If I Never See Your Face Again || Kurtofsky 

newyorkbearcubdave:

Dave blinked a few times at Kurt, almost taken aback by how…. weak he seemed. In high school, Dave had always been the weak one. He’d pretended to be strong, to hold the authority, but when it came down to it, he was weak, and Kurt was always strong. It seemed almost ironic that the roles seemed to have completely switched themselves now, especially considering the confusion Dave had when Kurt stated that he needed to make dinner, considering it was only about three o’clock in the afternoon. There was something off about this, so wrong… and yet there was a part of him that seemed to snap inside as Kurt went to turn away from him. Karofsky stiffened his hands against the table, shooting up immediately, crossing his arms in front of Kurt as he listened to the absolutely painful sound of Kurt’s knees cracking, and something inside of him dropped in absolute shock as he saw Kurt open a bottle of pills and pop three right in front of him, not even seeming concerned by it. Hadn’t Dave seen Kurt pop two before he walked up to him? What was wrong with him? He knew that something was wrong with him at this point, and there was a part of Karofsky that was angry that he wouldn’t just tell him. That he was trying to fight so hard against him just because of his own stubbornness and he wouldn’t just speak up and talk to him. He was actually a pretty freaking good person to talk to, if he thought so himself. He thought they were past this crap, even if he’d broken everything off suddenly in high school, he knew that they were definitely past this bullshit. Kurt could tell him when something was wrong, and he’d done nothing but treat him like a piece of shit. And it was like someone flipped on a switch in Karofsky as he stood there, his eyes getting cold as he looked at Kurt. He wouldn’t let himself feel guilty, he was too pissed, too bitter at the moment to feel guilty. No. He wasn’t about to be guilted into being the dopey eyed teddy bear of a guy that he usually was, especially around Kurt. He was holding his ground. Karofsky walked in front of the boy the entire way he slowly walked out of the coffee shop, not even caring right now whether or not it pissed him off. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. So the second the two were outside of the coffee shop, out of ear shot of anyone who was in there, Karofsky spoke up, his eyes still cold and his arms still crossed, as he practically spit the words in Kurt’s face. 

“Will you STOP pretending like everything is okay and just tell me what the fuck is wrong? Because the last time saw you, you didn’t have a cane, and when you got up, your knees didn’t sound like they were fucking bubble wrap, and you didn’t take three fucking pills of who the fuck knows what in the middle of a coffee shop,”

Karofsky began to walk a few steps ahead of Kurt then, practically pacing as he threw his hands up in the air, trying to keep the burn, and the water out of his eyes. He was charged at this point, by bitterness, by pain, by worry even. Because when it came down to it now, just like back in high school, he did nothing but care about Kurt, even through any and all of the attacks that he threw at him. Karofsky continued talking then, feeling his emotions build up even more as words just began to explode out of him. 

“God, what happened to you Kurt? Why have you become this cold, bitter person who pops pills in coffee shops and needs a cane to get around? I can’t fucking deal with this crap right now, I really can’t. I clearly had no idea what I was getting myself into when I thought it was a BRILLIANT idea to talk to you via the Internet,”

Karfosky looked at him for just a second, just one split second as a tear fell from his eye, God, who the fuck knew why this was happening, he felt like a fucking idiot at this point, he didn’t even know why it was happening. He was pissed, if he was pissed, then why the fuck was he tearing up?! Karofsky walked a few steps ahead of Kurt then easily, wiping off his face before looking back at him, the coldness returning to his eyes as he watched Kurt, waiting for him to say something. 

Kurt just kept walking. He let David do as he wished, shouting and yelling, making a complete ass of himself. But as they moved along the whole conversation had lasted about a quarter of a block, Kurt actually pushing himself to walk faster than normal. But as the other man went on and on Kurt found himself wanting nothing more than to reach out and shove a shoe down his throat. He waited until David had just about worn himself out to stop. Kurt finished off his coffee, very calmly sipping the last few drops from the cup before disposing it. He placed his hands on the cane, tilting his head to the side as he stared up at the other man. He pulled his pill bottle out, shaking it softly. “These are Vicodin. This is a prescription bottle. these are given out at doctor’s offices for people who have chronic pain. It makes the pain go away. But you have to ingest them or it doesn’t work.” He slipped the bottle back into his pocket.

