Klaine Princess Diaries interlude 6
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tigriswolf “Well, kid,” Eliot laughed as they pulled into Kurt’s driveway, “you sure impressed me tonight.”
“Thanks,” Kurt muttered. “I’m glad.” He kept staring out his window, avoiding Eliot’s gaze.
“Kid,” Eliot said. “Yeah, the both of you screwed up tonight, but so did we. And that little douche movin’ in on your boy – no one’ll blame you for kickin’ him in the jewels.”
Kurt scoffed. Not the problem, then.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Kurt,” Eliot said softly, turning off the car. “Please.” He hadn’t expected to like the kid so much. He’d just been returning a favor, wiping his debt to Joseph clean, protecting the kid ‘til Joseph found someone else just as good. But the past couple of days – just since yesterday morning, really? – had been fun. Kurt was an awesome little guy. Razor sharp wit, excellent mask, totally in love with Joseph’s boy. Eliot really did like him.
“Blaine doesn’t get it,” Kurt whispered, shifting so that he could look at Eliot. The streetlight caught his eyes and Eliot studied his face. This was the Kurt he hadn’t met yet: the sad Kurt, the quiet Kurt… the Kurt who Joseph’s boy, His Highness, met last year, according to Joseph’s reports. The Kurt who suffered some sort of trauma he only told Blaine about, and Blaine sure wasn’t telling anyone else.
A boy at McKinley, they knew, had threatened to kill Kurt – and Kurt believed him. But that same boy was atoning now. Eliot had seen him in the halls, trying to stop bullying. (He’d also seen a lingering, longing look directed Kurt’s way.)
But judging by Kurt’s expression, and how quickly he had reacted, and that boy’s gaze…
“That boy last year,” Eliot said, “he did more than threaten you.”
Joseph had his suspicions; they’d been noted in the file Eliot memorized. As far as Eliot was concerned, those suspicions had just been confirmed.
Kurt nodded and rubbed at his eyes, looking away again. “He stalked me at school,” Kurt said. “I never knew if he’d be around the next corner, or swoop out of nowhere to shove me into a locker.” He sighed, letting his head hit the headrest. “It got worse after – after he kissed me,” Kurt murmured. “That’s when things got terrifying.”
Well, now Kurt’s reaction made all kinds of sense.
“Did he do anything besides kiss you?” Eliot asked, voice carefully blank.
“He said he’d kill me if I told,” Kurt replied. “I’d already told Blaine by then. I think that’s what pushed him over – knowing someone else knew.” He sighed heavily. “The stalking got even creepier after that.” Kurt lifted his hand to rub his forehead. “For awhile, I was sure he’d do more than kiss me, if he ever got the chance.” Kurt laughed a little, totally without humor. “That’s the first time I’ve said anything to anyone, since Blaine,” he muttered.
Eliot’s fists clenched. Kurt was a good kid, and to think of some boy as big as that Karofsky hurting him – Joseph had trained Kurt a bit, and he’d had a smidge of skill before that, but nowhere near enough to matter.
“Don’t do anything to him,” Kurt ordered quietly. “He’s trying. He hasn’t spoken to me, except for Monday, since prom.”
“What happened on Monday?” Eliot asked.
The porch light went on. Mr. Hummel was waiting for them to go in. Judging by what he knew and had observed about the man, he’d be livid. Kurt tried to slip the leash and ditch protection.
“Karofsky protected us from the reporters,” Kurt said. “He’s better this year.”
And crushing hard, Eliot didn’t say, as he unlocked the doors and waited for Kurt in front of the car. “Do you trust him?” he asked as they walked up to the porch.
“No,” Kurt whispered as Mr. Hummel opened the door.
Mr. Hummel backed up, giving them room to step in. He glared at Eliot and demanded, “You let ‘em do this?”
“Yes, sir,” Eliot said, standing at parade rest. “We had a chance to stop them and chose not to.”
Mr. Hummel snorted and turned his formidable glare on his son. “What were you thinkin’, Kurt?” he pulled off his ballcap, twisting it around in his hands. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you?”
“Dad,” Kurt said, “It’s not –”
“Don’t you dare try to downplay this, Kurt!” Mr. Hummel shouted. “You don’t sneak out, you don’t shake your bodyguard – goddamnit, Kurt, you have a bodyguard for a reason.” He slumped down. “Kurt, you don’t get it.”
