Tree without blossoms - Chapter 6/20
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sunmontueTitle: Tree without blossoms
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky, mention of past Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OC and Dave/OC, Mercedes Jones/OC,
Rating: M/NC-17
Word count: ~5,500 words for this chapter
Warnings: None that I can think of as yet that aren’t already indicated by the rating. Original characters needed for a future!fic to be plausible? Is that a valid warning?
Summary: A future!fic set in 2025 where Kurt and Dave's lives intertwine again, proving just how small the world really is, and how Fate has a twisted sense of humour. AU from end of Season 2.
Disclaimer: I still do not own Glee.
Author's note: Wow – no idea where everyone came from, but thanks for all the reviews, favourites and alerts and requests for updates (on ffn). I update every Saturday without fail (unless RL involves a trip to the hospital for myself or a family member). If for some reason I know in advance that I will not be able to update, I will post early (like the 22nd October coming up). I appreciate how much faith readers put in an author by reading WIPs rather than waiting for the fic to be completed, and I will never leave a story incomplete (um, unless I die, and then it's kind of out of my hands sorry!) This story has always been M rated. Lots of M themes going on in this chapter. Just in case you needed to be "warned" again.
Huge thanks to the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
debraelqfor stepping up to be my go-to person for my questions regarding Americanisms (I had quite a few more questions but didn't get round to asking). I'm going to stick with my mainly British spelling, but have to use "mom" with American characters, otherwise it sounds wrong in my head. On the flip side I have to use arse, because I always picture a donkey when I read/write the word ass. Sorry.
CHAPTER ONE - AUGUST 2025 (part one)
CHAPTER TWO - AUGUST 2025 (part two)
CHAPTER THREE- AUGUST 2025 (part three)
CHAPTER FOUR - SEPTEMBER 2025
CHAPTER FIVE - OCTOBER 2025 (part one)
CHAPTER SIX - OCTOBER 2025 (part two)
Dave wakes first, and he isn't surprised that Kurt is still asleep. He studies him, and already he can see that the dark circles around his eyes have lessened slightly, simply from one night's sleep. He doesn't move. He doesn't want to wake Kurt, it's only just gone six, which means for Kurt it's still only three, and Dave wants him to rest as much as possible. He's feeling strangely protective.
Kurt moves in his sleep, one of his arms curling around Dave's, like he's cuddling Dave's arm to him. Dave's whole body feels warm, and he knows it is a combination between the body heat that Kurt is emitting, but also the arousal that has started a slow burn in his lower stomach. It is the most inopportune time to get an erection, but his body doesn't know that. Dave ignores the natural response, taking in deep slow breaths that smell of Kurt. He wants Kurt to sleep. He also wants more time to figure out what the hell he's going to say to him when he actually wakes up.
He feels a bit like a glutton for punishment. Having Kurt in his bed is naturally going to turn him on. He still wants to protect himself from getting hurt, but he's starting to suspect it might be too late. The fact that he's worried about Kurt should be a huge flashing warning sign, but Dave's trying to convince himself that he's concerned for Kurt as a friend. A friend he currently has in his bed making little snuffly sounds against his arm. Fuck, he is so screwed.
He forces himself to relax further, willing sleep to come so that he can wake in a few hours and either Kurt will be gone, something he's not sure how he feels about, or he can wake Kurt up and not feel guilty about stealing precious sleep he so obviously needs. He likes that he can give Kurt this, knowing that Kurt has sought him out. Him. Not Blaine or Mercedes or Rachel. Him. He feels a little drunk with knowledge that he can somehow give Kurt something his other friends can't.
He's deliberately ignoring what Kurt had said and offered last night in his obviously sleep-deprived state, he's not going to build up any expectations only to have them torn down. And he knows he's in two minds about letting anything actually happen between himself and Kurt. He's not stupid. He knows if anything does happen, it's not the start of a relationship, and that grates against his nerves. Having never 'played the field', he's not one for casual hook-ups, but his history with Kurt makes this thing anything but casual. He's so fucking confused.
When Dave wakes for the second time he feels groggy, a side effect of sleeping in for him, and the reason why he never sleeps in as a general rule. He glances over at the clock and then at Kurt, only to be met with barely opened eyes that are watching him.
"Hey," Kurt says, his voice husky with sleep, and he's rumpled and has crease marks on his cheek from the pillow. He looks fucking gorgeous. Dave doesn't say anything, just smiles softly; worried that anything he says right now will simply ruin the moment.
"What time is it?"
"Almost eight. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah," Kurt replies, suddenly embarrassed. "Thanks. I…"
Dave tries to shrug as best he can while lying down but all he succeeds in doing is jostling Kurt.
"You needed to sleep. I…don't mind."
Kurt watches him in silence for what feels like ages, but is actually less than a minute judging from the clock on the bedside table. Then Kurt is moving against him, sliding closer so that there is only a hand span between their chests.
"You're a good man David Karofsky…" Kurt says, and his eyes are dark with something. Dave's pretty sure it's desire. He swallows, suddenly nervous.
It's crunch time. It's like his sister's pick-a-path books he used to read. If you want to kiss Kurt, turn to page 76. If you want to gently suggest to Kurt that he needs to leave, turn to page 54. If you want to fuck Kurt into oblivion turn to page 138. He wants to cheat and read all the possible paths and endings, just so he knows what he should do right now.
Kurt's mouth is hot against his own, thankfully making the decision for him, and Dave groans at the sensation of warm hard flesh pushing against him. Dave's libido has a hand firmly clamped over logic's mouth, quietening the arguments that he really shouldn't be going along with this until he's figured everything out. But really, what man would turn this down?
Kurt's hands are pushing him back, forcing him to lie there and he watches as Kurt shoves the bedclothes off the bed impatiently after they tangle in his feet. He pulls his t-shirt off and Dave feels a little pang, because Kurt looked damn sexy in his t-shirt, but now they are both shirtless, and when Kurt runs hands down his chest, fingers twirling through his chest hair and tugging gently, Dave can't feel too upset.
He reaches his own hands up, running his fingers up Kurt's ribs, relishing the feel of super soft skin, and Kurt arches into the touch. Dave reaches for Kurt's hand and tugs him down for another kiss. There is no alcohol involved this time, no sleep-deprivation that either of them can blame for affecting their decision making abilities. They both want this. Knows the other wants it just as much.
