My body is yours for all things. If you're man enough to take it. I can tell you're a bit confused about that part. With that voice and that sweater." Dave sneered.
The final syllable barely passed Dave's lips before nails sunk into the back of his neck. Kurt tightened his hands around the thick throat of his slave.
"Shut up! I am not lesser than you or anyone! I am perfect exactly the way I am!" Kurt screamed, a strange blooming of pleasure in his chest when the hulking male stopped speaking. He had done that, he had forced the hateful words to stop. Dave's arms were free, yet they never came up to try to stop Kurt as his face blotched with red.
Kurt let go and shoved the coughing body to the bed. "I can't control my own life! Do you understand that? I have no fucking choice!"
"No choice to be gay." Kurt jumped onto the bed, his high heeled boot pushing down against David's chest. He made sure the pad of the heel ground down into Dave's brown nipple.
"No choice to be effeminate." Kurt snarled as Dave let out a pained whimper from where Kurt's shoe had broken skin. He watched the trickle of blood and smeared it.
"No choice in who I take as a lover." Kurt went down on his knees, the bones dig into the straining biceps of this slave whom was his only possibility for sexual relations. This slave who likely was straight, but was forced to be gay for his new Master, was the only one Kurt was allowed to fuck, allowed to kiss, allowed to make love to.
"I don't want you. I don't want a man who has no choice! You know how that makes me feel?" Kurt looked down into the honey eyes of his boy and found sympathy. It burned against his pride, to be pitied by a slave. "You don't understand anything! You're mine to use? Fine."
Kurt fumbled with his pants zipper and pulled out his half-filled cock. All the high emotion had set him into this state. The slave opened wide, pleading with his eyes. Kurt stopped.
What was he doing? What was he thinking!? Kurt had choked the man, trampled his chest and now with his manhood laying thick against his thigh. Was he really going to take this slave's mouth as his first blowjob? Was this what he even wanted? There was supposed to be at least some kind of romance. It's why he didn't want a body slave. He hated being reminded that his sexuality was the world's dirty little secret.
"Sir?" The slave tilted his head, his expression tender. "Sir, please don't cry. This slave thought it would help to release... Sir?"
Kurt's tears dripped down his cheeks and fell from his chin onto the slave below. He shifted so his knees no longer pinned David's arms. At that release Dave pushed up, catching Kurt's back so he wouldn't tumble off. Kurt found himself pressed against his slave's broad chest with those bulky arms wrapped around him. It was warmed than it had any right to be.
"Whatever Sir wants. Whatever you need. This slave can go, with Sir's permission, and seek out a freeman who would desire him in bed... or find an underground club or perhaps... If Sir would let me use of his internet...."
"Boy, stop. Nothing you can do will help. I'm stuck, and it just.... sucks." The fight was gone from Kurt and he took the comfort of David's arms.
"This slave is sorry he failed you, Sir."
"Just hold me."
"For as long as you want, Sir."
~~~
Kurt hated the flowers. He hated the caterer. He hated the reception hall. He hated the tux. In fact, he couldn't think of a single thing he liked about this whole damn wedding. T-minus three weeks to the happy day and Kurt was a mess. One florist had quit on the stop after his unpleased assessment of the state of her babies breath. The other lived in mortal fear of him. There was nothing like knowing you could make someone cry by raising your eyebrow. Kurt had only employed the technique once.
David as a contrast had been wonderful. Kurt's temper was high and whenever the slave would notice, his large body would find an excuse to press against Kurt and redirect his attention. The most effective had come when Kurt was in the bathroom trying not to have a breakdown. The man pressed against Kurt's back and uttered a simple command.
"Breath, Sir."
It worked like a charm, the word would focus Kurt's attention inward, on the erratic jumps of his heart and the tension held in his shoulders and back. One breath in, one out. Dave mimicked the motions. Or was Kurt mimicking? It didn't matter, it made him relaxed and unraveled the stress from his mind. Each action that Dave took centered around Kurt's peace and balance. After the second week before the marriage, Kurt found he simply needed to reach out to make a physical connection to his slave and his breathing would even out.
"How do you find the guts to order me around all day?" Kurt teased as he undressed for bed.
Dave went perfectly still, tension making the broad muscles over his shoulder blades jump. "This slave would never dare attempt to order Sir around."
