Bang, bang, he shot me down

[showbizpanache]

CHARACTERS: Kurt Hummel and John Connor
LOCATION: Oxygen Garden
WARNINGS: Baby-faced kid learning to fire a murder weapon. Yup.
SUMMARY: John teaches Kurt how to defend himself.



[He isn't so sure about this. Guns seem so simple on television, in movies--but in real life? They're terrifying, foreign, those things you heard about in the news but would never actually hold in real life, of course not-- But then again, Kurt never expected to be involved in any of this, not in a million years.

Finn or Puck would probably think this was so cool, he thinks ironically, and smiles for just a moment until he enters the Oxygen Garden. Then he just feels terribly nervous--frightened more like--and tries to keep it hidden as he waits for John to arrive.]

Comments

[showbizpanache]

I do, though. I need to know these things if I'm ever going to actually fire one.

[He chews on his lip a little, wringing his hands.]

Do you happen to know where I can get one? If I can't arm myself, then this is all for naught.

[theyalldieforme]

I'll ask around. If we can find you one, then I can probably find ammo.

[He shrugs. He was going to say that most people who ask that question really want to know what it feels like to kill someone, but John doesn't mind not saying it.]

You want to learn to protect your boyfriend, don't you?

[showbizpanache]

[He turns red.]

Um, y-yes. Yes. I do.

And myself as well, I suppose.

[theyalldieforme]

It wouldn't hurt you to learn how to throw a punch, if you don't know how.

[showbizpanache]

I--suppose. [He turns redder. That would be the logical starting point, wouldn't it? Rather than jumping straight into shooting a gun.]

That would make sense. I'm just--you know. I'm not very strong. Blaine is a boxer; he's better at that than I am.

[theyalldieforme]

[John shrugs]

My mom weighs about 110 pounds and she can break a man's face with her elbows. It's about how you use your weight, not how much muscle you have.

[He considers it]

I could show you that, too.

[showbizpanache]

[He blinks.]

Um, sure. I don't want to hit you, though. And, ah, vice versa.

[theyalldieforme]

[A shrug]

That's up to you.

[showbizpanache]

Okay. You can show me.