Kurt is watching him, eyes roaming up and down Dave's body, and he looks hungry. Hands go to Dave's waistband and give a gentle pull and Kurt raises both eyebrows at him. Dave realises then that Kurt is driving this encounter. He's driven all of them really, but he probably didn't feel very in-control last time, so wants to be the one leading this time. Dave's fine with that. For now. He raises his hips and Kurt slips his sweatpants down, off and throws them the way of the discarded bedding.
Kurt is kneeling beside him now, still wearing his boxer-brief underwear that Dave's eyes flick to, and then back to Kurt's face. He knows Kurt caught him looking when he smiles slowly, deviously, and makes a (thankfully short) show of removing them. He's already hard, and Dave feels a distinct amount of pride knowing that he's caused that reaction.
Patience snapped Dave reaches for him and pulls Kurt down so he's half lying atop Dave, half lying on the bed. Kurt manoeuvres himself, slots one leg between Dave's, and rests himself on Dave's chest. Dave still hasn't said anything, and if he didn't know better he's pretty sure his libido has reached out and got a hand over his mouth as well, making him incapable of speech, just in case he says something stupid that will put a stop to this… this gorgeousness.
Kurt is moving slowly, hips canting forward to create a slow drive of friction between their bodies, their cocks rubbing against each other. Kurt's lips are busy, nipping and sucking down his neck and along his collar bone. His hand has snuck between their bodies to find Dave's erection, and slender soft fingers have encircled him, not firmly though, and the sensation is maddening.
"I meant what I said last night…" Kurt murmurs, his voice barely audible above their harsh breathing, and Dave is struggling to remember what his name is, let alone what Kurt said to him – oh fuck. He remembers. Oh fuck, Kurt said he wanted to suck him. Dave lets out a low whine, hips thrusting upwards in an attempt to seek more friction.
"Can I?" Kurt asks, and Dave realises that maybe he's not so hard-to-read after all, because he can hear the other silent question in Kurt's voice. Will you let me? He lets his head fall back onto the pillows, letting out a long shuddering breath.
"God yes… please," Dave moans, now that it's actually happening he couldn't turn this down if his life depended on it.
With those three words his voice has come back to him, and he's murmuring a constant stream of endearments mixed with expletives as Kurt kisses his way down his body. Kurt's tongue darts out to make a tentative swipe at his nipple and Dave squirms. 'Ticklish' he manages to get out, and catches Kurt's delighted grin. Fortunately Kurt doesn't stop to investigate the ticklish claim any further, obviously intent on the task at hand, and Dave is grateful, because he's so turned on right now and doesn't want to be distracted, if that's even possible.
Kurt has not stopped stroking his cock, the pressure increasing in infinitesimal amounts as Kurt has moved lower. The tension is becoming unbearable, and when he finally feels Kurt's hot breath on his cock he groans Kurt's name. That seems to have been all Kurt was waiting for, and suddenly there is a hot mouth surrounding his cock and Dave groans again.
Kurt obviously falls into the category of guys that love giving head, Dave decides in some small rational part of his brain that hasn't melted yet. Kurt's tongue is moving like it's a separate entity to Kurt, rolling around, twisting and twirling, almost like it's performing a dance with his cock. Kurt is kneeling between his legs and he looks amazing. He fists his hands into the sheet, not wanting to interrupt an obvious fucking master at work.
Kurt's hands are busy as well, one still around the base of his cock moving in tandem with his mouth to create the pull and slide which is pushing him rapidly to the edge. The other hand is fondling his balls, a finger occasionally brushing against his perineum with an exploratory feel, obviously trying to get a sense of whether Dave is okay with further exploration. He is. He more than is. But not today. Not now. He isn't going to last long enough. He's already denied himself release once this morning and he'd obviously lost his mind thinking he wouldn't give in to this.
He can feel his orgasm approaching, the telling tightness in his balls as they draw up despite Kurt's insistent tugging on them. The swirling heat in his stomach, the achy almost painful hardness of his cock. Dave reaches for Kurt's head, although he suspects that Kurt is a swallower, it's still polite to give some warning, and fuck he needs to give that warning right now. Kurt bats his hand away with an obvious degree of impatience which would make Dave smile at any time other than this.
"Kurt, I'm…close," Dave manages to get out, and he's thinking that it's likely a gross understatement. Kurt looks up to meet his eyes briefly, and then he removes his hand from around Dave's cock, and suddenly Dave can feel Kurt's throat around him, swallowing and he doesn't hold back. He lets himself go with an animalistic grunt and he can feel Kurt's throat swallowing around him and fuck it feels like the best thing ever.
Giving blowjobs isn't Dave's favourite activity in bed, there are other things he'd rather do to his partner, but he's never had any complaints either. He ignores the feeling of lassitude that is rolling through his body, and props himself up on an elbow, his other hand reaching for Kurt as he slowly releases Dave's spent cock from his mouth.
"My turn," Dave states, and he pulls Kurt up and kisses him until the taste of himself fades from Kurt's mouth and he can taste Kurt again. He knows he doesn't have the same level of skill as Kurt, but he doubts Kurt will care.
He's had Kurt beside him and above him, and now he wants to feel Kurt beneath him. He holds and rolls, and Kurt is grinning up at him, eyes playful. Dave can't help but grin back at him as he moves down the bed, hands trailing down Kurt's body. Kurt lets out an appreciative breathy gasp and Dave wonders which part of Kurt's body he touched to elect that response. He hopes he has time to explore later.
He licks a broad stripe up Kurt's cock, noting the trimmed pubic hair. He's pretty sure that Kurt must shave or wax, it is possible though that he's simply not got a lot of body hair. Dave would feel self-conscious about his own if Kurt hadn't been clearly appreciative of it before. He runs gentle fingers over Kurt's inner thigh, marvelling at finding even softer skin.
His fingers close around Kurt slowly, relishing the feel of satiny-soft skin. He'd not paid enough attention last time, so he's trying to memorise everything this time, just in case this never happens again. His licks slowly, memorising the slide and taste. Unlike himself Kurt is leaking pre-come, and the taste is both familiar anf foreign and entirely Kurt.
"Stop fucking about and suck me, please," Kurt says, and Dave is amused by the combined tone of command and plea there. He's not going to muck around, so he takes Kurt's cock into his mouth and sucks. He doesn't have the tongue swirling or the deep throating or any of the other fancy techniques that Kurt had used, but he has the intense drive to make Kurt feel good.
