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Fic: Unfolded Like a Love Story - 12/14

theauthor2010 — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 21:23:56 GMT

Title: Unfolded Like a Love Story - 12/14
Rating: R
Pairing: Dave Karofsky / Kurt Hummel
Summary: Their heated locker room kiss was one of the worst moments of both Dave Karofsky and Kurt Hummel's lives. Little did they know that someone had viewed the kiss, a kiss that led to his obsession with the pair.
Warnings: Kidnapping, non-con (very vaguely referenced
AN: The anonymous commenter in the last chapter was my inspiration for Kurt's idea. ~~I don't think they'll get the chance to try it, but still.~~

Dave watched Kurt sleep for awhile. He was actually sleeping this time, not drugged. He was really beautiful when he slept; well, even more beautiful than he usually was. Dave had censored his thoughts about Kurt for so long and now that he was in the dire situation he was in he couldn't bother. He loved Kurt and that was all that mattered. He couldn't lie to himself anymore.

He knew that his nameless captor was breaking him. He couldn't think about what had been done to him, because he would throw up and cry; he had to be strong. He had to keep a level head about him. He had gotten this far without breaking completely. Even when he had been violated, torn apart in the worst way, he had kept his guard up. If he could pretend to be a straight, homophobic bully for years, then he could pretend that he wasn't breaking inside right then and there.

Kurt clenched his fists as he slept. He was so scared. It was Dave's goal to protect him, of course, but there was very little he could do to make the situation they were in less dire. Pretty soon Dave wasn't alone, as the man who had taken them joined him. "He's pretty precious isn't he?" he asked, watching Kurt in the same way. "He's so unappreciated, so undervalued in this society. It's disappointing."

"What do you want from me now?" Dave asked, glaring at the man. He was afraid of him because he knew exactly what he was capable of doing, but at the same time he was too far gone to care about what happened. "Tell me. Another round with me? Another round of telling me how perfect I'll be for Kurt, because you're a deranged psychopath that can't understand that you can't control life." Dave wasn't surprised by the blow to the face. He relished in it, actually, the way that it made him feel suddenly clear in the head. His face stung, the red mark left in the wake of smack burning some clarity into the back of his head. "You're just too weak to realize that you're not in control." He let the man hit him again. The violence and the pain it felt dangerous. He fought back too, hands on the man's waist pushing him back.

He wanted out. He wanted to fight. He didn't want to lie down and give up. He wanted it to come to blows traded back and forth. He had always been a physical person. He had always taken care of things with his fists. The man fought back, a formidable opponent. He pushed Dave back and when Dave hit the wall, Kurt woke up. His eyes flickered open and then flash, he was there and he was aware. "Stop!" he yelled, his voice hoarse. "Stop it right now!"

Dave picked himself up just when the man grabbed Kurt around the neck, hoisting him up and using him as a shield. Kurt struggled, his feet scraping against the ground underneath his feet. He choked and sputtered, struggling as hard as he could. Dave, trained puppet that he was, stopped in his tracks as Kurt was put back down.

"I do not want to witness another outburst from you," he said, his tone dangerous. Dave hated him more than he ever had. "I will not hesitate to punish you for it." He immediately turned his attention to Kurt, who was rubbing his neck uncomfortably and staring at him with fear in his eyes. "Take off your clothes, pet."

Kurt's eyes flared. "No," he whispered. "I can't…we can't…"

"Don't worry," he said softly. Dave swore that he saw actual concern in his eyes. That was the scariest part, the fact that he believed himself to be genuine. "It's not time for you two to consummate your relationship. I just want you to get comfortable Kurt. You're very shy and I want you to share your body. You haven't had the experience that David has." He turned to Dave and smiled; it was a smile that reminded Dave of what he'd done. He shivered, shaking his head and trying not to look him in the eye. "Kurt, please just do it. Let us see."

Kurt looked at him with a dangerous defiance, but he did what he was told. He took off his shirt. "There," he said with a sarcastic sound to his voice that made Dave's heart hurt but gave him hope. Kurt had such a fire left in him. He was going to be fine. He took off his pants too, staring at their captor with a scary bravery. "Would you like me to take off my underwear too? I assure you that it's just a penis down there, nothing more. No magical angelic fairy dust or whatever the fuck you're hoping for."

His intensity burned Dave. It was enough to keep him from looking at Kurt's vulnerable body. "No that's enough," the man said, not catching the venom in Kurt's tone. He pat Dave on the shoulder. "Look at him, David, what do you think of him? I'll tell you what I think. He's beautiful. He's absolutely perfect. He's an angel. We're going to take such good care of him, aren't we?"

"I think he's beautiful," Dave said, taking courage from Kurt's strength. "I think he's gorgeous and he's even more gorgeous when he's telling you like it is."

"Glad to hear that," the man said delicately. "Kurt don't get dressed again. I am going to bring you some more suitable clothing and some food. I'll be back."

For awhile, Kurt and Dave just stared at each other. Kurt didn't make a move to cover himself up again or get dressed. "I'm not letting him break me," Kurt said, really stating the obvious considering how bold he'd been. "I'm not going to let him break me and I really hope that you don't let him break you either David. So d-do you really think I'm beautiful?" He added the last part as a lighter moment, a hope of making Dave smile. Dave could tell. He couldn't smile for Kurt.

"I do," he said.

"You know," Kurt said with a delicate smile, "you and I should do it. We should be together before he has the chance to have us do it for his amusement. You love me and you think I'm beautiful. It's sort of the first time that any guy could ever want."

"Do you mean that?" Dave asked as the idea struck him. He didn't want to have to take Kurt's virginity, not here and not like this, but it was a better idea than having some guy watch them have sex at gunpoint for his own pleasure. It was the best option that the two helpless young men really had. It could work. His heart started racing as he thought about it. Kurt just about nodded when the man returned with some clothes for Kurt and two plates of food. He silenced as they both thought about it.

theauthor2010 — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 22:49:13 GMT

Title: In His Own Skin
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave wants to go all the way with Kurt but insecurity about his body overwhelms that.
Warnings: Micropenis, Body Insecurity, Rimming, Anal, Oral

Kissing his boyfriend was nothing that Dave could have imagined, not even in his wildest fantasies. It was, simply put, even better. Kurt was sturdy, confident and liked to take the lead in their impromptu make out sessions, straddling his boyfriend's hips and pushing him down to the bed, kissing him hard. Kurt had actually told Dave early in their relationship that he had rid himself of the shy boy who didn't take what he wanted. He was good at kissing, whether that kissing came in the forms of shy, gentle, stolen kisses or passionate making out – the latter of which was going on right then and there.

Dave moaned as Kurt cupped the side of his face, kissing him hungrily. He was so lost in the absolute bliss he was feeling that at first he didn't notice Kurt's wandering hands. He pressed up into the kiss, wanting more of Kurt's talented mouth. He was aroused, yes, but it never dawned on him that Kurt was too. Kurt's left hand wandered down his chest, to the waistband of his jeans, where it pressed experimentally against his crotch.

Dave froze up. He immediately reached down and grabbed Kurt's wrist, pulling away from the kissing. "Don't," he whispered, staring into Kurt's lust-filled blue eyes. "Don't do that."

Kurt pulled back, hips still pressed dangerously close to Dave's. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked softly. "We do this all the time. I thought that you were okay with it." The slight frown that crossed Kurt's face worried Dave immensely. He didn't want his boyfriend to think that he was crawling back into the closet. No, he was slowly coming out of it and was more than okay with kissing Kurt. They had even talked about eventually going all the way, something Kurt was more than eager to do, to give him. He was just so scared for Kurt to feel, to know the truth.

"I love you Kurt," he blurted out. He had said it before and it no longer felt foreign on his tongue. He looked up at his boyfriend and tried to steady himself. He was not going to cry. He was not going to cry. He reached up and brushed the hair away from Kurt's eyes. "I just don't know if we can…if you can touch…"

Kurt frowned, shaking his head like he didn't understand. "David, tell me what's wrong?" he asked, getting off of Dave and instead sitting on the side of the bed.

"You're not going to want to have sex with me," he said. It sounded so pathetic, so ashamed that he wanted to cry. Tears started to build in the corners of his eyes and he did his best to wipe them away before they were seen. He was so nervous, so afraid. Kurt didn't seem the type to hate or discriminate against anyone, not to Dave, who Kurt had saved from himself. "You're not going to want to get intimate with me or do any of that stuff."

"Why not?" Kurt whispered, sweetly.

"I'm fucking small, Kurt."

It was so freaking embarrassing and it led to anger surging in Dave that he hadn't felt for awhile. He clenched his fist and tried to breathe as he laid back against the headboard. Kurt scooted up close to him on his knees and touched his face as he turned it the other way. "David is that really what's bothering you?" Kurt asked. "Do I look like some kind of size queen or something? I love you, not your…your penis, okay?"

He turned back and stared at Kurt. "Baby, I wish that I meant that I was lacking compared to porn stars," he mumbled, rolling his eyes. "I mean that I have…okay, so there's this thing called a micropenis, right?" Fuck, he was crying. The tears that he'd been holding in just burst the second that he saw it. All of the years of taking showers after everyone else had left the locker room, or being teased by the few who saw it (including Hudson, that smug jackass with the big dick), just came back in a flood of emotion. He took a deep breath and tried to laugh but it came out as a near sob. "I had some hormone issues I guess. I got treatment for it and it's not as bad as when I was like eleven but…it's still bad. It's way below normal."

Kurt frowned. Dave wasn't sure what he was thinking. "David, baby, please stop crying," he said, wiping at Dave's cheek with the back of his hand. "Once again, do you think I love you for your penis?" He chuckled under his breath and very casually stroked his hand down Dave's waist to his crotch. "Are you hard right now?" he asked. There was a slight blush on Kurt's face because bedroom talk was not his thing at all. "Are you hard because you've been making out with me? Because of me?"

Dave nodded slowly. "Y-yes…"

Kurt glanced toward the closed bedroom door and then carefully unbuttoned his pants. "Can I?" he asked.

Dave was hesitant. Kurt would take one look at his super small dick and leave the room. He knew it. Still, he couldn't resist the look in Kurt's eyes and nodded. He moved and shifted his hips as Kurt pulled down his pants and underwear. Well, there it was. Kurt was face to face with his tiny penis, which was maybe three inches hard. Kurt looked at it for a moment but none of the scorn Dave imagined existed in his face. "Think about it this way," he whispered, reaching out and stroking his boyfriend's dick. Dave shuddered in pleasure at the touch. "I was very afraid of the blowjob thing. I'm not afraid right now. Edge of the bed, baby."

Kurt led Dave to the edge of the bed, where his feet were dangling over it. With the catlike grace Dave admired in him, he dropped down to his knees at the side of the bed. He watched through the tears as Kurt leaned over and took Dave's cock into his mouth. As much hate as he'd always had for his size, there was something amazing and well, sexy, about Kurt taking in the entire length in a second. His eyelashes fluttered as his eyes closed and he sucked lightly at first, a low moan escaping him that Dave felt.

Kurt rested a delicate hand against his hipbone as he experimentally rolled his tongue over the underside of Dave's cock. Dave looked down and almost moaned. He had never thought of his dick as anything but embarrassing but he liked the way that Kurt looked the whole length of him in his mouth. It was positively beautiful and positively slutty, the way he moaned, eyes half closed.

He was close to coming. He brushed his fingers over the feather light strands of Kurt's hair. "Kurt, baby," he breathed in warning. Kurt had never blown him before and he wasn't exactly sure if Kurt had ever given a blowjob. He didn't want him to be surprised when Dave came. Kurt, however, just moaned in affirmation.

Dave came hard, thrusting forward and absolutely shaking. He laid back as much as he could, stretching his back. "Kurt," he whined. "Oh God, Kurt."

Kurt looked up at him and just smiled, swallowing. He then got up, taking off his pants so that he was standing in front of Dave in his boxers. "Did that make you feel better baby?" he asked softly, looking self-satisfied. "I really liked doing that. I want to sort of make a habit of doing that for you, cause yeah, freakin' awesome."

He sat down on the bed next to Dave, holding his hand and pressing a kiss to his lips. Dave blushed when he realized he could taste himself on Kurt's tongue. They kissed long and hard, before he realized he was half naked while Kurt was dressed. He made a soft sound and Kurt smiled. "We should get naked," he said, pulling off Dave's shirt, followed by his own.

Dave stared hard at Kurt's pale chest. Kurt was absolutely beautiful, all smooth skin. There was a reason that his cheerleading coach's nickname of Porcelain had stuck all around their high school. He was perfection. Kurt blushed under the intensity of his gaze and the flush of red against his pale, pale skin was awesome. Kurt pulled off his pants as well, revealing an average sized cock that was already pretty red and hard from just what Kurt had been doing. "Fair?" he asked in a sweet voice.

"Fair," Dave agreed, taking off his shirt.

Making out naked was even more awesome than making out with their clothes on. Kurt wrapped his legs around Dave and held tight, kissing him hard. He could feel Kurt desperately trying to control himself, keep himself from thrusting against Dave's hip. "God, fuck me Kurt," Dave mumbled under his breath. He didn't even think about what he was saying until Kurt looked at him with curious eyes. "What?" he asked. "I know that you mentioned wanting to bottom but…yeah, I think that might not work as easily."

Kurt pursed his lips and nodded. "I want to."

"You really do?" he asked. Dave was surprised. He never imagined that Kurt would want that.

"Of course. I'm your boyfriend David."

"How should we-" Dave asked, unable to believe that it was actually happening. He knew all of the mechanics, had seen all of the pamphlets, but he was scared to actually do it. "What position and…do we have lube…condoms, all the stuff we need…"

Kurt nodded. "Of course we do," he said, going to get exactly what they needed. He practically pranced around naked as he went to get the stuff. Dave stared at him in awe. "Why don't you get on your stomach, propped up a bit? I read somewhere that was the easiest way to do it with a virgin."

Dave nodded, listening to the thumping in his chest. He grabbed a pillow and stuck it under his hips, rolling onto his stomach. He reached down and gently stroked his cock as he watched Kurt return, walking way too enthusiastically for a guy who was butt-naked. He was already getting hard again. Oh God. He pressed his face against the mattress, trying his best to relax. Kurt crawled up from behind him and rubbed a hand over the small of his back in a manner that could only be described as comforting.

Kurt's hand slipped lower, down his back and to the crack of his ass. He rubbed along the crack, before teasing a finger against his hole. Dave took a deep breath, hoping that Kurt knew what he was doing. Kurt didn't do anything for quite awhile, just rubbing and gently pressing. He felt shuffling behind him but when he turned his head back, Kurt lightly smacked him on the shoulder. "Eyes forward, okay? Oh man I can't believe I'm gonna try this…"

Oh fuck.

Dave bucked against the pillow, letting out a desperate whine as he felt Kurt's tongue on his hole. Kurt had one hand on each of his cheeks, spreading him apart as he rimmed him. Yes, Dave knew what rimming was. He had seen it in porn and it was probably one of the hottest things ever. He had never imagined it being done to him and not by his innocent Kurt who wouldn't even share his past sexual experiences with hair gel in high school and that dumbass he dated during his freshman year of college.

Kurt licked along his crack, gently pressing his tongue inside his hole. Dave moaned, thrusting his hips forward and humping the pillow underneath him. He was already close to coming for a second time. He let out a broken moan and came, quickly, spilling all over the pillow. Kurt let out a soft chuckle. "Did you come?" he asked softly, licking Dave's back playfully as he rose up. "God I'm good. Now I'm gonna fuck you."

Dave just lay there limp as Kurt finally cracked out the lube and started rubbing something slick against him. Kurt teased his hole, barely pressing in at first. Dave was sure that the bastard was drawing it out so he could get hard again, but his protest came out as a whimper. Kurt finally slid one slick finger in and Dave whined. "Oh God Kurt that feels good," he said. It did feel good. He felt full and satisfied.

Kurt smirked and rubbed his free hand against Dave's back. "Want to make you feel good about yourself gorgeous," he said, hand stroking him as the other thrust in and out of his ass. Kurt added another finger a moment later. It hurt a little but it was the good kind of hurt, the satisfying kind. He let out a deep breath. "Can you take more?"

"Mph," was his answer and Kurt added more, thrusting and scissoring, continuously moving. Dave did nothing except feel. He wanted Kurt inside of him and wanted him inside as soon as possible.

"Get up on your knees," Kurt said, pulling out. "Hands and knees sweetie."

Dave got up on shaky needs, looking down and seeing his cock hanging between his legs, hardly standing out against his balls. He had always been so ashamed of it, but now it didn't bother him as much. Kurt had completely rebuilt his confidence. "Oh shit!" he yelled out as Kurt put the tip in, the stretch intensifying. Kurt stilled and Dave melted. "Please, more, it's okay…" He didn't want to do anything to discourage him.

Kurt slowly pressed inside inch by inch. Dave let out a gasp. It hurt but the hurt was quickly covered up by a moment of satisfaction, a realization that Kurt loved him. Kurt kept pushing until he felt his hips. "That's so g-good," he said shakily.

Kurt was very flexible, so he seemed to have no problem when he started thrusting in and out. Dave was overwhelmed by the way it felt. He was overwhelmed by pleasure, even though he was burnt out from his last two orgasms. It was perfect. He moaned and clutched the blanket with one of his hands. Kurt was pretty quiet, but the noises he did make were what mattered. He moaned and gasped, tiny breathy sounds.

Dave rocked against his legs with each thrust of Kurt's thin hips into his. It felt so good. Kurt was fucking him. Kurt loved him. Kurt wanted him. There were so many emotions attached to how he was feeling and tears started pooling in the corners of his eyes. He let out a whine and a moan. Kurt steadied one hand on his stomach. "I fucking love you Dave," he breathed out. "I love your body, I love your heart and I freakin' adore you."

Dave let out another whine, this time a near whimper when Kurt wrapped his hand around his cock, teasing the head with his thumb. Dave wanted to get hard again but he was a little burned out. Kurt kept thrusting over and over. He moaned and eventually peaked hard, practically squeezing Dave as he did so. "I'm gonna make you come again," he whimpered as he rode out his orgasm. Dave was hard by this point.

Kurt pulled out, still touching his boyfriend, slowly tracing his fingers over his dick, rubbing his balls, absolutely worshipping every part of the anatomy Dave was ashamed of. He turned Dave over and held his gaze as he brought him to a final orgasm. Dave came so hard he was crying, tears streaming down his face. He had never loved Kurt so much and he had never felt so comfortable in his own skin.

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 18/18

theauthor2010 — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 00:00:29 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 16/18

Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.

Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,

AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

I have to say that the Nationals competition at least makes the taunting and teasing I receive different. Instead of being called a man a hundred times daily, girls from Vocal Adrenaline walk by and make snide remarks about eggs. I don't think I'll ever forget Jesse's betrayal, but at the same time it doesn't sting anymore, which makes their remarks useless. Jesse St. James isn't a part of my life anymore. Preparing to perform is terrifying. These are the best show choirs in the whole country, after all. With choirs from big places like Los Angeles, New York City itself and everywhere else, the changes of a small town Ohio choir doing any damage is minimal. The other choirs also have many other Nationals level competitions under their belts while we do not. Still, I have to think on the bright side. Maybe we will be able to defy the expectations of us.