"And you weren’t there David. It doesn’t matter what happened. But it did. Long story short, and just so your tiny brain can handle it, I got hurt. I was out for about two weeks, they didn’t think I was going to wake up. I died three times. I woke up, I graduated, I moved on. End of story. And no David, I don’t enjoy this. now if you excuse me I have a long walk home." Kurt shifted his bag before he began to walk again. He slowly limped passed the other man, stopping only to lift up his cane and quickly snap it across the back of David’s knees. Hard. "That’s for being an ass hole. And thinking it’s ok to wear those shoes with that belt." He motioned before he began walking once more.

He held a smirk on his face, like he had won some epic battle instead of just insulting a man-child on the streets of New York. Which, in and of itself, was an all to often occurring in Kurt’s life. Kurt didn’t pay attention as he reached up and removed his hat, running his fingers through his hair, that patches of bald spots overly obvious in the bright afternoon light. He slipped the cap back onto his head, smoothing out a bit of his face, the putty that covered his features was beginning to heat up in the hot New York air. He cursed silently, trying to hurry along faster, grunting softly. Pain shot through his legs as he stumbled along.

(Source: kurthummelwmhs, via soiguessimdave)

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If I Never See Your Face Again || Kurtofsky 

newyorkbearcubdave:

Dave wasn’t exactly in the best of moods. He’d had a lot better days, especially for a Sunday, which was pretty much his one day off during the week. Off from both his internship and classes, because he was basically working his butt off. Whenever he wasn’t in classes, he was at the office, or studying for some midterm or test or writing some essay or doing some prep work for his internship. He felt like he was constantly going and going and going, so when a rare opportunity presented itself in Dave’s busy schedule to take a coffee break, he took it, very happy to have a second to just sit down, and grab a coffee. However, today was a little bit different, because Dave was in an area he didn’t know as well. He’d been running an errand for his boss at work, dropping something off for him, which was essentially his only task that he had for the entire day, because he was off for the day, which really felt good. He’d been dealing with all of the ridiculous nonsense on his Tumblr the second that he’d found Kurt Hummel on there, someone he thought he’d never speak to again after his abrupt break up with the boy at the end of their senior year. The combination of everything had honestly gotten Dave pretty worked up, he was stressed, he was tired, he was a bit on edge, and he knew that he was in need of a well deserved coffee break. He needed to wind down more, ever since he’d gotten the internship, he felt like all of his free time had been sucked away. Of course, it was a good thing, because he had the internship of his dreams, but everyone appreciated a day off. 

Dave walked into the coffee shop, expecting to have a nice, calm, relaxing hour of his life that involved nothing but sipping on coffee and zoning out on whatever was outside of a window. Something he generally did whenever he had a free second now because of how busy he was. He couldn’t even be productive in his free time. Then again, it was free time, and Dave knew that he shouldn’t have to be productive with his free time, because by definition, it was free time. Yeesh. He really needed to get more sleep. As Dave’s eyes scanned the coffee shop, he took in the sweet aroma of the coffee around him as a smile formed on his face, looking at all of the people, whether corporate looking or just there because they had no where else to be. Everyone in there seemed to be there for a reason. Dave liked people watching honestly, when he wasn’t zoning out on a wall or sipping on coffee in his free time, it was something he sometimes liked to do. Like sitting at a bus stop for the sake of sitting at the bus stop and seeing what kinds of people would sit down next to him. It was… interesting to him in this weird way. But Dave’s thoughts completely stopped, everything in him practically lurched as his entire body froze, his eyes widening as he looked at the sight in front of him. 

