The Reason

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

A/N: This is just a one shot, that got stuck in my head. It's dedicated to my sis Kat, who got this song stuck in my head. Hope you enjoy. I am more than halfway done with the last chapter of Fubar, and will post it and the epilogue hopefully within the next day. The song Is called The Reason, by Hoobastank, and will be in bold and italics.


It was Friday, they would all know by Monday. His father wasn't exactly the biggest guy in the world, Dave had gotten most of his height from his mothers side, but his dad has a big booming voice. Dave was partly in shock, and part of him felt free. He just had one thing left to do, then he could be done, and he would be truly free.


Beep, Beep Beep, his hand lashes out sending the alarm clock across the room. UGH he thought he had turned off the alarm last night. The week had been grueling at Dalton, Mid terms were nothing mild at the prestigious school. Letting out a sigh of relief that he was done for now, he gets up and follows the smell of coffee. The pot was an automatic, and it seems he's the only one up at this un godly hour of 6 am on a Saturday. He walks to the front door, as he bends down to grab the morning paper, he sees something taped to the front door. His breath catches in his throat, and he feels sick to his stomach, he knows who left it here, by the one word scrawled on the front. FANCY.

DK Friday Evening

He sits on his bed, and stares around the only bedroom, he has ever known. This house his home, and marveled how in just the space of a few hours that feeling of belonging at least one place in this world could be wiped away. The posters on his wall, that were at least four years old. The peeling green wall paper, pulling up at one corner. The floor board by his bed that creaks, as he steps on it every night before climbing into his bed. Ah his bed, he would miss it the most. The place where he allowed himself to dream, of a fashionista. The place where he cried after the kiss, when the waves of shame, and rejection washed over him. He pretended to be dumb. He should have tried out for the theater department. He was one hell of an actor, fooling everybody but himself. He knew the rejection was not only because, He wasn't his type, but that Dave had taken all his own hurt and shame out on the one he had wanted. Even if he had looked like Hudson, Kurt wouldn't have wanted an ass like him. That boat had sailed, and he had fucked up so bad that Kurt would never forgive him. He still owed him an apology. He owed so many people apologies.

He could still hear his mom, softly crying downstairs. She blamed herself, told him not to worry. She would talk to his dad, work it out. She still loved him. To just stay in his room, that she was so sorry about invading his privacy, that she should have made him do his own spring cleaning. That his dad was just in shock. That he would come to his senses. That she should have known better, than go through a teenage boys closet.

He laughed a little out loud, a sad self depreciating sound escaping his lips. The closet, where Dave and all his secrets came spilling out of.


Curiosity, got the better of him, as his hand reaches out and pulls the brown envelope down. His coffee forgotten on the table, he goes back to his room. He doesn't want to really hide, from anyone, but he also doesn't want to upset his dad. As he sits on his bed, he hesitantly opens the envelope, almost expecting something to jump out at him. All the package contains is a disk, and a piece of paper. Slowly opening the latter, he felt his eyes water at the two words inside, they were something he thought he would never get.

I'm Sorry.

DK Friday Afternoon

Friday, the best day of the week. The end to another hell week at school. Another week of fake smiles, fake conversations. How sad that he had made it through all these years of school, and had countless friends, and buddies and not a single one knew who Dave Karofsky was. Most of the time he just did his best to keep busy, not let himself think about how lonely he really was. Not even his family knew him. Until now.

He enters his room to find his mother in full cleaning mode. She was has on a dust mask, and gloves, he would have laughed if not for the expression of shock she wore, as she turns to face him.

Mrs K, shaking she ask, " Dave,...please... What is this?"

His stomach dropping, as he views what his mom is holding, his mouth dry and he can't think up a lie this time. Just then his dad walks in, and Dave wants to run away.

Paul K, he was going to ask what was for dinner, when he saw the shocked look on his wife's face, and Dave's evident shame. " What's going on?" silence, " Dave you haven't been in trouble at school again have you?" silence his only answer, Then he sees what his wife is holding, a shoe box open. He steps forward and looks inside.


He feels silly for tearing up over the note. Even if it didn't make things right, it was still needed. Then he remembers the disk, and slips it into his laptop. Then he allows himself to let the tears fall as he watches the boy on the screen.

The disk

DK, " Well hopefully you are watching this and you didn't throw it in the trash. I would understand if you did." sighing. "Well I should start off by saying I'm sorry again, I know the words are inadequate, and yes Fancy, I know some big words." small smile.