Kurt is obviously close, and it feels like barely minutes of concerted sucking and licking that Kurt is tugging on his hair. Dave doesn't let up, he doesn't mind the taste, but he'll need to concentrate on not gagging and looking like an idiot. He doesn't gag, but nor does he manage to swallow it all. However he's intensely glad of his own shortcomings when Kurt is on him instantly, licking his own come from Dave's chin and groaning, mumbling about 'your fucking stubble' in such a way that Dave's pretty sure that Kurt likes his stubble. Weird man.
Dave expects there to be awkwardness between them, now that they've both gotten off and the intense cloud of arousal has lifted. Kurt doesn't look awkward though, he's stretching and lying back down, looking extremely self-satisfied and he reaches for Dave, pulling him down beside him. Dave lets him, and Kurt is humming in contentment.
"Mmm, wish we could stay here all day," Kurt says, and his fingers are playing with Dave's hand, tracing over knuckles and fingertips. Dave can't help but feel flattered, but he is curious.
"You don't want to spend time with your friends?" he asks, and he starts mimicking the tracing motion, and his fingertips start to feel hyper-aware.
"Honestly? No. I just want to relax. Rachel and Blaine aren't the most relaxing people to be around," Kurt explains, and Dave mmm's in agreement, finally understanding some of Kurt's behaviour from the previous evening.
"Well, I'm pretty sure between Mercedes, Mike and me we can run some pretty good interference for you. You can't come all this way and stay holed up in your room."
"I'm not. I'd be holed up in your room," Kurt corrects, and he's grinning up at the ceiling. Dave shakes his head and nudges Kurt in the side gently. Kurt lets out a long sigh and turns to look at him.
"I know I know. I'll be fine. Definitely feel better now than I did last night," Kurt muses and Dave snorts softly.
"You look better. Why haven't you been sleeping?"
"Work. I work too hard. I… Alex always forced me to go to bed, and he ensured I ate. I'm not so good at looking after myself."
Dave can't stop his stomach clenching at the mention of the ex, or the fact that Kurt isn't looking after himself. He's also glad there is nothing more sinister behind Kurt's outward appearance last night, although he's not sure Kurt would tell him if there was. Lack of sleep and food haven't affected his abilities in bed at least, and Dave knows he'll be remembering that blowjob and comparing every one he receives in the future to it.
"You can deep throat," Dame comments, and it sounds ridiculous out loud, a complete non sequitur outside of his mind, but Kurt is grinning at him in such a way that Dave can't help but grin back, and he supposes Kurt has taken it as a compliment. Which it is, even if he didn't mean it that way.
"All that singing as a teenager, mastering my vocal cords and all that," Kurt says, and his eyes are clearly amused, and Dave isn't sure if Kurt is teasing him. He likes the light-hearted nature and playfulness that Kurt is exuding though, and wants to do everything he can to keep Kurt like this.
They're in the shower a mere fifteen minutes later, soapy hands pretending to wash each other, soft kisses as they eventually get clean. Kurt isn't looking forward to getting back in to dirty clothes, but needs must. He's distracting himself by running his fingers over the odd looking tattoo on the inside of Dave's upper arm and he can't deny he's not curious to know what it means.
He's never been a fan of tattoos, not seeing the point in them, but this design has him fascinated. When he'd first caught sight of it, he'd thought it was one giant upside-down teardrop, then he'd had a closer look only to see an odd-looking tree shape, almost folded in on itself, it's branches all twisted. Now that he can see it in the bright light of the bathroom he can see five letters as well: L, U, R, C and an S.
He wants to ask, but he's also aware that Dave is struggling with whatever is happening between the two of them and he doesn't want to push more than he already has. He'd been surprised this morning; sure that Dave was going to say no. Kurt is glad he didn't, but he wonders how long it will be until Dave puts the break on this. Whatever this is.
The both rinse off and step out, and Kurt likes how comfortable he feels. At ease. It's exactly how he feels with Mercedes, except he's not, and never has been, attracted to her. Even now Kurt feels his body alight with awareness from simply watching Dave dry himself. He looks up then and catches Kurt's eye.
"You okay?" Dave asks him, and Kurt still has moments where he struggles to believe that this is really Dave Karofsky.
"Yeah. Hungry."
"Yeah, me too. Want to meet up in the hotel restaurant?"
"Sounds good. I just need to go get some clean clothes."
Dave nods in understanding as he pulls on clean boxer-briefs and jeans. Kurt pulls on his pants, but shoves his underwear into his pocket, unable to bring himself to put them back on. He buttons his shirt and pulls on his socks and shoes, checks his pocket for his key card, wallet and phone.
He moves towards the door and Dave follows him, holding it open for him while he gazes down at Kurt, small smile gracing his features. Kurt reaches a hand up and cups a smooth jawline in his hand.
"I'll see you in a bit okay?"
"Yeah, sure thing," Dave responds.
The rumble-clang of a trolley interrupts them as a bellboy exits the service lift and they both watch as he straightens the plate covers.
"Huh, I wasn't even thinking… we could have done that. And still be in bed," Kurt says, grinning and on impulse he reaches up and tugs Dave down for a drawn-out kiss.
Dave is surprised, but he is also trying to pay attention to where the bellboy has now stopped, and he has no idea whether Kurt realises that Mercedes' room is right there. He tugs Kurt inside and lets the door close swiftly, unsure how to voice his thoughts. He doesn't know what they are. And really, it's no one else's business. However, if they see Kurt leaving his room questions are going to be asked, and right now he wants to spare Kurt that added drama.
So he turns Kurt's innocently-intended kiss into a more full-on make out session until they are both breathless and Dave is thinking he might need another shower. Kurt is looking at him wide-eyed with a small degree of disbelief, and Dave likes that he's maybe come across as slightly unpredictable. Kurt gives him one hard final kiss before opening the door again and disappearing, but not before telling Dave he'll see him for breakfast.
Mercedes is starving. They've ordered room service for breakfast, and she's waiting by the door, still in the flimsy nighty she'd packed for the weekend (comfortable worn flannel pyjamas were not something you took for a weekend away with your boyfriend).They had said thirty minutes, and it's been twenty-eight. She presses the video surveillance button again, wondering whether she'll see anything other than the empty corridor she's seen the last two times.
The door opposite is opening, and she perks up, anything to help pass the time. She knows it's the door to Dave's room, and her eyes widen as she observes Dave holding the door open for Kurt. She watches slack-jawed as Kurt reaches up and cups Dave's face, before their attention is drawn to the room service trolley finally arriving. The one she doesn't currently give a damn about, because her best friend is kissing Dave and Dave is pulling Kurt back inside his room. What the hell?
