I know its been an age and you've probably given up on me. I apologise, I am notoriously lazy. That being said, I've spent the majority of my time seriously reconsidering where this story is going and how it's going to get there, so I feel I have a solid outline now. This chapter is very very short, and was written shortly after the third chapter. It was to be longer, but writer's block and a dissatisfaction with my writing put a damper on it's progress. I'm not overly happy with this chapter, but I've decided to post it regardless, just so you know I'm still alive, and to apologise for my slackness. Next chapter, while I can't guarantee a week until posted, will move in a more fluid direction. The story, from chapter five on, will also go at a much faster pace. Consider this chapter the interim.
Chapter Four
The car ride to the hospital was more than awkward. Despite staring at his feet the entire journey, Dave couldn't help notice the tight grip Hummel had on the steering wheel. It made him nervous.
"Watch it, will you?" Dave hissed, as Hummel slammed the breaks to avoid running a red light. In an almost morbidly slow fashion, Hummel faced Dave. His eyes were narrowed, his cheeks flushed, his head cocked primly to one side.
"Excuse me?" Hummel shrieked.
Despite trying his best to remain coolly indifferent, Dave couldn't help the slight smirk that settled at the sight of the flustered boy. In years to come, he'd realise his current behaviour was highly masochistic, but for now he'd settle for a pissed off Fairy if only to wonder just how far down the flushed skin went.
"You heard me, you drive like my Grandma Beatrice," Dave taunted. Hummel sped at the first sign of green. "Nah I was wrong, she's much better than you. Must be the Fag in you."
Suddenly, Hummel pulled over to the side of the road and switched off the ignition. When he began to speak in a surprisingly calm manner, Dave knew he was screwed.
"Oh now this is embarrassing. Here I am, the Queen of all fags this side of Ohio and I've forgotten the Golden Rule of homosexuality: my supposed lack of driving skills. Why, let me just reach behind the Rainbow Flag I hang between car seats to get 'Homosexuality for Dummies', I'm sure I read somewhere about this rule. Would you like to borrow it? Considering you're a, a, a fucking 'fag lover', you might want to brush up on your reading."
"Uhh – "
"I mean of all the completely moronic things you have said and done to me throughout my high school life, this has to take the cake. I'm driving you to the hospital, you recalcitrant ass, and you have the gall to taunt me about my driving? Did your parents drop you on your head during your formative years, or were you perhaps just born with an enlarged asshole gene?"
"Shut up, Hummel, or you'll regret it!" Now Dave was just getting pissed.
"How dare you threaten me," Kurt bellowed, and Dave was taken aback by the amount of anger radiating out of that petite body. "You, David Karofsky, are one of the lowest human beings I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You cannot go around kissing someone, only to leave threatening phone calls in the early hours of the morning – "
"How do you – "
"Caller I.D.," Hummel snapped back.
Dave rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to make eye contact with Hummel, "I didn't – It wasn't. It didn't start like. I – "
Hummel groaned in frustration before heading back on the road. Dave couldn't help feel as though he'd royally screwed up. He had this weird lump in his throat that wouldn't go away. And he was sure Hummel had something to do with it.
Thanks for all of your understanding, it's much appreciated.