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Title: Wishes Are Like Stars

Rating: T-M

Pairing: Karofsky/Kurt, brief mention of Blaine/Kurt

Chapters: 1/15

Summary: Kurt always knew that wishes were like stars, they didn't last forever. It was during spin-the-bottle when Kurt realized that he needed a newly born Wish, and then David Karofsky comes back into Kurt's life. What now?

Warnings: Slash: Male/Male Relationships, language, Sexual Content, Canon with bits of creative license mixed in for good measure. A hint of In Character as well as Out of Character shouldn't be too much. A little violence, and drama, but not so much that it's the center of the story. SPOILERS! Never Been Kissed and so-on.

Note: There won't be much homophobia in here, at least on Karofsky's part. I really have a hard time writing it because my mind doesn't work that way. There will be bits and pieces from others, but it's not going to be an all out name-calling fest with broken hearts. If their ages are wrong, I apologize. I know that they're probably Juniors at this point, but I'm going to use creative license because everything I've read so far is different. Also, this is my first Glee Fanfic, I'm just testing the characters to see how to write them. No, this is not a song fic, but I use songs as chapter names.

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1.

Fireflies

You would not believe your eyes

If ten million fireflies

Lit up the world as I fell asleep

It all ended in such a way that Kurt could not have prepared for it. He wondered at times if he was naturally looking for the impossible. He didn't know, but what he did know was that something was so wrong with him, and his convoluted sense of love and romance.

Ever since Kurt had been a little boy, he'd wanted to be someone's star. It was why he longed to be on Broadway. He needed to be loved for who he was, and not what he was. Is that an inconceivable concept? Kurt Hummel turned his gaze away as Rachel Berry leaned in to kiss a Wish that burned out like a nightlight.

The loud music, the cheering, and the obsessive noise were clashing together in a cacophony of headache inducing racket. He sat poised on a love seat in Rachel's house, and he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him?

He wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement; his head was so fogged and unorganized that one would think he'd been drinking, when he hadn't touched the stuff at all.

What kind of fool was he?

Was it so bad that all Kurt Hummel wanted was for someone to desire him, and him alone? His Wish for what he thought was growing closer was once again ripped away like everything else in his life.

He wasn't usually a young man who gave up, but Kurt was frustrated. He knew for a resounding fact that he was better in all ways than Rachel no-class Berry, but sometimes…

Sometimes, Kurt couldn't help but get a feeling inside of his stomach and a vicious voice in his head telling him that Fate did not approve of him. It wouldn't be the first time that someone or something didn't approve of who he was.

Finn came over to him, and slipped a brotherly arm around his shoulders. A year ago, Kurt would have been overjoyed, but again, Finn was another Wish that burned out quickly, and painfully.

"I'm sorry."

Kurt could hear the slight pain in Finn's voice, and was surprised that his step-brother actually understood without having to have it laid out for him with an instruction manual.

"You know Finn, Wishes are like Stars," he whispered quietly. "One by one they eventually burn out."

Finn squeezed Kurt's shoulder, and whispered into his ear. "He doesn't deserve you."

Kurt was touched at Finn's words, and it did make him feel good. "I can only hope one day, I'll meet a new Wish, one that was born for me, and only me. One that could not die out like a star after so many thousands of years."

"You will, Kurt. You have too." Finn's voice was confident, and that surprised Kurt entirely.

"Why do you say that now? A year ago, you looked at me in disgust?"

Finn bowed his head, a flicker of shame apparent on his handsome puppy-dog features. "Things change, Kurt. But, the more I get to know you, the more I realize that you're my little brother. Everything has a way of working out, one way or another. We worked out didn't we?"

Kurt smiled truly, and tilted his head. He patted his brother on the knee, and hopped up off the couch. "We did Finn. But, you want to know something? Why I liked you to begin with?"

Finn scratched his hair pitifully. "I have always wondered that."

"You were nice," Kurt confessed. "You were the only one who was nice to me."

"I threw you in the dumpster."

"But, you held my bags."

"I didn't enjoy doing that to you," Finn replied.

"I know, and that's why I liked you. I'm glad you're my brother now. I'm going to take a walk, uh, could you make sure that Blaine-" he trailed off when he heard music start up, and glanced over to see Blaine and Rachel on stage singing together.

Urgh, Kurt had to get away from this.

"I promise, safe and sound. Get out of here." Finn could see how much it was hurting Kurt.

"Thank you, Finn."

Kurt placed his drink down, and walked away from a Wish that just burned out.

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Kurt pulled up to the city park by the river, and sighed elegantly as he cut the engine. He had no real idea why he hadn't gone home; perhaps it was because his father would pick up on his awful mood. His father did not need to worry about anything at the moment. He was blissfully happy, and in love with Carole, and for once he wasn't so concerned for his gay son's wellbeing.

It needed to stay like that for a little while longer. He crossed the newly greening lawn until he found himself standing in front of a still and silent river. The lights in the distance danced across as if they were skipping to a tune that only they could hear.