"Are you scared?" Finn asks. I wonder if my fear is obvious. I think I'm the person who's the most afraid here. It's because I want the success so damned much. I turn to him and try my best to manage a smile. I don't think it comes out the way I want it to, because Finn makes a face that is slightly awkward.

"A little," I say, forcing out the words that downplay my terror. "I mean, this is a big deal to me, Finn."

"I know it is," he says, wrapping both arms around me and hugging me tightly. God, he always makes me feel so tiny. I smile and hug him back, feeling genuinely better even though my good attitude is a little on he forced side. "We're going to do fantastic Rachel. Even if we don't come out on top, the fact that we made it here is a big deal. I was looking at the program and a lot of the choirs are from places like LA, Seattle, Chicago, here…nobody expected us to make it. We're awesome."

I love how he always knows exactly what to say. We've had our ups and downs and a rough time with some things, but he is most definitely the one for me. I squeeze him tight and then look at the clock. "I'm going to go fix myself up. My god, Finn, it's almost time for us to go on!"

Running high on adrenaline, I rush to one of the women's rooms. When I arrive, I find a person that I do not expect. It makes me more nervous than public restrooms normally do on a daily basis, honestly. Sunshine was a new student at McKinley in September. Overcome by jealousy of the dainty, feminine girl with a powerhouse of a voice, I did something that was completely unforgivable for her. "Uh hi," I mumble, fixing my hair in the mirror. "Good luck out there today. Everyone's saying that Vocal Adrenaline is…bound to take their next consecutive Nationals title. We're still going to fight hard though."

The anxious girl looks at me. "Why are you talking to me?" she asks. "I haven't forgiven you. I'm not a bitter person Rachel, but I did allow myself to be quite amused at my friend's jokes at your expense."

I blink. Well at least she's bluntly honest. Now is not a good time for an emotional overflow but I let it out. "I'm sorry for what I did to you earlier this year," I say. "If Vocal Adrenaline crushes us again, it will be my fault and I'll deserve it. There was no amount of jealousy that made that okay. You were just so amazing and I didn't want you to take from me what I'd worked so hard to make my own. It was wrong and now I know that every person deserves a chance to shine. Jealousy will only get you so far and the only things that actually worked for me this year were those moments when I was unashamedly myself without hurting others."

She turns to me. She blinks and laughs some.

"You've changed in nine months," she says plainly. "I totally accept your apology Rachel. You know, one of my American born cousins goes to McKinley still. I know what went down. I can see why that would contribute to your obsessive, jealous behavior. You should know that a lot of the Vocal Adrenaline girls make fun of you out of jealousy too. You're beautiful and talented. We're going to win anyway, of course, but we'll have quite a fight with your choir."

She walks out of the bathroom with a lot less anxiety and more confidence. I am still reeling at that. I have hurt people like Sunshine, Quinn, Santana, purely out of the fact that I wanted to be more like them. The truth is though, I like me. I like being me. I finish dressing and cleaning by myself and then it's time to go on. We are flawless. We do three numbers, all which are balanced and showcase the variety and power of our choir. I can't help reflect, just as we finish, about what a beautiful variety we have. There is not one generic voice. We have soul singers, sweet, pure voices, rock and r&b sounds, basically, we have everything the other groups are offering and more. We are as perfect as we can be. The other choirs, of course, are fantastic too.

"Oh dear God," Puck whispers from his seat next to mine, watching as Sunshine leads Vocal Adrenaline in an amazing number. Quinn looks at Santana and both girls look like they're going to throw up when a local choir performs a number with more choreography than we could manage if we were all as good as Mike and Brittany.

When we go to check the rankings, Mr. Schue gathers us all together. "Remember guys," he says, "winning isn't everything. This is our first shot at a Nationals competition and you guys did amazing. I am so proud of you." We do place in the top ten, which is miraculous. I don't think I've ever cried so hard and I just may have broken Kurt by squeezing him so tightly. Unfortunately, when the final judging occurs, we place in seventh.

"That's awesome guys," I say, hugging anyone I can get a hold of. "This was just our first try. Some of us are seniors next year, so we'll try harder than ever. We'll win next year." I know, without a doubt, that next year is ours. I have learned so much this year about who I am, about being myself and I know that this is ours.

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 17/18

theauthor2010 — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 22:17:21 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 16/18

Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.

Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,

AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

"What are you guys thinking as far as a Nationals set list?" Mr. Schue asks and, of course, I'm prepared to answer.

I stand up and can literally hear an audible sigh. I turn to glare back at Quinn. We've evolved lately from rivals, to friendly rivals. I smile. "We need a group number that highlights and focuses on each of our individual strengths. Most of our opponents at Nationals are going to center around a strong singer but we need to center around all of our strong singers."

Mr. Schue looks impressed. He stares. "Rachel, that's different," he says. I know it is. I have realized that I will not abandon my goal of stardom for anything but I am also here for my friends. A good star is only as good as their team. It's hard to do this but I keep my head high and force it. "I've noticed a huge change in you."

"This whole choir is skilled," I say calmly. "We'll do great highlighting a unique sound."

We spend the rest of the rehearsal session brainstorming numbers that would accurately showcase all of the talent we have. It's not easy. I find that I am learning a lot about myself in the last couple of weeks. It makes me happy. I think for the first time in a long time, I am very pleased with myself and who I have become. I'm also happy about New Directions and how far we've come as a group. Nationals is going to be fantastic.

It also comes faster than any of us were prepared for.

On the plane, I sit and watch the interaction between my friends but I do not take much part in it. I have Defying Gravity playing on my ipod, reminding me of all the goals that I've held for myself and how nothing is going to stop me from getting them. I watch as Puck and Lauren flirt loudly in the row behind me and roll my eyes, turning to look at everyone else. Kurt is ranting to Mercedes about something, arms flailing and eyes wide. Finn and Mike are getting restless because they're starting to shove each other in their messing around.

I can't believe its happening. I wanted this so badly for so long. New York is my favorite place in the whole world and now New Directions are hitting up New York. We're going to show all the other show choirs exactly what we're made of.

We land in the early evening. I look around me as we go to college our luggage and something just hits me. I stop and there are tears streaming down my face. Finn catches up with me and puts his arms around me. "Rachel, you're crying," he says. He always makes me feel so small, but at the same time so loved and protected. I look up at him and smile, nodding a little.

"I am," I admit. "We made it Finn."

We get to our hotel after that. We only booked two hotel rooms so the boys are stuffed in one and the girls in another. Mr. Schue is probably the most ridiculous excuse for an educator ever and leaves us. Kurt and I take it as our golden opportunity. It is Kurt's idea. He sits cross-legged in a chair in the girls room and his eyes light up; they positively sparkle with energy. "Rachel," he said. "The Gershwin Theater isn't far from here. Mr. Schue has left the building. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

It's dangerous, potentially stupid and not the best idea ever but I take the golden opportunity and nod. Kurt and I take off down the New York streets maybe fifteen minutes later. I hold his hand most of the time, nervous about the crowds. I have always admired New York's buzz and activity but at the same time I'm a Lima girl. It intimidates me. I know I'll have to get used to it but that doesn't mean it's comfortable yet.

By an act of God and a forgiving security guard, we are able to sneak in the theater. I can't even accurately describe what we saw. There it was, in all its glory, the set of one of the best present day musicals to exist. Standing on that stage, I could feel the rush of energy that must come from the crowd when Elphaba makes her gravity defying flight. I stand there in the middle of the stage and all of the desire I have floods through, coupled with the emotions that are just attached to this scenery.

"You feel the same way I do, seeing this," Kurt whispers, looking at me. I can see the faintest traces of tears in his pretty eyes. Kurt is the only person I have ever met who can understand what something like this means to me. I look around and don't speak. All I can do is nod at his statement. He knows it. He feels it too. He shares my dreams. We both stare at that big clock and we feel it. "You know that we can't get through this without singing, right Rachel?" he asks. "Your voice deserves to be heard."

We sing "For Good" and it's the perfect choice. It describes our friendship. It is who we are. We're two people who are painfully alike and who have experienced a real up and down relationship. I love Kurt. He's changed me for the better and I know that. He's brought me from a selfish girl who couldn't see beyond her own dreams to who I am today. I love him so much. We both have a lot to apologize for, actions in our past toward each other that have absolutely sucked, but we're also best friends, for now and forever.

"We're going to be friends for the rest of our lives, right Kurt?" I ask. I used to say that friendship didn't mean a thing to me, not compared to my dreams, but Kurt's friendship is more important than any other relationship that I've ever had.

He hugs me. He actually initiates the hug. "For good, even though that is probably the cheesiest thing I have ever said."

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 16/18

theauthor2010 — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 22:17:46 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 16/18

Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.

Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,

AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

The McKinley Alliance tops its membership shortly after prom with twelve members. It seems that Kurt and I have made a difference, even if it's not gigantic. I take them all in with so much pride. Sure, the majority of our members are still glee kids, but c'mon, we got Santana after prom and Dave. That's a big deal. There are also two more girls, Sara and Melissa. People are focusing and trying to make a difference. I am proud.

Sandra, the freshman who has been around since day one, approaches me shyly the moment that I enter the room. "Rachel," she says. "I think that I know who pulled the prank on you and Kurt during the junior prom. I overheard them saying it but they didn't pay me any attention because I'm just a nobody freshman. It was a group of girls. I think that most of them were on the Cheerios."

Santana looks livid and leans over and whispers something to Brittany. "We'll take care of them, Berry," she mumbles after Brittany says something in a scolding tone. Brittany is good for Santana. She rounds her out or something.

"It doesn't really matter," I promise Sandra. "The prank was cruel and was trying to mess with Kurt and I for our identities, but it also brought attention to the club that Figgins would have never let us get anyway. It let people know that people are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered and a million other identities. Nothing is straight and narrow and maybe for once McKinley has something right."

"Maybe you're right," she says gentle.

The rest of the meeting is eventful. We discuss fundraisers because we have absolutely no money and getting a club field trip to a small pride event in Columbus. Kurt and I are going anyway so we're going to try and find a means to get our whole club there. I am inspired and feeling good. I am who I am and it's pretty damned awesome. I'm excited for the club's future.

That afternoon after our meeting, I end up talking to Dave and Kurt. They decide that they want to go on a real date, but are both nervous. "Would you and Finn want to um, double up?" Kurt asks. He looks insanely insecure but I am more than eager to agree for both myself and my boyfriend. I know that double dates seem a little cheesy to someone like Kurt but it seems to me like it will take the pressure off.

After school, Kurt and I go to the mall. I am usually very hesitant to go to the mall when Kurt Hummel is involved but I am taking the risk today. It is not very crowded because of the time of day and the fact that it is a weekday. We walk through shops and do the usual things. I even let Kurt pick an outfit for me under the condition that his choice not be too extravagant or too expensive.

"I don't know about this," I say, holding up a black dress. It seems a little bit revealing compared to what I am used to. Big sweaters and loose skirts usually work to conceal things a little better than this particular tight-fitting number.

"Trust me Rachel," he says, and I do.

I come out of the dressing room, wearing what Kurt has suggested. His jaw drops as he claps. "Oh my goodness Rachel," he says, looking me up and down with bright eyes. "You look absolutely beautiful. You have got to wear that on our double date. I demand it of you. You look stunning, marvelous, perfect."

I smile as he goes on and on. "Okay, okay," I relent, knowing that Kurt has never been the type to let it go easily.

We talk a little bit at the mall too. I ask him how he feels about our date. "I really like Dave," he admits. "It's way too early to jump into a relationship with him, because, well, up until a few weeks ago he was my worst bully. I do like that we have a friendship going on and I'm learning so much about his personality. We don't have a lot in common, exactly, but we have a lot to alk about if that makes sense."

"That makes sense," I say brightly. It's kind of like Finn and me. We don't have a ton of interests in common but we can always hold a conversation and we just click. I hope the best for Dave and Kurt in the future and I can't wait for the date.

The date is that Saturday and like most Lima dates we end up going to Breadstix. Finn stares at me for the longest time as I enter the restaurant wearing my new dress. Kurt, who is already there as well, leans back and crosses his arms, nodding at me in that know-it-all manner that is both infuriating and endearing. "Rachel, you look beautiful," he says, just as Dave arrives and gives Kurt a friendly hug. He's still terrified, but my focus is more on my man for a moment.

"Kurt picked it out," I say, giving credit where credit is due.

The date goes surprisingly well. Finn and Dave talk a little about football and Kurt and I listen as intently as we can. It is surprising to hear how much the McKinley Titans have changed. We talk about Nationals for glee and I remind Dave that even though he's new, we'd totally love it if he came along to New York. He promises to talk to his parents about it. I know financially it's not always an option and well, not everyone has been saving for Nationals all year like me.

The time passes by very quickly. I realize how easy it is to underestimate people as a stereotype and not realize all the good in them. I realize, for example, that though David likes video games and football like the typical jock, he also really enjoys classic films like Kurt and I. Kurt, fashion diva that he is, defies many stereotypes when he starts rambling about fixing Dave's beat up truck before it dies. We're not stereotypes, we're people. We also all get along on what is a very, very successful double date.

Fic: Rare Exception (22/22)

theauthor2010 — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 23:56:23 GMT

Title: Rare Exception - 22/22 - END

Pairing: Dave/Kurt

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about hemselves and each other.

Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.

AN: Previous chapters found here. Warnings for foursome sex. I know the sex is kind of lackluster but I'm just...not porny this week.

It was December and Kurt's first semester of school was coming to a close. He was in his math class when it struck again. Kurt took a deep breath and tried not to smell the young, strong men all around him. He quietly excused himself and walked out into the hallway, where he sent Dave a frantic text message.

David, I'm in heat.

It had been months and two other heat cycles since he had made a pact with his boyfriend and their two closest friends. They had promised that when their heats lined up this time, they would all have unprotected sex in hopes of Dave impregnating and mating with two other shapeshifters.

Shit, really? Got a txt from Santana earlier saying she was staying home to screw Brittany.

Kurt took a deep breath. He had thought so much about this but he was terrified all the same. He had planned. The four shapeshifters all lived in the same house and had decent jobs but they were eighteen. Nothing was going to go the way they planned before Kurt learned more about being a wolf, but they planned hard for this.

I'm coming home.

He hurried to the apartment they all shared to find that all three of them were staring at him. Santana was anxiously pawing at Brittany's hair. Dave looked nervous. His face was white and he stared up at Kurt with a serious expression on his face. "Hi Kurt," he said in a tone that was very grim considering all of the sex in the air and the way it must have been affecting him.

"Are we still going to do this?" Kurt asked, his nerves getting the best of him. He was scared. It was a big step towards a future he wasn't sure of.

"I think we should," Brittany said softly. "Santana's a little crazy when she's in heat and I don't want her to accidentally have sex with someone else. She also has this guy, Patrick, in school with her who's a wolf. He keeps giving her strange looks and told her she should be mated if she didn't want him coming onto her."

Santana nods sheepishly.

"Then we're doing it," Kurt said bravely.

The only one of them who wasn't shy about the situation was Brittany. She took off her shirt, revealing a pink lacy bra. "I know that Dave has to have sex with Santana," she said clearly, "but Santana is my girl and I want to bring her pleasure too." She looked at Kurt and Dave and smiled awkwardly. "This is so funny. Both of you guys don't like girls."

"Ha – Ha," Kurt emphasized.

"You're so horny Kurt!" Brittany declared with a smile on her face. "Santana, can I go down on Kurt? I always wanted to see his…stuff."

Santana nodded, taking off her clothes as well. "I have got to get some; somehow, I don't care how."

Kurt didn't seem to care either. Dave watched as Brittany got Kurt's pants off and immediately lowered herself down between his legs. Now, he loved pleasuring Kurt, but it was fascinating to watch Brittany work him like an expert. She dipped her head down and did something with her tongue. Dave couldn't see what she was doing completely, but he watched Kurt moan like a whore and curse and it was all worth it. He'd have to ask her for tips later.

"Yes, I am blessed with her," Santana whispered to Dave, watching Brittany work Kurt over with a fond smile. Apparently her raging hormones calmed for a minute to be replaced with pride. Kurt thrust up against Brittany's face, ranting about something that Dave didn't quite understand. "God…fuck, Brittany…only…" Dave swore that he heard the blonde giggle. She reached back and held Santana's hand as she finished Kurt off, bringing him to a loud orgasm.

Santana, only wearing her bra and panties, pressed against Dave's thigh. "Sit back," she said. When he sat back, she sat on his lap. He wrapped his arm around her waist and stroked her lightly. She got fed up with his affectionate actions and took off her panties. He blinked and tried to think of her as Kurt when he pleasured her manually, rubbing her clit lightly and pressing a finger inside teasingly. It was a smal gesture but enough to drive a female wolf mad during her heat.

"Only gay guy who'd ever be that good with vag," she breathed out, needy. "Bless you Kurt Hummel. I need it now Dave."

He undid his pants and she fumbled onto the bed so he could get them off. She lay on her back and spread her legs. Brittany, who had finished with Kurt, removed her bra. Dave wasn't exactly attracted to women, or breasts, but the hormones flying through the room were insane. He obviously took too long because she turned them around, pressing Dave on his back and slipping down onto his already hard dick. He couldn't help the hormone rush.

"Holy hell," Kurt whispered somewhere.

Santana held his hips in a vice-like grip, thrusting up and down. He met her thrusts, surprised into yelling out when she gave him a fierce kiss on the lips as she lowered herself down particularly hard. He was going to come so hard. He could hear Brittany and Kurt's comments but all he could focus on was Santana.

"That's so hot," Brittany mumbled.

"God yes," Kurt breathed.

Santana was beautiful, riding his cock in that desperate, needy way that came with a heat cycle. She bounced up and down, desperate and fast, trying to get more and more sensation. She clawed at his hips as he pressed up to meet her. Brittany came behind Santana and groped her chest, kissing her. He never shared his classmates lesbian fetish, sadly, but there was something so hot about the dynamic between Brittany and Santana. He turned his head to the side and Kurt was staring at him with lust-filled eyes.

They both came so hard that Dave was sure there were stars floating around their heads. Kurt practically launched himself at Dave once Dave smelled like someone else's sex. If anyone stereotyped wolves as aggressive creatures they would be right. Kurt immediately did his best to one up Santana, even joining Brittany in getting Dave ready again. It was insane, but it did work. He was ready for round two quickly

The sexual escapades continued for most of the night. They knew that if they didn't do it several times, there was a chance it wouldn't take. By the time the night was over, Brittany was asleep because a human couldn't keep up with wolf sex drives and Dave didn't know how many times he had come. He fell asleep with Kurt tucked under his left arm and Brittany and Santana spooning at his other side.

He was completely and utterly happy, no matter what happened. They were a family, a dynamic kind of family, one that just happened to have sex and probably would an awful lot in the future if Santana and Kurt had successfully become his mates. They were also probably going to have children. Who could say that was a bad thing?

It was definitely not a bad thing. On September 24th of the next year, Kurt gave birth to Sophelia, who would be better known as Lia. They went to a doctor who was a member of Dave's pack, his great-uncle or something like that. Sophelia was healthy and loud, a beautiful girl with Kurt's eyes. Yes, Lia did have some gender issues, much like her father, but she was all girl, just as Kurt was all boy. She was beautiful and looked at Dave with love in her eyes.

On October 1rst, being a bit later, Santana gave birth to Sienna. Sienna had dark hair and bright eyes and was all shapeshifter. Dave could sense it. They decided then that Santana would be Mommy and Brittany would be Mama, while Dave would be Daddy and Kurt would be Papa. They had a family.