"David, I thought you were getting better at this. I told you to refer to yourself by your name."
"Apologies, Sir."
"Also that's a load of crap. You have been ordering me around since you came here. Every time I get tense, you order me to calm. Yesterday you told me that I should use the bathroom in order to keep me from decapitating Quinn during her 'I'm too fat for my wedding dress' debacle. You have been ordering me."
"This sl.... D-David would be happy to accept any punishment Sir would see fit. Please know, I never meant disrespect. You are my Sir. My Master, the only one I serve." Dave knelt, his back bowed before Kurt, begging for forgiveness.
"I'm not angry, David. In fact, I'm pleased with the results. I am calmer and more levelheaded after you do so. And because you don't hold the kind of authority my dad or Quinn's parents do, I don't feel the need to rebel. David, you are very good to me. I want you to keep ordering me."
"Sir is not mad? David only does it to help Sir." David's hand dared to brush the top of Kurt's bare foot.
"How much of your slave training was about keeping your masters from hurting themselves?" Kurt asked with a wry grin as he took Dave's chin in hand and raised it.
David risked a small smile. "I'll never tell. But part of my training was to encourage Sirs who did not want to learn to study better."
"So you are using your Tutor training on me. Not your Body training? I never thought of that. You would have to have the ability to be intimidating if you had to educate." Kurt remembered some of the tutor slaves at McKinley, like Beiste, who was terrifying but technically the slave of Coach Tanaka.
Kurt slipped into bed and, as was their routine, David turned off all the lights and climbed into the bed with Kurt. "Thank you, David. I think I would have murdered Quinn without you."
"It would be a shame, Sir. She does seem to be your friend."
"Depending on the day." Kurt snuggled back into David's warm body and smiled. Maybe he could see the appeal of having a personal slave after all. "Good night, David."
"Good night, Sir."
~~~
The wedding was insane.
There was no other word for it. Between the reverend's speech about repressing sinful desire and taking joy in the wedding bed as God wanted, Burt's press manager demanding Quinn attempt to look less pregnant in the photos, and Quinn attempting to climb out the window before they could get down the aisle, It was a hell of a day.
Once away from the reception and in the car to their honeymoon, they sat in silence. Suddenly Kurt longed to be drinking and listening to his father-in-law's advice about how to deal with a mouthy wife.
The stillness stretched between them, lingering as they traveled in the back of the limo to their hotel and their marriage bed. Kurt cleared his throat and loosened his tie.
"I don't want to have sex with you." Quinn's voice was afraid. Kurt remembered some of her dad's advice about reminding a wife they are less than a man and only valuable in bed or looking pretty for parties.
"Neither do I."
"So... You have your slave for... your needs." Quinn huffed at herself. "Oh, forget it. Kurt, I want my own body slave."
"Oookay? I don't really mind. Mine claims to be proficient at both male and female service." Kurt tilted his head and smiled as he adjusted Quinn's necklace.
"I don't want yours. I want mine. My Puck."
"Didn't your father sell him?"
"No. He's too petty for that. He's been selling Puck's services to the neighborhood housewives. He then makes him take lashings for daring to have sex with me. Please, Kurt. I need him."
"You realize this is going to take all of our honeymoon money. Goodbye, Paris." Kurt sighed wistfully. Paris with a pregnant and angry Quinn hadn't sounded fun anyway. He would much rather have been able to take David.
"Then let's have a different honeymoon. Let's rent a hotel here in the states, get the flight money back. We can rent two rooms, have our real lovers to warm our beds."
"Tempting... except I haven't exactly had sex with mine yet."
"Here." Quinn pulled a key from between her breasts, impressive considering how high her lace collar was. "It's the car dad got me right before it all came out. I'll buy Puck, you go grab your David and take the honeymoon. The kid is playing kickball with my bladder anyway.
"Thank you, Quinn. You really are my best friend, you know that?"
"Don't start singing Freddie Mercury." She laughed and kissed his cheek.
~~~
"Sir, you're not due home for two weeks." David was at the house. He had helped set up the reception and had been dismissed to the house.
"Surprise!" Kurt smirked and walked right to David. "How about kissing the groom?"
"Of course, Sir."