“I’m sorry,” Kurt whispered, sounding small and sad and like he was about to cry. “I didn’t think – we were tired of being shadowed and it was fun, Dad, it was, until that – that –” Kurt took a deep breath.
“What happened?” Mr. Hummel asked, jamming his hat back on his head. “All Joseph said was that there’d been an altercation after you boys snuck out.”
Kurt hung his head, sighing. “Sebastian, one of the Warblers, called the media, then kissed Blaine for the cameras. So I kicked him in the balls.”
Mr. Hummel stared at him. “You did what?”
Eliot decided to let them talk alone. “Sir, Kurt,” he said, “I’ll go check in with Smith and let him take over for the night.” He nodded to them both. “I’ll see you in the mornin’.”
“Night,” Mr. Hummel said.
Kurt smiled at him. “Thank you, Eliot,” he said. “And what we talked about –”
“I’m gonna tell Joseph and the queen.” When the kid sagged down dejectedly, Eliot patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry,” he muttered, and then headed for the room where he and Smith were set up.
“Joseph,” he said after clicking on his radio. “I have information regarding Kurt’s interactions with Karofsky from last year.”
“Speak,” Joseph ordered, so Eliot did, as succinctly as possible. “Get some sleep,” Joseph commanded when he was done. “Good work tonight, Spencer.”
Eliot didn’t think so. He and Joseph had both dropped the ball, and as glad as Eliot was Kurt could handle teenaged douchebags, Eliot knew that he clearly had to step it up a notch.
Also, as soon as the dance/dinner/party thing died down, he’d be teaching the kid a few new moves, dirty tricks he was pretty sure even Joseph didn’t know.
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“Thanks,” Kurt muttered. “I’m glad.” He kept staring out his window, avoiding Eliot’s gaze.
“Kid,” Eliot said. “Yeah, the both of you screwed up tonight, but so did we. And that little douche movin’ in on your boy – no one’ll blame you for kickin’ him in the jewels.”
Kurt scoffed. Not the problem, then.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Kurt,” Eliot said softly, turning off the car. “Please.” He hadn’t expected to like the kid so much. He’d just been returning a favor, wiping his debt to Joseph clean, protecting the kid ‘til Joseph found someone else just as good. But the past couple of days – just since yesterday morning, really? – had been fun. Kurt was an awesome little guy. Razor sharp wit, excellent mask, totally in love with Joseph’s boy. Eliot really did like him.
“Blaine doesn’t get it,” Kurt whispered, shifting so that he could look at Eliot. The streetlight caught his eyes and Eliot studied his face. This was the Kurt he hadn’t met yet: the sad Kurt, the quiet Kurt… the Kurt who Joseph’s boy, His Highness, met last year, according to Joseph’s reports. The Kurt who suffered some sort of trauma he only told Blaine about, and Blaine sure wasn’t telling anyone else.
A boy at McKinley, they knew, had threatened to kill Kurt – and Kurt believed him. But that same boy was atoning now. Eliot had seen him in the halls, trying to stop bullying. (He’d also seen a lingering, longing look directed Kurt’s way.)
But judging by Kurt’s expression, and how quickly he had reacted, and that boy’s gaze…
“That boy last year,” Eliot said, “he did more than threaten you.”
Joseph had his suspicions; they’d been noted in the file Eliot memorized. As far as Eliot was concerned, those suspicions had just been confirmed.
Kurt nodded and rubbed at his eyes, looking away again. “He stalked me at school,” Kurt said. “I never knew if he’d be around the next corner, or swoop out of nowhere to shove me into a locker.” He sighed, letting his head hit the headrest. “It got worse after – after he kissed me,” Kurt murmured. “That’s when things got terrifying.”
Well, now Kurt’s reaction made all kinds of sense.
“Did he do anything besides kiss you?” Eliot asked, voice carefully blank.
“He said he’d kill me if I told,” Kurt replied. “I’d already told Blaine by then. I think that’s what pushed him over – knowing someone else knew.” He sighed heavily. “The stalking got even creepier after that.” Kurt lifted his hand to rub his forehead. “For awhile, I was sure he’d do more than kiss me, if he ever got the chance.” Kurt laughed a little, totally without humor. “That’s the first time I’ve said anything to anyone, since Blaine,” he muttered.