Sometimes they were taunted and teased. New York had far more as far as shifters went. There were other wolves that looked at them with disdain and wanted them to keep up the status quo of wolfdom. One guy on Dave's hockey team even went as far as to call them disgusting but they didn't care. They worked together.

They still had sex as a foursome and in odd pairs, as the need called for it. Kurt and Dave were still gay and Santana was still a lesbian but they were beyond sexuality, beyond wolves and beyond anything else. They were a rare exception.

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 15/18

theauthor2010 — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 20:56:18 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 15/18

Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.

Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,

AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

I am so excited for prom. Finn and I…well, actually I have made most of our plans. He let me because well, he's like most guys when it comes to dance stuff. He doesn't really know how to do any of it and I don't think he really wants to. To everyone's surprise, Kurt is going with David. They're still very tentative with each other, given their past, but Kurt's eyes got all big and he got all excited when he realized he and Dave could stick it to the homophobes who are getting scary when it comes to the former bully.

"He's scared," Kurt tells me, sitting down across from me at the lunch table. "I don't really blame him, honestly. He's not only dealing with homophobia, but the people who act like he's betrayed them."

"I've gotten that a few times lately," I admit. "As if people give all of their secrets away to the people they meet in passing at school."

He shrugs. "I'm still so excited for prom."

"Me too."

We get ready hours before the event itself. I know that Kurt wouldn't have it any other way. He looks fantastic and has decided to wear a kilt as a further fashion statement. I have chosen a dress that Kurt assures me is lovely. "You look beautiful, Rachel," he says, helping me do my hair. "I will bet you my life savings that Finn's jaw hits the floor the moment that he sees you. He's going to flip."

I shrug and look at myself in the mirror. I am proud of what I see. "I don't know about that Kurt, but thank you."

"Did you hear the rumors that Finn's going to make Prom King?" Kurt asks, looking at me curiously. "How would you feel to be dating royalty?"

I laugh at that. "I dunno," I say. I'm not big on stuff like Prom King and Queen. It doesn't appeal to me because even though it would give a nice boost in popularity, it is also extremely shallow. "I'll be proud of him if he makes king, of course, but it doesn't matter. Is it stupid of me to say that I hope Quinn doesn’t get queen though? I know it is."

"Not really," he says. "I think that level of jealousy is natural."

I don't know if it's jealousy, exactly. Well, yes it is. As fake as she claims to be, Quinn has always been this image of the perfect girl for me. I can't help hope that someone else gets the position if my boyfriend is elected king. Not Quinn, the unobtainable girl.

When Finn arrives, his reaction is similar to what Kurt describes. He stands in front of me, looking handsome his tuxedo. He smiles, looks me up and down and his jaw does drop a little. "Rachel," he says, "you look absolutely beautiful." My heart jumps up and down in my chest but I try to keep it under control. I smile at him and he takes my hand, before giving me my corsage. It matches my dress perfectly, so I am under the assumption that Kurt helped.
"Do you mean that?" I ask, before I can stop myself. I know that sometimes I come off to Finn as very insecure but I can't help myself. These things just come out before I can handle them logically. I take a deep breath. I look away, embarrassed.

He kisses me, which is a better answer than a simple yes. I kiss him back and look into his sincere eyes. You can see so much looking into someone's eyes and Finn is incredibly gentle inside. I hug him tightly and we head out to go to our junior prom. It's more than I can ask for and yes, I am so happy.

The prom is beautiful, even if it is in the gym. I can't help smile the moment that Finn and I enter. It is cheesy, using every eighties movie cliché, but it's perfect. I hold onto Finn's arm and walk around until we find some of our friends at a table. Dave and Kurt are there. Dave looks pale and a little mortified, but I'm sure that Kurt's presence is calming. Kurt is good at that. "How are you guys doing?" I ask.

"Not bad," Kurt says. "Did his jaw drop?"

Finn laughs at Kurt's words. "Yes, yes it did," he says, looking at me with a smile that can only be described as adoring.

"How are you doing Dave?" I ask.

The boy nods slowly, an awkward expression on his face. "I'm fine Rachel," he tells me. "Nervous, but it's okay."

We have so much fun. Finn and I dance several times and he doesn't even step on my feet. Figgins invited the glee club to sing a few songs, so we provide a little bit of entertainment as well. We are surprisingly well received, which leads me to believe that people are too far caught up in their prom to hate on us. I don't think anything is as amazing as dancing with my arms around Finn, caught up in him.

I am not too caught up to notice David and Kurt dancing, which I find adorable. "He's pretty good," I mouth at Kurt over Finn's shoulder. Kurt nods. David is one of those people who is going to continuously surprise us, I think.

The prom announcements come at eleven-thirty. I watch good-naturedly. Figgins looks disturbed as he reads the card in his hands to himself. He looks cornered, like he does not know what to do. "I'm afraid the King and Queen ballots have been inexplicably gender reversed," he says. "Your Prom King is Miss Rachel Berry and your Prom Queen is Mr. Kurt Hummel."

I pause and stare. Finn looks at me like he expects me to react. It is obviously a prank and the ballot box was obviously stuffed in a take that to the McKinley Alliance. I look over at Kurt, who is shaking his head into Dave's shoulder like they're best friends, rather than hesitant prom dates. He looks close to tears. "This is ridiculous," I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. "It is obviously a prank against the McKinley Alliance." I hold my breath so that I do not cry, but I feel the tears threatening to prick through.
I walk over to where Kurt and Dave are standing and grab Kurt's hand. I look around me, enraged. "Whoever pulled this prank, own up to it. Principal Figgins, I assure you that someone competent like Coach Beiste can help you recount the votes. Meanwhile, Kurt and I are going to take the next dance because you all suck. The McKinley Alliance is the only hope of equality in this stupid town."

The Principal looks shocked at my outburst. Coach Beiste is already running up to his side. I know that I won't get in trouble. I grab Kurt and put my arms around his waist. Tina, bless her soul, who was slated to sing the next number, starts into it with the band. I dance with Kurt, unafraid of anything. I can't be afraid of anything.

Quinn and Finn are announced as the "real" Prom King and Queen later on, but I cling to Kurt, feeling that even if it was negative our club has made a difference.

Fic: Rare Exception (21/22+Epilogue)

theauthor2010 — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 22:41:40 GMT

Title: Rare Exception - 21/22+Epilogue

Pairing: Dave/Kurt

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.

Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.

AN: Previous chapters found here. Warnings for oral and piv sex.

Two weeks after he broke his ankle, Kurt had all but given up on his crutches. He hobbled awkwardly into the locker room, planning on surprising Dave after his afternoon practice. He waited, sitting on the bench in the center of the room. A year ago, he wouldn't have dared stay in the locker room, for fear of homophobic bullying but now nobody would dare mess with him. He was a lot more confident.

A slew of football guys went in and out, some giving dirty looks, but Kurt ignored them. Dave was one of the last boys to come by. He was soaked, hair wet. Kurt imagined Dave in the shower and bit his lip. "Hey there," he said, his eyes wide. He could not stop staring. He was well aware that he was being shameless, but he couldn't help notice the way that Dave's shirt clung to his chest.

"Kurt," Dave said sweetly. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to see you." He tried his best to keep his lust-filled thoughts at bay. People started to clear out, probably in an urge to avoid them. Kurt didn't care. All he could see were Dave's eyes (and well his body, but Kurt was trying to act like less of a lusty sex freak) and he was all smiles. "How was practice?"

"Brutal," Dave said, opening his locker and pulling a bag out of it. "Beiste is out for blood."

"I can imagine," Kurt responded. He had always found Coach Beiste to be a very imposing woman, even though she was apparently a gentle person beneath that exterior. He looked around him and all of a sudden all the naughty and all of the sweet thoughts in his head were erased by a simple memory. "David, I just realized that the last time we were in this place together was when I confronted you and...that thing happened." He still had a hard time talking and thinking about the kiss.

Dave instantly wore a hurt expression and Kurt regret opening his mouth. "I just meant that it's astonishing how far we've come."

"I'm so ashamed of that moment, Kurt, and all the moments that came after. I threatened to kill you. I'm never going to be okay with that. I kissed you because I was envious, desperate and my hormones were whacked but I couldn't be a man and own up to my feelings."

Kurt thought of standing up but didn't. Instead he tapped the seat next to his. Dave sat immediately. "I was scared of you," he said, "because you had all that anger and it was directed at me, but David, I've watched you change. The guy who kissed me in here wouldn't defend his friends against a violent wolf. Plus, me in heat, yelling and screaming? Who could resist?" The latter part of his speech was a lame joke, which at least succeeded in eliciting a small smile from Dave. "In a year and a half you went from an emotionally repressed bully to someone I love. I love you Dave."

Kurt let the words slip out easily. It was hard for him to admit he loved Dave but he did. He wanted to be with him forever. He wanted to have babies with weird wolf characteristics and be mated to the guy he loved forever. He wanted it all.

"God, Kurt, I love you."

Kurt stood up, slowly. He hobbled a bit and Dave instantly reached out a hand to steady him. "Thanks," he mumbled. "I really want my leg to heal so I can walk like a normal human being again, or well, as close to a normal human being as I've ever been." He stopped and looked into Dave's eyes. They were such a beautiful shade of brown and shimmered with so much emotion it was insane.

"Can I kiss you?" Dave asked softly. It was such a hesitant question that Kurt's heart ached. He gave a little nod of consent and Dave kissed him slowly. Their lips brushed and he melted into the kiss. He let out a sigh of contentment and stared into Dave's eyes as his boyfriend gave him a kiss that was right out of the movies.

Kurt smiled when their lips parted, realizing that their second locker room kiss had slowly but surely erased their first. "David," he said. "I think that that last kiss was our real locker room kiss, don't you?"

He watched, overjoyed, as that realization dawned in Dave's lovely eyes. He smiled, a genuine smile, and hugged Kurt close to him. "I like that idea," he said softly, leaning down and pressing another deeper kiss to Kurt's lips. He could tell that Dave really liked that idea. He smiled brightly when their lips parted. Dave, however, had something else on his mind as he turned around and sniffed the air. "Kurt, are you in heat?"

Kurt blinked as the realization that he was in heat dawned on him. Sometimes it hit like rain rather than a thunderstorm. He nodded slowly. "I didn't even realize," he said. "All I knew was that you looked gorgeous, but that's just a fact of nature. My cycle is starting. Damn it. I really want you to do things to me here and now. Please, David, can we…"

"As much as I want to say yes and throw you down against that bench," Dave admitted, looking dizzy now that he realized what he was smelling. "I'd much rather we go back home. We have a few hours until my parents are off work that we can make good use of. We also need condoms. Does that sound good to you?"

"Only if you carry me because we have to get there fast."

Dave grinned. "Deal."

They got to Dave's home in record time considering Kurt's injury. Dave locked the door behind them. "I am so super shy about this," Kurt said, shaking his head as he removed his shirt, "but sometimes hormones are out of control, so I'm going to ignore my shyness if that's okay with you."

"I can deal with that," Dave said, taking in the sight of him. Kurt felt so good when he saw the pure lust in Dave's eyes. It was amazing to think that his body could inspire that in someone else. All the insecurity about his body that he'd held in the past was long gone. He was who he was and he was proud of that. Dave stripped off his shirt as well and Kurt nearly died of sexual frustration. Dave was solid, muscular and yet super cuddly. When Kurt said he wasn't his type during the kiss-that-didn't-exist, he was lying. Dave Karofsky was exactly his type. He rushed over to his boyfriend's bed.

Dave took the liberty of taking off Kurt's pants before he could do it himself. "God, you wear sinfully tight pants, Kurt," he said desperately, as he peeled them down.

"Just one of the few benefits of my unusual anatomy," Kurt quipped.

Dave took his underwear off as well, leaving Kurt exposed. His eyes lowered. "Speaking of which Kurt," he said softly, "I was wondering if I could, you know, try to go down on you. I've never done it before, obviously, but it's something I've been thinking about trying ever since we started going out."

Kurt stared. Was Dave really asking that? "Isn't that sort of a squicky thing for a gay dude?" he asked. He definitely found the idea of putting his mouth on a girl appalling and Dave was as gay as he was.

"If you were a chick," he said. "But you're not."

Kurt barely got out a hesitant "okay," before Dave lowered himself between Kurt's legs. Kurt looked down in awe. Dave hesitantly licked along his entrance, putting a hand on Kurt's thigh to spread his legs apart and steady himself. Kurt nearly lost it then and there at the new sensation. He was way too sensitive. Dave experimentally licked and sucked, before probing at Kurt with his tongue. "It's okay David," he whispered, shuddering with pleasure. It wasn't going to take anything to make him come.

Kurt gasped as Dave became more confident, finding his clitoris and sucking at it gently just at the right moment. He tried to hold out, squeezing his legs against Dave's back, but he couldn't, coming blindly hard. A white pulse washed over him and he wasn't sure he could breathe anymore. "David, that was so, ungh, I can't…okay, I need you in me now." He was ready to go again, breath coming heavily. He was dripping wet and needy.

Dave, being less psychotic than he was, got a condom prepared. Kurt prayed the thing worked considering the fact that he couldn't resist sex with Dave in this condition. Dave slipped down his pants and put it on, pressing into Kurt before he could even take off his pants completely. At least Dave understood the dire nature of their situation. Kurt breathed out at the full feeling, clutching Dave with his legs and his fingers. When Dave started thrusting Kurt moved with him, trying to get him deeper inside.

"Fuck, David, that feels so good," he breathed.

He couldn't help himself. He became a moaning, screaming whore within a few seconds, making sounds that he would be ashamed of otherwise. He writhed against Dave, pressing him there. "So good," he gasped. Embarrassingly enough, he reached orgasm a second time before he saw Dave's face change in that way. He wrapped his legs around Dave tighter and held on. "God I love you."

After they were done, Kurt cuddled up into Dave's side. "Give me about five then we're good to go again," he teased. "I love you David."

"Wolf girls," Dave said breathlessly, the words totally in jest. He looked tired. Kurt lightly smacked his shoulder but he didn't have the energy. He loved Dave so much.

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 14/18

theauthor2010 — Wed, 17 Aug 2011 19:37:37 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 14/18
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

I walk on stage, blinded by the shimmering stage lights and my own reeling head. I inspired someone with my music. I wait.

"And the winner for the 2011 season is the McKinley High New Directions!"

I stare blankly. We won. My team won. My team won with a song that I wrote about my problems. I scream and clap with my friends but at the same time I feel like I won beforehand. I won when I inspired. "Rachel, we're going to New York," Finn says, leaning into my shoulder. It hits me like a bullet. We're going to New York.

Our dreams have come true and they came true while I found myself.

After Regionals, self doubt starts kicking in. I am harassed immediately after the competition. Someone told. I don't know who but I suspect Santana, Brittany or Quinn. I don't put it above a single one of them. I'm stressed.

A group of football boys approaches me. I try and ignore them when Mark Fischer yells out "tranny!" It's easy to ignore him and his slurs. It isn't easy to ignore the slushie to the face. It hits me like a cold jolt back to reality. For the first time in a long time grape and watermelon slush burns and makes me cry.

What do you jerks want?" I ask shrilly. "I may not be the average girl but I'm proud of who I am and what makes me different." I pull on strength that my friendship with Kurt has given me.

"Fuckin' tranny freak," Ritter says, shaking his head and patting Azimio's shoulder.

Azimio scoffs. "I am so sick of this school bein' overrun by little queers and lady dudes."

I stare and turn as he gets in my face. I shut my eyes and just miss him being yanked away from me. "Get the fuck off of her. We don't mess with girls," Dave says, looking furious. "She's a girl, okay? No matter what her junk says, she's a girl. Also, for your information, this big queer is tired of us messin' with little queers."

I gape at him. Dave just came out and defended the transgendered freak.

I watch, astonished, as Dave Karofsky comes out to his friends in front of me and to protect me. I stare at him and pull him away from what could be a brutal confrontation. "David, they're not worth the time," I say, linking my arm with his. He looks emotional and dangerous, eyes watering. We walk along and when we get to the bathrooms he punches the wall.

"Dave!" I yell, terrified.

He looks at me and I watch him shatter. Tears gush from the corners of his eyes and he gasps for breath. "I just c-came out to them," he whispers. "Over you." He looks infuriated. I feel sorry. It's my fault. I...I don't know what to do."

"I'm just done..."

I take him to the slushie cleanup bathroom. Well, it's actually an old staff bathroom by the choir room. We used it a lot. I clean myself up expertly, dabbing at my wet face. "David, I found what you did very valiant and courageous," I say cautiously. "You're a very nice guy under your bullying exterior."

He rolls his eyes. He takes up the cloth and helps me attempt to get the stain out of my clothes. "Sorry, I'm not so good at this stuff," he mumbles. "I may be queer but I'm not Hummel or anything."

I roll my eyes. "You'll be okay," I say, "you just came out to protect me."

"Please, I'm trying my best not to think about that," he mumbles low. He looks so hurt. "I'm tired, Berry. I'm so tired that I can't even get myself to care about what I just did. I can't get myself to give a fuck."

I wrap my arms around him in a big hug. He hugs me back and sighs a little. "If I wasn’t…you know then Hudson would have some competition," he says under his breath. It's a joke but I understand why he's joking. He's trying not to think about the devastating implications of what he's done. "I just don't know what to do right now. You don't understand. I just gave up everything."

I hesitate, before saying, "you're more than welcome to join us in glee club." I know that it's misplaced but he's already lost everything that created his fake world. I have to say something comforting and let him know that he's not alone in the world. Despite the past tensions he's had with the glee club, they are beginning to realize that he's as much of an outcast as we are and well, they'll understand.

"I'll think about it," he says glumly. It's as much as I can ask.

We part ways shortly after. I am worried about him. I go to glee club that evening and Mr. Schue has a new assignment for us. He brings in Ms. Pillsbury, who is wearing a shirt with the word Ginger written across the front. He says that he wants us all to make t-shirts with similar slogans, about things that are a part of us and have caused us shame and embarrassment. It's arguable whether or not the guidance counselors' shirt is accurate and Mr. Schue seems uncomfortable with it, but we will go for it. We're going to perform Gaga again so Kurt is ecstatic.

"I know it's probably extremely clichéd," he says, leaning over into my side, "but I am going to put Likes Boys on mine. It is what people have given me hell over and I was born that way, right?"

"I agree," I say. "I'm going with Girl."

Everyone seems really eager for the assignment. Like most glee club related things, the date of the actual assignment comes pretty quickly. Kurt and I proudly display our shirts but a lot of the other club members are anxious. Artie is the first to reveal his, a shirt revealing the word: Depressed. It kind of shocks the rest of us, but he shrugs a little. "I was originally planning on doing something about my glasses," he admits, "but I heard Kurt and Rachel talking about what they wanted to do and I figured I'd be honest. I've had problems with depression since I was eight. It's a part of my history and it's embarrassing."

I am so shocked that I rush over to him and hug him. I feel like an idiot. I've known the original members of glee my entire time at McKinley and I never had an idea. Shortly after Artie reveals his shirt, a few more bombshells are dropped. Tina's says Anxiety, Puck's says Bad Reputation, Mercedes says Black Girl etc. I have to admit though that Quinn's affects me the most profoundly. Her shirt reads Fake.

