Redemption (Kurt, Kurofsky) - NC-17

Story: Redemption – Part 1/?
Chapter: The Reveal
Fandom: Glee
Author: ibshafer
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Kurt/Dave
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: Redemption finally comes for Dave Karofsky…
Warnings: spoilers for NBK and after
A/N: The author does not in any way condone bullying or any form of aggression towards homosexuals, or anyone else, for that matter.

Redemption: The Reveal – Part 1
- ibshafer

“As I’ll ever be.” Dave didn’t sound so sure.

Kurt was feeling sick himself, actually, but they’d been planning this for a week now and everyone was already in place – no matter how worried he was, this “show” was going on whether either of them was ready or not.

I must be scared; not even the showbiz metaphors are helping.

Dave’s hand was unnaturally cold as he rubbed slow circles in Kurt’s palm with his thumb, and when Kurt looked up at him, Dave nonetheless smiled a tentative smile at him that was so heartbreakingly beautiful that Kurt almost started to cry. Though he was getting better at, Dave Karofsky had never been known for having a way with words, but this time, his expression said it all.

‘I’m here with you. It’s gonna be okay.’

Trying to fathom how Dave could be so reassuring when he had more at stake here than Kurt did, Kurt smiled and nodded in response, suddenly feeling something warm and expansive in the middle of his chest.

Wow…

I-I kind of love you, Dave Karosfky, you know that?

Of course Dave wouldn’t know that; it was rather a new thing to know, born as it had been a mere second ago.

He’d known, of course, how Dave felt about him since that fateful night in the Dalton Academy parking lot two months.

‘“I love you! …I just wanted to tell you that. I don’t expect anything from you, I just wanted you to know…”’

Under different circumstances, he would have just blurted out this more recent realization – Kurt was a blurter, afterall – but they had enough on their plate right now as it was.

Now was for revelations of a slightly different, though not wholly unrelated, nature.

If we make it through this day without any broken bones, it’s the first thing I’m going to tell him…

They’d parked on the street because it gave them a wider vantage point to watch the incoming student body. When the steady stream had slowed to a trickle, they’d make their move.

In the meantime, they sat in the relative safety of Kurt’s SUV, with its handy shaded windows, which was doubly good because if the jocks, Neanderthals like Azimio and Taylor, could see the way the veins in Dave’s forehead were throbbing, they would have been all over him, like sharks after that drop of blood in the water.

Bravado to the contrary, Dave was nervous as hell.

He had every reason to be.

What they were about to do would change the course of his life – forever. No more hiding behind his jock persona, no more covering up who he really was with tossed slushies and threats of the Fury; the bully everyone hated and was scared of was about to exit stage whatever.

McKinnley High was about to meet the real Dave Karofsky – for the first time…

Despite the decidedly dramatic cast to their plan, it actually hadn’t been Kurt’s idea at all.

No one can tell someone else when it’s Time; it’s a personal decision they have to make for themselves.

Kurt had been protecting Dave’s secret, except when given permission to divulge it, since that fateful day in the Principal’s office and he had been prepared to keep his secret boyfriend – and Dave’s secret – hidden until Dave was ready to reveal it.

He was used to avoiding contact with “Karofsky” at school; it’d be harder now, because his natural inclination, especially after last weekend, was to touch Dave as much as possible, but Kurt was willing to do it, to bite his lip and steer clear of Dave until Dave was Ready, however long that took.

So, on the second morning of their first real weekend together, when Dave had announced, after a very erotic session of breakfast in bed, wherein actual breakfast was in fact consumed (following which they’d spent a good thirty minutes scrubbing maple syrup out of his sheets), that he wanted everyone, and he meant Everyone, to Know, Kurt couldn’t have been happier.

Of course, that happiness was short-lived, as they began to run down the list of just Who that Everyone entailed and just How involved their Plan would have to be, but Kurt was a planner (which meant he thrived on the details) and Dave was a bulldog, (which meant he never gave up or let go) and somehow here they were, a scant week later, ready to set that plan in motion.

Kurt squeezed the big hand that engulfed his and looked up at this boy that he, apparently, loved.

“Do you trust me,” Kurt asked, flushed and, though they’d been sitting motionless for half and hour, a little out of breath.

Dave’s cheeks colored in response. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

For some reason, everything they said or did these days brought back memories of the past two months, as though each event, each word, were adding to some greater whole; to the story of Kurt and Dave.

‘“Oh, I’m pretty sure I can’t trust you…”’

“…Only about as far as I could throw you, Dave” Kurt said and Dave’s eyes crinkled at the remembered reference.

‘“at, what, 250, I’m thinking I couldn’t throw you too far…”’

With one last squeeze, Dave dropped his hand and nodded towards the school. “What do you say we do this?”

Locking the car, they walked across the parking lot.

…to McKinley…

tbc…