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You know I love to come up with different story ideas. And this one wouldn't leave me! So I have to share it with you! LOL!

In this story we see David Karofsky as a grandfather. But his grandson goes through a crisis and we see our big hero go through hell! Now, this is a war story. If that bothers, you've been warned.

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The Orange Relationship

Chapter 1

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"Hey Karofsky!"

He set the pig clamp down on the ground and groaned from the pain in his lower back.

"What?!"

"Isn't that your boy?"

That was a phrase David Karofsky hadn't heard in a long time. A long time indeed. It couldn't have made sense. And yet, as he lifted his sixty-two year old eyes towards the road, he could've sworn he saw something familiar. Or someone. And yet, as he squinted into the mid-morning sunshine, he saw a familiar sight – a boy, an ANGRY boy was marching down the road.

That wasn't uncommon.

"Yeah? What of it?" Dave snarled. "So, it's my grandson. Big deal."

"Looks pissed."

Dave stopped. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wasn't sure if he should finish getting the pigs out of the barn, work on the damn clutch on the truck, or check on his grandson. Seems like the answer had been taken away from him. Right at that moment, he heard his grandson's voice.

"GRANDPA!"

The others started laughing a little and left. Of course, the elder Karofsky didn't appreciate that very much, but it was a form of respect. So, he took it.

Meanwhile, the kid, who couldn't have been much older than eighteen now, was marching up to him. He looked incredibly upset.

And furious.

And an angry Karofsky boy is a bad thing. Dave blinked the memories of his past away as he watched his grandson, David Jr., walk up to him.

"I need to talk to you." David Jr. said as he approached.

"I've got work to do."

"Well…do you need any help?"

Dave looked at him. He saw the exasperated look on his face, the pained expression in those eyes, the mouth that desperately wanted to form the words that caused him so, so much grief. And yet, they didn't. So, the elder Karofsky knew he wasn't getting off the hook.

"Suit yourself, boy. Get that compost."

Dave Jr. reached down and grabbed a bucket and followed the older, hobbling grandfather out onto the barnyard. The other farmhands had disappeared and there was a sneaking suspicion that both were grateful for this. Meanwhile, Dave Jr. was almost in tears. For something to really get to him this badly, it had to be something bad. Really bad. Dave Sr. braced for the worst.

"What's wrong?"

The grandson plopped on the porch. Soon, the grandpa joined him and sat down with a loud grunt. He stopped counting the areas on his body that hurt and turned to face the kid.

"Something happened."

"Well, I gathered that kid, but you're gonna have to…" And when Dave Sr. looked at him, he realized he'd need to take a different tactic. He reached for his shoe and began poking at the accumulated dirt on the heel. "Does your mom know you're here?"

"Don't know. Don't care." Dave Sr. looked at him. "Yeah, probably." Grandpa remained silent. "I told her something that was very hard to do. And now she hates me."

"I doubt that very-"

"I'm gay and I have a boyfriend."

And there it was. No hesitation, no softening the blow, no anything. Dave Sr. looked over at him with that typical Grandpa critical eye but said nothing.

"And now," Dave Jr. added, "you probably hate me too."

"Not at all."

"You don't?"

"Nope." He answered, lifting his other foot across his knee to work on that shoe. "Why didn't you do it sooner?"

"Wasn't ready." And then, Dave Jr. noticed something. "You're not really grossed out of anything like I thought you would be."

Immediately, Grandpa looked away. He could see well enough into the barnyard that some of the guys were doing menial tasks. And since they seemed to be giving the two Karofskys some space, which was appreciated. Maybe he even saw things out in the field beyond that didn't make sense.

"Hand me that water, boy."

Dave Jr. silently grabbed it and handed it over. And as he drank, the grandson looked over at the scars on his grandfather's arms, the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, and even some kind of military tattoo on his forearm. He'd wondered why his grandfather seemed to like him so much and let him speak. Then again, many veterans have seen it all and don't want to waste any time in life.

Finally, the elder Karofsky lowered the bottle, panting a little. After a quick wipe of his brow, he shifted a little in his seat, groaning some in pain.

"It sucks getting old, kid."

Despite the crude joke, Dave Jr. chuckled a little. "Looks like it." And as he kept looking at him, Dave Sr. knew what he had to say.

"You want a beer?"

"Grandpa! I can't!"

"Oh. That's right. Well, then, get comfortable. I'm going to tell you something and you're gonna listen. And that's all there is to it, right boy?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"OK." And David Alan Karofsky leaned on his left elbow, closer to his grandson. "This will be hard for me to tell, but something tells me you need to hear it."

And as they settled further into the front porch of the gaudy farmhouse, the grandson got a good education in just how cruel life and war can be.

"I don't think I ever told you the story of when I fell in love in Nam, did I?" Dave Jr. shook his head. "Oh good. Then this will REALLY be something you can probably relate to." And then, he rubbed a scar on his face that ran from his temple, across his cheek, and even on his lips. He stopped suddenly, leaned in conspiratorially and said, "His name was Kurt Hummel."

Dave Jr. didn't even try to stop his mouth opening.

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AN: So, do you guys want me to continue this? Do ypu want to read more? I'm not sure. If I get a good response I might continue? Maybe? :)

If you have questions let me know. I'll try my best to answer what I can. I hope you guys love it! :) If you like it, I'll TRY to update as much as I can. :)

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