She looks at me as she shrugs and speaks. "I didn't want to do this stupid assignment," she admits out loud. "Rachel, when I first found out that you were born a boy, I was disgusted. I ramped up the bullying and I didn't bat an eye when Santana and I accidentally let it slip. I started making fun of you for faking your gender. It was Brittany who called me out on my behavior though. She said 'everything about you is fake,' and I realized that it is. I had a nose job the moment I was allowed to, I spend hours on my appearance, I make friends with people I don't really like. I'm fake as anything."

She then sits down, avoiding all eye contact.

We perform our number and all I can think about is Quinn, until Dave appears in the auditorium. He asks Mr. Schue quietly if he would let him auditon for glee club. Mr. Schue says yes and casually asks him in typical Schuester fashion, "Well, what would your shirt say if you were involved in this assignment?"

Dave blinks and looks at Kurt. "It'd say, I liked him."

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 13/18

theauthor2010 — Tue, 16 Aug 2011 00:51:38 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 13/18
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

Even though she is the favored substitute teacher at McKinley High School, I cannot stand Ms. Holliday. It's even worse now that she's acting as a sex education teacher. Now, I'm aware that small towns like this one tend to lack proper sex education but the woman is about as qualified to teach us as Mrs. Schuester was to be a nurse. Also, the fact that he's attracted to her means that Mr. Schue has enlisted her to teach us glee kids about sex and sexuality.

She is so offensive it hurts. She implies that sexual urges in high school are natural, as is acting on those urges, which I agree with, but then she goes on to imply that those who choose not to have sex are frigid and do not have their reasons. Everyone seems to be hanging off of her every word too, but I notice a few things. Mercedes, who has not had a real, steady boyfriend, seems a little upset, even though she hangs onto the words just as tightly as anyone else. Kurt shifts in his seat and rolls his eyes. Quinn looks aghast.

After she leaves, I cannot keep my mouth shut. "While I do agree that sex is natural and abstinence only sex education is dangerous," I say, "Ms. Holliday failed to acknowledge the fact that some young people, or well, people of any age, have reasons for not having sex. There are those who have been traumatized by some sort of sexual activity or assault, there are those who are not ready and have not met the right person, there are asexual individuals…" I take a deep breath, hoping that they don't think this is another one of my soapboxes. "There are also those with gender issues who are made incredibly insecure by their bodies."

I look at Mr. Schue and feel like I'm going to cry. "Mr. Schue," I say, "I would like this opportunity to perform for the glee club. It's an original song that I prepared while writing songs for the club."

I sing my song. It's hard to get the words out, as I am crying, but I sing everyone from my heart. This is me. This is the struggle that I've endured my entire life. This is the story of the little boy who knew in his heart from a young age that he wasn't a he at all. This means a lot to me and I want them all to know it. I let it out freely. I almost can't finish but the show must go on so I end my song.

"What are you saying, exactly?" Santana asks.

"Spit it out, Berry," Quinn mutters.

I take a breath. Here it goes. "A little boy was born," I say. "His name was Ross. He was a normal boy on the outside but it didn't take him long to realize that he was wrong. He was a girl. He felt like a girl and he knew he was a girl. He told his fathers and they helped him transition and become the girl she is today." I play with my gender pronouns a little, hoping that it helps ease them into what I'm really saying. "I took the name Rachel when I established my girl identity, so that way my dads could keep up with their Friends theme naming."

The club stands in front of me in shocked silence. Kurt looks around him, stands up, and applauds, nudging Finn to join him. They both clap but it doesn't exactly kill the silence all around us. "I know it was a lame segue from Ms. Holiday's 'presentation' to my song, but I figured it worked," I say.

"Wait, so Rachel's a boy?" Brittany asks. "Or she, uh, was a boy?"

I sit down and close my eyes. I hear Finn and Quinn talk beside me. "You knew about that?" Quinn asks. "Finn that's so disgusting." I shut her out. I shut everything out. I'm just trying to deal with what I just did.

"Yeah I know," I hear Finn say, despite my blocking everything out. "Just, leave her alone okay? She's an amazing, perfect girl and you don’t get it. There's nothing disgusting about it at all."

"I feel betrayed," Mercedes mumbles.

"Does she have a penis?" Brittany asks Santana.

I have to keep closing them out. I feel Kurt's arm around me but other than the people I know are on my side, I have to close everything out. After awhile, Mr. Schue finally gets his act together. "Rachel," he says. "That was a fantastic song and I definitely think it should be the highlight of our Regionals performance."

I blink and nod, leaning on Kurt's shoulder.

After the rehearsal ends, Finn comforts me. He takes me outside and holds my hand. "I really, really love you Rachel," he tells me in that breathless voice that lets me know he means it. He stares into my eyes and I find that I can finally make eye contact with someone again. I hold his gaze, because it feels safe and makes me feel less like I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. I keep his eyes in view. "That was one of the bravest things that I've ever witnessed in my whole life."

"I'm scared," I tell Finn. "I'm scared of the consequences of doing what I just did. It could be a disaster."

"It was time for your song to be sung, I think," he says, gently.

I guess it is time for my song to be sung. Our Regionals competition is a week and a half later. I wait, nervous, before New Directions is slated to go on. It makes me flash back to the previous year. Quinn actually seems nervous, which is fair considering the fact that she went into labor the last time we performed at Regionals, but the way she's treated me since she found out I was transgendered, I can't help her.

We go on.

Our first numbers are fabulous. Everyone is strong and we're better as a group than we ever, ever have been. Our final number is my song. I can hardly hold myself together as I sing. I feel like I'm screaming, well, not literally, but metaphorically at least. I'm letting out things that have been festering, boiling up inside of my chest. They come out screaming. I need Kurt and Finn to practically guide me off the stage when I'm done. I've never been in a music trance like that.
"Uh hi."

I stop in my tracks when I hear an unfamiliar voice. It's a soft, sweet voice. I notice that the voice is from an Aural Intensity boy. He has a soft feminine face and a nice smile. He looks at me nervously, shifting around and looking down at his feet. "Hi?" I say, unsure why my competition is talking to me.

"I was just wondering," he says, hesitating as he speaks, "was the song you sang…did it have anything to do with being transgendered? I mean, it could be me just reading far too deeply into the song."

I almost lie but then realize that I have absolutely nothing to lose. I think I suspect why he is asking and I take a risk. "Yes, it was," I say, "of course, it can be implied as being about any situation where you don't feel safe and comfortable in your own skin. I think it's relatable to all people, not just those of us who are trans."

The boy smiles. It's a lovely smile. "That's awesome," he says. "I'm transgendered too um, female-to-male and it really inspired me. Thank you."

I'm still reeling from that when they call us on stage.

Fic: Rare Exception (20/22)

theauthor2010 — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 21:26:58 GMT

Title: Rare Exception - 19/22?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here. Chapter Count is kinda tentative.

Kurt unfolded the note in his locker, not sure what it was. When he opened it, his heart began to do flip-flops in his chest. Dave had outlined, in surprisingly neat penmanship, a detailed plan of what he wanted with life, or well, as detailed of a plan as a high school senior could. The part that really floored Kurt was that Dave saw him as the most important thing. Dave valued their relationship so much that it physically hurt Kurt to realize it. It was that important to him too.

He put a hand on his chest trying to calm down and then limped across the hall to hear Mike and Tina muttering to each other. It didn't bother him because the couple was close and chatter was expected. He was also more focused on Satan's tool - crutches. He had all the grace in the world when it came to managing ten inch Gaga heels but he couldn't balance on crutches. It didn't bother him until he heard Mike muttering about wolves. He stopped.

"Mike, what's up?" he asked. Even though shapeshifters and their existence was kind of an open secret, Kurt wasn't afraid to say he was half wolf. He also knew from Dave that Mike and Tina were part of some sort of group of cat-shifters, so they knew what they were talking about. "Were you talking about David?"

Mike nodded after a moment's deliberation. "He and Archer were all over each other this morning. They took it outside even. I'm afraid they...you know." He made a transformation gesture by mimicking pointed ears.

Kurt realized he never thought of other shifter groups, but that thought was soon overwhelmed by his urge to get to Dave. He wasn't exactly versed in wolf fighting but he had a feeling it wasn't pretty. He had to make sure his Dave was okay.

His Dave.

"Archer?" he asked shrilly. "You're talking about guy who did this to me? Oh my god. I need to get to him."

When Kurt got to the Karofsky house he found Mrs. Karofsky fussing over Dave. Dave was hurt but not nearly as hurt as Kurt feared. "Nothing's broken," he assured Kurt, looking at him through a black eye. He was lying on the sofa in a shirt and boxers. Kurt blushed when he realized that. "I got some cuts, scratches and bites but I'll live. Fu-I mean Archer- got worse." He eyed his mother cautiously.

"You idiot," Kurt said but the declaration fell flat. He couldn't be mad at Dave over something so silly. "Mike said he was worried you two changed. What could he do to make you so angry?"

Dave softened at that. "I have anger issues Kurt," he said softly. "I know that. I've been doing well lately. Archer just pushed me over the edge, you know? Talking shit on the only things in my life - my family, you, San, even your mother."

"I need to check your bandages," Dave's mother said.

"Can I?" Kurt said, taking the antiseptic and bandages from Christine. He was no Florence Nightingale but he took care of his household. When his dad burnt himself working on a car or Finn cut himself on glass, Kurt was the one there. Christine afforded them a private moment while Kurt took care of Dave. He took the bandage off of a cut carefully, using gauze to touch it, naturally cautious about blood. He squeezed some of the sticky ointment on it with ease. Dave watched his movements, transfixed.

Kurt looked at him and their eyes met for a moment when Dave looked up. "I read the plan you slipped into my locker," he said, examining a cut Dave's mother hadn't bandaged. It was small. He then took his arm to fix the bandage laid there. "It was beautiful. It took my breath away."

"Really?" Dave looked so damned hopeful that it hurt.

"Really," he confirmed. "You've come so far. Thank you Dave."

"Even though I fucked up and fought Archer?"

As Kurt finished patching up his boyfriend up he felt like crying; he was so in love. "Even then," he whispered. "I've never known someone, excuse my lack of a better term, so human." Kurt pressed his lips to Dave's, relishing in what a kiss could mean for them. Dave's eyelashes fluttered and he leaned forward, one hand on Kurt's cheek. It was a miracle really, that their first kiss had terrified him, but every single one after it felt perfect. He would never get over the magic of their kisses.

They continued like that for awhile, despite the fact that Dave's mom was in the next room. Kurt couldn't get enough of his boyfriend's lips and the way it felt to just kiss, just love. He couldn't stop smiling. Of course, they were interrupted.

"Kurt, you're really good at patching someone up," Mrs. Karofsky said, coughing. "The way that young wolves get into dumb, misguided fights, we need someone like you around."

Dave looked at his mom apologetically, the cutest pink in his cheeks. "Mom, I'm so sorry I got into that fight with Archer," he said. "He just...he hurt Kurt and got away with it, then started badmouthing everything that means anything to me."

She softened. "I do understand that," she said somberly.

"Dave's come so far," Kurt said. He felt unable to take his eyes off Dave, but tried for a second, just to see Mrs. Karofsky's response to his words. "I never imagined that he could do this, but he really has become this amazing person who's there for me and our friends. I could not ask for more than what I have with Dave."

Kurt could ask for a simpler life, for sure. He could ask for a world where he and his boyfriend weren't both injured because of some dumbass wolf with a complex, but really, he could not ask for more than the love he and Dave had grown. He was happy.

"I agree," Dave's mother said.

Kurt couldn't believe it, but a few days later, when Dave was well enough to come back to school, he and Santana actually figured out when their heat cycles would line up for the first time. Nothing was absolutely specific, heat cycles for wolves being an inexact science, but they were pretty sure they found a place. It would line up in December of their first year of college. "Dave and I are both going to school in New York though," Kurt told Santana, looking down at the calculations that both Santana and Dave came up with easily. Who knew they were both so mathematically inclined?

"Where do you think Brittany and I want to be?" Santana asked. "Brittany's got herself a pretty good chance at getting into a dance school and I want to go for cheer. Assumptions, Hummel, they'll kill you. We could easily end up in New York. I want as far away from this hell hole and it's stupid wolves."

"Do you think this is something we could really do?"

"I sure do," Dave said.

"Me too," Brittany said. "I get wolf babies. I think anything is possible."

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 12/18

theauthor2010 — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 19:27:08 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 12/18
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here. Short chapter but a new longer one is already almost done haha.

The renditions of popular songs that are performed at my party are interesting to say the least. I find that I can giggle and enjoy them, rather than critiquing them, so the alcohol has had its effect. I sing with almost everyone, but once I tire my voice out, Sam and Puck start into a barely recognizable version of Bohemian Rhapsody. That song always makes me sad, because it reminds me of Jesse. Jesse never knew any of my secrets, so I guess our relationship was very shallow, but I still regret the way it ended. He hurt me badly.

I sit with Dave Karofsky as they sing. "That's god awful," he says, looking up at Sam and Puck and shaking his head. "Like, really, really bad."

I nod. "It is, but how are you enjoying yourself David?" I really want him to enjoy himself. He should see that we're an awesome, supportive group of people, even if we sing horrible karaoke songs when we're a little drunk. I look at him and he seems so sad.

"I'm fine," he mumbles.

I lean up against his side and sigh happily. He's cuddly. He always looks so scary when he's walking down the McKinley halls but he's absolutely one of the best cuddly teddy bears ever. I wrap my arms around him and smile. "You know that you're a cuddly guy right?" I say, tilting my head to the side.

Finn walks over a few minutes later. "Rachel, what's going on?" he asks and I realize he's jealous.

"David doesn't like me," I laugh. "Don't worry about that." I almost say that he's gay but stop myself. I know that alcohol is very dangerous but I know that there are certain secrets I cannot spill at any cost. David looks alarmed but quickly moves me over toward Finn. I cling to him. I feel like clinging to any and everyone.

"I think she's had a bit too much," Dave offers to Finn. Finn nods.

"I won't spill your secrets Davey," I say, finding that the words just keep pouring out of my mouth. "I mean, I can't. I also won't tell everyone here that I have a penis because it would make them scared."

They look at each other over my head. It doesn't matter cause they both know, right?

I lay down on the couch for awhile, staring up at the two boys. I imagine coming out to the whole group of drunk teenagers here. The image in my head is kind of interesting. I don't think that any of them would understand, at least right now. I also think that I couldn't tell people right now, because I couldn't verbalize it the way that I want. It can't happen tonight but it really needs to happen soon.

"Did you know that you're a very good guy?" I ask Dave. Finn has left and I wonder how long I've just been lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. I just have a lot of thoughts I guess. "You're going to be a good guy soon. When you come out you'll make someone an awesome boyfriend, a cuddly one too. If I was a boy then I'd want to date you, but with all my gender issues that'd just make your head spin or something."

"You're a funny girl, Berry," he manages quietly. He smiles though. It's a nice smile. "I admire what you're doing. These kids aren't so bad. You should eventually tell them all of this. Not today though, because they're all in various states of drunk. That would be a disaster."

I nod. He's smart.

When I wake up, my head is pounding. There is a dull throb that just spreads from my forehead all the way around. I turn around and see that Finn is right next to me. "Finn?" I ask, leaning back and looking into his beautiful eyes. "What happened? Where did everyone go? Isn't the party still going on?"

He laughs and brushes my hair back. "Rachel," he says. "You fell asleep awhile ago. Everyone's cleared out, except for Kurt, me and Karofsky. We're trying to clean things up."

"I was drunk," I say. I remember most of the night, but don't think I revealed anything dangerous. I sit up and groan as my back cracks. "David's still here?"

Finn gestured over to where Kurt and Dave were working on cleaning up a mess that included what appeared to be Brittany's bra. "I don't really know why we're all suddenly friends after he bullied Kurt so badly," Finn admitted. "I asked him why he was suddenly so friendly with all of us and he said it was your doing. He said that you made it happen."

I smile when I realize that I've had that kind of effect on someone. It makes my heart jump. "He's working hard to become a better person," I say. "I didn't know I had that much of an effect on him but I'm glad I did."

"He knows, right?"

I nod. He knows. He knows and someone that's helped him along the way. I get up and immediately start helping my boyfriend clean, hoping that there isn't any evidence that I can't get rid of. My fathers would be furious if they knew that I held a party while they were away. I try my best to cover everything up. "Finn," I say, as I begin to clean. "I'm considering coming out. I think it's time."

He seems a little unnerved, looking over at me and smiling gently. I wonder why he's worried. If it's something about his popularity I will literally scream. This is one of the biggest things I've ever done in my life. "I'm scared for you Rachel," he says, and my growing anger melts instantly. "I just…you're so brave…I support you okay? I totally support you."

"Thank you."

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 11/?

theauthor2010 — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 22:12:12 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 11/?
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

I have been working on some songs for Regionals, even though the glee club shot down my idea to use them at Regionals. I have always wanted to be a songwriter, even though it falls short of my other dreams, but I am finding it very difficult. All of my songs are either extremely shallow (I tried to write a song about a headband, for real) or they reveal a part of me that I'm not sure I could share with the glee club anyway.

I wrote a really good song called "Being Me" that I love, but I don't think I could ever share it with the glee club because it essentially outs me as transgendered and is also deeply personal. I did share it with Kurt though. He stared at me through teary eyes and told me it was the most beautiful song he had ever heard. He told me that it showed the person that exists beneath all of my defenses. That's big from Kurt.

I have been contemplating coming out lately. I feel like I can't be a good role model while living a lie. I always imagined coming out to my close personal acquaintances first and I am already out to my best friend and my boyfriend. I think that the glee club will be the place that I come out, but I am also afraid. Who is to say that people like Quinn and Santana wouldn't take the confession as a way to torture me? They could always confirm it to the crowd that still whispers a little bit about Jacob's stupid rumors. I have to admit that coming out could lead to my identity being revealed to a larger crowd.

My parents always said I was blessed that I passed so well. My daddy reminds me sometimes when I feel insecure that most transgendered young people don't have the luxuries I do. My fathers both supported me and helped me transition young. I'm naturally of small stature and nobody has ever doubted me as female. I get that. If I am outed then the protections of passing go out the window.

My phone buzzes with a text message as I am completely lost in thought. It is from an unknown number.

Hey. It's Dave.

I blink and pause. I gave Dave Karofsky my phone number in case he needed some kind of help. I calm down and quickly answer his text with a "what's up?" wondering why exactly he was texting me.

I did it. It was ok. Can we meet up?

Now that is surprising. I hate to admit that I thought he would be the type to stay silent. It's pretty inspiring. If a guy like Dave Karofsky can come out to his parents then maybe I can come out to my close friends about my less-than-typical identity. I agree to meet him at the coffee shop despite the fact that doing so makes me nervous. He seems like he's very distressed so I guess that it's the least I can do.

When I walk into the coffee shop a half hour later, he's already there. He looks at me with exhausted eyes. "Hi," he says softly. "I – uh – I took your advice. I told my parents that I thought I might be – you know – gay. They took it pretty well, I guess, but they looked really, really surprised by it."

"They weren't angry at all?" I ask, making sure that everything is alright before I start celebrating for the no longer closeted teenager.