He hadn't realized that tears were raining down his cheeks as he stared at the water waiting for it to include him in on their song and dance. He bowed his head, and brought his hands up to wipe the tears. So many times they'd fallen, but rarely anyone ever saw them. He had to stay strong; he couldn't let anyone or anything get to him.

The shaking increased in his shoulders as he bowed his head. There were more tears falling, and Kurt started to hiccup as he attempted to control them.

He knew he was being a broken record. Hell, Kurt lived on broken records, but he couldn't help it. His heart ached, and he wished for something - no, he wished for someone. He hated being alone, no matter what Mercedes tried to tell him, being alone was not the way to reach his dreams.

He couldn't sing with no life inside of him, and being alone drained every bit of energy he had.

He had thought that maybe when he transferred to Dalton that it would be his time to shine. However, all he got out of it was an ugly uniform, and a peppy yellow Warbler for a pet.

"Hey, buddy you alright?" A voice broke his train of thoughts.

He yelped and he jumped away in fright at the sound of a familiar, and unwelcome voice from his moment of self-loathing. When he looked up, he resisted the urge to throw himself in the river.

Of all the human beings on this earth, of all the creatures that could come at him, it simply had to be one David Karofsky.

Their eyes met, pale blue to hazel, and the two simply stared at each other for a moment. Kurt wondered if he looked like a deer caught in a set of headlights. Now, he only had to wait for the inevitable pain that would follow.

Dave was not only confused but he was shocked too. He had not expected his nightly run in the park would make him run into the literal Queen of Lima. What the hell? He'd just been thinking about how regretful he was about how he treated the tiny exuberant teen. He knew that he had a lot to own up too as a man, but he had not expected Kurt to suddenly appear in the middle of his thoughts and was he crying!

"What's wrong?" Dave asked. All memories of the hell between them had dissolved seeing tears. "Why are you crying?" he demanded, taking a step forward.

It rattled him to the core to see Kurt in tears; he'd never seen it before, not even when they bullied the hell out of him. It was as bad as seeing fear in his eyes, and Dave never wanted to remember that particular feeling. His regret sank deeper because he knew that he had been the main cause of Kurt's fears. He wondered how many times he had made the soprano cry.

Damn, that hurt to think about.

Kurt bristled, and took an instinctual step back as Dave came forward. He swiftly wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his jacket, his heart was spinning out of control with fear.

His survival instincts upon seeing Dave were to run as far away as he possibly could and never look back, but he couldn't because his body refused to make the connection to his brain.

"I'm not," Kurt heaved out in a breath, hiccupping as he did.

Dave looked down at the ground contritely, Kurt probably thought he didn't care. He rocked back on his heels as he tried to come up with words to express how sorry he was for tormenting Kurt. His mind was going in circles, and it never seemed to stop on the right thing. Dave should have ran away, but Kurt was crying, and it didn't help that the boy was scared of him. He cringed visibly as those feelings continued to bother him. Kurt must think that he was a heartless jerk.

Finally, after a minute of collecting his thoughts and feelings he glanced back up at the stiffened teen. Even in the dead of night he looked like some sort of runway model. "I'm sorry," Dave managed to get out as he swallowed the thickness in his throat. "For everything that I've done, I don't think there is anything I can do to make it up to you."

Kurt pressed his lips together in a thin line, he was such an emotional mess that he wasn't sure how to respond. He had to get it together. What was Dave sorry for? "What for?" he voiced.

"For hurting you," Dave whispered as his arms fell to his sides. "I'm sorry for calling you all those names and for bullying you - I -" he trailed off, not sure what else to say or how to say it. "Why are you crying!" he asked desperately once more. He wanted to get the pain out of his chest before it consumed him.

"Another Wish burned," Kurt answered resolutely.

Dave didn't exactly understand that, he tried, really he did. "Are you going to be alright? I don't like seeing you cry." His voice came out in a hoarsely soft way, and it surprised the smaller teen.

"I will be. I always am. I'm like a rubber ball, David. I bounce back every time," he quipped. Kurt attempted to be light about his feelings, but it came out dry and contrite.

Every time, Dave lowered his head again, ignoring the sweat rolling off his face from his run. "I envy you," he muttered without thinking.

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed at that. "Huh?" He wasn't sure if he caught that or not. Why would Dave Karofsky envy him?

"I - I envy you, Kurt," he said a little stronger. "You are strong. You defy all the odds. You have so much courage, and you're not afraid of confrontation or what others think of you."

Kurt wiped the last of his tears, and grimaced at how tight his face felt from all the tears staining. He was really going to need to add an extra moisturizer from all of this. "You say that now because we're in the cover of the dark, no one around but the river behind me."

"No, I'm serious. I can't do what you do."

"Why not?" Kurt tilted his head. "Your dad seemed like an understanding man. He seemed very well together, I was surprised David. I thought he would be a growling Neanderthal."

Dave had that one coming. "Yeah, dad's great," he confessed softly. "I've disappointed him lately."

