Redemption (Kurt, Kurofsky) - NC-17 | By : ibshafer Category: G through L > Glee Views: 5729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Story: Redemption – Part 3a/?: Riding Lessons
Fandom: Glee
Author: ibshafer
Rating: PG-13 for now...
Character/Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me spin them around the page now and then.
Summary: Because everyone deserves a shot at it, even Dave Karofsky
Warnings: none
A/N: The author does not in any way condone bullying or any form of aggression towards homosexuals, or anyone else, for that matter.
A/N2: Sorry to drop another chapter so quickly, but I couldn't get it out of my head, so, here it is...
Riding Lessons
- ibshafer
It had just sort of fallen out of his mouth one day; a reason offered up without much reasoning.
He was actually pretty amazed anyone was buying it.
But here he was, three weeks into his “riding lessons,” meeting Dave in Cridersville for their fourth Saturday morning breakfast, and his father hadn’t even asked him where the stables were? Of course, having gone through that equestrian phase last year gave him the right apparel for it and (ugh!) taking a quick (very quick!) walk through the pasture across from the diner, helped create the correct, accompanying…aroma. Dave always got a kick out of how fast he got those riding boots off and into the giant zip-loc bag he used to carry them, before any of that…aroma could rub off on his clothes.
Thankfully, Finn wasn’t into horses or he might have wanted to take lessons, too, and Kurt would have had to come up with a reason why he couldn’t, but so far, so good.
The same went for Mercedes and Blaine.
And as for his father, Burt would ask him how his lessons were going and he’d tell him it wasn’t easy, but it would be worth it in the end – which wasn’t a lie.
It might have just been an impulse, but “riding lessons” had turned out to be a great cover.
~*~*~*~
They weren’t dating. They were just talking. Well, mostly.
After breakfast, as they’d walk back to their cars – they always met at the diner – Dave would grab his hand and pull him back and before Kurt could stop him, Dave would kiss him really quickly, then let him go, leaving him to stagger those last few steps to his car. Kurt would always yell at him, tell him to cut it out, to keep his big meaty lips to himself, and Dave would just laugh and pucker up, fake-kissing the air, but the truth was, Kurt couldn’t get enough of this version of Dave Karofsky. Not because of the kissing, which, okay, was nice…, but because this Dave Karofsky was so relaxed, so free of his own personal torture (as well refraining from torturing Kurt), so…well, nice, too, that it made Kurt a little giddy.
It was so not how he’d imagined his tormentor would be. Karofsky had always been this angry, lumbering idiot at school, but seeing him outside that environment, freed from Azimio’s influence, freed from the expectations of their peers, freed from his own expectations of who and what a line backer was supposed to be, he was just this guy who liked video games and South Park and, apparently, Kurt Hummel.
But those expectations, that’s what had started all of this…this whatever you wanted to call it.
All of this angst.
Because in addition to the expectations the people you hang out with have for you and the expectations you have for yourself, there are the ones that come from your family.
And those were the worst by far…
~*~*~*~
Dave’s parents, believe it or not, were great. Not the homophobes Kurt would have expected to have spawned someone as messed up and conflicted as Dave Karofsky. No, as it turns out, the problem was more about the expectations they had for him, or, more specifically, the expectations Dave’s father, and really, Dave, had for Dave.
Dave Karofsky was the last of his line.
He’d had an older brother whom he idolized, a medical student, who’d stepped away from an internship in Chicago to serve his country and subsequently been killed in an air raid in Iraq. His father, a college professor, was an only child whose own father had been killed in Viet Nam not long after Mr. Karofsky had been born.
That made David Jason Karofsky solely responsible for keeping the illustrious Karofsky name from disappearing into history.
And though he was subtle about it, his father never let him forget that fact. David loved his father and he was proud of his family. That was one of the reasons why he was so tormented about his growing sexuality.
Expectations.
He had a duty to fulfill – in his brother Michael’s name, in his father’s name, in Grandpa Joe’s name – to marry a women and to sire sons to further carry on the name of Karofsky.
And somehow, his fascination with Kurt Hummel’s dimples or the way his hips moved when he walked down the hall, did not jibe with that duty.
~*~*~*~
tbc...
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