walk tall & carry a big stick

“Ah the beauty of outing yourself on social media. Always a fun step. I was in New York for some time. Just wasn’t for me. I’ve gone a few different places, lived with some of my friends. Naturally each one was a pretty big disaster. Now I get to come back to my roots and check out the fresh meat at Mckinley.”

                  “So…you and Blaine, huh?”

❝ I’d invite to come have a look but    – I think you might faint. You can    come see my lab, though. ❞

“You know me WELL, David.” He taunted, before frowning “RIGHT.” He had heard rumors, but he’d thought Dave’d just transferred somewhere. He pinched his nose before smiling at the next question. “Well,ASIDE from being a perfect human being, I’ve been attending Law School.” He shrugged. “I think  It was to be expected. Devil’s advocate and all that.” He nod- -ded towards a table. ─── “Wanna sit??”

“It is?  Thank God.  I’d hate to think you’re sitting drinking that and holding back mentally cringing because I’m the one who picked it and you don’t want to offend my taste in all things that are excellent coffee.  You can’t go wrong with chocolate,” Kurt laughed above the rim of his cup before tossing Dave a playful smirk.  “Cuts out that dirt taste of straight coffee.  I have no idea how Blaine drinks the stuff but he swears it’s good. I don’t see it..”

Arching a brow and pressing his lips together as Dave mentioned escaping to Ohio State, Kurt swung his crossed ankles back underneath his seat.  “Oh?!  From sports recruiter to physical therapy?  I can see how you’d be great at that. You’re really going to do it then?  Get out of here?  Feels good making that decision..doesn’t it?”

“Me,” he asked with a gulp of air and way too quick to agree nod, “Yeah! New York is the only place I wanna be.”  Blue green eyes blinked owlishly as he mulled over the reality that the end of the year was fast approaching and his choice was becoming reality. “I just..,” his nose crinkled as he cringed at what he was about to admit, “It’s exciting and petrifying.  I want to be there..  I need to be there.  But the thought of actually doing it and leaving someone behind?  I know it’ll be okay but doesn’t stop the knots in my stomach when I think about it too hard..”

Dave gave a quiet laugh.  ❝Nah,  if it was shit I woulda mentioned   it,  but it’s good.  It’s almost like a hot chocolate. I can’t even taste   the coffee.  Which I don’t mind it too much,  but I at least gotta   have sugar or somethin’.  Can’t drink it straight.  Blaine’s crazy.❞

He took a deep breath and nodded.  It was nice to make a decision, but that didn’t make it any less scary.  He really hoped the little bit of freedom would be good for him,  and he looked at it that way. ❝Well,  being outta school this year sorta made me realize that even   though I love sports,  I’d rather have it as a hobby than as my whole   life?  If that makes sense?  But I hope you’re right that I’ll be good at   Physical Therapy.   ---    As far as the more immediate future,  I am   just glad to get out.  I love my parents,  I really do,  but I’m sick of them   about as sick as I am of the rest of the bullshit here.  As scary as it   can be,  it feels great.❞

“Well well, if it isn’t my old bully whip partner, and short time skirt– David Karofsky. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you around again for a long time. How’s the OUT life treating you?”

“Because, dude–that’ll burn your skin and could burn  through the bone. I would know. I made it.” 

❝ I think everyone has that stage in their life. It’s not too bad, really. You don’t really notice how long it takes because most of the time you’re off doing something else. The job never ends, not really. ❞

❝ A fair bit different.   Processing takes the longest along with analysing.   It can take hours to analyse something but on TV   it’s done in seconds. ❞

“Excuse YOU Karofsky, my ass is always somewhere nice,  since it IS some place nice all in itself.”  Sebastian joked,  though he smiled almost right after. “How are you, big guy??  Weren’t YOU supposed to be enjoying a football scholarship  or something??” He asked, eyebrow cocked.

“Fine, then don’t. You’re the one with the D- in Algebra, not me. I’m just offering an alternative to having to take it again next year.”

❝You always see dead bodies, that’s the less fun part. But forensic sciences is great. It’s fascinating.❞