"I'm sure you have. But, to let you know, David every good father knows," he said sharply causing Dave's head to snap up. "They don't say anything, they pretend they don't but they do. So, a good father sits back, and he waits. He waits for the day when you finally confess the truth. You get out from behind the beards, and be frank. He will reply, 'I know.' A good father will always know. It sounds harsh, but once it is over with everything else is bearable."

"I can't."

"I know," Kurt replied.

Dave closed his eyes, and huffed heavily. "I'm confused."

"I know."

Dave glared over at Kurt's repetitive response. "Is that all you have to say?"

Kurt gave him a sad smile. "It's all I can say because it's the truth. When someone pours their feelings out they don't need to hear small comforts that might not be real. They need the truth."

The jock's glare softened immensely, and another redundant sigh escaped. His head was a total mess. He didn't know what to say or how to say it. Hell, none of this had been planned. "I was running in the park, I do every night," he said conversationally. He didn't even know why he was telling Kurt this. "What are you doing here? And by yourself?"

Kurt arched an eyebrow; he didn't see a reason not to tell him. "Having a pity party for one," he confessed cautiously.

"Why? Did someone hurt you?" Dave asked with a frown.

Kurt wondered why he would even care, but instead of being a sarcastic brat, he decided to try to make leeway with Dave. Perhaps, he could be a good role model for the muscled teen.

"Unintentionally, but I'm an old fashioned boy," he shrugged, and turned around to face the sparkling river and took a seat on the grass. He didn't care that his Gucci skinny jeans would get dirty, for there was very little he cared about because he knew that the cover of night would hide anything unsavory.

"What's that mean?" Dave queried taking a seat a few feet away from the beautiful boy. He tried to ignore what his inner subconscious mind was telling him to do.

"Blaine."

Dave grimaced, he didn't like Blaine, and it wasn't because he was gay. It was because he had Kurt's affections, and as much as he could admit it in his head and heart, he simply could not say that out loud.

Dave grunted to let Kurt know that he was listening.

Kurt resisted laughing at the sound. "He kissed Rachel."

Blinking, Dave was caught completely off guard by that. "He what?" The mere thought of that sounded disgusting. Dave might not be able to admit aloud that he was gay, but to kiss Rachel of all the girls in that music club, she would be on the very bottom of his list.

"Yeah, drunk, I know. He'll probably realize soon that he was an idiot. But, I can't see myself being anyone's second, especially Rachel Berry." He shuddered visibly at this. "When he realizes his mistake, it'll be too late. It was supposed to be like Harry met Sally, but not now."

"Rachel's a bitch," Dave said strongly.

"Hm, and not even the classy straight up bitch like Santana. I like Santana; she has a jock strap, and the right stuff to fill them."

Dave barked in laughter. He had not expected that to come out of Kurt's delicate mouth. He ignored the voice in his head that was teasing him about calling Kurt's mouth delicate, and simply rolled with laughter.

Kurt tilted his head, and glanced at Dave. It was the first time he'd ever heard the guy truly laugh.

"I get what you're saying," Dave admitted. "She's a powerhouse."

"Yes," Kurt agreed smirking. He deflated a little as he turned back toward the river. "I don't want to be a second choice, simply because I'm gay doesn't mean I want to get into everyone's pants."

Dave flinched. "Sorry…"

"It wasn't a stab at you." Kurt shook his head. "It was a reminder to me of my dignity."

They sat there in the dark; silence reigning down over them. It was one of those times where neither of them had any reason to fill it, and strangely enough it was comfortable.

Kurt was trying to piece his pride and dignity back together. He was all cried out, and now it was going on with his life, and being the best that he could be.

Finally, he turned to his unexpected companion, "Thank you, David."

Dave tilted his head. "Huh?"

Kurt gave a tinkling laugh that caused Dave to shiver a little. It was such a light laugh that it moved him. "You made me feel better."

"Oh, uh, you're welcome," Dave muttered awkwardly, and Kurt laughed some more, throwing his head back as it got stronger. "Shut up!" he griped without spite, and that made Kurt's giggles go higher.

All Dave could do at that point was smile as he watched a dozen or so fireflies swirl through the night over their heads. He thought briefly that it would be a very nice place to start something new.

He turned to Kurt. "Can we start over?"

Glancing over at Dave, he saw honesty in his eyes, and a shred of hope that lingered. "Hm, one question on that." He held up his finger, and wiggled it at Dave who nodded for him to continue. "Is this real?"

Dave blinked, and then he nodded without having to think about it. "Yes, it's real."

Kurt held out his small manicured hand to Dave. "Hello, it's nice to meet you, I'm Kurt Hummel. Who are you?"

Instantly, the jock took his hand. "David Karofsky, nice to meet you Kurt." He tried not to think too hard on how Kurt's small hand fit with his larger hand.

A blossoming smile spread across the soprano's angelic features, and that was all Dave needed to see to know that he had made the right decision, and he would not fail.

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A/N: I'm aware I have comma issues, I always have. Would you believe that the day we went over commas that I was out sick? Forgive me if the grammar isn't up to par. I really tried. Also, updates are really frequent, I have Five full Chapters, and am working on the Sixth even as I type this.