We Made a Change

Wow!

Wed, 09 May 2012 22:59:00 -0400

Nice job everyone! I’m so proud of each and every one of you guys. The club keeps getting bigger and better! Anyway, I have some pretty awesome news. We’re going to have our first duet assignment soon! Exciting, right? -Mr. Schue

Dave's Audition

Wed, 09 May 2012 19:13:10 -0400

(From the Glee Club chatzy)

Kurt: For once Kurt was /not/ happy to go to Glee Club at all. He walked into the room with his anger clearly marked on his face and sat silently glaring at Mr. Shue . He never thought he would ever feel so close to quitting something that made him happy. No he wouldn’t quit. Performing was his dream. He would just have to think of way to get Quinn and Dave to quit for themselves. A way that didn’t involve anything sexual. He crossed his arms and legs and just waiting to see this through and hoping it wouldn’t take long. Oh, how he hated that stupid school… 23:05

Dave: There was.. hardly anyone here. Dave knew the Glee Club was unpopular, but Dave was expecting at least a bit of an audience. He had been switching between nervous and smug ever since Sue forced him into this stupid plan of hers. The nerves quickly disappeared once he took in the lack of people watching; his smug grew at the sight of a very pissed off Kurt. God did he want to prove him wrong. Striding to the centre of the room, Dave took the mic and nodded at the band, music filling the room. Locking eyes with Kurt for a moment, Dave started in a deep, mocking voice; “/How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable So condescending unnecessarily critical I have the tendency of getting very physical So watch your step ‘cause if I do you’ll need a miracle/” 23:11

Artie: Artie sat in the choir room, pretty bored. He wasn’t going to admit it to Kurt, but Glee was actually really fun. Besides Rachel. And today. Dave and Quinn were auditioning.. Just great. To be honest, he wasn’t as bothered as Kurt was. Sure, he didn’t like either of them- numerous slushies could do that to you. But at least they were supervised here, right? And so he sat, daydreaming, as Dave walked up to sing. It didn’t really matter how good he was: the club needed members, and, well, it was obvious Schuester was excited to have Karofsky audition. Artie swung his chair back and forth slightly, watching his wheels light up. Colors were interesting. It was a random thought, obviously caused by his boredom. But it was interesting to contemplate. There was blue, which always seemed to have quite a calming effect. Yellow too, really. They were serene. But red, on the other hand, brought up angry, intense feelings. And just then the song finished, snapping him from his thoughts. He hadn’t even had time to contemplate pink. 23:24

Kurt: Kurt’s glare only became more intense as Dave came into the room looking like he had just won a battle. His mouth twisted with despise and his tilted upwards to mix his hate with his knowledge that he was superior to everyone in that room. Especially to Dave. His widened as Dave began to sing though - more than one thing shocking him in that moment. Firstly, the fact that Dave could, in fact, sing. And he was good at it. Kurt had to admit, although he wouldn’t say it, that Dave was talented. His second thought was that he looked even better while performing. There was sort of a flame there that made Kurt believe he had a soul. And then, the song choice. The more he listened, the more it seemed directed at him. Maybe the reason Dave’s feelings seemed to show through was that the song actually reflected it. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and and forced himself to look away. No. This was just a random song. No, reason for Kurt’s cheeks to turn red or for /him/ to find it hard to breathe. He would just walk away if it weren’t for his pride. 23:31

Dave: Dave’s eyes focused on Kurt’s as he continued through the song, the smirk on his face growing as Kurt squirmed and refused to look at him. Satisfied that he was getting to Kurt, Dave doubled his efforts, eyes never leaving Kurt. “What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head You should know better you never listened to a word I said Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did/” Dave ended the note with a very noticeable pelvic thrust, his ego raising with each word. The look on Kurt’s face said it all. Dave could sing and, most importantly, he had proven Kurt wrong. “Does it kill? Does it burn? Is it painful to learn That it’s me that has all the control? Does it thrill? Does it sting? When you feel what I bring And you wish that you had me to hold?” Oh yeah, Kurt was going to be pissed.

Artie: Green was a nice color too, now that Artie thought about it. It reminded him of spring, with all the green grass and cute baby animals. Like Bambi. He’d loved that movie as a kid, he remembered.

Kurt: Kurt curled further into his seat, his hand vaguely in front of his face as he tried his hardest to keep his eyes away from Dave. At one point he had to shut his eyes, his body stiffening as the words went right through to his core. Goddamn, how did Maroon 5 know so much about him ? It was more accurate than if Dave had written it himself. At least Kurt hoped it was. He didn’t want Dave to have the satisfaction of knowing what he thought of when he clutched his pillows. On another hand Kurt could have could take satisfaction in the fact that if the song was that accurate he was doing something to Dave, too. /Not gay… Right./ Kurt opened his eyes to glare at him again, though it probably wouldn’t have much of an effect with how flustered and breathy he was. He hated himself too, for how little control he was able to keep in Dave’s presence. He would just give him more reasons for further humiliation. /God/, didn’t this stupid song have an end?

