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Hunting
By : MariaKristoff
Category: G through L > Glee
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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters and do not profit from this.
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- 2-Disgusting
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Kurt stirred. His eyes lids were so heavy. Opening them would be impossible, but he was okay with that. He didn’t want to. He was warm. His mattress felt softer somehow. His pillow seemed to have the same extra softness. His head sunk into it and it was so wonderfully cradling. Nuzzling into it further, he inhaled deeply. His pillows even smelled better than usual! Not to say that his pillows smelled bad because he would never allow that. They had an earthiness to them. A manly quality, like the manufacturer had weaved testosterone into every fiber. He could smell a trace of mud.

‘Mud.’ His brain snapped into maximum over-drive and the events of the previous night flashed through his memory banks. His eyes flew open, darting around the room. This was not his room. These were not his cream and maroon colored Egyptian cotton linens. This small thing was not his spacious queen sized bed. He started to panic. He didn’t know where he was exactly, but he had a good idea of what his source of warmth had been. The giant lump shifted next to him, rolling over. ‘Don’t look, Kurt. Don’t even turn your head. Just sneak out before it wakes up.’ But he had to look, had to be sure last night was not just some insane nightmare. Reluctantly, he turned carefully to look over his shoulder. He couldn’t hold back the scream that tore its way out of his throat. He clapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the shriek, and scrambled back, falling off the forgottenly small twin bed with a thud. A shirtless and muscular Dave Karofsky murmured something along the lines of “twitchy mother…” and propped himself up on an elbow, looking at Kurt like he was slow.

“Do you mind? My parents and most normal people are still sleeping at,” he paused to squint at his alarm clock, “nine AM on a Saturday.” Kurt gawked at him. He looked down to see that his “pajamas” were an oversized T-shirt that said Titans on it and his own boxer shorts. Dave had undresses him! He pulled at it and looked at Dave. He wanted to say ‘How dare you touch me you god damn son of a bitch! You’ll be hearing from my lawyer,’ but what came out was “…uuuuuh!” He looked at his shoulder and back to Dave. “…UUUUUUH!?”

The jock scratched his head and yawned. “Boy, you’re even more talkative in the morning, aren’t you, Princess?” He sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and stretching. Kurt stared at him, watched the ripple of muscles travel up his body, and mentally slapped himself. ‘Get it together you nitwit! This is KAROFSKY! He has harassed and assaulted you for the last time!’ Composure regained, he jumped up and poked a finger into Karofsky’s chest.

“YOU have got a LOT of nerve, Pal! Why can’t you just leave me alone? I transferred schools! Is that not enough for you? Will you not rest until you KNOW that every shred of happiness I may have in my life is gone or ruined?” He gestured to the bite mark. “And what THE FUCK was THIS all about?! I want answers, Dave Karofsky and I want them NOW!” Dave groaned, rubbing his face. “OH! I’m sorry. Am I BOTHERING you?”

With a flick of his wrist, Dave’s hand was at his neck. Kurt gulped in fear, afraid this would really be it and the brute would just snap his neck right there. Dave pulled him closer and his other hand went to the bite mark, his calloused thumb applying a gentle pressure. With just that modest touch, Kurt’s knees trembled with pleasure. The warmth of it flooded from that small contact point, radiating through his entire body until he grew so weak that the source of this delicious torment was his only support. He clung to Dave like a lifeline, keeping his feet on the ground so he didn’t float away, drowning in the sweet sensation. He couldn’t help but whimper when he let go. “You talk too much.” He sat a wobbly Kurt down on the bed beside him. Kurt glared at him, hoping it still looked menacing with pink cheeks. Karofsky sighed, scrubbing at his face with the palm of one big hand. He looked tired, beaten and, maybe Kurt imagined it but for a minute, his big, now hauntingly green eyes looked sad. He stared at Kurt for a while, with a concentration that made the boy a bit nervous. He shifted uncomfortably. “W-well, I’m waiting.”

