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Character Desired: Dave Karofsky
Dave Karofsky had it all. The reputation. The respect. The future. It all came so easy when a simple look could send students running. It’s not something he’s proud of though, at the time, it was enough. Everyone had to do what they needed to do to survive High School, and if word got out about his deepest secret it would be like painting a bullseye on his back. Dave considers himself a screw up. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t find himself attracted to a girl, so he fails as a ‘normal’ guy. He’s not a walking stereotype so he can’t even fit in as a homosexual. And that’s the whole problem, he doesn’t fit. Maybe that’s why he ended up turning to Quinn Fabray. Sure, she was just as popular as him, but there was something about her that he just trusted. With someone to confide into, Dave stopped the bullying though the fear never stopped. Its been months since he last hurt someone yet people still part for him when he walks down the halls. Instead of the security it use to bring, all it does now is feed his self loathing; his need to fix everything he had done.
He could almost see her through the curtains. The beer, though only a small amount considering his company, had left him slightly tipsy. He didn’t trust his mind, for all he knew it could just be a shadow. Still, he could swear he saw a flash of his mother in the window. He shook it off, ignoring it as a trick from the alcohol. There was no way his mother would be awake at this time. He leaned over giving Kurt a quick kiss, light and tight lipped knowing Kurt wouldn’t be all to fond in tasting the liquor in his breath. Stumbling out of the car, he reassured Kurt that he could get to the door fine and watched his boyfriend drive off. Once the lights of Kurt’s car were long gone he turned back towards the house.
His breath hitched, eyes widened as his mouth fell open. It took him a few goes before words finally left his lips. “Ma?”
The look on her face said it all; she had seen the kiss. At least partly. From the window there was no way she could have seen clearly or even who Dave had been kissing. Dave clamped his mouth and made his way past her and inside. He wasn’t going to dig his own grave if she hadn’t seen anything.
“Where the hell have you been, David? Your father and I saw you sneak out! We’ve been worried sick! Who was that girl? Have you been drinking?”
“Ma! Please, one at a time.” He begged, a hand reaching to his head in an attempt to sooth the ache. He really didn’t think he drank all that much, but then again his mother’s voice seemed to have that effect when she got like this. Dave loved his mother, in all honesty, though he knew her love for him was conditional. Another pang of self loathing hit him. After everything lately, the last thing he needed was a reminder of just why he was pathetic. He glanced up when he heard a second set of footsteps. His father came into view with narrowed eyes, his mouth tight as he remained silent. God, he was pissed. Dave fell to a seat giving in to the eventual scolding he knew was coming his way.
“Fine.” Dave flinched at the tone turning slowly back to the woman in front of him, “Where were you?”
“A bar.” He replied with as much as a deadpan expression he could manage in this state.
“I felt like a drink.” He could feel her starting to lose her patience.
“David.” Dave would have let out a sigh of relief if he didn’t think it would only annoy his mother more. Once again, his father was the voice of reason. And a talking Paul was better than a silent Paul. “What’s wrong?”
Dave turned from his fuming mother to give one last glance towards Paul and dropped his head. “It’s just… a shitty day.”
“Language,” his mother scolded with a tap on his leg. He refrained pointing out the fact she had used the dreaded ‘H’ word moments before.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t think this is something you can help me with, Papa.” He shook his head feeling more alone than before. It had been so emotionally taxing keeping his sexuality from his father, how was he suppose to tell him that he also had a time traveling daughter who now knew just how much of a monster he was.
Paul just nodded pressing a palm against Dave’s shoulder. “You may not think so, but we’re here for you, David. I’ll respect your boundaries but you’re not old enough to drink. Not that alcohol can help fix your problem even if you were.”
“Who was in the car?” Trust his mother to break a moment when Dave almost felt connected with his father. His eyes never left his father’s, though. For a moment he almost felt safe. Like he just knew Paul would be okay with knowing.
Dave swallowed hard never looking away from this father. “A friend.”
“A female friend?” His mother pressed. Oh yes, she had seen the kiss. He could hear the hope in her voice. His last, and only, girlfriend had been outed as a lesbian. Even that would leave his mother suspicious.
For a moment he thought of lying. He had his whole life, after all. Except, now he had a family. It didn’t technically exist as of yet but it was his. A husband, two kids, and a freaking dog. And, of course, a Grandmama who only acknowledged her grandchildren through cards on holidays. She would never actually meet them face-to-face. How was he suppose to come out when he knew it would lead to her hating him. Even that, Dave could live with. But that wasn’t the end of it, because as soon as he came out he knew it would cause a break between his parents. Dave was going to be the cause of his parents’ divorce, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.
Finally his head dropped again landing in his hands. A choked sob escaped him along with a ‘no’. He couldn’t keep this up. He was just too tired of hiding to protect them. Weren’t they suppose to love him? Care for him? Protect him? Isn’t that what he was suppose to do for Maura? “He wasn’t a girl, Mama.” His voice rose as he looked back up to her.
This threw her off. She looked down at his reddened face just as floored as he had been when he first saw her in the door way. Her mouth opened and closed momentarily before her eyes narrowed. “David,” it wasn’t a question. No, it was a fucking warning. Like she knew exactly what was going on. “What on earth?”
“It was Kurt Hummel.” He didn’t need to look at Paul to notice the shift. Paul remembered the name all to well. He should with the amount of times they had met in Sue’s office. From the look on her face he could tell she knew too. Burt Hummel’s son. The town fairy.
“Dave,” he choked lightly at the questioning tone. The somewhat caring voice of his father. Dave’s eyes shut, a helpless whimper escaped him.
“My boyfriend, Ma. I kissed my boyfriend.” He looked back up to her. It was the locker room all over again. Some stupid naive part of him believing for a moment that maybe it would be okay. “I’m gay, Ma.”
The words had hardly left his lips before he felt the sharp sting. It wasn’t much, really; she was tiny in comparison. Still, the slap stung like a bitch and tears threatened to spill.
“Molly!” Dave didn’t stick around to hear it. To hear his father come to his defence. Not when Dave knew what it meant. That he had single handily broke their marriage.
He shot out of the chair and into his room locking the door behind him. Pressing his head against the cold wood, he stood there for a moment trying to regain his breath and stop the sobs. He failed once the yelling started. They never yelled, not like this. Whimpering, he curled into his bed staring off. His mother hated him. His daughter hated him. Hell, he hated him. For at least an hour he sat there, the yelling became nothing but noise. He regretted those drinks now as his head felt like caving in. After a moment, he reached for his laptop. He needed a distraction. Anything. Scrolling for a moment he stopped, his whole body froze as he stared in wonder. The last message Maura had sent. The last that he never got to see. No, Maura didn’t hate him. True, she still believed what he did was despicable, but she didn’t hate him. Dave cracked a smile and for a moment he could forget his parents. Forget his mistakes. Finally, he closed the laptop drowning out the noise downstairs and drifted off. Maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad after all.