She knows they get along now, but she'd never imagined this. Suddenly she wants to know everything about Dave, how many guys he's dated, whether or not he's a good boyfriend, what the hell he's doing with Kurt across the hallway. She knows Mike will have most of the answers, and he's currently getting dressed on the other side of the room.
She deals with the room service delivery quickly, feeling a bit rude, but her mind is now rushing through dozens of scenarios and coming up with very few answers. Distractedly she makes Mike a cup of tea and her questions break through as she passes the cup to him.
"How many boyfriends has Dave had?"
Mike raises an eyebrow at the question, not sure where it has come from, and not sure whether discussing his gay-best friend's sex life with his girlfriend is normal Sunday morning conversation. Also it's not his to tell, but the hunted look in Mercedes' eyes tells him not to even try that argument.
"Um," Mike starts, takes a sip of his tea to stall for time, "Three. Why?"
Mercedes' eyes fly around the room before finally meeting Mike's, and he feels a bit concerned, and then suddenly he realises that she's seen someone leaving Dave's room. He then makes the next logical step and realises that not just any guy leaving Dave's room would elect this response from her. His eyes widen and Mercedes is watching him, nodding in confirmation as she realises Mike has joined the dots.
"No…he wouldn't. Kurt lives in LA."
Mercedes blinks. Frowns. That wasn't what she'd expected to be a valid point. And actually, now that she thinks about it, they're both grown men and can make their own decisions. It's none of her business. Unless Kurt gets hurt and she has to pick up the pieces.
"Why does that matter?"
"Dave doesn't do long distance. He just…doesn't. His last boyfriend, Greg, now lives in London. They contemplated long distance before finally just calling it quits. Are you sure they weren't just meeting up for breakfast?"
Mercedes raises a disbelieving eyebrow and stares at Mike until he lets out a long sigh of defeat.
"What did you see?"
"Well, if Kurt hadn't been dressed in his clothes from yesterday the second clue would have been when he kissed Dave."
"I take it that it wasn't a friendly goodbye peck…"
"No. Definitely no…"
"Shit. What's he thinking?" Mike mumbles, and Mercedes knows the question is rhetorical, but she also realises then that Mike is worried about Dave the same way she's worrying about Kurt.
Kurt's definitely been with more than three guys, she can name eight off the top of her head, but there are more that Kurt has mentioned in passing that never lasted long. Alex had been his longest relationship since Blaine, and she has a sinking feeling of dread in her stomach. She's no longer solely worried about Kurt getting hurt, she's now more worried about Dave.
Santana has beaten him to the restaurant and is sipping coffee while reading the paper. She smiles in greeting and then goes back to reading in silence. Dave steals the sports section from the paper and then places his order with the hovering waitress. He reads in silence for a few moments, before looking up and seeing Kurt enter the restaurant. He studies Kurt as he walks toward the table and then shrugs internally. He can't define what this is, but he's not going to worry and stress about it, because that won't change the facts. It won't change what has already happened between them.
He's going to play this by ear, something he's never done before. All his previous relationships have been slow to develop, Dave needing a level of trust before allowing anything to happen and handing his heart over, because he doesn't know any other way to be in a relationship. But this…this is different. Dave doesn't know how to define it, so has given up trying and he'll just go with the flow and try to protect his heart as best he can.
Rachel has organised tickets for them all to see a matinee show for something Dave has never heard of, but the name gets an appreciative smile from Kurt. Dave isn't a fan of the theatre, but he can appreciate it in the same way he appreciates any professional doing their job well. However he still sidles up to Mike and asks him to ensure he doesn't fall asleep. Mike grins at him, but also looks at him a little oddly and Dave quirks an eyebrow, knowing something is up, but shrugs when Mike waves him away.
Everyone has taken their seats, Kurt is obviously excited about the show because he's talking excitedly with both Rachel and Blaine, his reluctance to spend time with them obviously forgotten in this setting. Dave is pleased for him, glad that Kurt can actually enjoy his time here with his friends.
Dave easily manages to stay awake and afterwards Rachel leads them to a small Greek bistro nearby. They're walking briskly, it's cold and there are dark clouds above which threaten rain. When someone grabs Dave's arm he knows it's not Kurt, because he's up ahead leading the charge. He turns to find Mercedes looking at him, and he knows, he just knows, that she'd seen them this morning in the corridor. Damn stupid surveillance cameras.
She doesn't beat around the bush, and Dave doesn't pretend to not know what she's talking about. She asks if he knows what he's doing, and Dave shakes his head. To be honest, he doesn't think Kurt has any idea either. Mercedes slows to a halt, letting them fall even further behind the others.
"I don't want you getting hurt any more than I want Kurt to get hurt," Mercedes says gently, concern in her eyes as she rests a hand on his arm. Dave's inexplicably touched by her concern for him, but also a little worried that she seems to think that he may come off worse in this whole thing Kurt and he have going. It's one thing to suspect it yourself, but to have the best friend of the other person concerned also suspect it makes it all a bit more real. "But," Mercedes continues, "it's none of anyone's business but your own. Plus Kurt looks better today than he did last night, and if you're the reason then I can deal with that."
Dave's not sure how to reply, so he doesn't, just shrugs. He's going to assume that Mercedes knows about Kurt's apparent inability to look after himself. How he's not sleeping and eating. He can't be the only one out of the two of them that had been shocked at Kurt's appearance last night. He lets out a deep breath and looks Mercedes in the eye, to ensure she know he's sincere.
"I don't want to hurt him, and I don't want to be hurt by him. But…it may be inevitable."
"But neither of you should stop… whatever you're doing… on the chance that you might be hurt. It's one of those things you just have to take a chance on."
What she is saying simply backs up his 'play it by ear' strategy he'd decided on that morning, and he silently agrees with a smile and a nod.
They're meant to be going to another show that night, but Kurt begs off, saying he's tired and needs to sleep. He realises he must still look pretty terrible, because no-one tries to coax him into coming along. He hasn't decided whether he'll stay in his room, or go and join Dave in his. He can't right now, earlier Dave and Mike had disappeared somewhere together to catch up with a college buddy over drinks and dinner, so Kurt is in his own room staring at the ceiling and wondering what he's doing in regards to Dave Karofsky.
He starts with the facts: Dave Karofsky is attractive, smart and seems to be a giant softie when it comes to Kurt's needs. He also lives in Chicago, is very involved in his family and has a wide circle of friends he sees on a regular basis. He's only ever been in long-term stable relationships, and when Kurt thinks about this he's a combination of ashamed and confused.
