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Behind the Fashion: Chapter 4


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 6/? - Created: Oct 30, 2011 - Updated: Oct 30, 2011
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Coach Karofsky was tired. He was tired of kids, friends, of secrets. No one knew that he was a homosexual, no one besides Kurt, and he was in New York, while Karofsky himself was stuck in Ohio; there was no way that his secret is ever going to be exposed. He was dating a girl that all his friends thought was hot. How he got her, he never knew. He felt bad for using her, but he also knew that she would never find out, as he would never let anyone know. The one respite he had was yelling at his team, and getting them as good as possible, which was pretty damn good, if he could say so himself. In fact, he was just yelling at his quarterback when he turned around and saw the one person who could turn his whole world upside down. He was the one person who could shove him out of the closet that he had so deeply climbed into.

Kurt. Kurt Hummel was standing in the entrance of the field, staring at him. What the hell was he doing here? Wasn't he tormented enough in high school? Granted, it was usually him that tormented Kurt. Karofsky never thought that Kurt would have the balls to come back, not after their senior year. And who was that guy he was with? He couldn't decide if he was gay or not. Not that it mattered, he added for himself. Wait, wasn't there a photo shoot happening today? Is Kurt one the models? Shit! Okay, just relax. You're the football coach for goodness sakes! Just focus on the team…

Kurt was getting paler by the minute, starring at the field. Blaine was getting very worried about him by this time; from what happened earlier as they were entering the school to the conversations with those two teachers to whatever the hell is going on right now, Blaine had no idea what to think. He could figure out that Kurt definitely had history here. Some seemed good, but it was now clear that it was not all smooth sailing at high school de Kurt. The only thing was that Kurt wouldn't talk to him about it. Oddly, even though he couldn't stand Kurt usually, seeing him like this makes him want to know and understand Kurt. Blaine didn't understand why he felt this way, but he knew that he felt it, and so he acted.

"Kurt, look at me." Blaine commanded with a quite force, taking Kurt's face in his hands and turning it away from the field that seemed to frighten him. Kurt stared into Blaine's hazel eyes for a second, and finally got a grip on reality.

"I'm sorry." Kurt looked down so as to break the gaze.

"Are you okay?"

"What? Of course. I just remembered something." Kurt tried to blow the whole thing off, hoping Blaine would drop the subject.

"You are not getting away that easily. You looked like you were going to pass out from fright. We are going to talk about it after the shoot, if not sooner."

"Blaine, drop it." Both boys turned at the voice. Dan Reeds had been sent to make sure everything went smoothly for the photographer, Mark Harris. However, everyone suspected his real job would be to keep Blaine and Kurt on good terms so that the photos would actually be able to be used.

Blaine looked at Dan, nodded, and left him with Kurt. Kurt, however, looked down and shook his head, and proceeded to walk over to the bleachers that the camera was set up on for the pictures. When Blaine and Kurt came together again, Blaine shocked everyone by giving Kurt a gentle hug. It wasn't drawn out, nothing too serious, but it was a hug that seemed to mean something, something that only they would understand. What came as an even bigger shock to everyone was that Kurt patted Blaine's arm, not even looking irritated, more like acceptance. Needless to say, the entire crew was freaked out by the sudden change in the models.

The session went well. They shot in the bleachers, the field, a classroom, the hallway, cafeteria, and many other places that the photographer thought would be good. The pictures were fabulous; only a few of them were taken out of the mix right away. The two models were working tirelessly, even more so than usual. The whole crew noticed the way they were working together was something to behold. When they wanted to be, they were fantastic. They knew how to model with a partner, and they knew each other very well, which was a helpful tool in this type of modeling. There was no fighting during the whole session, which was pretty remarkable. The day was a good one in the crew's mind; Kurt and Blaine thought so, too.

That is until the end of the day. Both Blaine and Kurt had forgotten about the morning's incident where Blaine thought Kurt was going to die of fright. Blaine was a quick changer, so he left the wardrobe area before Kurt, who was very meticulous when it came to clothes. When Kurt did finally leave, and was walking to his car, he was alone. By this time he had grown comfortable with being back at his high school; or at least as comfortable as he was before he had come out and gotten harassed. That was why he never expected it to happen. Not now, not when he was a fully grown adult who was very successful in New York City.

Someone grabbed him as he had passed an open classroom door. It was dark in the classroom; all the blinds in the windows were closed. The lights were out and the door was shut behind them. Kurt was terrified. There was a hand over his mouth, but he couldn't have screamed even if he'd wanted to and there was no hand to block him. Kurt slammed into a wall, and was pinned. He couldn't think, he couldn't move. All he knew was the face in front of him.