Kurt curled a hand into David's hair and groaned as the slave's tongue slipped inside his mouth. This felt right, his body was on fire and David... well, he wasn't lying about his skills. Heat was sparking through him but it felt wrong. There was something... off about it.
"I don't want this." At the words his slave moved back, breaking off all contact and waiting for orders. What was wrong with Kurt? David was handsome, strong, and completely for Kurt's use. The slave had been eager and willing and doing his best to be of service to Kurt so why in the hell was taking the offer leaving such a bad taste in his mouth...?
"I don't want you to just... give in, to do whatever I want." Kurt sighed and flopped himself down on the bed. He glared at the band of gold on his finger. "I'm married and I'm going to spend my wedding night with a slave."
"This slave is sorry." Dave was kneeling right where Kurt had left him.
"David... Why don't I control my life? Why can't I love and fall for a man like me? Why do I have to hide? Everyone acts like being gay is so shame worthy, but I was born like this. I think I was." Kurt let his hand fall off the edge of the bed. David's lips pressed a kiss to it. That was his boy, always trying to sooth him. "David... Are you gay?"
"This slave doesn't understand. My training included the possibility of either gender of owner."
"No, David... I mean do you enjoy men? Do you like the way they look. When you touch yourself do you think of guys or girls?"
"I don't touch myself, not without orders." David nudged closer, and Kurt found his hand scratching at the boy‘s neck.
"Never?"
"David is a good slave, Sir."
"Touch yourself." Kurt turned onto his side to watch him.
David nodded and his hand traveled across his throat, down his collar bone until it pinched his wide nipple. His eyes were on Kurt, his every action was a display for his Master. It left Kurt cold.
"Stop." Kurt whined and threw himself on his back. "That's not what I want either. I want to be... wanted. I want to have... David, you're handsome and so close to someone I would seek out but..."
"I'm not a freedman." David finished the thought and Kurt heard the sad note in his voice. "That is one thing this slave cannot give you. This slave would give anything and everything to Sir. Sir is a joy to be near, funny and allows David to help him in unconventional ways. This slave would bring your letters to a freedman lover and hide your secrets with his life."
"You only say that because I own you. You could think I was a piece of trash and want me to die and you would still say I was your stars and moon."
"Not if this slave was smart. If I hated you I would say simply that it was a duty and an honor to serve. Sir, Kurt... this slave is pleased to be David. This slave laughs at your comments about Miss Quinn and the wedding and life. This slave is eager to help you learn and feels joy at being an asset. This slave is so sorry he cannot satisfy every need." David wiped at the corner of his eye to catch a tear before it fell.
"Are you in love with me, David?"
"This slave doesn't know if it counts the way a freedman's love would."
"If I wasn't your Master. If I... I was... a slave like you, would you still want to be near me, want to bring me joy?" Kurt bit his lip as he waited.
"Yes, Sir. This slave would still care for you and want to make you smile and laugh. It would be harder, we would have other duties and masters, but this slave would try to see you every day and kiss away your tears."
"That's what I want. I want to be loved, not just obeyed. Come here. I want you to act like you did when you were ordering me around." Kurt beconed David to the bed and the huge man placed his body to hover over his tiny master.
"Like this, Sir?" David went down on his elbow so their torsos pressed together. "Kiss me, Sir. I know you want to."
Kurt closed the distance and took a taste of David's mouth. This was right. "Call me Kurt."
"Kurt." David pressed the name to his cheek. "Do you want to be inside me tonight?"
"Don't ask."
"Sir will fill this slave's holes, tonight. He will kiss and thrust into this slave."
"Oh God, David. Yes, please."
The slave Kurt had thought would be nothing but a reminder of his shame grinned like the devil. "I will make Sir blackout from pleasure."
David was a very good slave. After his Sir had cum twice he tucked the man in and curled up behind his Sir. He couldn't be sure if Kurt could hear him, but he whispered anyway.
"I love you, Sir. Always and forever I am yours."
Kurt squeezed Dave's hand and the slave knew he was given the same promise.
teamkarofsky replied to your post: And now I gotta figure out how to watch season 3...
I've used a streaming site but I feel like it's dangerous.
Yeah, I mean back when I was looking to watch season 2 of Once Upon a Time I tried a whole big list of those online streaming sites and for one I couldn't get any of them to work properly but finally I just opened one of the websites and didn't even do anything and the thing froze my entire computer for a few minutes and I just...nope. After that I don't even fool with them anymore.