Ashamed, because the first time, back in Dave's apartment, Kurt knows he virtually threw himself at Dave. He knows he shouldn't feel ashamed, and he knows that Dave could have said no, but instead gave in. That leads to Kurt's confusion around the matter. Why did Dave give in? He remembers Dave saying that Kurt is his type, and at the time Kurt believed every word Dave had said, because he needed to. But looking back he's pretty sure Dave said those things to make him feel good about himself.
Last night Dave just took him to bed and let him sleep, an act that Kurt rates far more intimate than some other things. He'd thought at the time it was confirmation that Dave didn't actually find him attractive, but this morning activities have blown that theory completely out of the water. No one can fake that sort of reaction, and it had made Kurt feel powerful. He's decided he must be Dave's exception to the whole stable-relationship theme.
Kurt has realised over the last 24-hours that he needs to start taking care of himself, his admission to Dave about Alex having to ensure he didn't work too hard had made him feel weak, and he knows he's not, not really, but he's never allowing himself to feel like that again, so will have to implement some changes in his life when he gets back to LA.
Dave though…Kurt likes him. A lot. But he also doesn't want to start a new relationship right now, when he knows he's not in a completely healthy place. Also he doesn't know if Dave wants a relationship, or how it would work with a four-hour flight separating them. But… and there are so many buts and unknowns and what ifs that Kurt knows he needs to talk to Dave and try to make sense of what this is and where it might go.
TBC…
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky, mention of past Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OC and Dave/OC, Mercedes Jones/OC,
Rating: M/NC-17
Word count: ~5,500 words for this chapter
Warnings: None that I can think of as yet that aren’t already indicated by the rating. Original characters needed for a future!fic to be plausible? Is that a valid warning?
Summary: A future!fic set in 2025 where Kurt and Dave's lives intertwine again, proving just how small the world really is, and how Fate has a twisted sense of humour. AU from end of Season 2.
Disclaimer: I still do not own Glee.
Author's note: Wow – no idea where everyone came from, but thanks for all the reviews, favourites and alerts and requests for updates (on ffn). I update every Saturday without fail (unless RL involves a trip to the hospital for myself or a family member). If for some reason I know in advance that I will not be able to update, I will post early (like the 22nd October coming up). I appreciate how much faith readers put in an author by reading WIPs rather than waiting for the fic to be completed, and I will never leave a story incomplete (um, unless I die, and then it's kind of out of my hands sorry!) This story has always been M rated. Lots of M themes going on in this chapter. Just in case you needed to be "warned" again.
Huge thanks to the wonderful
debraelqfor stepping up to be my go-to person for my questions regarding Americanisms (I had quite a few more questions but didn't get round to asking). I'm going to stick with my mainly British spelling, but have to use "mom" with American characters, otherwise it sounds wrong in my head. On the flip side I have to use arse, because I always picture a donkey when I read/write the word ass. Sorry.CHAPTER ONE - AUGUST 2025 (part one)
CHAPTER TWO - AUGUST 2025 (part two)
CHAPTER THREE- AUGUST 2025 (part three)
CHAPTER FOUR - SEPTEMBER 2025
CHAPTER FIVE - OCTOBER 2025 (part one)
CHAPTER SIX - OCTOBER 2025 (part two)
Dave wakes first, and he isn't surprised that Kurt is still asleep. He studies him, and already he can see that the dark circles around his eyes have lessened slightly, simply from one night's sleep. He doesn't move. He doesn't want to wake Kurt, it's only just gone six, which means for Kurt it's still only three, and Dave wants him to rest as much as possible. He's feeling strangely protective.
Kurt moves in his sleep, one of his arms curling around Dave's, like he's cuddling Dave's arm to him. Dave's whole body feels warm, and he knows it is a combination between the body heat that Kurt is emitting, but also the arousal that has started a slow burn in his lower stomach. It is the most inopportune time to get an erection, but his body doesn't know that. Dave ignores the natural response, taking in deep slow breaths that smell of Kurt. He wants Kurt to sleep. He also wants more time to figure out what the hell he's going to say to him when he actually wakes up.
He feels a bit like a glutton for punishment. Having Kurt in his bed is naturally going to turn him on. He still wants to protect himself from getting hurt, but he's starting to suspect it might be too late. The fact that he's worried about Kurt should be a huge flashing warning sign, but Dave's trying to convince himself that he's concerned for Kurt as a friend. A friend he currently has in his bed making little snuffly sounds against his arm. Fuck, he is so screwed.
He forces himself to relax further, willing sleep to come so that he can wake in a few hours and either Kurt will be gone, something he's not sure how he feels about, or he can wake Kurt up and not feel guilty about stealing precious sleep he so obviously needs. He likes that he can give Kurt this, knowing that Kurt has sought him out. Him. Not Blaine or Mercedes or Rachel. Him. He feels a little drunk with knowledge that he can somehow give Kurt something his other friends can't.
He's deliberately ignoring what Kurt had said and offered last night in his obviously sleep-deprived state, he's not going to build up any expectations only to have them torn down. And he knows he's in two minds about letting anything actually happen between himself and Kurt. He's not stupid. He knows if anything does happen, it's not the start of a relationship, and that grates against his nerves. Having never 'played the field', he's not one for casual hook-ups, but his history with Kurt makes this thing anything but casual. He's so fucking confused.
"Hey," Kurt says, his voice husky with sleep, and he's rumpled and has crease marks on his cheek from the pillow. He looks fucking gorgeous. Dave doesn't say anything, just smiles softly; worried that anything he says right now will simply ruin the moment.
"What time is it?"
"Almost eight. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah," Kurt replies, suddenly embarrassed. "Thanks. I…"
Dave tries to shrug as best he can while lying down but all he succeeds in doing is jostling Kurt.
"You needed to sleep. I…don't mind."
Kurt watches him in silence for what feels like ages, but is actually less than a minute judging from the clock on the bedside table. Then Kurt is moving against him, sliding closer so that there is only a hand span between their chests.
"You're a good man David Karofsky…" Kurt says, and his eyes are dark with something. Dave's pretty sure it's desire. He swallows, suddenly nervous.
It's crunch time. It's like his sister's pick-a-path books he used to read. If you want to kiss Kurt, turn to page 76. If you want to gently suggest to Kurt that he needs to leave, turn to page 54. If you want to fuck Kurt into oblivion turn to page 138. He wants to cheat and read all the possible paths and endings, just so he knows what he should do right now.