He was looking at a face. A face that he knew so completely well, a face that he would know anywhere. A face that seemed so familiar and yet, a persona, and a body that seemed so foreign. Kurt Hummel was sitting in front of him, and never had Dave seen him look more… miserable? Was that the right word? He honestly couldn’t tell. For someone who used to be one of the most beautiful human beings on the entire planet to Dave, he looked like he was slowly just decaying. He didn’t look happy, or like he’d gotten any significant amount of rest. Something seemed off about his face. Dave felt something inside of him almost feel…. sorry for him? Or guilty. One of the two. Even if Kurt had literally just screamed at him that morning via the Internet. Dave couldn’t help it. When it came to Kurt Hummel, there was a part of him that would always be drawn to him. Which was why it wasn’t completely shocking to Dave that their lives had seemed to cross paths again. He was a different guy now. He’d been in two different relationships, both with guys since going to college, and his mother no longer dictated his life and how he wanted to live it. She didn’t necessarily approve of him being gay or anything like that yet, but she didn’t control him anymore. And his dad was proud of who he was, he knew he was given a pretty awesome dad. But the bottom line was, Dave did what he wanted now. He dated guys openly and he was now much more comfortable with the fact that he was in fact gay. And even if the Kurt in front of him looked completely different than anything that resembled the Kurt he once knew, and once dated, even… that part of him that told Kurt earlier online that he wanted to show him that he’d changed was still very much present. And so after Dave paid for his coffee and took it from the cashier, he immediately went to sit down across from Kurt, not even hesitating, crossing his arms and almost smirking at him. 

“Well well well… three years of living in the same city and I run into you the morning after I talk to you for the first time since high school on the Internet,”

Dave rested his hand on the table then, tapping his fingers on the wood of the small coffee table as he looked at Kurt, taking the first sip of his coffee. He knew that whatever happened here wasn’t exactly going to be taken well, but hey, he could at least try to pretend for a few seconds that the boy in front of him wasn’t going to completely snap on him.

“So… how are you, Kurt? I don’t think I got to ask that this morning,”

He palmed the iced coffee between his hands, staring down at it merely watching the droplets run alone the side, pooling on his hands. He felt so hot it was almost sickening. He dared to shed a layer, debating it in his head. If he took off the jacket they might see his shoulders were slightly askew. If he removed the scarf they would notice this discoloration on his neck. If he took off the hat his hair would show the bits that were gone. Even the gloves would give away his mangled flesh. Kurt sighed softly to himself, reaching up and wiping away a few droplets of sweat that had formed on his brow. Leaning back in his seat he sipped at his coffee almost ready to leave. It would take him two hours to make the half hour journey. Elffie would be beyond angry with him once he got home with her late dinner.

A sudden stranger made his head perk up, eyes going wide. “Karofsky…?” He internally groaned. he didn’t need this right now. Licking his lips Kurt shot him a look, though there was something off in the way he stared. Like his gaze was a bit more..Lifeless than normal. Like one of his eyes had become lazy, staring in the wrong place, is only slightly askew. “God…You can’t take a damn hint can you?” Kurt tried to push his chair back, grimacing. He hesitated, it seemed like a terrible idea. His meds hadn’t kicked in and when they would he would be writhing in pain. Kurt narrowed his eyes, fishing around as he grabbed his pill bottle, quickly dumping three into his palm. “I’m fine. I need to get home. I have to make dinner. Don’t you have a field to paint or something?” Kurt reached behind him, plucking his cane from the back of his chair, dry swallowing the pills. He grabbed his bag, struggling to sling it and do a number of different things at once. His body was becoming too tired all ready.

Two hours would become an easy three at how much he was hurting. Maybe it was the stress of Karofsky seeing him in such a state. It wasn’t what he needed. Being judged by the ass hole who decided to push his way back into Kurt’s life. Placing his cane between his feet, grabbing the edge of the table with his free hand Kurt began to push himself up. The action was painstakingly slow, knees popping loudly as he began to put pressure on them. He didn’t gasp, no matter how horrible it felt. He just stood up, snatched his coffee and began to slowly make his way to the front door. It was a heavy limp, his whole body weight was put onto the cane. “Good bye Karofsky.” He snapped over his shoulder. Stopping only long enough to slip his sunglasses on before he went outside.