Author: teamkarofsky
Recipient: bipolarinabubble
Prompt: Fancy!Dave and Jock!Kurt getting together fic. Extra points if Kurt has some realization of sexuality and if Dave sings.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2 503
Title: Defying Everything
Blaine listened, amused, as Dave recounted the shock of the new cheerio who had come onto him. “Well David,” he said, amused. “It’s just your looks.”
“Man, I’m just so obvious though, aren’t I?” Dave asked. He was often called out for being gay despite his physical appearance.
“I dunno,” Blaine said, shaking his head. Sometimes Dave hit all of the stereotypes and sometimes he hit absolutely none, defying them completely. Blaine didn’t care much for stereotypes anyway. Dave was living proof that they were stupid.
“Clear out fairy convention!”
Blaine groaned and turned his head. It was Kurt. Kurt Hummel was the football team’s kicker, a soft-faced but harsh-tongued athlete. He was really rude, homophobic and just an idiot. He liked to tear Blaine and Dave apart.
“You’re ridiculous Hummel,” Dave said, shaking his head. Dave was very brave. He never failed to defend them both. “How empty does your life have to be, to insult us like this?”
Kurt looked at them with a fire in his eyes. “How empty does your life have to be to resort to homosex?” he countered. There was so much anger in Kurt, but there was also a lot of passion. Blaine wondered sometimes where it came from.
“You’re kind of ridiculous,” Dave said softly. He huffed and put a hand on Blaine’s shoulder. “Come on Blaine, let’s go.”
As they walked, Blaine watched Dave. Dave seemed very tense, his jaw steady and his hands clenched. “Dave, he gets to you,” he said, stating it simply.
“He’s just infuriating!”
Blaine nodded at Dave. Kurt was really infuriating, that was for sure. “It’ll be okay Dave,” he said as they went on their way.
It almost seemed at times that Kurt targeted Dave. He called him nasty things and he almost followed the other boy around. Dave was his interest.
Dave dealt with the bullying in an interesting way. He was very quiet, sullen but kept on a strong face. Blaine also found it telling that he didn’t beat the crap out of Kurt. He could. He was twice his size. Despite the fact that Kurt was athletic, he could. He held back. He was a good person. Kurt knew that and took advantage.
Dave looked to Blaine and sighed. “He’s just so stupid,” Dave lamented. “He tries so hard to hate on anyone who’s different.”
“Especially us gays,” Blaine admitted. He was exhausted by all of the hate. He had been dealing with homophobia since he was a little kid and he was just tired of it. “You know, you could kick his ass if you wanted to Dave.”
“I probably could,” Dave said. “It’s not in my way though, Blaine. I mean, he’s not hurting me.”
Physically, Blaine thought. He saw the ways that it hurt mentally. Dave winced, struggled every single time that Kurt Hummel said something awful to him.
It seemed to just get worse and worse. Kurt was harsh, cold and Dave was a sensitive guy. Blaine was worried about his best friend.
“It’s okay,” Dave said when in glee Blaine voiced his worries. “I just want to work on our number for Boys vs. Girls week. Hurray for misguided lessons on defying gender stereotypes.”
At that, they both laughed. Mr. Schuester tried but failed, all the time.
Dave left quickly that day after glee practice. Too quickly, in fact. He left a folder behind. Blaine rushed down the hall to see Dave standing still. He opened his mouth to speak. Dave, however, took off running.
Blaine followed Dave into the boys’ locker room. Kurt was in the locker room changing and Dave was staring him down. Kurt had made a snide remark Blaine hadn’t heard, because Dave gave him a harsh, powerful, “You’re not my type, Hummel.”
“I don’t think someone who looks like you should be allowed to have a type Karofsky.”
Dave snapped at that. “At least I don’t wear twelve pounds of clothing to hide the fact that I look like a little girl,” he said. It was a low blow for Dave who was usually so calm. “What do you have to hide, Hummel?”
“You’re the one who looks like a fat troll!”
“You are so gay,” Dave said breathlessly. “Seriously, that’s why you’re such a childish idiot, isn’t it?”
“Take that back!” Kurt yelled.