"Karofsky." Kurt breathed shakily, his eyes adjusting to the light, finally seeing the face of the man who used to beat him for being gay. For being able brave enough to come out when he himself could not bear to. The pressure increased slightly as Karofsky contemplated what to do. It was clear he did not think this far in advance. Kurt didn't know how long Karofsky had for this, but he knew that he would not be looked for until tonight by his family, and then he wasn't supposed to be back at work for a week, as he took time off to hang out with old friends, so they wouldn't worry about him. It seemed to him like he was screwed, no matter what.

"Why did you come back? I told you never again. Why didn't you listen?" Karofsky's voice was soft and harsh, holding back tears.

"I- I had to. It was for my job." Kurt's legs were giving up, and it was now lucky that Karofsky was holding him so tightly to the wall, or Kurt would've fallen to the floor.

"I told you. I told you, Kurt."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm so-"Kurt was cut off with the feel of the familiar lips that had come upon his so often during senior year. Their lips parted and then Karofsky crushed his lips upon Kurt's once more. They continued in this fashion, stopping for air only when absolutely necessary. Kurt did not know what to do. He remembered the confusion of senior year, of Karofsky shoving him when everyone was looking, and then apologizing and kissing him when they were alone. Kurt had understood the twisted reasons. He knew that it was not healthy now, but back then it seemed like the only option. It had terrified him when he saw Karofsky with other jocks, as he knew it would most likely mean physical abuse. However, it had not terrified him when Karofsky was alone, as he knew that would mean that he was going to be loved again, and given kisses from the only one who he could have loved at the time. There were not many options in Lima, Ohio when it came to gay dating.

"You can't. Tell. Anyone." Karofsky said between kisses. It felt good to be in control again, good to be able to go back to the control he had in high school over Kurt. Good to be able to kiss him and be turned on again by him. For so long he just wasn't feeling it. Now he was kissing him and it felt good. But it also felt different. Kurt was not actually kissing back; he was quite still after the first few minutes. After he remembered that this was not high school, and he was not Karofsky's plaything.

"Why-why did you stop?"

He knew Karofsky could still decide to hurt him, but Kurt could not just let himself be used again.

"I won't tell anyone, but I'm not your play toy. Not anymore." Kurt was surprised at the confidence in his own voice. Karofsky looked at him for a second, and his eyes got cold.

"You are so damn lucky Hummel." Karofsky let Kurt go, and went out the door in a hurry. Kurt fell to the floor, relieved. It took him a few minutes before he could get his body to work and hold up his weight, but while he waited for himself to calm down, he thought of all the things that had happened in the building that he was in and decided he was proud of himself for not letting Karofsky use him this time. He got up and drove home; taking the long way so that he seemed okay by the time he got to his parents' house. When he arrived he went straight for the shower and then to bed after a quick dinner, saying he was tired after the day of modeling.

Blaine had just gotten into his hotel room when his phone rang. Looking down at the caller ID, he quickly answered.

"Tal!"

"Blaine! How was the photo shoot?" Tal asked nervously, knowing how he felt about this Hummel character.

"It went, surprisingly well."

"Really? Well then we'll have to celebrate when you get home."

"I don't think we have to celebrate this Tal, it was just nice not being agitated all day."

"That is something to be celebrating! Come on Blaine, you love our celebrations." Tal spoke the last seductively. Blaine almost whined in response.

Clearing his throat, Blaine quickly changed the subject before things on his end got out of hand.

"Um, how was your day?"

"It was alright, but it would've been better if you were beside me, as it is a Saturday, and I have Saturdays off…" Tal continued to use the voice that he had found turns Blaine on. He quite enjoyed hearing Blaine whine and moan at the thought of him, only a phone away. He had begun to master the art of Blaine-ology. He enjoyed figuring out how Blaine would react to anything he did. Sure enough, Blaine did whine, loud enough for Tal to hear over the phone. He chuckled.

"You are such a tease!" Blaine pouted. "Why must you tease me when you are so far away?"

"Hey, it was you chose a job that travels. I get to stay behind my nice comfy desk for the next week."

"Why only the next week? Are they moving you?"

"Actually, I'm getting a promotion. I only found out today."

"WHAT? That's fantastic! I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks. I just can't wait because it means that I can work from home, which also means I can spend more time with my favorite guy."

"Oh, really? Who's that?" Blaine asked suggestively.

"Max." Tal suppressed a laugh, naming their cat. It was funny as Max seemed to be gay as well. Upon hearing this news, Blaine pouted audibly. "Kidding! It's you silly!"

Blaine gave a sigh of fake relief. "I'm so glad, you had me worried!"

"I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"You better."

"Don't worry, I will. But I've got to go now, love."

"Okay. Call you tomorrow?"

"Of course. I can't wait." With that the two hung up at the same time, and Blaine went to bed after ordering room service.


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