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works/528255.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Kurt_Hummel/David_Karofsky, Noah_Puckerman/Original_Female_Character(s),
      Santana_Lopez/Brittany_S._Pierce, Finn_Hudson/Kurt_Hummel, Finn_Hudson/
      David_Karofsky
  Additional Tags:
      Original_Character(s), POV_Original_Character, Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-03 Chapters: 1/10 Words: 884
****** A differnent type of family ******
by theladyinred
When I was 7 my life sucked because I had a brother that was 9, 9 was bigger
then 7. My brothers name was David but if you looked at us you wouldn’t know we
were related. I was black and he was white. We had different last names, mine
was Adriane because that was my mom’s last name and David took our dad’s last
name. David was big and mean and frankly dumb as shit. We were always in the
same grade though. He hated it. The first time I was promoted up two grades;
him and his friends took my pink Barbie bag (mom had bought it special because
I did so well in school) and dumped it on the playground. They all took turns
stomping on my stuff until everything was ground into the tar blacktop and then
they tore the bag apart. I cried. David smiled while looked at me and said.
“Fat freak.”
Then they laughed and walked away to get on the bus. David rode the bus and I
rode a car home. I didn’t move from that spot though. Mom found me there,
crying on the playground with all my stuff now a fine powder on the ground and
pink Barbie backpack torn to shreds. She picked me up and carried me to the car
and told me everything was gonna be okay. Mom called Paul (my dad) and they
talked about what David did. I don’t know what they said but it made mom real
mad. She stomped her foot and bit her nails until Stevie (mom’s boyfriend who
always smelled like laundry soap) came in and rubbed her shoulders for her. He
did that when she was really upset. Sometimes when I got B’s on test I tried
really hard on he rubbed my shoulders too. It felt nice.
I fell asleep on the couch before mom stopped talking on the phone but when I
woke up Stevie made me pancakes with strawberries and let me drink coffee with
whipped cream. (I was only allowed to have that on special occasions) Mom and
Stevie said we were going to move to Colorado were they had a special school
for smart girls and Stevie’s family lived there. Grandnanny. (that’s what I
called Stevie’s mom. She was nice and said I was her grandbaby no matter what.)
Stevie asked me how that made me feel because he was a therapist and he liked
asking questions like that. I was really happy. Stevie asked if I wanted to say
good-bye to Paul and David, Mom made a face like she does when scooter our
rabbit poops on the floor but she didn’t say anything. I said no. I didn’t even
miss David because he was 9 and that was much bigger the my 7 and when your
bigger your meanier.
I did call Paul before I left, he didn’t say much except some stuff I didn’t
understand about Stevie. Paul hated Him. Steve said Paul was afraid of his
feelings.
I made a few corrections
That was the last time I saw Paul and David for a long time. I wrote Paul
letters and I never asked about David and Paul never mentioned him. Time passed
and I made friends at my school, The Greenwich Academy for the Talented and
Gifted. Mom and Stevie got married but they never had anymore kids and when I
turned 10 I stared calling Stevie dad. He cried. I stopped calling Paul when I
was 10 ½.
When I was 16 mom picked me up from school early with two iced vente Caramel
Macchiatos with whipped crème. At first I thought someone died.
“David is having a rough time with Paul.”
“Who?” I was generally confused. Who the fuck was David and for that matter who
the fuck was Paul and why the fuck should I care?
Mom sighed. “Your brother and dad.”
It was the first time I had thought about them since in almost 6 years. Mom
told me that David had called mom hoping Stevie could help him with some stuff
that Paul was unable and unwilling to. Mom and Stevie said they wanted me to go
to Lima and live with Paul for the year to give David a support. I thought of
my Barbie backpack. I said no.
48 hours and one large bribe later I was in Lima Ohio inside the William
McKinley High school cafeteria with a schedule and an updated picture of David
(courtesy of some late night facebook stalking).
It was really simple to find David once I knew all the seniors had the same
lunch, I just had to look for the table with all the jocks and sluts (also know
as cheerleaders to some).
I hadn’t really rehearsed what I was going to say to him once I saw him, mostly
because this still mostly felt like a dream (a bad one) that I was going to
wake up from. Now though he sat in front of me and I was frozen. Fortunately he
chose that exact moment to turn around.
He saw me. He knew who I was.
“Ashley?”
I suddenly was 7 and angry and I heard “Fat freak” like a mantra. So….
 
I punched that bastard in the nose.
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