"No, they weren't angry at all," he said quickly. "My mom looked honestly confused and my dad said that it was okay, as long as I was happy. They gave me a little lecture about how I needed to make sure that I was happy with whatever I chose. I think that I blindsided them though because my mom left the house a few minutes later and my dad went to his room."

"It probably means that they're trying to process it," I assure him. It is a big deal for a parent to find out that their child is anything outside of the cultural norm, especially when it comes to gender and sexuality. My dads, both gay men, were devastated to find out that I was transgendered because of all the hate they'd received through their life. They didn't want that for their daughter and I'm sure David's parents feel the same about him.

He looks absolutely exhausted. He looks at me and sighs. "I don't know what to do now," he says.

"Take it one day at a time," I say.

I have to take it one day at a time as well. I keep writing, but I don't find any songs within myself that don't reveal the true me. I also keep working with New Directions and the McKinley Alliance. Finn comes to our next Alliance meeting, as does Dave. Things seem to be changing for the better. My reputation, however, is still suffering. I am not a reputation-seeker like Finn or anything but still, it sucks being labeled as boring, stuffy and all of the things I am.

The party happens on a Friday. It started with me inviting a few people over from glee and the alliance while my fathers are both out. I even invite Dave (with Kurt's permission!) because I know just how tough it is. He has a lot of friends but he knows that those friends won't stay loyal when he comes out of the closet at school. The party is simple and boring, until Noah breaks out a little bit of alcohol.

I've never drank before and I have to admit the first drink I taste is absolutely repulsive. It reminds me of drinking a coconut flavored version of Nyquil, honestly. I finish it very quickly though and it starts to taste a lot better. Yes, I quickly find myself in a room of intoxicated teenagers and I like it. Finn looks at me with worry as I saunter up to him, but I don't know why. I wrap my arms around him.

"Everyone's getting a little tipsy," he mumbles under his breath. "I think Santana just did a shot off of Brittany actually…"

"So, who cares?" I say. "Dance with me Finn."

Dancing with Finn is a blur. I wrap my arms around him and press myself close. Before this I was a little cautious about such close contact with Finn because I never knew what would happen. If I was to become aroused, that would have opened up a whole world of awkwardness. Now that he knows my body is biologically male it hardly seems like it'd be an issue though. I laugh and kiss him as we dance around.

After lots and lots of dancing, spin the bottle happens. It's pretty amusing, with such gems as Brittany kissing Sam and Santana glaring daggers at the couple (I often wonder if she's interested in Brittany) and Kurt awkwardly laying a kiss on Quinn's cheek. I spin the bottle, however, and it lands on an awkward David, who is trying not to look anyone in the eye. "C'mon K'rofsky," Sam slurs, laughing and leaning up against Mike. "Show us all you're 'smuch of a stud as you keep saying."

I see Dave's nerves, but it's just a game so I lean over and peck him on the lips before sitting back down. I realize that I'm definitely a little drunk. The idea makes me burst into giggles. I'm drunk. I'm drunk for the very first time.

"What the heck is so funny Rachel?" Finn asks, wrapping his arm around me particularly tight. I am enjoying my night.

"I have no clue!" I declare. "It's karaoke time!"

Fic: Rare Exception (19/22)

theauthor2010 — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 00:01:28 GMT

Title: Rare Exception - 19/22?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here. Chapter Count is kinda tentative.

At school Dave, Kurt, Santana and Brittany started staying close. Archer was threatening and had involved some non-wolf bullies by giving them half truths. It was the safest way to do things, close together, and Dave found that he liked it a lot. It felt safe and like he had a group of friends. Sure that group of friends was small but it felt good. It felt honest and true. They could take care of each other. Sure, they had a lot of questions about their future but it was nice. He felt comfortable.

"We're like our own wolf pack," Brittany said cheerfully as they walked down the halls. "Only I'm just a wolf's girlfriend. It's kind of awesome."

She was right. It was awesome.

That afternoon Dave told his parents that he wanted to go to school in New York to be with Kurt and support both of their dreams. "We both want to get out of here and find ourselves and Kurt's place is in New York," he said, watching their expressions. His father looked supportive and quiet, while his mom looked positively exhausted. He knew they were both going through a lot because of all they stood for.

"I'm happy for you," his mother said gently. "I think that New York would be a good place for you to go to school. New York's wolf community is rather accepting. I don't really want any from our pack here right now while the Northern side is dangerous."

He nodded. "Things aren't getting any better?" he asked gently.

"No," she said. "Working on it though, Davey."

"Mom," he asked softly, not wanting to bother her more because of all she had done for him, but at the same time he had to ask. "Kurt and I, well, and Santana have been talking about the whole mating thing and how it works. Did mating prevent you from, you know, going off and going to college and stuff? I mean, I didn't mean that in an offensive way but you've lived here all your life."

His mother turned and his father tensed. His mother nodded slowly. "It wasn't the entire reason," she said, "but yes, I do think the urge to mate young played its role."

Dave nodded. "Kurt and I really want to mate one day," he said, not adding his strange desire to mate his lesbian best friend. "I hope that it doesn't get in the way of college though, because we both have our dreams."

"I don't think anything could stop either of you from obtaining your dreams," his father cut in. That made Dave smile. He believed in himself and he believed in Kurt.

Sometimes, when Dave had trouble thinking, he wrote down lists and brainstorming maps just to get everything in place. That was what he found himself doing when he got back up to his room. The first thing he wrote down was: college.

College was important to him. He was exceptionally good at academic things and he really wanted to go far in life. He wanted to major in Psychology or Criminal Justice. He wanted to be pretty skilled in whatever field he ended up in. He also had a desire to learn.

Next to college, he wrote the name of his everything: Kurt.

Kurt was so important. Kurt was everything to him and he knew that he didn't deserve the wonderful life he was growing with his boyfriend. He had been the worst person in the world to Kurt and the fact that Kurt was his now was nothing short of a miracle. He would do anything to please Kurt and wanted Kurt to have everything that he wanted from life. He drew a heart randomly, adding, "everything Kurt wants" inside of it. It was so freaking sappy but he wanted Kurt to have everything he wants.

He added 'supportive job' near 'college,' because although Dave was unsure of what he wanted to do in his life, he knew he wanted it to support a family. That led to kids. God, yes he wanted kids. He wasn't sure if that was his biological urge or his urge for Kurt talking, but he wanted to have kids with Kurt.

He wasn't going to sleep well that night.

Dave's prediction was quite correct, because he went to McKinley the next day completely sleep deprived. He stepped over to his locker cautiously, before picking out his books. He then took his plans, the ones he'd written up in a fury the night before, and slipped them into Kurt's locker. Of course, life couldn't be simple for one Dave Karofsky, ever. Archer sauntered up to him and shoved him against the locker. "Pathetic," he snarled, looking Dave in the eye. Dave looked back at him, glaring.

"What the hell is your problem?" Dave asked. "I wasn't doing anything to you." He realized, of course, that his defense was a little weak, considering the fact that he used to terrorize Kurt for little more than walking down the hall. God, he hate who he used to be. He shook his head at the very thought and then moved away from Archer. The little jerk didn't take no for an answer though and followed.

"My problem is freakish wolves like you!" he said, growling. "You and your little shit of a fag boyfriend. His mom was like the queen of the fuck ups and you're letting him follow right in your footsteps."

Dave wasn't sure if it was guilt, sleep deprivation or anger that led to him shoving Archer, hard. "I'm so fucking tired of you," he practically growled. "You don't even know what you're fighting for man. Kurt, Santana, me, we're all just trying to live life."

"Fuck you Karofsky," he snapped. "You don't even get it. Fairy's clouded your judgment."

"Do not talk about Kurt," he said, finding himself enraged. He grabbed the other boy by the collar of his shirt and shoved him into the locker, hard. Archer hit it with a surprised yell and a bang and crash. "You do not talk about my boyfriend." They shoved each other back and forth, angry shoving. Dave just wanted to pound the older boy in the face. It hurt so much dealing with all of the ridiculously stuff he was forced to.

"Hey, hey guys stop it!"

Mike Chang came rushing from a classroom to get between them. "Hey, come on guys," he said, his reflexes sharp as he met each attempted punch Archer made. He looked at them and muttered, "wolves," under his breath before physically pulling Dave away from the smaller boy. "Not worth it Karofsky, not when you have Kurt."

It was probably true. Dave groaned, hit the locker and then turned to go outside.

Unfortunately, Archer wasn't having it, breaking out after him. Dave was pretty sure that Chang wasn't going to follow after. This was a wolf thing that had to happen once and for all, despite the fact that Dave's logic and better judgment were both screaming in protest. He stopped by the edge of the campus and then ran out into a wooded area. "You wanna do this, we'll do it the right way," he snarled.

Archer was already going wolf. Dave didn't have to see the change. He could sense it. He could feel it inside of himself and he could smell the differing scent of a changed shifter.

He transformed faster than he usually did, all of the human emotion and thought that usually delayed the change not involved at all. His body bended and twisted, but Dave closed his eyes and focused on the senses. He could smell and hear everything. He could hear Archer and he wanted to attack the other self-proclaimed alpha. He wanted to take him down. He went for Archer. .

Their bodies clashed and Dave felt the other wolf's teeth sink into the flesh of his neck. He howled in pain, as the smell of blood and the chase filled his nostrils. He pulled away and slammed into Archer, pressing him against a tree. He slashed at him with his right claw and was slashed back in the chest. Images of Kurt, Santana, Kurt's great mother and all the wolves who were denied the right to be who they were kept flashing through his head as he kept on attacking.

Archer picked him up and hurled him backwards. He tumbled into himself.

He had to back off. He didn't care if he was seen as a pussy, a failure of a wolf, whatever Archer wanted to call him. Dave was quickly finding that what people saw on the outside didn't matter. It was all inside of him.

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 10/?

theauthor2010 — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 00:09:56 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 10/?
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

Our next assignment in glee is to do love songs, as it slowly approaches Valentines' Day. This excites me and gets me pumped up to do a song for Finn since we're back together and going strong. It doesn't really have the same effect on Kurt who's never had a love interest and is quite lonely. I feel bad for him the moment I turn to him and realize that he's less than pleased with what we've been assigned.

"This assignment is stupid," he mutters under his breath as the club chatters furiously about the new job at the end of our meeting. I lean over and put a hand on his shoulder. He shrugs away. He doesn't like to be touched, especially when he's upset. I realize that, but it was the only thing I could think of to do in that specific situation.

"It is biased," I say. "Maybe you can talk to Mr. Schue about it. He's awfully insensitive at times…"

He shrugs and gets up to leave. I let him be since the meeting is technically over. I know that sometimes I have to let Kurt be. I get up and leave, as not many people like to talk to me about music related things. I suppose that it's jealousy.

At the next meeting of the McKinley Alliance, we find a strange addition. We have been gathering some extras from time to time but I never expected David Karofsky to actually come. "I need to talk to her, privately," he said gruffly, looking at me. He is purposefully avoiding the eyes of both Kurt and his football coach. He is so scared that it breaks my heart. There is nothing about that boy that doesn't scream fear.

"Can you please take over Kurt?" I ask, immediately leaving into the hallway with David. I have made him my pet project, I suppose. I want to help him.

"If I tell people that I am - that I might be -"

"Gay," I say quickly. I know the stage he's in. I was unable to say the words girl and transgendered for a long time. I could not physically make myself force those words out. "Say it. It doesn't have that much power. It's just a word."

"They'd kill me," he said dismissively. "This school..."

"Have you thought that maybe you need to come out at home first?" I ask. "It might help. It'd be easier if you started by speaking to your parents. I know they're not as experienced with prejudice as mine but you are their child."

He looks at me and shrugs. I don't think he knows how his parents will react. "I'm not supposed to be like that," he mutters, once again not using the word gay. "I mean with guys like Kurt you expect it. I don't look that way."

"Come on," I say. "My dad was a college athlete and my daddy defies tons of stereotypes. Not every gay man is a walking stereotype."

He frowns and sighs. "I don't know how they'll..."

"You never know until you try," I promise him. "Kurt thought his dad would never accept him because he was such a stereotypical man's man. Kurt came out and Mr. Hummel turned around and gave his son unconditional love, learning how to break the cycle of prejudice he lived in."

"They're not exactly homophobic..." he relents."I mean, not hatefully."

"Good start," I praise. We go back in before long, although I think David wants to run. We come back in the middle of one of Kurt's speeches.

"I can't really describe the things that I've been through at this school because I'm gay," Kurt says, looking at the others. Coach Beiste is nearly crying. "I just want to make this school a place where people can be safe, regardless of their sexual orientation or popularity. Everyone deserves a chance to really feel safe at school and I think that the McKinley alliance can illustrate the bullying problem better than anyone else can. I've felt like giving up so many times."

I look over at Dave. He looks positively nauseous. "You can come visit my dads some time," I say gently. "That might help." He nods and then walks off leaving me with a lot of questions.

Finn and I go on a date on Valentines' Day.

I am really nervous at first. We go to one of my favorite restaurants, one of the few places in the area that serves vegan food. "You look really pretty today," he says, "not that you don't always look pretty, but you know what I mean." He laughs nervously. I know what he means. I dressed up special today because I wanted the date to go well.

We sit down and order our drinks. He reaches over and touches my hand. "You know, Rachel, I really admire you for all that you've been doing with glee and that alliance club and everything," he says. "Kurt's been a lot happier because of that club and the setlist plans for Regionals are fantastic. You're amazing."

I blush and roll my eyes. "Thanks Finn, but I haven't been doing those things alone," I say. "Kurt has done a lot for the club and we've really worked together on everything. You know, Finn, both of us would really like to see you at a meeting. Your social status in the school is particularly high since the football team won and it would get our upcoming fundraiser some much deserved attention."

He nods. I notice that he doesn't hesitate, which makes me so proud. "I'll come to the next one," he promises me. I love that he doesn't pause or look insecure. He really does want to grow and change, even though sometimes that is a difficult task for Finn.

"Thank you," I say, hoping that he sees the gratitude I have. I lean over and he kisses me, catching me off guard and totally taking my breath away. I hold onto him and realize that I love him. I completely love him.

After my date with Finn, I change and then lead to The Lima Bean where I swore I'd meet Kurt for a cup of coffee. He's still pretty mopey over Valentines' Day, but he agreed to meet me and gives me a half smile when I arrive. "How was the big date with Finn?" he asks. I reach over and give him a hug. Sometimes I can restrain myself enough to respect Kurt's boundaries but sometimes I give into my urge to just hug the heck out of him.

"It went fantastic," I say. "He's coming to our next meeting of the Alliance and all is well. It was super-romantic and he's trying hard."

"Fantastic," he said. We go up to the counter and order our usual. We wait for our coffee and I turn toward him.

"Kurt, I just wanted to thank you again for being the best friend I could ever ask for." He really, truly is. I am thankful for all I have. I have an amazing boyfriend and the perfect best friend. Things aren't too bad.

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 9/?

theauthor2010 — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 23:56:13 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 9/?
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship. Rachel/Dave friendship
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

With that encounter, I made a deal with Dave Karofsky to keep quiet about his secret, as long as he kept quiet about mine. I realized only moments after leaving his side that I need some kind of fabricated proof. Dave is a sad, tortured guy and all but he's also a huge risk. There is no saying that once he realizes I'm lying about having proof that he won't back out of our arrangement. I need to find some way to make him believe there were witnesses, evidence, something.

I go to Kurt for help, which is not that great of an idea because his first reaction is to get pissed off at me. "Rachel!" he yells, eyes getting big as I tell him about confronting Dave. "Are you stupid or something? He could have hit you. He could have done something horrible to you and it would have been my fault. In case you haven't noticed he isn't exactly stable!"

I am surprised he cares. I know we're friends but it's still hard to understand that I have friends who care about me. I never really had to deal with that before. "It was an impulsive choice that I made in the heat of the moment," I tell him tensely. "I saw him bullying you and felt like I should do something to stop it. He may be suffering but that's no reason for him to hurt my best friend."

That softens him. He looks at me in shock, so I keep talking.

"Kurt, this is a good thing," I say. "If you and I can find some way to solidify that I had proof of his kissing you, then we can keep you safe and save a closeted boy from a horrendous life."

"How the hell are we going to find proof?" Kurt asks, shaking his head at me as we walk to class. We have this period together so we sit down at our respective desks. His is in the row behind mine. I turn myself around to talk to him. "We're going to need Finn or someone from glee who's also on the football team," he decides out loud.

"If we can convince him Finn saw the altercation…" I say as the bell rings and we are called to attention by our teacher. If we can convince Dave that Finn played witness to his assault and kiss on Kurt then we can keep this up.

We approach Finn after school. He's tense, because the football team has been rather uncomfortable and there have been many altercations. He looks up. He's quiet until Kurt lays onto him the story of the kiss. He then shoots up and yells out loud. "I am going to kill him!" he yells. I have never seen Finn so infuriated and so protective. I put a hand over my chest, trying to quell the quick beating of my heart. "Kurt, why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't quite care when he was shoving me into lockers," Kurt quipped, "Why would you care about him kissing me?"

Finn softens at that. It's a low blow but it's kind of true. I understand Kurt's reasoning for using it. "That's all beside the point," I say, trying to calm any possible fight between the pair of step-siblings. "We have a way to get David to leave Kurt alone, without outing him or further bothering his already conflicted state of mind. If he believes that you played witness to his kiss but at the same time you are keeping quiet about it at Kurt's request, that may be enough to manipulate him into leaving Kurt alone."

"And perhaps it might help him become a better person," Kurt mumbles, shrugging.

Finn nods. "What do I have to do guys?"

We gave him instructions, creating an airtight defense that he was in the locker room. It may have been easier to use Mike or Sam, but I figured that Finn would want to be part of this arrangement. A few days later, Finn comes back to us and tells us that our efforts with Dave are going to be hard. "Beiste is having the football guys join glee for the week leading up to our big game," Finn warned us before it happened. "There's been a lot of glee bashing and conflicts and yeah…"

"Well this is going to be interesting," Kurt says, completely unnerved.

It's the first day that the jocks join glee when they start making fun. I insist that David keep his fellow players under control. "David, Finn played witness to a certain incident," I whisper near his ear. "You can help me keep these goons under control for a week, right?"

He looks at me. "Yeah I can do that."

It doesn't go quite that bad after I control things. We do a few numbers with the boys there and Coach Beiste monitors everything. Some of the football jocks are absolutely insufferable, but surprisingly I find that Dave Karofsky isn't one of them. He's actually got some degree of skill, something that we realize when we get scheduled to perform for the halftime show of the big game and we get those jocks dancing with us.

We work pretty hard and I keep close to Dave. It's weird. He kind of fascinates me. I guess we're sort of kindred spirits in that way. He stays after even Mike has left and really tries. The effort fascinates me. "When did you realize that you weren't…you know…a dude?" he whispers impulsively, as he walks over to his bag to grab a water bottle. He pulls it out and I look around to make sure that we're alone.

"I was pretty young," I say softly. "I realized that what they were expecting me to be wasn't what I was. I realized that I didn't fit in with boys my age. If you're asking what I think you're asking, Dave, then I can say yes it terrified me. I realized at an age when most kids are playing on the playground that I was in for a hell of an adult life."

"It'd suck if it got out," he whispers and I'm not sure if he's talking about my identity or his own. "Nobody would trust you and everything they did know about you would be put into question. They'd feel like they'd been lied to."

I shrug and sit down by him.