xXxDavexXx
Dave grinned. So even Mr. Perfect stuttered sometimes. Kinda cute. But he was right. He deserved some answers. The problem was, how could he explain to Kurt what he didn’t fully understand himself? He still had no clue what had happened to him. He was up on the internet all night searching for possible answers. He typed in all the symptoms he had had in the last four days. Several medical journals and symptom checkers had told him he was on steroids. …no. He searched through pages and pages of links that all said the same thing until one piqued his interest. It was titled “Vulcans. Are they Among us?”
~*~*~*~*~
Clicking the link, he was greeted with a drawing of a man, flying with what looked like wings made of a thin layer of skin, like a bats, only with scales. In one hand was a flame, and in the other, a tree sapling. He scrolled down to the article itself, curious. He read carefully, starting out with skepticism and disbelief, until it started sounding more and more like him. By the end, he was almost sure it was true.
“Vulcan’s are the combination of a human being and a dragon. They are human in appearance for the first bit of their lives and may not even know themselves what they are. This article will cover the transformation, special abilities, behaviors, and life span of a Vulcan. By the end you may find yourself questioning the humanity of your friends, neighbors, peers, and maybe even your own family.

Transformation: Once a Vulcan reaches a certain age, anywhere between 16 and 24, they will begin the change. The entire process takes around a month with the first four to nine days being the most difficult. Signs of this transformation are high fever, as in “they should be dead” high, and this usually passes in four to five days. Another is increased strength, speed, and any if not all of the five senses. Impulses will become hard to ignore or contain such as aggression, eating or even a constant need of affection.”

Dave’s fingers started to tremble. With every sentence he read.

“The final early and most obvious symptom is a change in eye color. No matter what color the eyes had previously been, they turn to a shade of either bright emerald, or deep forest green. Only one Vulcan was ever known to have a different eye color and that was grey. Most Vulcan’s find their mates in these early stages of the transformation due to their inability to control their impulses. Vulcan mates are chosen carefully by their own instincts. They will find this person irresistible. Enraptured by their scent and appearance, they are impossible to stay away from and a process known as “The hunt” is initiated in a short amount of time. This process ends with the marking of the chosen mate by a bite on the neck, shoulder, hand or wrist. This bond is permanent and rejection or extended separation during the bonding period can be fatal for one or both parties involved.” Dave gulped. Him and Hummel? No turning back? No do overs? Bonded permanently? The queen would laugh in his face if he tried to tell him this. By the time he had finished the article, he was terrified. According to this, he was going to sprout wings in the next few weeks and he should be able to conjure flame in the next few days.

“Why me,” he murmured to himself. But he knew why. It was karma. No matter what his reasoning, he’d bullied Kurt, terrorized him every day and called him a freak. This was the way the universe worked. To teach him a lesson, he had become a freak. …but why did Kurt get tied in this too? Why was he a victim of these strange circumstances? Kurt wasn’t likely to believe him. Dave sighed. How would he prove to him that he wasn’t insane? Reading over a bit more, he could think of only one way and it would take a lot of practice. He wasn’t going to sleep any time soon.
~*~*~*~*~
Kurt turned in the computer chair and stared at him. “So you actually expect me to believe you’re one of these Vulcan things? Psh. Yeah, and Edward Cullen and Jacob Black will show up at my door tonight to tell me how much better I am than Bella and that they wanna have a threesome.” Dave smirked. “I thought you’d say something like that.” Sitting in the middle of the floor, he patted the spot of orange carpet in front of him. Kurt sniffed and crossed his legs. “I’m fine here, thanks.”
Dave shrugged in a “suit yourself” way. Crossing his legs, he held a hand, palm up, in front of him. He stared at it intently. Kurt looked at him like he was special. The Sam kind of special. “…That’s a hand, Karofsky. It’s been there since birth.” He shushed the dancing queen, returning his attention to his open palm. He placed all his concentration into feeling the energy coursing through his veins. He followed the trails of energy to its core supply located in the lungs. A bright shining ball was housed there in his ribcage, that light flowing throughout him. Having located it, he pushed his mind further to harness it, control it. Finally, he willed that energy into his palm. The air hummed with motion and energy, molecules moving faster and faster simply because he willed it to be so. Smoke started wafting up from his open hand and then, finally, a flame burst forth. It was small, but there. And he had control over it. He smiled, proud of himself. It was much bigger than the one he’d managed last night. He looked up at Kurt, thrilled with his progress. Kurt looked at him in horror. His face fell and the flame died, his concentration lost. The boy was shaken for sure. He had a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and frightened. Dave’s mind went back to that day in the locker room when Kurt had pushed him away with that same look. That familiar, empty feeling filled him. Rejection.