“No.” Blaine was amazed at two things. One was the level of immaturity coming from both of them. This had been boiling up for quite some time. The second was the rising tension. There was a tension that was rising, rising, rising…
It culminated in a kiss. Kurt stepped forward, grabbed Dave by the face and pulled him into a strong, demanding kiss. They kissed heatedly, passionately and then Kurt pulled away. Blaine stared. Dave was left breathless and panting. Kurt looked like he was going to throw up.
Horror flared in Kurt’s eyes and he ran away. “No!” he yelled as he turned and ran out the opposite door. He hadn’t even noticed Blaine.
Dave took a deep breath and then sank down onto his knees. He looked at the lockers with a dazed expression. He looked like he was going to fall. Blaine was there to catch him. “Dave!” he said, kneeling by Dave and hugging him. “Davey…”
Dave leaned back and looked at Blaine. “Blaine?” He asked with his eyes if Blaine had seen. Blaine nodded. “What the hell was that, Blaine?”
“I don’t know,” Blaine admitted, unable to understand. He had seen the kiss with his own eyes, but he had no idea what it meant.
“He kissed me,” Dave mumbled. “Kurt-freaking-Hummel kissed me.”
“I theorized that he might be gay,” Blaine pointed out. It was a conversation they’d had not long ago. Dave had told him to stop speculating.
“I don’t…know what to do,” Dave muttered.
Blaine wasn’t sure what to do either. He wasn’t sure why Kurt did such a thing.
“I think we need to help him,” Dave muttered under his breath. He looked very, very uncomfortable.
“Help him?” The idea seemed a little foreign to Blaine.
“He’s likely closeted and that’s why he’s so angry,” Dave said, breathing very deeply. Blaine was afraid his wide-eyed best friend was going to hyperventilate. He then surprised Blaine by coming close to crying. “I need to help him…”
“How do we help someone like him?” Blaine asked. He had to admit that Dave was a better man than he was, because he couldn’t imagine helping Kurt out. Somehow, however, they had to do it. He knew that Dave wouldn’t rest until he’d helped Kurt out of whatever situation he was in and well, what Dave did, Blaine did.
“I’m not sure…”
“Well, I’m in,” Blaine said, even though that fact was incredibly obvious to him and had to be obvious to Dave.
“We’ll talk to him.”
Blaine and Dave confronted Kurt on the stairwell. The jock looked at them like they were absolutely worthless and scoffed at their request to talk to him. “What could you freaks want to talk to me about?” he asked, looking desperate. Blaine could tell that he would give anything just to get away from the two gay young men.
“You kissed me…” Dave said dryly.
“Yeah, sure,” Kurt responded dismissively.
He looked like he was on the verge of walking away, so Blaine decided to intervene. “Look, Kurt,” he said, right next to the other boy. Kurt was taller than Blaine, but Blaine had a little width on him, so he supposed they were evenly matched. Blaine was still intimidated by him. “I know how much it sucks to be confused, but Dave and I have both been there. We can help.”
“I don’t need help.”
The athlete then left faster than they could think to do anything. They let him go. They had no other choice.
The harassment got worse in the days following the kiss. Kurt was trying his best to deflect suspicion and accusation that wasn’t there. Blaine knew that the fear of being caught or labeled as gay was all in the boy’s head. That was the saddest part. Despite being slightly feminine, nobody ever suspected Kurt was gay. Well, Kurt was probably making the assumptions start to grow the way that he was throwing himself into anything anti-gay.
People, as always, didn’t understand why Dave put up with the harassment he experienced on a daily basis. Blaine and Dave were sitting with the glee kids at lunch when Sam actually brought it up. “No offense, Dave,” he said, “but you could kick that guy’s ass. Why do you let him mess with you? All you’d have to do was give him a little shove and he’d probably…”
“He’s non-violent Sam,” Rachel injected.
“That doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t stand up for himself,” Santana said from across the table, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, he’s gay, but the fact of the matter is that nobody should let someone shove them around the way Hummel does, especially if they can defend themselves.”
“You have a point…”
“I think he’s gay himself anyway,” Sam pointed out. “I mean, dude… nobody’s that homophobic. He’s trying to hard.”
“Yeah, it’s like those right wing senators that end up in bathrooms getting b…”
“Okay, enough,” Dave said, getting up and walking out. Blaine followed, wondering why Santana had such a gleam in her eyes.