" Hopefully I wont make your ears bleed, but Mr Shue, said I have some talent. Hopefully he was being honest." then he bends down and picks up a guitar, " Well anyway here it goes."

He starts of strumming, and Kurt is honestly in shock as Dave's rich, smooth voice flows out of his little speakers.

I'm not a perfect person

there's many things I wish I didn't do

But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you

and so I have to say before I go

that I just want you to know.

DK Friday afternoon

He feels his lunch, hovering at the back of his throat, as he watches his father move forward and grab the box. He can see the truth dawning on his dads face. Yeah he got the brains from that side.

I've found a reason for me

to change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

and the reason is you.

I'm sorry that I hurt you

It's something I must live with everyday

And all the pain I put you through

I wish that I could take it all away

And be the one who catches all your tears

That's what I need you to hear.

The first thing his father throws in his face, is his one and only pilfered picture of Kurt. He had stolen it out of a scrapbook, Mercedes left behind in a shared class. The second was the wedding topper. It shatters as it crashes to the floor. Regret, comes over him, he had hoped to return that one day with an apology. The third is a pile of letters, love letters, he had written to fancy. The bottom of the box contained information, he had found on the Internet. Trevor Project and info, on how to come to terms with being gay.


His arms wrapped around himself, still staring at the now blank screen. The song and message on repeat in his mind. He tries to get a grip on his emotions and find out how this makes him really feel.

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

And the reason is you

And the reason is you

And the reason is you

DK Friday afternoon

Paul K, quiet turns to Dave, " Get out."

DK, ""

Paul K, " You heard me, I want you out of my house."

Mrs K, " Wait, you can't do that, Paul he's our son."

Paul K, " I meant what I said, I don't want that in my house." Pointing at Dave.

DK, scared " Dad please don't do this."

Paul walks past his son, back facing the room as he stands in the doorway," You have till I get back to be gone." with that he leaves the home.

Dave just stares at his mom as she begins to cry. Watching her tears flow, his fear as usual turns to anger, and he chases after his father. He catches up to him as he is about to get into his car.

DK, " What the hell, how dare you pass judgement on me, for something I can't help."

Paul, now screaming, " Don't give my that bull shit, that you were born this way."

DK, screaming back, " Actually I was, you small minded asshole."

Paul, yelling " Don't talk to me that way, and no you weren't it's a fucking choice, and you chose wrong."

Dave could see his neighbors filing out of their houses, shit, he had more than a couple of classmates on his street. Quieter this time, " Please dad, don't do this."

Paul still yelling," You made your choice, and I've made mine, I will not have some queer for a son. Don't be here when I get back." with that he drives off. Dave watches as his neighbors with surprised faces, hurry back inside. Sure they are going straight to their phones, good old small town life, thriving on the latest gossip.

DK Late Friday Evening

I'm not a perfect person

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me

to change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

And the reason is you

I've found a reason to show

A side of me you didn't know

A reason for all that I do

And the reason is you.

DK, looking into his laptop camera, " When you get this I'll be long gone Fancy, and no I don't mean I'm going to harm myself." sigh. " I wanted to say thanks for keeping my secret, but when I came back to school, you were gone. I wanted to then, but I didn't. I didn't think I could feel lower than knowing I had driven you away. I have you and your dad to thank for that. To see him and the way he cares for you, gave me hope. That someday I would be okay. Anyway, I told myself, that I would figure this stuff out." he pauses looking down at the floor. " I'm not sorry about the kiss though. That was the first time I was honest with myself." He looks back into the camera, " You can come back to school, I wont be there, actually I don't know where I'll be. My dad found out and well lets just say he's the opposite of your dad, told me to be out by time he gets home. And no I don't want your pity, I don't deserve it. I just wanted to give you this apology because you do deserve it. I guess that's all I got to say."

He stops the recording, ejects the disk out and bundles it up. He grabs his bag off his bed and quietly goes down the stairs. He wants to tell his mother goodbye, but he doesn't want another scene. He'll write her when he gets where ever he's going. He has 500 bucks he had been saving for a new gaming system and a full tank of gas. He'll be okay. He repeats this to himself as he passes the welcome to Ohio sign as he crosses over into Indiana.


He's not sure how long he has been sitting and staring at the blank screen. He can hear the rest of his family moving around, and smell breakfast cooking. As he walks downstairs, Carole comes into view.

Carole, " Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt realizes although he feels a sadness somewhere deep in his chest, he's really okay, " I'm good." He's free.

A/N : Hope you all liked it.