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posted 1 year ago (© kurthummelwmhs)

If I Never See Your Face Again || Kurtofsky 

Kurt snapped his phone shut, eyes glaring as he folded his arms. He hated waiting in line at the coffee shop. Why was he even standing there? He could have just made coffee at home. It was cheaper, not nearly as fancy. But it was basically the same thing..He rolled his eyes, watching as the woman in front of him took a good fifteen minutes just to decide on a single cup. Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, leg hurting as he stood there. It wasn’t as if he could shift and take the pain away for even a moment. It was about twenty second in to deciding what size she wanted that Kurt snapped. “Will you just fucking pick something!?” The whole coffee shop seemed to be in agreeing with him, even if in silence. The woman shot him a look, quickly paying for her coffee before stalking off out of the store. He rolled his eyes, ordering his own cup before heading back to his own darkened corner of the coffee shop.

It was a process for Kurt, getting anywhere, standing up, sitting down. Doing much of anything anymore just seemed like such a burden. Settling down into his seat Kurt placed his cane on the back of his chair, satchel beside him. It was a struggle getting out a little bottle of pills, dumping two into the palm of his hand and washing them down with the iced drink. It was a calmed sigh of relief, leaning back in the chair as he just glanced out the window of the little cafe. He let his chin rest in the palm of his hand, eyes scanning everyone as they passed by. All their attire so much different from Kurt’s. It was a rather warm day, even the most seasoned of New Yorkers seemed to be in thinner layers. But Kurt was bundled up. On layer after the next. A scarf, gloves, hat. It was as if it was December in his world. He frowned slightly, glancing down to see his sleeve slip. The edges of deep scars traced over his pale skin. With a silent gulp he lowered his arm, pulling his sleeve down before smoothing a hand over his almost pristine face. Kurt had never looked more like a doll in his life. Every inch of his skin was flawless…Almost too perfect. He smiled softly to himself as he sipped at his drink.

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posted 1 year ago

Wow…  

newyorkbearcubdave:

If this is honestly how you are going to be, then I have nothing left to say to you.

But trust me, Kurt Hummel. I will prove to you that I’ve changed, if it’s the last fucking thing I do.

My life doesn’t revolve around you anymore. This is how I am to everyone. Get used to the fact that you’re no longer that special.

Don’t bother. I don’t care. Go be different for someone else.

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posted 1 year ago (© soiguessimdave)

Wow…  

newyorkbearcubdave:

STOP, Kurt. Just STOP. I didn’t get in contact with you or ANYONE else to start all of this bullshit all over again. I refused to let my past mistakes dictate how I live the rest of my life, and how you treat me. I am a different guy and the fact that you just approached me like I am the same asshole from high school actually kind of hurts. Because right now, if anyone is being a bully, it’s you

…Because I refuse to let you in again only to be hurt. There’s not enough of me or my sanity left to let you just walk in and break my heart all over again. If protecting myself makes me a bully? Fine. If nothing else, I learned from the best Karofsky. You.

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posted 1 year ago (© soiguessimdave)

Wow…  

newyorkbearcubdave:

Oh really? Because you seem like the same whiney little she-male gay that you used to be. 

Fuck you. You know the situation with my mom and you know that I tried and am still trying to show her that there’s nothing wrong with me. To answer your question, I’m not with anyone. I’m focusing on my career, which is actually going quite well, in case you were curious. I actually came on the Internet to talk to everyone again because I’ve actually changed. I’ve actually become a better guy and I’m pretty proud of the guy I’m becoming. But you aren’t even letting me have a chance to show you that I don’t need baby steps anymore. I honestly had no idea why my hopes were so high.