"I'm trying to get the courage to come out," I say. "If my friends abandoned me for coming out then I guess they wouldn't be my friends anymore."
"You have a lot of confidence," he mumbles. I'm surprised when I see the slightest hint of tears in his eyes. "This is the worst thing in the world. You have gay dads for fuck's sake. I come out and I lose everything."

I wince at his words and then reach over and pat him on the back. "You'll have friends here to support you," I promise. I know to a degree David is right however. Not everyone has the wonderful support that I had when I came out as transgendered to my family and not everyone lives what I do.

The game comes fast and that, as well as the halftime show, is fantastic. I have never been so proud of the glee club. We actually went out there, did amazing and had fantastic reception. After the football game is over and McKinley wins, I run and wrap my arms around Finn. He leans down, exhilarated and drawn into the moment. He presses his lips to mine and kisses me in front of the whole crowd.

I let go for a moment then cling a little tighter and kiss him again. "I take it this means we're okay?" he asks.

"We're definitely okay," I say.

Fic: Rare Exception (18/?)

theauthor2010 — Fri, 05 Aug 2011 20:56:40 GMT

Title: Rare Exception - 18/?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here.

After the meeting was over Dave, Santana and Kurt went up to Santana's father's house and sat by the pool. The three teenagers were all a little bit on the depressed side of things. "That really didn't do shit," Santana said, staring into the crystal clear blue water. "I hate to be a downer Dave, because your mom did give it her all, but this world sucks. It sucks ass and we're all stuck in the middle of it."

"San," Dave mumbled. "It's going to work out somehow."

"I shouldn't even bring Brittany into this mess," she admitted, shaking her head from side to side. She seemed desperate, emotional, something that Kurt never associated with Santana before things started getting rough. "Maybe I should just get fucked, get pregnant and be done with life."

"Santana," Kurt said softly, trying to comfort her. "C'mon. Brittany is madly in love with you. She's not going to give you up so easily. Don't give in."

"Change is going to be slow," Dave added.

Kurt agreed with his boyfriend but that gave him an idea. Despite jealousy they all knew what was best. It would let them keep personal peace while making bigger change. Dave knew it would save Santana and keep her at peace awhile ago. "Dave," he whispered. "Why don't you and Santana just do it? Wolves have kids young right? She'd also be able to graduate before the kid is born. It works."

Santana's eyes flashed. "Hummel, I aint going to mate with your man," she said. "In case you haven't noticed, ours are kind of traditional. David here should be planning to knock you up."

"Wait a second," Kurt said, glaring at Santana's words. The female wolf didn't even know if Kurt wanted kids. He did, after he sorted things out, but that was beside the point. He shifted his leg, hurting and his mood growing more and more irritable by the second. "Santana, I don't even want to have kids."

"You're lying," she snipped lazily.

Kurt groaned, not knowing how she knew he was lying. Pretty soon they were going to tell him that real wolf shifters had a Twilight-esque mental connection or something. He was always learning something new, after all.

"Ugh. Well I do, but not until I achieve a lot of other things. I want to go to college and get out of Lima. I also want to figure out what I'm doing with my life. Kids are a long way off."

"I agree," Dave said softly. Kurt turned and watched his boyfriend's face. He was so strong but at the same time so conflicted. When Kurt first met Dave and realized all the conflicts he was dealing with, he never realized how deep they ran.

Santana laughed. "I understand wanting to wait until you're in a good place," she admitted, "but Davey here wants to mate you up and you want it too. Anyway, he doesn't have to play hero because the only way he can biologically take two mates is if our heats line up and he fucks us both."

Kurt winced. Santana was always the blunt one in his group of friends. If the image that put in his head wasn't so hot then it would have disturbed him. He was getting irritated. He groaned and stared into the water, trying to think about what to do.

Well, the answers didn't come, but the college acceptance letters did. Kurt received several acceptance letters in the next couple of weeks but none of them were as special as his acceptance to NYU, where he had planned to go to college. It was all part of the perfect New York Plan. It was funny, considering the fact that he stopped worrying about college once wolf stuff became such a big deal. Now he was forced to go back to reality and the worries that a Senior in high school was actually supposed to have.

"What do you think you'll do kiddo?" his dad asked, looking at the pile of letters they accumulated with pure pride. Kurt knew that his future plans meant as much to his dad, if not more, than they did to him.

"I want to go to New York," he said honestly. "Dad, I...if I have sex with Dave when my next heat comes I could get pregnant. I'm scared. I want kids, of course, and I honestly want to be with him but kids could screw everything up."

His father looked at him, alarmed. "I didn't know that," he said softly. He looked so confused, and Kurt felt a wave of pity for his father.

"That makes two of us," Kurt snipped.

For a moment, both of them went quiet. They didn't know what to say. Kurt sighed and looked down at the table between them. "How do you feel about this Kurt?" his father asked suddenly, surprising Kurt. Of all the reactions he wanted and expected his father to have, that was not one of them.

"I don't know," he said. "I always knew that my anatomy was erm, fully functional, and having kids was a possibility if I had sex. I just didn't know that I was going to have to worry about Dave when I got hit with a heat. I can resist normal guys but I'm not sure that I can resist a shapeshifter that I'm falling in love with more and more each day."

His dad stared at him at those words. "You really love him?" he asked.

Kurt nodded; he was trying not to act like it was such a huge deal. "I just don't know," he admitted. "I have always wanted kids and I want kids, but that comes such a long time in the future. That's not right now. Right now is supposed to be the time when I worry about me and follow my dreams. I'm supposed to go to college in New York, perform, audition, explore. I got accepted to my first choice college! Most kids can't say that."

"No, they can't," he agreed quickly. "Kurt, you remind me of your mother in so many ways. You have her grim determination and her ability to bend with the situation. You can figure out a way to get around the natural urges, or you can go with the flow of them. You're that strong."

"You overestimate me, Dad."

"I don't," he said. "I think you and David really have to talk though. This may involve the both of you if you want to stay in a relationship. Have you even asked David where he's going after high school ends?"

Kurt frowned when he realized that no, he really hadn't. He hadn't thought about what Dave was doing and where he was going. They were such a new relationship. Kurt would like it to last because he was really falling deeper and deeper for Dave, but he wasn't going to give up his dreams for a relationship. "No, I haven't," he mumbled. "I think that I should really talk to him before I start overanalyzing things and thinking and plotting years in the future, shouldn't I?"

"Yep kiddo, you definitely should," he said. "How do wolves deal with being far apart from their own?"

Kurt shrugged. He really didn't know much. "I know Dave has some family out of state. He has an older sister with kids who visits but she doesn't live in Ohio."

His dad nodded quickly. "From what I witnessed the other day with the wolves," he mumbled, "you and David would both probably be in a better place to be out of state. I'm still very worried about you."

Kurt sighed, leaning forward and hugging his father.

The next day, Kurt took his father's advice and talked to Dave. It was funny. He quickly realized that Dave's ideal school was in the city too and he wanted to get out of Ohio and go to New York fast. It made Kurt's heart leap to think that there was potential to go to New York with Dave. Dave hadn't received all of his college letters yet but with his advanced math skills and rising grades, Kurt wasn't worried.

"Maybe things will work, even with our unique family dynamics. I don't want to lose you."

Dave smiled and his eyes got big. Kurt couldn't believe how wonderful his boyfriend's genuine smiles were. "Yeah, unique families…" he mumbled, something going on behind his intelligent eyes that Kurt couldn't understand but definitely appreciated.

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 8/?

theauthor2010 — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 00:16:21 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 8/?
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

I spend a lot of my Winter Break at Kurt's house or working on new material for glee. I know the rumors about me being a boy are floating around town, but I ignore them. If Noah's reaction is any indication, then people don't believe the "farfetched" claim about me anyway. I try to be calm even though the idea of people knowing makes me want to faint again. I also wonder if this is the time to come out about it. I could be inspiring. I could also lose everything.

It's always been my dream to succeed on Broadway, to become famous. I want other things, of course. I want to meet the person I love, have kids some day, be content, but my Broadway dreams are the most important. Will there ever be a Broadway diva with a penis? Will there ever be a place for me among the greats who were born women? I sit at Kurt's when my cell rings. I look at it. "It's Finn," I say.

"He hasn't been around the house much," Kurt speculates. "Are you going to answer it?"

I don't know if I can answer it. I stare at the phone for the longest time, but then I answer it quickly, making the decision as I act. "Hello Finn," I say.

"Rachel, I saw what Jacob posted about you," he says softly. "I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. I mean, is there anything I can do?"

I'm quiet for a moment.

"I don't think that anyone is going to believe it," I say quietly. "I also don't hold popularity quite as closely to my heart as you have in the past. It'll all turn out okay in the end." I look at Kurt, who heads to the kitchen out of politeness. "I'm at your house. Where are you?"

"I'm at school," he says. "Coach gave us a long practice and Puck and I were just hanging out."

"Oh," I say softly.

"I'm sorry Rachel," he says. It's a deep, meaningful apology. It touches me and I realize just how much I miss him."I really can't believe how long I've gone without seeing you. Do you think maybe we could meet up some time? I know you don't want to get back together but I miss you."

"I miss you too. Okay."

It doesn't take long for Finn and I to decide on a place and hang up. Kurt comes in seconds after I say goodbye. "So what's up?" he asks, sitting down beside me. "Are you going to forgive Finn? Is he going to stop moping around the house now, finally?"

"He's been moping?" I ask and Kurt nods. "I'm going to talk to him."

Kurt cuddles up to my side. "Good."

Finn and I meet at a coffee shop two days later. Finn smiles. He looks amazing. "Hi," he says softly. "I missed you. How are you doing?"

"I'm good," I say.

"Even with the rumors going around?"

"I'm good Finn," I assure, nodding. "I mean, I'm comfortable. I'm a little scared of what could happen when we go back to school but it'll be okay. I'm okay."

"I want to be close again," Finn mumbles. "I don't want anyone to hurt you."

It's a little bit over-the-top and so Finn-like but the words make me smile. "I don't think they will," I say optimistically. "I also don't want to talk about me and that horrible, horrible article. How did practice go? Please tell me the Titans plan on winning the big game. McKinley could use a championship."

"Oh we plan on it," Finn said. "Coach Beiste plans on killing us, but we plan on winning."

For awhile, we just discuss the championship game. It means a lot to Finn, so even though I've never been into football, I am into this discussion just because of the way that it makes his eyes light up. The McKinley football team never stood a chance in the past, but now they do. That means a lot to Finn. That means that he could potentially get a football scholarship and a number of other merits he wouldn't have been able to dream of without Coach Beiste. He reaches out and puts a hand on mine as we talk and I feel comforted. I'm not ready to jump into his arms again yet, but I really need Finn.

When I get back to school, there is a little bit of teasing over the "man" rumors, but it's really nothing like my fears. Most people find the rumor of a transgendered kid at McKinley too farfetched to believe and I'm pretty sure that Noah did something awful to Jacob, because he doesn't speak of it again. It's kind of disappointing in a way, because I'm not forced to out myself and I don't, and it stings because of the increased incidences of "manhands" and other masculinity related insults.

School isn't going as well for Kurt. He's being harassed by Dave Karofsky pretty frequently now. I've urged Kurt to go talk to Principal Figgins about it but he's hesitant. He doesn't want to stir up trouble as the gay kid and he doesn't want it to become a big deal. I hate to tell him that it's already becoming a big deal.

One of our first days back, I see Dave shove Kurt into a locker and walk past. I don't know where I find the courage but I follow after him until we're a good deal away from Kurt. I take a deep breath and open my mouth. I am going to get myself killed. "David," I say sharply, waiting for the big dumb jock to turn around. He does, staring at me with an incredulous expression. He plays stupid for the public, but it's obvious he's quicker than he acts.

"What the hell do you want, she-man?" he asks.

I roll my eyes at the insult. "David," I say again, firmly. "I must let you know that I am aware of what you did to Kurt. I feel very badly for you. I know that internalized homophobia leads to a very devastating mental state, but does not give you the right to hurt my best friend in this way. You must cease your bullying of him."

He stares at me. He doesn't even bother to pretend not to understand me. He lunges forward and I wince. I am headed to get the crap beat out of me but for a moment, I don't care. I don't know where the strength comes from but I don't give a care. He leans into my face, slamming a hand down on the locker. "Whatever the fag told you isn't true," he says. "You understand me, Berry? That fuckin' queer is making up rumors."

I realize that David has the social power to make Kurt's words seem like rumors, falsehoods, so I lie, quickly. "I have proof," I say. "So does Kurt. He didn't tell me either, David, so don't go running like a Neanderthal ready to stalk after its latest hunt. I know exactly how you feel."

He looks strangled. He believes me, I realize. I almost laugh, realizing that my acting ability has far surpassed where it was last. "You don't know anything."

"I know how it feels," I say softly. I take a breath and prepare myself to make a speech. "I know exactly where you're coming from. I know what it's like to hate everything about yourself, who you were born. I know what it's like to be terrified what would happen if anyone knew the truth. I still wonder to this day if I would lose the few friends I have, if they knew the true me. I have faith though that a true friend will stay true. I understand David, I do."

"How the hell do you-"

"Trust me, I just know," I whisper.

His eyes get wide. There is a lot of intelligence under them. He looks me over and his gaze lingers for a long time. "The rumors are true, aren't they?" he asks, his voice low. It wavers and he acts like he's in pain. I realize just how much he hurts and I catch my breath. It's the same pain that I've known all of my life. While the speech was just for show, every word of it was true. I know the pain that he's feeling, yet I've never lowered myself to react to it by bullying. "Are you that stupid that you'd tell me?" he asked, nearly barking out the words. "You know that I'm gonna give you hell for this Berry. I'm going to make your life miserable."

"No you're not," I say, internally realizing that I'm taking quite the risk, and also realizing that maybe I want to take the risk. "You won't say a word because I have proof you kissed Kurt. I would never out you without provocation though. You wouldn't do it to me either."

I don't know exactly what I'm doing but I forged a bond neither of us were expecting.

Fic: Rare Exception (17/?)

theauthor2010 — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 23:22:22 GMT

Title: Rare Exception - 17/?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here.

When Kurt called, he downplayed his injuries, so Dave was shocked to find Kurt in a broken and bloodied heap near the bleachers of their school. Why the hell hadn’t he called for help? Dave rushed to his side, falling to his knees. He turned Kurt slightly to look at him. His eyelashes fluttered and he looked at Dave. "He threatened me and beat on me and...I think he almost raped me," he spat out. Dave winced at the words but Kurt was never anything if not blunt. "If you didn't come in and protect me like that it would have happened. He threatened to go all wolf and really went at me."

Dave growled, even though he himself was not in wolf form. "I'm going to kill him," he declared boldly. "I won't even need to go wolf to do it. Where does it hurt? Can I move you?"

Kurt nodded. Dave gently picked him up in his arms. He carried him over to a bench and then dialed for help. "Hello?" he said the moment that he heard a voice. "Hi. I'm near McKinley High School. My boyfriend's been hurt. His injuries? Uh...he's got blood on his face and..."

"My ankle is messed up."

"He might have a broken ankle. He's beaten up." Dave spoke clearly, wrapping his arm around Kurt to support him. Kurt leaned his head on his shoulder. It seemed like an unconscious move but at the same time it made Dave’s heart beat a little faster. He didn’t take for granted how much his boyfriend trusted him. “Thank you. I’ll be looking out for the ambulance.” Dave set his phone down next to Kurt and looked into his eyes.

“I’m scared,” Kurt admitted to Dave, “that things are way too complicated in this world.”

“It’s not really a world we chose to be a part of,” he said, looking into Kurt’s eyes, but god yes, he agreed. Their world was way too complicated.

Quickly, an ambulance came and took Kurt to the hospital. It was discovered quickly that yes, he did have a broken bone in his ankle. Kurt rolled his eyes at that, obviously quite distressed by the fact, but quickly composed himself. “Can you call my dad, David?” he asked with a slightly pathetic expression. It was fascinating to see the strong boy brought down by his injuries. “He’ll be freaking out that I’m not home.”

Dave winced but he took Kurt’s cell and made the call. In about two seconds flat, Kurt’s father was there. He saw to Kurt and then walked over to Dave, who had moved out of the way to let Burt check his son out. It didn’t seem like it was very long at all, before Burt walked over to him and spoke. “Kurt says that you saved him,” the man said with a gruff tone.

Dave shook his head. Kurt really liked to dramatize things. “He was hurt and he called for help. I came and got him and called for an ambulance to take us to the hospital.”

The man shifted on his feet and Dave could see that he was struggling with his words. He shifted, opened his mouth and then closed it again. He finally found the words. “David, I was unfair to you before,” he mumbled. “I would really like for you to ask your mother if I can have permission to attend her meeting. I know that I’m not a wolf but I’ve neglected the part of Kurt that’s all his mother and I…I want to help.”

He looked at the man and he knew there was a sort of understanding between them. There was an understanding that the past was past and that they were both working toward a future. “I’m sure my mom would be fine with that Mr. Hummel,” he mumbled.

The meeting approached quickly. Three of the four local wolf packs attended the meeting. Archer’s was missing, which was good because Dave was still convinced that he was going to kill him upon first site. He was going to kill him on first site. A few moments before the speaking was to begin, Dave’s father approached where he, Kurt and Santana were seated. Kurt had his broken ankle elevated on a chair.

“The furthest North group isn’t coming,” Paul said. “They say that we’re trying to change the status quo and allow – their words, not mine – perverse queers into the fold.”

Dave looked at his father. The man, who had been in support of the wolf status quo, seemed a little different. He looked at Dave with a protectiveness that Dave appreciated so much. “I’m sorry Dad,” he mumbled, wondering if the meeting would change anything. All he knew was that he appreciated his father being on his side.

His mom spoke surely through the whole thing. He had never known how well spoken and confident she was. It made him admire her more than he ever had, when she was already one of his most admired people in the world. She was so strong, even though she was distressed and she was literally begging the others for help for her child.

"Our children are suffering," she said seriously. "Our kids are dealing with the dual lifestyles they lead and they can't reconcile both. Back in the day, we made it work because human lifestyles were a little bit more traditional. Now, kids are encouraged to embrace an individuality that isn't present in the wolf community."

"Aren't you just saying this because your kid's gay?"

Dave flinched at the words coming from one of his own. His mother, however, handled them with grace. "It is part of the reason that I struggle with this," she said. "There are kids who do not follow the norms of wolf society. There are children who do not wish to settle down with the first wolf to get them pregnant. There are children who are gay, lesbian, bisexual, want to live a non-monogamous lifestyle, don't want children of their own, the list goes on and on."

"You can't fight what makes up a wolf's biology," someone else injected.

Santana, who had been quiet at Dave's side, spoke up at that point. "There's a gay wolf in my pack, who I could point out right now if I was feeling bitchier," she said, crossing her arms. "There's also a chick who has been sleeping around on her mate. There are a lot of flaws in the system and if we're strong enough to fight the biological impulses we shouldn't be condemned by other wolves for feeling that way."

Dave looked at Santana with admiration in his eyes. When he looked over her shoulder at Kurt, he saw his boyfriend smiling as well. "My boyfriend was attacked by a wolf from the upper pack," Dave said darkly. "My best friend was also harassed because he wants to take her on as a mate. It's not cool."