Dave: Dave tried to switch it up, eyes flicking around to give eye contact with the rest of the group, but his eyes were always drawn back to Kurt’s. He felt a deep well of pride at Kurt’s reaction milking in his discomfort. Kurt’s glare did nothing to warn off Dave, it only proved he was hitting home. High on his triumph, Dave finished off the song, eyes locked with Kurt’s. “/When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love You’ll understand what I mean when I say There’s no way we’re gonna give up And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams Is there anyone out there ‘cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe/” The music died away and Dave sent a subtle wink towards Kurt loving the way Kurt’s face seemed to redden in anger before taking a seat beside Quinn, smirk never leaving his face. Maybe Glee club wasn’t such a bad thing.

Kurt: This could not be happening. The Glee Club was his safe heaven, where he could focus on his dream and express himself freely. Now the only place in this school that felt a little like home had been invaded by his bullies. He felt humiliated, like Dave had just completely exposed him. Even if the room didn’t seem interested. He didn’t even see what could have led him and Quinn to join. Well, Dave was certainly there to torment him. A small, foolish part of him was still hoping that Mr. Schue would have some objection to that audition. But he was obviously so desperate for new people that all he did was clap and cheer and tell Dave how good he was. Kurt scoffed. /He wasn’t even that good./ He lied to himself, sending another vicious glare Dave’s way. Him and that hideous smirk. Hideous, disgusting, not talented at all…! He got up and strolled out in a storm heading for the first bathroom he found, gender distinctions were unimportant. If this kept going on Kurt might go insane with frustration.

The Glee Club

Mon, 07 May 2012 21:29:37 -0400

The Glee Club:

Today we’ve got the auditions from our newest members, Quinn Fabray and Dave Karofsky! This will be sooo good for the club!

A message from Sue Sylvester:

Sun, 06 May 2012 18:30:00 -0400

Hey, Q and King Kong. I need to talk to you twits. Be in my office in 5.
(For Quinn’s and Dave’s eyes only)

I need to borrow those hormone-driven teenage heads of yours. Sue Sylvester need eyes on the inside. The two of you going to infiltrate Schuester’s little “Glee Club” and destroy it from the inside. That prick is stealing my funding. I need dirt on every student in that stupid club, and Billy, or whatever the hell his name is, as well. They’re meeting after school today, and I expect both of you will be auditioning. Give me results by the end of this week or there will be hell to pay.

Now get the hell out of my office and go back to slushying some poor Freshman or whatever you were doing.

-Sue Sylvester

Here's Dave!

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 19:29:12 -0400

Here's Dave!

Audition of Dave Karofsky ACCEPTED

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 19:04:00 -0400

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Character Desired: Dave Karofsky

Short Bio:

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.

Writing Sample:

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.

“Why?”

“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.

Dave needed for Kurtofsky/Quartie 2x2 (click for the plot &...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 22:38:00 -0400

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Dave needed for Kurtofsky/Quartie 2x2

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 21:19:37 -0400

I’m gonna
make a change
for once in my life.

All Quinn Fabray had ever wanted was to be popular, to have everyone look up to her and fear her. To be on top. But, at the start of senior year, she came back to McKinley High a new person; hair pink and clothes drastically altered, she was determined to make an impact. A bit of the old Quinn still remained, though, causing her to seek refuge with Dave Karofsky. The football quarterback was her golden ticket: a friend when she needed one, and a way to stay on top. And for Dave, she became a way for him to hide his deepest secret.

And then there was Artie Abrams. He was, in every way possible, the complete opposite of Quinn Fabray. A wheelchair-bound nerd, he contented himself with being leader of the AV club and hanging out with Kurt Hummel. Their friendship had been forged earlier in high school, the two of them seeking comfort for their differences. Because Kurt- who was openly gay and, as a result, often bullied- understood Artie’s problems. And Artie, being forever handicapped and therefore a common bully victim too, understood Kurt.

So, at McKinley, two unusual friendships bloomed at opposite ends of the social totem pole. Seemingly unconnected, they lived their lives separated, as nerds and jocks usually are. Except for Glee Club. Because Glee Club became the place where hierarchy stood forgotten. And, much to everyone’s surprise, it became the place where Quinn Fabray and Dave Karofsky would realize that they maybe had feelings for Artie Abrams and Kurt Hummel. But just maybe.

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