Kurt's mouth is hot against his own, thankfully making the decision for him, and Dave groans at the sensation of warm hard flesh pushing against him. Dave's libido has a hand firmly clamped over logic's mouth, quietening the arguments that he really shouldn't be going along with this until he's figured everything out. But really, what man would turn this down?
Kurt's hands are pushing him back, forcing him to lie there and he watches as Kurt shoves the bedclothes off the bed impatiently after they tangle in his feet. He pulls his t-shirt off and Dave feels a little pang, because Kurt looked damn sexy in his t-shirt, but now they are both shirtless, and when Kurt runs hands down his chest, fingers twirling through his chest hair and tugging gently, Dave can't feel too upset.
He reaches his own hands up, running his fingers up Kurt's ribs, relishing the feel of super soft skin, and Kurt arches into the touch. Dave reaches for Kurt's hand and tugs him down for another kiss. There is no alcohol involved this time, no sleep-deprivation that either of them can blame for affecting their decision making abilities. They both want this. Knows the other wants it just as much.
Kurt is watching him, eyes roaming up and down Dave's body, and he looks hungry. Hands go to Dave's waistband and give a gentle pull and Kurt raises both eyebrows at him. Dave realises then that Kurt is driving this encounter. He's driven all of them really, but he probably didn't feel very in-control last time, so wants to be the one leading this time. Dave's fine with that. For now. He raises his hips and Kurt slips his sweatpants down, off and throws them the way of the discarded bedding.
Kurt is kneeling beside him now, still wearing his boxer-brief underwear that Dave's eyes flick to, and then back to Kurt's face. He knows Kurt caught him looking when he smiles slowly, deviously, and makes a (thankfully short) show of removing them. He's already hard, and Dave feels a distinct amount of pride knowing that he's caused that reaction.
Patience snapped Dave reaches for him and pulls Kurt down so he's half lying atop Dave, half lying on the bed. Kurt manoeuvres himself, slots one leg between Dave's, and rests himself on Dave's chest. Dave still hasn't said anything, and if he didn't know better he's pretty sure his libido has reached out and got a hand over his mouth as well, making him incapable of speech, just in case he says something stupid that will put a stop to this… this gorgeousness.
Kurt is moving slowly, hips canting forward to create a slow drive of friction between their bodies, their cocks rubbing against each other. Kurt's lips are busy, nipping and sucking down his neck and along his collar bone. His hand has snuck between their bodies to find Dave's erection, and slender soft fingers have encircled him, not firmly though, and the sensation is maddening.
"I meant what I said last night…" Kurt murmurs, his voice barely audible above their harsh breathing, and Dave is struggling to remember what his name is, let alone what Kurt said to him – oh fuck. He remembers. Oh fuck, Kurt said he wanted to suck him. Dave lets out a low whine, hips thrusting upwards in an attempt to seek more friction.
"Can I?" Kurt asks, and Dave realises that maybe he's not so hard-to-read after all, because he can hear the other silent question in Kurt's voice. Will you let me? He lets his head fall back onto the pillows, letting out a long shuddering breath.
"God yes… please," Dave moans, now that it's actually happening he couldn't turn this down if his life depended on it.
With those three words his voice has come back to him, and he's murmuring a constant stream of endearments mixed with expletives as Kurt kisses his way down his body. Kurt's tongue darts out to make a tentative swipe at his nipple and Dave squirms. 'Ticklish' he manages to get out, and catches Kurt's delighted grin. Fortunately Kurt doesn't stop to investigate the ticklish claim any further, obviously intent on the task at hand, and Dave is grateful, because he's so turned on right now and doesn't want to be distracted, if that's even possible.
Kurt has not stopped stroking his cock, the pressure increasing in infinitesimal amounts as Kurt has moved lower. The tension is becoming unbearable, and when he finally feels Kurt's hot breath on his cock he groans Kurt's name. That seems to have been all Kurt was waiting for, and suddenly there is a hot mouth surrounding his cock and Dave groans again.
Kurt obviously falls into the category of guys that love giving head, Dave decides in some small rational part of his brain that hasn't melted yet. Kurt's tongue is moving like it's a separate entity to Kurt, rolling around, twisting and twirling, almost like it's performing a dance with his cock. Kurt is kneeling between his legs and he looks amazing. He fists his hands into the sheet, not wanting to interrupt an obvious fucking master at work.
Kurt's hands are busy as well, one still around the base of his cock moving in tandem with his mouth to create the pull and slide which is pushing him rapidly to the edge. The other hand is fondling his balls, a finger occasionally brushing against his perineum with an exploratory feel, obviously trying to get a sense of whether Dave is okay with further exploration. He is. He more than is. But not today. Not now. He isn't going to last long enough. He's already denied himself release once this morning and he'd obviously lost his mind thinking he wouldn't give in to this.
He can feel his orgasm approaching, the telling tightness in his balls as they draw up despite Kurt's insistent tugging on them. The swirling heat in his stomach, the achy almost painful hardness of his cock. Dave reaches for Kurt's head, although he suspects that Kurt is a swallower, it's still polite to give some warning, and fuck he needs to give that warning right now. Kurt bats his hand away with an obvious degree of impatience which would make Dave smile at any time other than this.
"Kurt, I'm…close," Dave manages to get out, and he's thinking that it's likely a gross understatement. Kurt looks up to meet his eyes briefly, and then he removes his hand from around Dave's cock, and suddenly Dave can feel Kurt's throat around him, swallowing and he doesn't hold back. He lets himself go with an animalistic grunt and he can feel Kurt's throat swallowing around him and fuck it feels like the best thing ever.
Giving blowjobs isn't Dave's favourite activity in bed, there are other things he'd rather do to his partner, but he's never had any complaints either. He ignores the feeling of lassitude that is rolling through his body, and props himself up on an elbow, his other hand reaching for Kurt as he slowly releases Dave's spent cock from his mouth.
"My turn," Dave states, and he pulls Kurt up and kisses him until the taste of himself fades from Kurt's mouth and he can taste Kurt again. He knows he doesn't have the same level of skill as Kurt, but he doubts Kurt will care.
He's had Kurt beside him and above him, and now he wants to feel Kurt beneath him. He holds and rolls, and Kurt is grinning up at him, eyes playful. Dave can't help but grin back at him as he moves down the bed, hands trailing down Kurt's body. Kurt lets out an appreciative breathy gasp and Dave wonders which part of Kurt's body he touched to elect that response. He hopes he has time to explore later.