It was strange. There were those who were supportive, those who were adamantly against it and those who just stared. There was a lot of talk and the general consensus of the meeting was that they couldn't figure any way out of their predicament. They needed supportive measures as a community but there was too much in the way. The lack of a conclusion exhausted Dave and left him not sure what to do.

"C'mon," he said, wrapping an arm around Kurt to help him to his crutches. He looked at Santana. "Let's get out of here."

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 7/?

theauthor2010 — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 22:54:44 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 7/?
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

The first meeting of the McKinley Alliance is on a Friday afternoon. Kurt and I had previously spent hours trying to figure out what to call it and we decided that was the most all-encompassing name we could come up with. “Oh god, nobody’s going to come,” Kurt says, looking from me to our advisor. Even though I’m still not speaking to Finn, I am thankful that he got Coach Beiste to advise our group. She is enthusiastic, trusting and a lot better than our other go to plan which would have been to get Mr. Schue to do it. I think that could have only ended in disaster.

“I’m sure that someone will come,” the woman says, giving us both an encouraging smile.

Tina and Mike come pretty quickly. I smile. I’m glad that they want to show their support. A few minutes later, Brittany and Artie arrive. I am a little sad to find out that this is going to be a glee kids’ event, but at the same time it shows that I know where my friends’ loyalties lie. They are good friends, something that I never imagined I would have.

Luckily there is one non-glee club member who arrives, a small freshman who introduces herself as Sandra. She smiles and waves, looking a little shy. I wonder if she’s seen the brutality of McKinley bullying yet. I hope not.

“It’s nice to see that someone started something like this,” she says quietly. “You’re very courageous to do so.”

I don’t know if I’m exactly courageous. The words make me wonder. I’m transgendered and yet I can’t open my mouth and tell this group of supportive people about it. If anyone’s courageous, it’s Kurt. We have to talk about something, so I open my mouth and start babbling about the trials and tribulations that my fathers have faced living in this area. It’s all hearsay and stories that I’ve heard a million times or more, but I know how to tell them, at least.

“There really is nothing,” I say, “that’s more terrifying to a little girl than to see the hate her daddies receive.” There’s also nothing scarier than telling already bullied and brutalized men that you weren’t their son but their daughter.

The meeting ends quickly because of the lack of things to do or say. Kurt seems discouraged so I put a hand on his shoulder. “For our first meeting, it could have been a whole lot worse,” I say sincerely. He smiles at me and I honestly know that things will be okay. This is a good start and is making some waves, even if they are only small ones.

Finn comes to me after a few days, absolutely begging for forgiveness. I expected the day would come but I wasn’t exactly prepared for the intensity. Finn has learned his drama well. “I never meant to sleep with Santana,” he says passionately. “It was a mistake and I absolutely regret every second of it. I also never meant to say those horrible things to you. I was angry and I didn’t want that secret to come out and I blurted it out in anger when I realized I was sunk. I am so sorry Rachel.”

It’s a nice apology and seems sincere, but I can’t accept it.

“I want nothing more than to forgive you Finn,” I say. “I just can’t find it within myself to do so yet.” I know that it’s cruel but I honestly can’t think about becoming involved with him again. He made a mistake, yes, and I will forgive him soon but I need time for myself. I need time to figure out what’s going on in my life. It’s stressful and I can’t handle the emotions that are involved. “I don’t mean to be cruel but I just can’t.”

I remember the day that I first told my fathers that I was a girl. It was a pretty calm day when I was about eight years old. They were so freaking scared. They were already harassed so much as a gay couple in small town Ohio. They were given so much hell just for existing and now their little boy announced that she was a girl. I felt so guilty. I was only eight and I just felt so guilty about every little thing.

My daddy was in denial at first, but my papa rose to the occasion. They took me to several therapists. Actually, one of the most horrifying memories I ever had was when one of the therapists called my parents abusive. She was under the impression that the two gay men had pushed the queer agenda on their son and made her think she was a girl.

They struggled so much for me. They took me to get all of the help I needed. They let me grow out my hair and dress as a girl. They went to my teachers and the administration of my school and had my name changed in their systems. They got me on hormone blockers when I was a little over eleven. My name was legally changed to Rachel when I was fourteen, even though I’d been using it for years. I started hormone replacement therapy when I was sixteen. They went through every legal, emotional and personal loop that they had to so that I could be me. My daddies are amazing.

Finn leaves, hurt. I hate to hurt the people I love. I do it enough.

The holiday break rolls around shortly after our first meeting. My daddies are excited for both Hanukah and Christmas, but I find my enthusiasm to be lacking, except in regards to being away from McKinley for a short period of time. I do enjoy the shopping that accompanies the holidays and I already have the perfect gifts set aside for the most important people, but my enthusiasm is limited.

On the last day of school, as I walk through the hallway, I hear low snickering. This is, unfortunately, not that unusual and has become more common since Kurt and I started the McKinley Alliance. I ignore it, holding my head high and getting through my day. Teachers are very lenient when they know that none of their students are paying attention with break more on their minds than anything else.

During lunch, Noah comes up to me. “Rachel,” he says in a low, cautious voice. He has become very protective of the other glee club members since his stint in juvie and I admire him for that. He is a very noble man. I admire who he has become. “Do you want me to send Jewfro on a trip to the dumpster for what he wrote about you?” He has been very low key about any trouble lately, so I don’t understand what he’s saying.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“That shit in his blog,” Puck says earnestly. “It’s pretty low. Nobody believes it, but they’re still gonna give you hell.”

“Don’t be violent, Noah,” I say, dismissing him. “Whatever lies being spread aren’t worth it. I’ll check it out though.”

I do, however, go to the computer lab to check out Jacob’s blog. I haven’t paid mind to school gossip in quite some time. What I see makes me waver in my chair before hitting the floor, the headline “Glee club Berry not all ‘she’ seems,” burned onto the inside of my eyeballs.

Fic: Rare Exception (16/?)

theauthor2010 — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 00:57:04 GMT

Title: Rare Exception - 16/?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here.

"My mom just went off about how wolf teenagers need more help adjusting to their dual lives or something," Dave said dejectedly. Kurt knew that he was right, or well, his mom was right. The biggest stress Kurt was going through and the problems plaguing Santana well, all of those things were related to the inability to reconcile with those two sides.

"That's good," Kurt said softly. He didn't mean to get jealous over Dave's care for Santana. He was so genuine and soft. He had an amazing personality beneath all the bullying. It was positively silly to be worried because Dave was a good friend and loved Santana. "There wouldn't be problems like Santana's if wolves freakin' communicated."

"That's true," Dave said. He looked Kurt over and Kurt could see concern in his eyes. "Kurt, you know you don't have to be insecure. I faced my biggest fears to be with you. Granted, it wasn't that bad, but they were my biggest fears."

Kurt smiled. It was a little weird how Dave just saw into his head like that. "I'm not too self confident," he admitted. “Sometimes I get so insecure with myself.”

"Neither am I," Dave said. “I do too, but trust me Kurt, neither have I, but you deserve every bit of confidence you have. You’re strong, capable and you can do absolutely anything. You’re so admirable.”

Kurt grinned, leaning over the table and pressing his lips to Dave’s. Dave was out of the closet now anyway, so he was going to have to get used to kissing. Kurt was never one for public displays of affection before and though they were tasteless, but as long as he and Dave weren’t sucking face, there really wasn’t a problem. “I am so freaking proud of you Dave,” he said, pressing their lips together again in another kiss for emphasis.

The date was fantastic and Kurt forgot all about his jealousy and the problems, that was, until he got home. After Kurt dropped Dave off at home, he drove home. He found several slurs spray painted on his family’s garage. It was nothing new, but at the same time, this time it was personal. Only a wolf could have painted things like: vag-boy, pussy!, and the number of other horrible things that had been written. “Archer,” he whispered, shaking his head. He didn’t want anyone to find out, so he quickly went inside to get some cleaner.

“I hate this,” he whispered out loud, as he dug for cleaning supplies underneath the sink. He turned around and shoved into one of the kitchen chairs. He flung it to the side. He marched back out into the cold winter air and started soaping up the garage door. He lathered it up, forcing himself to focus above the garage drawer. He really didn’t want his dad to find this, but it’d be even worse if Finn or Carole did. He scrubbed and scrubbed, managing to lighten up the dark coloring. “I hate them.”

Just as he got the last traces off of the door, his father’s car pulled up. Kurt tried to pick up the cleaning supplies and bring them inside but his dad waved him over. “Kurt, what’s going on?” he asked, getting out of the car. He looked tired, like he always did after a long day at the shop. Kurt really didn’t want to bother him.

“Nothing’s wrong Dad,” he said softly.

“What’s all that stuff?” he asked.

Kurt walked in the house with his father. “You’re home late,” he said, changing the subject. When his father glared at him, Kurt figured he best be honest – well, sort of. “There were just some nasty things written on the garage door when I got home. I managed to get it off before it dried, mostly.”

“What?” his father asked, enraged, looking at the door. That was, of course, when Kurt realized that the faintest outline of one of the worst slurs remained. He stared at it for a long time. Kurt stopped dead in his tracks and looked back.

“It’s okay dad,” he said. “I’m getting some crap from other wolves but…it’s nothing…”

His father put a hand on his shoulder and led him to the couch. “I’m sorry buddy,” he mumbled under his breath. Kurt could tell that he felt helpless. He hated that his dad couldn’t help but then again, it wasn’t his word. “I talked to your boyfriend’s mother today, you know that?”

He paused and looked over. “Really?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, she came by the shop today,” he said, sitting at Kurt’s side. “She’s organizing a meeting of the four packs of wolves that are near Lima to discuss the important issues,” he said. “She’s convinced that their kind isn’t giving enough help to their youth, which is pretty damned obvious in my opinion, but at least they’re making some progress right? Things have got to get better soon.”

“I sure hope so Dad,” Kurt said, hugging his father, something he didn’t do nearly enough.

At glee club the next day, Kurt’s irritation was furthered by walking in on Santana and Dave arguing. “Your mom has no idea that she’s making things worse!” Santana yelled, putting both hands on her hips and staring at Dave with a dangerous glare. “Do you have any idea how much crap we’re going to get? Everyone knows that you’re my friend even if we’re not in the same group.”

“It might help,” Dave said softly, but his voice quickly rose. “She’s trying to find an answer to problems like yours!”

“There is no answer. There are always going to be assholes who think female wolves are baby machines.”

Kurt walked up behind Dave and put his arm around his waist. He could tell that Santana was hurting. “Santana, we've got to try right?” he asked. “This has been a long time coming. I know that you’ve been getting hurt and that sucks; I’ve been getting hurt too.”

“He’s just gotta stop,” Santana said, looking at Dave and then slinking off to her seat where she pouted. “He’s making me crazy.”

Kurt took Dave to their seats, noticing that Mike and Tina had entered the room. Tina muttered, “wolves,” under her breath. He remembered that they were some kind of cat-shifters. God the shifters really were quite different. He knew that he had to confront Archer. This bullying was too much and was going to be detrimental to making things better for all of the young shifters around.

Luckily for Kurt, Dave had plans after the meeting. Kurt found the jock outside near the football field. “Archer, we need to talk,” he said seriously, walking up to the shifter and holding his breath. He was incredibly nervous. He knew this was a bad idea but he could hold his own better than anyone else. “I know what you did to my house yesterday. This bullying has got to stop here and now.”

The shifter smiled a smile that would have been attractive if it wasn’t so dangerous. Kurt got scared but didn’t let his confidence fail him. “You have no way to prove that I did anything to you pussyboy,” he said in a low purr.

“You’ve been harassing Santana.”

“She deserves it,” he said, reaching out and touching Kurt’s arm. Kurt flinched and pulled it back. “Honestly, so does your butt-buddy Karofsky if we’re being honest. He and his dumbass mom don’t have a clue what they’re doing. My pack’s pretty pissed at her attempts to sing kumbaya around the camp fire.”

“We have to make peace,” Kurt said seriously.

“What do you know about peace Hummel?” he asked, shoving Kurt. Kurt hit the ground, but immediately got up to his feet. “You’re half-human, which means that you’re nothing. Anyone ever tell you where your mama’s mate came from? He was from my pack. She practically pissed herself with happiness when he died so she could go fuck a human. My pack are the real world wolves. You’re just an abomination Hummel.”

Kurt stood right up to him. “Look, this has got to end! We’re not doing anything except live our lives!”

Archer chuckled. “Damn, you may be an abomination but you’re feisty Hummel,” he said low. He put a hand on Kurt’s chest and pushed him toward the bleachers. Kurt hit them with a thump, sitting down involuntarily. “I could make you my mate you know? I think they’d forgive me for how faggy it is, considering that I’d right the wrong your mama did. You’d like it wouldn’t you sweetie?”

Kurt scrambled away, hitting the ground. He was honestly afraid the other wolf was going to rape him. This was a bad idea and he needed to get out of the situation immediately. He had to get away.

“I could go wolf right now,” Archer said, snarling. “It’d be easy.”

Kurt moved away but as soon as he rose, he fell again, tumbling forward. He felt a sudden burst of pain in his leg and then the other boy was hitting him. He turned around and let out a small scram as something broke. Archer, the coward he was, ran away at the sound of his scream. Kurt stared up, clutching his leg. His head was bleeding too, right along the line of his scalp. Oh, he hurt.

He didn’t know what to do. Kurt looked around and his vision blurred at the strain. He tried his best to get up but that wasn’t going to happen. His left leg was curled underneath his body and he couldn’t do anything about it. He needed help. He wasn’t sure if he should call the cops or what. He decided against it and called Dave. He hoped his boyfriend was available.

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 6/?

theauthor2010 — Wed, 27 Jul 2011 23:55:44 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 6/?
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

Finn completely lifts my spirits and eases my fears. I feel beautiful when Finn says that I’m beautiful because he’s simply honest. Before the wedding, Burt calls Finn over. I am pretty close by, so I see just how nervous the man is. I can’t imagine getting married to the love of my life, honestly. I guess it’s a dream too far in the future for me, because there is so much that comes first, but I can see the nerves. Nerves, I understand.

“Good luck today, Mr. Hummel,” I say politely. “You look fantastic and are going to do awesome.”

He smiles. “Thank you very much, I appreciate that.”

Finn helps him fix himself up and I wait. I wait, knowing this event is huge in the lives of two of the most important people to me.

The wedding is wonderful. Burt and Carole asked the glee club to sing for their wedding and we all do a fantastic job. Everyone is so happy. Finn’s best man speech is one of the most heartwarming things that I’ve ever heard in my life. In it, he talks to his mother and thanks Kurt for becoming his brother. I can see that he’s really learned a lot by being so close to Kurt. I can relate to him there because I most definitely have learned a lot being close to Kurt myself.

After the wedding, Kurt and I spend a little time alone, as Finn seems nervous about something. I did see him hanging around Santana near the beginning of it, so I hope she hasn’t done anything to upset him. There is a little park just outside of the church where Burt and Carole were married so we go to the swings. “You did so well planning this,” I say.

“Thank you,” Kurt says, looking satisfied with the way everything wound up. “I’m really proud of myself. I’m also really proud of Finn. I never imagined that he would come through for me like that. I am really, really thankful.”

“Gosh, now we’re on to Sectionals,” I say. I know that it’s hard for me to talk about things not related to glee club and I probably shouldn’t have gone back to talking glee right after Kurt’s father’s wedding, but at the same time it’s something to talk about. He lights up at the words so thankfully I haven’t caused any offense. “This year is going by so fast. I know we’ll do fantastic this time.”

Kurt nods. “Of course,” he says.

Our sectionals competition indeed does come fast. The day after the wedding, Mr. Schuester assigns the songs. “This time, for sectionals, I want to change things up a little,” he says. I never realized exactly how different “different” could be. Mr. Schuester assigns the duet to Quinn and Sam, the solo number to Santana and a huge dance number during Santana’s solo to Mike and Brittany. He purposely avoids my eyes as he speaks.

I am horrified. I want to leave the room. I open my mouth to speak but Kurt cuts me off. “Santana’s voice will be lovely on that song,” he says, giving me a look that says not to do it. I am struggling but I keep my mouth shut. Ugh. It hurts. I don’t think that the glee club stands a chance without me on vocals! Or do we? I’m so conflicted. I don’t know what to do. It’s absolutely horrible.

Thanks to Kurt, I stay good. I don’t say a word even though my mind is screaming objections. I give Quinn helpful hints on how to strengthen her vocals, which of course, leads to her staring at me. It’s good advice. “Quinn,” I say, “there’s no way that we can win if your vocals aren’t up to par. You need to start rehearsing every day if the poor choice to have you and Sam sing is to be justified.”

After rehearsal, I have to leave. I have to be alone for awhile.

It doesn’t work that way as Kurt follows me outside. He wraps an arm around my shoulders. “I’m a little pissed off about being passed up myself,” he says. I have to admit that I didn’t even consider that another person might feel passed over. “It’s okay though Rachel. It’ll give us both time to relax and focus on the group meetings. Those are really important and are going to take some time and energy from us.”

I know he’s right.

We are fantastic at sectionals. I have to admit to that. The other groups don’t stand a chance. I go on despite my lack of attention. Then, through cruelties I won’t describe, I am hit with a bombshell far bigger than Sectionals to me, even though performance means everything to me. We win, well, we tie with a silly group of boys from a stupid private school, but it comes out.

Finn slept with Santana. I don't really know how to handle that. Yes, we weren't together but at the same time he lied to me. I lied too but I eventually came through and told him the truth. "Finn, how could you?" I ask and I know it's not the fact that he did it, but jealousy that breaks my heart. Santana, like Quinn, is pretty, perfect and has a vagina. It's something I can't give Finn, not now at least. He slept with a girl who could give him everything. "You lied..."

"You lied too, Rachel," he says.

"I was afraid, Finn, and I told you the truth eventually." I panic. I can’t handle this. Finn really belongs with a normal girl. He belongs with a normal girl that isn’t me. I can’t take it. I can’t believe that he did this to me. I can’t help the creeping feeling, even though I know it’s false, that I deserve it.

"You didn't tell me you used to be a guy."

My stomach drops. He's really going to bring this into play now? He said he'd be okay with me being how I am. I shut my eyes. All of the self-doubt is something I have to force out, but it leaves when he says those words. That is not okay. I’ve worked too hard for everything that I have. I’ve struggled far too much for some boy to tell me that I used to be a guy. "Finn Hudson, I have never, not once in my life been a guy. I'm a girl. I'm always going to be a girl, even if I'm no Santana."

“Rachel, I didn’t mean…”

I don’t care. I walk off, right back onto our busses. I sit at the back, daring anyone to come sit next to me.

The only one brave enough is, of course, Kurt. He watched the explosion as I found out Finn’s secret, but not what followed. “Rachel, you and Finn weren’t together when he was with Santana,” he lectures gently. “As much as I find Finn’s choice to sleep with Santana distasteful, surely you understand that you were involved with Jesse at the time.”

I look up. I don’t want him to see me cry but frankly, it’s hard to care. “It’s not the fact that he slept with her,” I say, “or the fact that he lied to me and said he didn’t go through with it. It’s the fact that when I got mad at him for lying to me, he said that I lied to him, by never telling him that I ‘used to be a guy,’ Kurt.”

He opens his mouth but closes it again as he begins to understand what I’m saying to him. “Oh Rachel,” he says. “C’mon, let’s not think about Finn right now.” He looks up over my head and I know he’s probably looking at the very boy who broke my heart. “We just won Sectionals. Well, we tied but you know what I mean. Our petition has just about enough signatures and Coach Beiste has agreed to supervise the club. Everything is going perfect right now.”