“I…I just…I can’t be here right now. I-I have to go.” Kurt grabbed his bag, pulled on his pants from last night and ran out the bedroom door. Dave reached for him as he left, unable to say the words he wanted so badly to say. Then, Kurt was gone. The door was closed behind him. The confused boy was frozen. And that’s what he was. He was a boy, a scared little boy. But not afraid of his extraordinary ordinariness. No, this little boy was, and always had been, scared of being alone. He slammed his fists down on the floor, fighting the tears that pricked the backs of his eyes. Why couldn’t he do anything right? He clenched his fists, fingernails biting into his palms.
xXxKurtxXx

‘Just keep running. Just keep running, Kurt. Don’t look back.’ He dashed through the streets of Lima, too scared to stop. What had he just witnessed? No. There was no way. Dave Karofsky was not a…a volcano or vulten or whatever he had said he was. His heart pounded in his ears as he rushed down the familiar sidewalks, trying to reach home and he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t stop until he did. Finally, he rounded the corner, coming to his quaint little family home, entering the back door and locking it firmly behind him. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. Back to the door, he sunk to the ground. He had run so hard and for so long that the veins on either side of neck actually hurt as blood rushed through them.
“Uhhhh. Kurt? You okay?” Looking up, he saw Finn in his boxers and a wife beater, hair a mess and a half eaten eggo in his hand. His step brother stared at him, the expression on his face saying he may well have grown an extra head. He could tell Finn what happened, but then he’d have to go to a mental hospital. He could omit the crazy parts like Dave the Fire conjurer, but then Finn would go after the meat head and either end up in jail or burnt to a crisp. His veins throbbed again. Quickly he snapped two fingers up to his pulse point and looked at his watch.

“Yeah, Finn! I’m fine. Just…doing some early morning cardio. Whew! What a work out. I’m gonna go shower now.” He sprung up , heading toward the bathroom, more than happy to just shower and forget.
“Um…okay. Oh, hey! Mercedes txted me to tell you to check your facebook.”
“Will do, Finn.”

xXxDavexXx

Dave had turned to the only thing he could think of to calm him down. He had pulled out his iPod. He lay on his bed now, pillow over his face, just floating away in the beautiful sounds of The Cranberries “Zombie”. So far his shuffle setting had not betrayed him. He had been wary of one song in particular. The final notes sounded and then, there it was. That one song. But he was too lazy to switch it.

♫My heart booms at the speed of light

But the exit signs always on my mind, always in my

sight.

I could say that I really want to stay,

But the devil inside always wins the fight, always gets

his way.

Jump out the window gotta get out on the highway, when

things are getting too attached I need an escape.

I'm seeing stars and there is nothing more that I hate,

baby.

There is something that I gotta say.

It's Disgusting how I Love You

I Can't Take It, I Should Hate You

Cause your messing up my name.

Gotta walk my talk, my fame, but I just want to touch

your face.

It's disgusting.

It's disgusting, how you changed me.

From a bandit to a baby.

Think i might gotta change my name,

If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame.

Look at what you do to me.

It's disgusting.

My mind blinks like a traffic light.

It's green and red and stop and go. Changing all the

time.

And it makes me scared, that I haven't Left

That it's still right here, more or or or less.

Jump Out In Traffic, Yeah,I gotta go my own way.

My head is slipping, too intense I need an escape

I'm seeing stars and there is nothing more than I hate,

[. From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/miranda-cosgrove-lyrics/disgusting-lyrics.html .]

baby.

There is something that I gotta say.

It's Disgusting how I Love You

I Can't Take It, I Should Hate You

Cause your messing up my name.

Gotta walk my talk, my fame, but I just want to touch

your face.

It's disgusting.

It's disgusting, how you changed me.

From a bandit to a baby.

Think i might gotta change my name,

If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame.

Look at what you do to me.

It's disgusting.

Chapter by chapter, I'm falling faster and faster,

Becoming manic and magic it's so romantic I panic, oh.

Hit the eject button but it must be stuck, somethings

up.

I'm Drifting Now Right over brink, Baby

It's Disgusting how I Love You

I Can't Take It, I Should Hate You

Cause your messing up my name.

Gotta walk my talk, my fame, but I just want to touch

your face.

It's disgusting.

It's disgusting, how you changed me.

From a bandit to a baby.

Think i might gotta change my name,

If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame.

Look at what you do to me.

It's disgusting.

Look At What You Do To Me..

It's Disgusting..♫
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Hunting	By : MariaKristoff Category: G through L > Glee Views: 5680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters and do not profit from this.

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