About a week and a half later Santana and Kurt started dating. Dave and Blaine both had their theories on why it was happening. Santana had probably offered her services as a beard to Kurt, but what was the price? They tried to confront her on why she was doing it and she gave them some idiotic story about being madly in love with the soccer star. It made no freaking sense. It was obvious she had something big on Kurt.
“Why do we care?” Blaine asked Dave glumly. He didn’t mean to be an awful person, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. Kurt didn’t care about all of the times that he had made the two of them miserable.
“I don’t know,” Dave admitted, looking Blaine in the eye. “I do, however, want to find out.”
Blaine wasn’t there when Dave confronted Kurt. Dave had told him that he had to do it alone. He had been absolutely nervous when Dave was gone. He knew that physically, Kurt couldn’t do much damage to his best friend, but at the same time he had left some pretty nasty emotional scars in the past. There was no saying what he would do now that he was ultimately the threatened one. He paced until Dave came over like he promised he would.
“I can’t tell you much of what happened,” Dave told Blaine, his voice soft. “I just don’t think that I’d feel right revealing anything he told me that was sort of…secret or whatever. We made a mistake confronting him in public and yeah…”
“Santana?” Blaine asked, hoping Dave would tell him that much.
“She’s evidently got proof,” Dave said shrugging, “and told him she wouldn’t hesitate to share unless he dated her.”
“What does she gain?”
“No clue,” Dave muttered. His voice said that he harbored a suspicion and that was when it clicked for Blaine. Santana. Brittany. Oh, okay… Wow. He looked up at Dave and Dave knew that he got it too. He touched a hand to his head, because how frustrating could it get. “I can’t tell you much Blaine, because I’m trying to be respectful but I think we’re going in the right general direction with Kurt. You’re going to have to trust me on this.”
“Alright,” Blaine murmured softly. “Sounds good.”
“It will be.”
Dave spent more time with Kurt, trying to get through to him. It was really strange to watch it happen. They met mostly in secrecy and sometimes Blaine had to be the go-between for them. Dave warned him explicitly to keep from letting the secret out. Blaine tried his best to do what was asked of him and be as secretive as he could manage.
It was two months until Kurt and Santana broke up. Santana immediately launched into rumor-mode, attacking Kurt. Blaine told her to get over herself and get a life.
It was three months until Kurt finally exploded at boys on his soccer team. The gay-jokes had been growing with his vehement denial of anything remotely relating to queerness and it was about time he blew up. He was desperate and angry and ended up running away from them. Dave followed after him. Blaine had found them in the locker room, Dave comforting Kurt as he sobbed, wiping the tears from his cheeks and holding him tightly. It was at that moment when Blaine realized just how much the dynamic between the two boys had shifted. Dave smiled and spoke softly, so Blaine heard nothing but understood the sentiment behind the words.
When they kissed that day, Blaine wasn’t exactly surprised. It was Disney-movie levels of chaste and had Dave blushing bright red. Dave had actually never been kissed before his first kiss with Kurt in the locker room, so Blaine was almost breathless at the special kiss that the boys shared.
It was four months later that they went to prom, as friends, and Kurt and Dave danced together.
On the last day of their junior year, Kurt yelled out, “By the way I’m gayyyyyyyyy,” as he and Dave headed off the McKinley campus. Dave had told him three days earlier that they were boyfriends, but Kurt wasn’t ready to come out yet. He supposed that the giant gay declaration was as much of a coming out as there ever was.
He supposed that most people both defied and fulfilled stereotypes about themselves. A stereotype was a stupid idea of what a person was supposed to be like and though elements of that person could exist within that stereotype, for the most part people were meant to obliterate them. The idea that a person could fit into some neat box was just stupid.
Kurt Hummel and Dave Karofsky both fit in those boxes and spilled out of them at the same time. It was what any well-rounded person should do, in Blaine’s humble opinion.
He didn’t know how in one year they went from enemies to boyfriends, but he rather liked watching the whole thing go down. He could only hope that he’d find something that awesome. It was awesome, the way it was able to let go of the past and look towards the future. He was pretty sure the Hummel-Karofsky pairing defied more than stereotypes. It defied absolutely everything that Blaine knew about people.