He licks a broad stripe up Kurt's cock, noting the trimmed pubic hair. He's pretty sure that Kurt must shave or wax, it is possible though that he's simply not got a lot of body hair. Dave would feel self-conscious about his own if Kurt hadn't been clearly appreciative of it before. He runs gentle fingers over Kurt's inner thigh, marvelling at finding even softer skin.
His fingers close around Kurt slowly, relishing the feel of satiny-soft skin. He'd not paid enough attention last time, so he's trying to memorise everything this time, just in case this never happens again. His licks slowly, memorising the slide and taste. Unlike himself Kurt is leaking pre-come, and the taste is both familiar anf foreign and entirely Kurt.
"Stop fucking about and suck me, please," Kurt says, and Dave is amused by the combined tone of command and plea there. He's not going to muck around, so he takes Kurt's cock into his mouth and sucks. He doesn't have the tongue swirling or the deep throating or any of the other fancy techniques that Kurt had used, but he has the intense drive to make Kurt feel good.
Kurt is obviously close, and it feels like barely minutes of concerted sucking and licking that Kurt is tugging on his hair. Dave doesn't let up, he doesn't mind the taste, but he'll need to concentrate on not gagging and looking like an idiot. He doesn't gag, but nor does he manage to swallow it all. However he's intensely glad of his own shortcomings when Kurt is on him instantly, licking his own come from Dave's chin and groaning, mumbling about 'your fucking stubble' in such a way that Dave's pretty sure that Kurt likes his stubble. Weird man.
Dave expects there to be awkwardness between them, now that they've both gotten off and the intense cloud of arousal has lifted. Kurt doesn't look awkward though, he's stretching and lying back down, looking extremely self-satisfied and he reaches for Dave, pulling him down beside him. Dave lets him, and Kurt is humming in contentment.
"Mmm, wish we could stay here all day," Kurt says, and his fingers are playing with Dave's hand, tracing over knuckles and fingertips. Dave can't help but feel flattered, but he is curious.
"You don't want to spend time with your friends?" he asks, and he starts mimicking the tracing motion, and his fingertips start to feel hyper-aware.
"Honestly? No. I just want to relax. Rachel and Blaine aren't the most relaxing people to be around," Kurt explains, and Dave mmm's in agreement, finally understanding some of Kurt's behaviour from the previous evening.
"Well, I'm pretty sure between Mercedes, Mike and me we can run some pretty good interference for you. You can't come all this way and stay holed up in your room."
"I'm not. I'd be holed up in your room," Kurt corrects, and he's grinning up at the ceiling. Dave shakes his head and nudges Kurt in the side gently. Kurt lets out a long sigh and turns to look at him.
"I know I know. I'll be fine. Definitely feel better now than I did last night," Kurt muses and Dave snorts softly.
"You look better. Why haven't you been sleeping?"
"Work. I work too hard. I… Alex always forced me to go to bed, and he ensured I ate. I'm not so good at looking after myself."
Dave can't stop his stomach clenching at the mention of the ex, or the fact that Kurt isn't looking after himself. He's also glad there is nothing more sinister behind Kurt's outward appearance last night, although he's not sure Kurt would tell him if there was. Lack of sleep and food haven't affected his abilities in bed at least, and Dave knows he'll be remembering that blowjob and comparing every one he receives in the future to it.
"You can deep throat," Dame comments, and it sounds ridiculous out loud, a complete non sequitur outside of his mind, but Kurt is grinning at him in such a way that Dave can't help but grin back, and he supposes Kurt has taken it as a compliment. Which it is, even if he didn't mean it that way.
"All that singing as a teenager, mastering my vocal cords and all that," Kurt says, and his eyes are clearly amused, and Dave isn't sure if Kurt is teasing him. He likes the light-hearted nature and playfulness that Kurt is exuding though, and wants to do everything he can to keep Kurt like this.
He's never been a fan of tattoos, not seeing the point in them, but this design has him fascinated. When he'd first caught sight of it, he'd thought it was one giant upside-down teardrop, then he'd had a closer look only to see an odd-looking tree shape, almost folded in on itself, it's branches all twisted. Now that he can see it in the bright light of the bathroom he can see five letters as well: L, U, R, C and an S.
He wants to ask, but he's also aware that Dave is struggling with whatever is happening between the two of them and he doesn't want to push more than he already has. He'd been surprised this morning; sure that Dave was going to say no. Kurt is glad he didn't, but he wonders how long it will be until Dave puts the break on this. Whatever this is.
The both rinse off and step out, and Kurt likes how comfortable he feels. At ease. It's exactly how he feels with Mercedes, except he's not, and never has been, attracted to her. Even now Kurt feels his body alight with awareness from simply watching Dave dry himself. He looks up then and catches Kurt's eye.
"You okay?" Dave asks him, and Kurt still has moments where he struggles to believe that this is really Dave Karofsky.
"Yeah. Hungry."
"Yeah, me too. Want to meet up in the hotel restaurant?"
"Sounds good. I just need to go get some clean clothes."
Dave nods in understanding as he pulls on clean boxer-briefs and jeans. Kurt pulls on his pants, but shoves his underwear into his pocket, unable to bring himself to put them back on. He buttons his shirt and pulls on his socks and shoes, checks his pocket for his key card, wallet and phone.
He moves towards the door and Dave follows him, holding it open for him while he gazes down at Kurt, small smile gracing his features. Kurt reaches a hand up and cups a smooth jawline in his hand.
"I'll see you in a bit okay?"
"Yeah, sure thing," Dave responds.
The rumble-clang of a trolley interrupts them as a bellboy exits the service lift and they both watch as he straightens the plate covers.
"Huh, I wasn't even thinking… we could have done that. And still be in bed," Kurt says, grinning and on impulse he reaches up and tugs Dave down for a drawn-out kiss.
So he turns Kurt's innocently-intended kiss into a more full-on make out session until they are both breathless and Dave is thinking he might need another shower. Kurt is looking at him wide-eyed with a small degree of disbelief, and Dave likes that he's maybe come across as slightly unpredictable. Kurt gives him one hard final kiss before opening the door again and disappearing, but not before telling Dave he'll see him for breakfast.
The door opposite is opening, and she perks up, anything to help pass the time. She knows it's the door to Dave's room, and her eyes widen as she observes Dave holding the door open for Kurt. She watches slack-jawed as Kurt reaches up and cups Dave's face, before their attention is drawn to the room service trolley finally arriving. The one she doesn't currently give a damn about, because her best friend is kissing Dave and Dave is pulling Kurt back inside his room. What the hell?