Oh trust me Karofsky. I might have lost everything but I sure gained a sharp tongue and a good set of claws. So I would back off before you end up getting your cottage cheese ass handed to you.

Not please don’t fuck me. Out of all the guys I could ever possibly let stick their dick in me you’re at the end of the line. And oh good for you. I’m glad you decided to make me the last guy you were ever going to crush and make miserable. If anything became of our relationship it was just that I saved every other man out there from being horribly disappointed. So what are you now like a jock strap cleaner for your college? Or do you just paint the lines on the fields? I’m sure both are oh so rewarding. This is you being a better guy? God I must have forgotten what a miserable ass hole you were originally. Again, why would I ever give you the chance? Because I honestly was set on never seeing your face again and-Oh look. Here we are. Let’s make my life more miserable than it all ready is.

Never gets your hopes up King Kong, with anything. Because it’s an awful long fall to the bottom of the building and I just don’t think you can hit rock bottom twice.

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posted 1 year ago (© soiguessimdave)

Wow…  

newyorkbearcubdave:

Wow, Kurt… I see you haven’t changed a bit.

I don’t even get to try to redeem myself?

Mmm change has been a rather integral part of my life for the past two years.

Why would I allow you that? I’m sure your boyfriend or possibly your girlfriend, depending on if you’re trying to impress your mother or not, wouldn’t want you redeeming anything about yourself with your ex-boyfriend from high school. So why don’t you just go redeem yourself with a wall, it has far more interest in your new found ways than I do. I know better, Karofsky.

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posted 1 year ago (© soiguessimdave)

Wow…  

newyorkbearcubdave:

Well, uh, I was in the city, I’ve been in the city for the last few years, at NYU, actually, in the business school there, and um… I thought I might say hi. Because, you know. I changed and everything.

Hm well glad to see you did something with your life besides dragging your knuckles around Ohio. Though change isn’t always such a good thing. Well, I’ve said my hellos. I suppose we’re done here. I’ll see you again in another two years, maybe ten or twenty. Don’t count on it, I’d rather not.

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posted 1 year ago (© soiguessimdave)

Wow…  

newyorkbearcubdave:

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in touch with most of you…

How are you all?

David Karofsky…A face I never thought I would see again nor sure as to the status of whether I would want to or not. Glad to see you pulled yourself out of the pit that is Lima, one would suppose. Why the sudden interest into any of our lives again?

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posted 1 year ago (© soiguessimdave)
gleerpconfessions:

une-etoiledor, somethinggreatiscoming, and kurthummelwmhs from gleeksof2014 have the best klainchel friendship i’ve ever seen. it’s obvious all three of them really care about each other and they way they have stuck by each other throughout the years is really cute. the klainchel sleepovers are always really fun to read. keep up the good work!

ooc: DEAD! I am honestly just dead! Whoever sent this is in is the single sweetest person ever! God I’m fangirling so hard right now!

gleerpconfessions:

une-etoiledor, somethinggreatiscoming, and kurthummelwmhs from gleeksof2014 
have the best klainchel friendship i’ve ever seen. it’s obvious all three of them really
care about each other and they way they have stuck by each other throughout the
years is really cute. the klainchel sleepovers are always really fun to read. keep up
the good work!

ooc: DEAD! I am honestly just dead! Whoever sent this is in is the single sweetest person ever! God I’m fangirling so hard right now!

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posted 1 year ago (© oldgleerpconfessions)

I'm Wicked Through and Through




Kurt Hummel || 21 || New York City, New York

Currently single and not looking for a relationship with anyone but my job.

I'm son to Burt Hummel, the Ohio congressman. Currently studying at Tisch School of the Arts at NYU, in costume design and minor fashion classes. I am working on a fall line and pulling together my own portfolio. I make my own clothes, with the occasional designer tossed in.

Before the jokes are tossed around, if only because I have heard them a hundred times before, let me set the record straight. My handicap does not define my life. This does not prevent me from beating sense or tolerance into you.

If you have any questions or comments feel free to send them towards my ask box. I love answering them!