He’s right, of course. It is perfect. Finn or no Finn.

Fic: Rare Exception (15/?)

theauthor2010 — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 23:28:49 GMT

Title: Rare Exception - 15/?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here.

Dave was worried about Santana. Both he and Kurt could see that she wasn’t doing well under the pressures caused by her dual lives. Archer was harassing her more than ever and even worse, he had moved on to bugging Kurt, which meant he was going to get his ass kicked pretty soon. According to Kurt, Santana was depressed and even worse because she had gone into heat. She had apparently told Kurt that the only time she was ever happy was when she was having sex with Brittany.

Speaking of Brittany, she seemed terrified for Santana too.

“I wish you would be her mate,” she said during their English class together. She leaned over her desk to talk to him as the bell started ringing. “You would keep her from being hurt by the bad wolves and you wouldn’t be mad at her for just wanting lady sexy times. You’re a good wolf, Karofsky, even if you were mean before you and Santana started going out. You’re a very good wolf.”

“Karofsky, Pierce, I think that was the bell.”

Dave quieted at his teacher’s whining thinking about Brittany’s words. He wondered many things throughout the most boring English class in the universe, but he couldn’t stop thinking that maybe he and Santana could become mates. He wasn’t sure about the specifics but wolves mated by having sex. Neither of them exactly wanted to do the heterosexual nasty but if it would keep people out of Santana’s hair, then well, wouldn’t it be worth it? He knew that he would have to talk to his parents, even if that was going to be one awkward conversation.

It was definitely an awkward conversation. Dave sat at the end chair, watching both of his parents squirm on the sofa, made incredibly uncomfortable by their son’s questioning. He didn’t want to put them through that but he wanted to find some way to end his best friend’s suffering. It was only natural that he didn’t want to see her getting hurt by idiots who wanted to go by wolf custom.

“To become Santana’s official mate, you would have to have sex with her while she was on a heat cycle and impregnate her,” his mother said bluntly. Dave stared at her with wide eyes. Why the hell didn’t some wolf write a goddamned book? It was nearly impossible to find the information you were looking for. He was a full-blooded wolf shifter and had been one since the day he was born and yet he was so confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” he asked gruffly, rolling his eyes. “I mean seriously, guys, you had no idea that I wouldn’t be straight. I could have made a life partner before I even got out of high school.”

“Things are a little different in wolf societies,” his father said tensely. “David, why would you want to mate with Santana? I know that you’re gay and we’re both perfectly okay with that. We both wish you the absolute best with Kurt.”

Dave let out a small sigh. He felt absolutely pathetic. “Dad,” he said. “Santana is a lesbian and she’s being harassed like crazy by this local wolf, Archer. He wants to mate with her and stuff. He keeps pressuring her. She’s also getting a ton of pressure, even from her family, to just pick a male mate and be done with the phase she’s going through. Only, it’s not a phase. It’s her, it’s who she is and she’s miserable.” He was rambling but at the same time he wasn’t always so eloquent with expressing himself and this was frustrating.

His mom shook her head. “Poor dear,” she said. “The wolf world really isn’t fair to gay and lesbian, non-monogamous or …anyone who isn’t super traditional. We really do need to come together to give our teens some advocacy. Everything is so traditional and based in biological impulse, when that’s really, really not how people are.”

“What can we do?” his father asked, turning to his mother. “Wolves are traditional. I know that some shifters have it easier but our instincts are that of wild wolves.”

“I know Paul,” she snapped, “but the way this area treats shifters as an open secret is ridiculous. Sure, we keep on the down low because of the lack of media attention to our existence, but at the same time, it’s our kids suffering. Other areas at least have places we can go to get help and information.”

“There are only four packs of wolves in this area.”

“That’s four more than enough,” she said quietly.

“I just wish I could help her,” Dave said. “She needs some way to be able to be who she is.”

“I have to admit that a mate who accepted her sexuality would be best,” his father finally said softly. That left a rotten taste in Dave’s mouth and a sick, sinking feeling that there was very little he could do to help his best friend.

He went on a date with Kurt the evening after he spoke to his parents. “My mom is really supporting the idea of some kind of advocacy for wolf teenagers who aren’t normal relationships,” he explained to his boyfriend, looking over the table between them at Breadstix. Kurt seemed very interested in what he had to say, staring at him with those intense eyes of his. Dave laughed under his breath at how nervous Kurt’s heated stare made him.

“That’s good,” Kurt said. “I mean, it’s obvious that my mom isn’t the only case of wolf shifters not falling in love with the right person. I’d be totally supportive. We should talk to your mother sometime soon.”

Dave nodded. “Until then though, there’s nothing I can do for Santana,” he said. “I asked my mom if I could take her as a mate but even if we said she was my mate, it apparently wouldn’t count until we erm, mated and something came of that mating.”

Kurt winced. “Oh,” he said. “That would have been a good idea otherwise.”

“Yeah, you know I think that my dad admitted that it’d be a good idea,” he said.

Kurt’s demeanor changed at that pretty quickly. "Maybe you should," Kurt said, shrugging like he was suggesting nothing, rather than suggesting bringing a child into the world to two teenagers. Dave stared at him in shock at his rapid change in personality. Where had that come from? "Santana's in heat and it'll be awhile until she is again. If you two have sex and you knock her up then she'll be technically your mate, right? Nobody else will hurt her. That bastard who wants to mess with her wouldn't step close."

"Kurt, you're mad. I'm not considering it because I want to fuck her. I don't like girls. All that trouble I went through coming out of the closet and you know I'm gay. I just don't want any more assholes hurting her. She's tough as shit but she's emotionally a wreck. People are gonna exploit that."

"You really love her David," he mumbled softly. Dave wasn't really sure what kind of love Kurt meant. He didn't love Santana like romantically, but he really cared about her like his little sister or something. She was a tough chick with a dangerous personality but she was delicate too.

"She's like my sister," he blurted out. "Kurt, she's important yeah."

"How do wolf families take teen pregnancies?" he asked, chuckling. "Is it anything like regular people do? I mean, I remember being told most have kids young."

"Mom was eighteen when she had my sister,” Dave said quietly. He looked at Kurt and gave a faint smile, despite the fact that Kurt seemed a little bit snippy with him. “She had just finished high school. She says that she was actually very happy to have kids and the pack was supportive of her.”

“Yay,” Kurt said dejectedly. “So what kind of plans does your mom have for advocacy?”

Fic: So Far From Perfect - 12/12

theauthor2010 — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 23:56:41 GMT

Title: So Far From Perfect - 11/12
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Sequel to Desperate Endeavor. Blaine Anderson just wants to start a new life, far away from his past as a prostitute. It's not going to be that easy but with the help of friends like Mike, Tina and Brittany and the love of his life, Kurt, maybe Blaine will make it. Previous chapters can be found here.
AN: Thank you for all of you who stuck with this series. You know who you are. Yes, cheesy ending but I live for cheese.

“Thank you both so much for covering for me,” Tina said, scooping the tiny child up in her arms. Rissa cooed and seemed to just light up now that one of her mommies was home. She wrapped one of her tiny hands in Tina’s hair, making a gurgling sound that was pleasantly close to laughter. “Please tell me that this child was good to you.” She turned to Kurt and Blaine and had a smile on her face. She seemed relieved, so Blaine had to infer that the unnamed family crisis was now solved. He was glad she was home, even though he’d enjoyed the babysitting immensely.

“She was very good,” Blaine assured the woman, helping Tina untangle the tiny hand from pulling out her hair. Tina smiled at him gratefully. “I think that I can speak for both of us when I say that we’re a little in love with her. Also, she puked on Kurt, but he still loves her, so that’s a pretty big deal, right?”

Tina’s eyes got wide and she started laughing immediately. “She puked on you?” she asked Kurt giggling. “I really shouldn’t be surprised considering how much laundry Britt and I have ended up doing in the past couple of months but really, wow. You would think that anyone would know better than to throw up on Kurt Hummel.”

Kurt shrugged, shaking his head. “I forgive you, Riss, but just this time,” he joked, leaning close to kiss the baby’s forehead. He pulled back and gave Tina a smile. Rissa’s gaze, however, quickly changed from staring at Tina and looking up at the man who kissed her, to move right back to Blaine.

All three of them had to notice the fact that the infant was rather fixated on Blaine. “I think my daughter’s developed a new infatuation,” Tina said, pointing out what they all noticed. The baby’s eyes keep fixating on Blaine. It made him feel very important. “Would you guys come back and babysit again some time? Or Kurt, if you’re busy, maybe you could come by Blaine? I mean, if you wanted to. Brittany and I are pretty busy and it’d be nice from time to time. Plus, I can’t deny my baby girl her new best friend.”

Blaine blushed. “I would love to,” he said.

Blaine and Kurt went home reluctantly, both feeling pretty satisfied. “I would say that you are very happy right now,” Kurt said as they left, gripping Blaine’s hand tightly in his. Blaine relished in the comfort of the gesture and the general good feeling brought on by their babysitting efforts. He was happy. He was completely content, something that years earlier he would have never imagined for himself.

“I would say that you are right,” he said, squeezing back as they got to Kurt’s car. Blaine slipped into the passenger seat and gave the other man a happy look. He was truly contented and everything seemed to be getting better and better. “I can say to you that I am very, very happy right now.”

Blaine was happy. He had a family for the first time in forever and he had Kurt.

Friday afternoon, Blaine came into the office a few hours after Kurt did. Kurt insisted that he wait, because their Fridays were usually so slow and Blaine deserved the extra rest after all the schoolwork he had been doing, but Blaine was eager to get to work. He liked getting stuff done and felt more comfortable when he had an actual routine going down.

He was a little tired though. He had just started school and well, everything was a lot of effort. It took a lot out of a person to turn things around and get life back in order. So that was why he was a little exhausted when Brittany came running up to him. “Blaine, I need help,” she said, giving him an almost childlike pout. “I’m really confused with something down in the supply room. Can you help me, please?”

She looked pretty desperate, so even though Blaine wasn’t sure he was the best man for the job, he came following after her. She rushed down to the stockroom, moving as quickly as possible. “Come on Blaine,” she urged, forcing the big door open.

Blaine stopped dead in his tracks when he walked into the room. There was a banner set up that read in big, swooping letters: BLAINE WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Trying to deal with the shock, shaking his head, Blaine turned toward Brittany again to see that she was rushing into Tina’s arms. Tina was in the room with little Rissa in a carrier next to her. There was someone else. Mike stood at the corner of the room, holding hands with another boy. Wes? Blaine’s eyes got wider by the second as he took in each bit of the scene around him. It looked like the stockroom of Kurt’s office but felt like he’d walked into another world.

Finally, he focused on Kurt, who knelt down under the banner and opened up a black ring box. Blaine started crying the second he realized that no, his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him and yes, the scene in front of him was one hundred percent the real deal. He forced himself to focus and saw the ring that Kurt was revealing to him. “So, how about it Blaine?” Kurt asked with a stunning amount of vulnerability in his wavering voice. “Will you marry me?”

Blaine tried to find his voice but found that absolutely nothing was coming out, so instead, he nodded his head rapidly up and down. Kurt slid the ring onto his finger and then stood back up, looking Blaine in the eyes and just waiting for him to respond. Blaine found it in himself to leap forward, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s neck and holding on for dear life. He leaned forward and captured Kurt’s lips in a kiss, amazed at everything that had happened.

Life had begun.

A few hours later, once Blaine had stopped crying and could find his voice, he approached Mike. “You guys came all the way out here to watch Kurt propose to me?” he asked with a skeptical look on his face.

Mike shook his head. “It’s my vacation,” he said, “and well, Wes really likes New York.” It was a feeble excuse, if any excuse at all. Blaine reached out and hugged Mike tightly. The man had quickly become his best friend. “Plus, I couldn’t miss Kurt proposing to you for the world. I mean seriously, I’m a little bit of a romantic myself if you haven’t noticed.”

Blaine smiled, looking across the way to where Kurt and Brittany were talking quite animatedly. “It’s all going to get better from here on out, isn’t it?” he asked. “I’m okay. I’m going to school and I’m marrying Kurt Hummel. It’s alright. I’m alright.”

Fic: Happy Days Are Here Again - 5/?

theauthor2010 — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 02:13:59 GMT

Title: Happy Days Are Here Again - 5/?
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Strong Rachel/Kurt friendship.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel Berry has a secret she wants to reveal but is far too afraid to do so.
Warnings: Transgendered Character, Transphobia,
AN: Previous chapters can be found here.

I can’t believe that Karofsky kissed him. I don’t even understand why. Then it hits me just how closeted LGBT youth can become. I’ve talked to my fathers about this before. There is so much pressure, especially in towns like this one, to hide yourself from the outside world. That is one of the many reasons why there are only a few people in my world who know that I’m transgendered. The consequences of coming out can be dire and there are so many reasons for fear of who you are.

“I’m coming over Kurt,” I say quickly. I know that Kurt is hurting. He’s never been kissed and the assault on his person must be devastating to him. I want to help him. I swore that I would be a good friend to Kurt and I am going to keep that promise to both Kurt and to myself.

“Rachel, you really don’t have to…” he starts.

I cut him off. “I am coming over Kurt Hummel,” I say boldly.

When I get to his house I can see that he’s a wreck. He immediately ushers me to his bedroom, so I am safe in assuming that he’s keeping this from his family. The house is a mess, boxes everywhere because of the family’s impending move into their new house. Kurt sits down at the end of his bed and looks at me. I immediately rush to his bed, sit down at his side and hug him tightly. “I’m so sorry Kurt,” I say softly. I don’t know what else to say.

“I don’t know what to do,” he admits softly. “He’s threatened me about keeping it a secret. Not that I would tell or anything, of course, but he scares me.”

“He threatened you?” I say, immediately incited to action. “Kurt, we need to tell someone right now. I feel very sorry for David, of course, as being closeted is never something easy to deal with, but that was no reason to bring threats against you. He knows that you are a good person and the closest thing to an ally one can get in this town.”

“I can’t and won’t tell,” Kurt says immediately. “I mean, how would you feel if I went out right now and told everyone your secret? I just can’t. I have to just ignore it and hope that it goes away. I’m just really not sure what I’m supposed to do next aside from that. I just…I’m tired Rachel, I don’t know.”

I wrap my arms around him again and hold him in a tight hug. It surprises me when he cries. I have never thought about Kurt as a person who could break or cry. I’ve seen him cry before, yes, during his performances and when his father was sick, but just to see him break in such an intimate two person situation makes me feel vaguely nauseous. Kurt is always so strong and never lets anyone take care of him, but he’s letting me, so I need to be selfless and take advantage of his trust and, and care for him!

“We’re going to continue our efforts to protest the bullying,” I promise him.

“We need to create a LGBT group,” Kurt mumbles, thinking about our plans again, momentarily distracted from what Karofsky has done. Get signatures, approvals, your dads can help us fight it if need be. This school is just one of the most unsafe places for kids who don’t fit into the regular norms.”

“It does,” I say, my mind running at about a mile a minute. I hug him. “I love you Kurt, okay?”

He smiles. “Okay.”

I am determined to get my plans into action so the next day I come with a neatly typed petition for club addition and a gigantic sandwich board, which I have written: “Join the fight for diversity! Stop bullying at WMHS!” in bright red lettering with rainbows and gold stars and wear around my neck. At lunch, I stand in the hall, just in front of the cafeteria, trying to collect signatures. I manage a few. Tina comes up to me, of course, and signs. Puck looks at me like I’m crazy and gearing to get myself killed, but signs all the same.

It goes alright until Azimio slushies me.

I groan and close my eyes as the cold red liquid bath splashes me in the face. It messes with my board but luckily I have colored the other side just in case. I turn my board on the other side and sit it by my side after I clean up, afraid that it would take the brunt of another slushie attack. I am unfortunately, approached by worse bullies, ones that masquerade as friends from time to time: Quinn and Santana.

“Do you really think that anything is going to end bullying here?” Quinn scoffs. “It never ends.”

“You’re not even gay, Berry,” Santana snaps. “Stop trying to get attention.”

“Do you two have any idea how badly people like Kurt are bullied?” I ask, infuriated. These girls are not only supposed to be my friends, but they’re supposed to be Kurt’s friends. Kurt, who they have to see being harassed mercilessly,. “Do you guys even give a damn about how much your friend suffers?”

“Shut it, Man Hands,” Quinn quips before the girls turn to walk off. I wince at the sting of their insults. The ones insinuating I’m masculine are always the worse, but usually I brush them off. They scare me, make me worry that I’m not passing as well as I could and they burn, they burn deep.

“Quinn.”

I turn around to see Finn standing beside us. He looks absolutely pissed off and my heart leaps in my throat when I realize that he is planning on defending my honor. “Rachel doesn’t deserve this crap,” he yells at Quinn. “She’s always up in front, doing the right thing and not caring what people think about her. I honestly, I honestly gotta admit that I’m not always brave enough to stop caring but that’s Rachel. She’s someone you should be looking up to for what a girl our age should act like.”

It dissolves pretty quickly, Santana and Quinn leaving and rolling their eyes, but I am so in love with Finn my heart hurts. I stare at him. “Finn,” I say softly. “I think that’s very possibly the sweetest thing that you’ve ever done for me.”

He shrugs a little bit, looking sheepish. “I know that it probably hurts for Quinn and people to say things like that,” he says delicately. He doesn’t really know how to express what he’s saying but I get it. It is hurtful when they make comments about me like that. I wrap my arms around Finn and hug him tightly. He blushes.

“It’s always hurt,” I admit, “when girls that look like that say that I’m masculine or have man hands or look like RuPaul or whatever. It’s like I failed trying to me who I am.”

He sighs and holds my hand. “So what is this all about?” he asks, looking at my poster, which is still a little red around the edges from the slushie, despite being turned around. “Is this something that you and Kurt are doing?”

I nod. “Kurt and I are staring a club on campus for LGBT teenagers,” I explain. “We want to do something kind of like a gay straight alliance, but without the restrictive title. We just want to do something about the bullying on campus. It’s horrible in general but it’s even worse for openly gay people like Kurt. He’s really having a hard time.”

“I sort of have started to notice that,” Finn said sadly. “I’d be glad to help you out Rachel.”

I smile and kiss his cheek. “You’re wonderful Finn. Start by signing here?” I hand him my sign-up sheet. He takes it and signs his name. It’s a start.

Over the next week and a half, Kurt and I make progress. It’s not that much progress, but it is progress all the same. I do something that is a little bit sexist, to be honest, and ask the boys to keep a watch out for Karofsky. Finn is hesitant, which irritates me to no end. He still has so much to learn about image. Even though Kurt has told me a lot about his bullying, I know he hasn’t told me the half of it. A few days after I tell them to do this, Sam winds up with a gigantic bruise. Violence is not the answer but Karofsky is obviously reacting with violence to his own pressures so what has to be done has to be done.

The Hummel-Hudson wedding is on a lovely Saturday afternoon and creeps up in no time at all.

I approach Finn, wearing the red dress I had prepared especially for the occasion. “You look beautiful,” he says, something that eases my fears immensely, considering that I feel vulnerable, masculine, not good enough when I wear clothing like this. Finn, although he makes mistakes, knows how to get to me.