She knows they get along now, but she'd never imagined this. Suddenly she wants to know everything about Dave, how many guys he's dated, whether or not he's a good boyfriend, what the hell he's doing with Kurt across the hallway. She knows Mike will have most of the answers, and he's currently getting dressed on the other side of the room.
She deals with the room service delivery quickly, feeling a bit rude, but her mind is now rushing through dozens of scenarios and coming up with very few answers. Distractedly she makes Mike a cup of tea and her questions break through as she passes the cup to him.
"How many boyfriends has Dave had?"
Mike raises an eyebrow at the question, not sure where it has come from, and not sure whether discussing his gay-best friend's sex life with his girlfriend is normal Sunday morning conversation. Also it's not his to tell, but the hunted look in Mercedes' eyes tells him not to even try that argument.
"Um," Mike starts, takes a sip of his tea to stall for time, "Three. Why?"
Mercedes' eyes fly around the room before finally meeting Mike's, and he feels a bit concerned, and then suddenly he realises that she's seen someone leaving Dave's room. He then makes the next logical step and realises that not just any guy leaving Dave's room would elect this response from her. His eyes widen and Mercedes is watching him, nodding in confirmation as she realises Mike has joined the dots.
"No…he wouldn't. Kurt lives in LA."
Mercedes blinks. Frowns. That wasn't what she'd expected to be a valid point. And actually, now that she thinks about it, they're both grown men and can make their own decisions. It's none of her business. Unless Kurt gets hurt and she has to pick up the pieces.
"Why does that matter?"
"Dave doesn't do long distance. He just…doesn't. His last boyfriend, Greg, now lives in London. They contemplated long distance before finally just calling it quits. Are you sure they weren't just meeting up for breakfast?"
Mercedes raises a disbelieving eyebrow and stares at Mike until he lets out a long sigh of defeat.
"What did you see?"
"Well, if Kurt hadn't been dressed in his clothes from yesterday the second clue would have been when he kissed Dave."
"I take it that it wasn't a friendly goodbye peck…"
"No. Definitely no…"
"Shit. What's he thinking?" Mike mumbles, and Mercedes knows the question is rhetorical, but she also realises then that Mike is worried about Dave the same way she's worrying about Kurt.
Kurt's definitely been with more than three guys, she can name eight off the top of her head, but there are more that Kurt has mentioned in passing that never lasted long. Alex had been his longest relationship since Blaine, and she has a sinking feeling of dread in her stomach. She's no longer solely worried about Kurt getting hurt, she's now more worried about Dave.
He's going to play this by ear, something he's never done before. All his previous relationships have been slow to develop, Dave needing a level of trust before allowing anything to happen and handing his heart over, because he doesn't know any other way to be in a relationship. But this…this is different. Dave doesn't know how to define it, so has given up trying and he'll just go with the flow and try to protect his heart as best he can.
Everyone has taken their seats, Kurt is obviously excited about the show because he's talking excitedly with both Rachel and Blaine, his reluctance to spend time with them obviously forgotten in this setting. Dave is pleased for him, glad that Kurt can actually enjoy his time here with his friends.
Dave easily manages to stay awake and afterwards Rachel leads them to a small Greek bistro nearby. They're walking briskly, it's cold and there are dark clouds above which threaten rain. When someone grabs Dave's arm he knows it's not Kurt, because he's up ahead leading the charge. He turns to find Mercedes looking at him, and he knows, he just knows, that she'd seen them this morning in the corridor. Damn stupid surveillance cameras.
She doesn't beat around the bush, and Dave doesn't pretend to not know what she's talking about. She asks if he knows what he's doing, and Dave shakes his head. To be honest, he doesn't think Kurt has any idea either. Mercedes slows to a halt, letting them fall even further behind the others.
"I don't want you getting hurt any more than I want Kurt to get hurt," Mercedes says gently, concern in her eyes as she rests a hand on his arm. Dave's inexplicably touched by her concern for him, but also a little worried that she seems to think that he may come off worse in this whole thing Kurt and he have going. It's one thing to suspect it yourself, but to have the best friend of the other person concerned also suspect it makes it all a bit more real. "But," Mercedes continues, "it's none of anyone's business but your own. Plus Kurt looks better today than he did last night, and if you're the reason then I can deal with that."
Dave's not sure how to reply, so he doesn't, just shrugs. He's going to assume that Mercedes knows about Kurt's apparent inability to look after himself. How he's not sleeping and eating. He can't be the only one out of the two of them that had been shocked at Kurt's appearance last night. He lets out a deep breath and looks Mercedes in the eye, to ensure she know he's sincere.
"I don't want to hurt him, and I don't want to be hurt by him. But…it may be inevitable."
"But neither of you should stop… whatever you're doing… on the chance that you might be hurt. It's one of those things you just have to take a chance on."
What she is saying simply backs up his 'play it by ear' strategy he'd decided on that morning, and he silently agrees with a smile and a nod.
He starts with the facts: Dave Karofsky is attractive, smart and seems to be a giant softie when it comes to Kurt's needs. He also lives in Chicago, is very involved in his family and has a wide circle of friends he sees on a regular basis. He's only ever been in long-term stable relationships, and when Kurt thinks about this he's a combination of ashamed and confused.
Ashamed, because the first time, back in Dave's apartment, Kurt knows he virtually threw himself at Dave. He knows he shouldn't feel ashamed, and he knows that Dave could have said no, but instead gave in. That leads to Kurt's confusion around the matter. Why did Dave give in? He remembers Dave saying that Kurt is his type, and at the time Kurt believed every word Dave had said, because he needed to. But looking back he's pretty sure Dave said those things to make him feel good about himself.
Last night Dave just took him to bed and let him sleep, an act that Kurt rates far more intimate than some other things. He'd thought at the time it was confirmation that Dave didn't actually find him attractive, but this morning activities have blown that theory completely out of the water. No one can fake that sort of reaction, and it had made Kurt feel powerful. He's decided he must be Dave's exception to the whole stable-relationship theme.
Kurt has realised over the last 24-hours that he needs to start taking care of himself, his admission to Dave about Alex having to ensure he didn't work too hard had made him feel weak, and he knows he's not, not really, but he's never allowing himself to feel like that again, so will have to implement some changes in his life when he gets back to LA.
Dave though…Kurt likes him. A lot. But he also doesn't want to start a new relationship right now, when he knows he's not in a completely healthy place. Also he doesn't know if Dave wants a relationship, or how it would work with a four-hour flight separating them. But… and there are so many buts and unknowns and what ifs that Kurt knows he needs to talk to Dave and try to make sense of what this is and where it might go.
TBC…