Eliot’s fists clenched. Kurt was a good kid, and to think of some boy as big as that Karofsky hurting him – Joseph had trained Kurt a bit, and he’d had a smidge of skill before that, but nowhere near enough to matter.
“Don’t do anything to him,” Kurt ordered quietly. “He’s trying. He hasn’t spoken to me, except for Monday, since prom.”
“What happened on Monday?” Eliot asked.
The porch light went on. Mr. Hummel was waiting for them to go in. Judging by what he knew and had observed about the man, he’d be livid. Kurt tried to slip the leash and ditch protection.
“Karofsky protected us from the reporters,” Kurt said. “He’s better this year.”
And crushing hard, Eliot didn’t say, as he unlocked the doors and waited for Kurt in front of the car. “Do you trust him?” he asked as they walked up to the porch.
“No,” Kurt whispered as Mr. Hummel opened the door.
Mr. Hummel backed up, giving them room to step in. He glared at Eliot and demanded, “You let ‘em do this?”
“Yes, sir,” Eliot said, standing at parade rest. “We had a chance to stop them and chose not to.”
Mr. Hummel snorted and turned his formidable glare on his son. “What were you thinkin’, Kurt?” he pulled off his ballcap, twisting it around in his hands. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you?”
“Dad,” Kurt said, “It’s not –”
“Don’t you dare try to downplay this, Kurt!” Mr. Hummel shouted. “You don’t sneak out, you don’t shake your bodyguard – goddamnit, Kurt, you have a bodyguard for a reason.” He slumped down. “Kurt, you don’t get it.”
“I’m sorry,” Kurt whispered, sounding small and sad and like he was about to cry. “I didn’t think – we were tired of being shadowed and it was fun, Dad, it was, until that – that –” Kurt took a deep breath.
“What happened?” Mr. Hummel asked, jamming his hat back on his head. “All Joseph said was that there’d been an altercation after you boys snuck out.”
Kurt hung his head, sighing. “Sebastian, one of the Warblers, called the media, then kissed Blaine for the cameras. So I kicked him in the balls.”
Mr. Hummel stared at him. “You did what?”
Eliot decided to let them talk alone. “Sir, Kurt,” he said, “I’ll go check in with Smith and let him take over for the night.” He nodded to them both. “I’ll see you in the mornin’.”
“Night,” Mr. Hummel said.
Kurt smiled at him. “Thank you, Eliot,” he said. “And what we talked about –”
“I’m gonna tell Joseph and the queen.” When the kid sagged down dejectedly, Eliot patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry,” he muttered, and then headed for the room where he and Smith were set up.
“Joseph,” he said after clicking on his radio. “I have information regarding Kurt’s interactions with Karofsky from last year.”
“Speak,” Joseph ordered, so Eliot did, as succinctly as possible. “Get some sleep,” Joseph commanded when he was done. “Good work tonight, Spencer.”
Eliot didn’t think so. He and Joseph had both dropped the ball, and as glad as Eliot was Kurt could handle teenaged douchebags, Eliot knew that he clearly had to step it up a notch.
Also, as soon as the dance/dinner/party thing died down, he’d be teaching the kid a few new moves, dirty tricks he was pretty sure even Joseph didn’t know.
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Date: 2012-07-22 04:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-07-23 02:44 am (UTC)Eliot is a basically decent guy who made some very bad life choices, but he finally found his way out. (There is a backstory involving him and Joseph I never wrote down, that diverges from Leverage's canon pre-show. But he&Joseph met during one of Eliot's jobs, and when Joseph saw a chance to scoop him up and give him a way to atone, he snatched it.)
I like Karofsky. A lot, actually. But I can't really ever see him and Kurt getting together, though I do read it, sometimes. And I always write him as having an unrequited crush on Kurt (well, except for a drabble, that one time...).
And, yeah, I really think Burt should know. That all of them should know, actually. Because it would help everyone realize why Kurt had to leave, and why it was such a big deal that he came back.
(Which, personally, I don't think he should've done. But whatever.)