sunmontue | The Laws of Thermodynamics

Title: The Laws of Thermodynamics

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky
Rating: G (will be NC17)
Word count: ~1,600 words
Warnings: None.
Summary: AU Glee. Dave is a nerd, and Kurt is a Cheerio. Kurt needs a tutor to pull his GPA up. Cliche but fun.
Author's note: No idea how long this will be. I was thinking as many chapters as there are actual laws of thermodynamics, but then realized that would be unrealistic (there are only 4 laws that I know of, although I last studied physics 15 years ago so I’m a bit rusty).

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

Another week slips by, he kills off Sam’s character in the game and rolls his eyes when Mercedes’ character insists on a proper burial. Out of sheer boredom he rolls a random encounter and manages to kill off Az’s character as well. Seeing as Sam was the healer in the party they really shouldn’t have wasted time in monster infested wasteland burying him when they needed to get back to town and get another healer or risk total party death.

They have a sleepover, something that all their parents have battled to overcome, with there being two gay boys, two straight boys and then the two girls, occasionally three if they feel like inviting Brittany. A compromise of everyone in the same room in sleeping bags, which they’ve been doing for four years now, and it works. He and Az pull the mattresses of his bed and the queen in the guest room and fold out the sofa bed in the den, and the room becomes a giant bed.

He listens to age-old arguments between Az and Blaine about Star Wars and Star Trek respectively, which one is better and discusses with Sam the most creative ways to kill them and make it look like an accident. Sam is an Avatar fan, so he doesn’t get involved, although there have been three way arguments. He learnt the hard way that there’s no compromise, saying they were both equally good had earned him a week of no talking from Az and two weeks from Blaine. Drama queen.

He sits in the library after school the next day, the librarian and he have an understanding, and he’s sat at the same desk since his first day as a freshman when he worked out his strategy to become semi-invisible. As high school experiences go he knows it could have been a lot worse, and now that he’s on the home stretch he feels he can finally relax a bit. Being a senior means even those considered the bottom feeders are above the younger years. In theory. Those in his year would still give him shit if he appeared weak, which is why he has mastered his mask of indifference. A cough causes him to look up, and like last week Hummel is standing in front of him and he ignores the synchronized flips his heart and stomach perform.

“Can we talk?”

“Are you going to insult me again?” Dave replies. Hummel’s posture and tone all scream attack and he can’t help but feel defensive in response.

“Look, I’m… sorry about before, but I really do need a tutor.”

“Yeah, if that apology didn’t sound like it was forced from you with a pair of pliers I might feel more inclined to believe you. Still not interested.” He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the automatic sorry from slipping out, but he manages it.

“Look, I’ll make it worth your while.”

His mind goes a dozen dirty places before he shakes his head, clearing the images.

“I seriously doubt that. I think you’re probably best to talk to Mr Mallory and ask about finding another tutor.”

“I tried that. He said you would be my best bet at passing.”

Hummel looks annoyed by that fact but he feels a little thrill that Mr Mallory seems to think so highly of him. He lets out a sigh and pushes the chair opposite out with his foot, inviting him to sit down, although he knows with his crossed arms and scowl he probably looks the opposite of welcoming. Not that Hummel looks any happier to be there. How they’re meant to manage to be civil enough to each other enough for some learning to happen he has no idea, but he kind of doesn’t want to disappoint Mr Mallory.

He asks him what classes he’s in, only to learn that he needs math help as well as the general sciences, not just physics. It’s because he’s so strong across all areas he’s been recommended by three separate teachers. Hummel’s gpa is borderline getting kicked off the Cheerios, in fact, he probably should have already been kicked off, if Coach Sylvester didn’t rule Figgins with an iron fist. He wonders if Hummel is aware of how much time they’ll actually need to spend together…

“I think we should trial this out for a week or two. I mean, there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to teach you anything –”

“I’m not stupid,” Hummel snaps and he huffs in annoyance.

“I didn’t imply you were, but I’ve never tried tutoring before, I might suck at it.”

“Oh. Right.”

He holds back a roll of eyes, wondering if Hummel is always this defensive or whether he’s getting special treatment. Hummel asks if he minds coming to his place to tutor him, muttering about an overprotective father and he shrugs. Anywhere where they won’t be interrupted works, and the library doesn’t work, not if he’s going to constantly be talking. He hears a squeak than and turns. Blaine is standing there, eyes wide, pathetically soppy grin on his face and hand clutching his shirt over his heart as if he’s trying to stop it bursting through his chest like in something out of Alien. He rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers in front of his friends face, noting Hummel’s narrowed eyes looking between the two of them.

“Blaine! Blaine!” Blaine’s attention snaps to him and he shoots him a knowing smirk. “You want a ride home?”

“Yeah. I’ll uh… choir room. Glee. Yeah.”

“Cool. I’ll see you there later…”

They watch as Blaine backs away in reverse, almost knocking into two separate people as they enter the library. He shakes his head, Blaine can be such a dork, in a completely adorable puppy-dog way.

“He’s something of a fan of yours…” Dave mutters.

“Well, who can blame him? I am fabulous.”

He snorts at that, because while he doesn’t disagree in some regards, he should have expected Hummel to have no sense of modesty.

“I get that you and Lucy Fabray are all loved up –”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t interrupt me!” Hummel snaps, eyes flashing. “I get that you’re all loved up, and ignore everyone else, but just because two guys might show an interest in each other does not make it a point of ridicule!”

“I…” he starts, and he doesn’t know what to say, where to start, because there are so many things he could say, although two things are blatantly obvious; Hummel thinks he and Lucy are an item, which by default means he has no idea that he’s gay. Which makes sense, he’s only come out to his closest friends and family anyway, but… “Are you interested in Blaine?”

“Uh… no. He’s not exactly my type,” Hummel mutters, eyes sliding to the side and he actually looks a bit flustered, which is a first and he wonders what’s caused it.

“Oh. Right. Well, that’s probably for the best, he’d probably pass out if you spoke to him directly.”

“He’s a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, one of my best friends. So don’t go thinking I have issues with your sexuality. I don’t. Trust me. But I’m not going out with Lucy either. We’re just friends.” It’s been a while since he’s had to reiterate that to someone, but it comes back easily, as do the memories of his mom desperately clinging to the idea that she’s somehow his secret girlfriend. He’s been out to his parents for four years now, known for six, meeting Blaine confirming it. Not because he’s attracted to him at all, because they’re best friends, and it would be like being attracted to Az, but Blaine had made him realize the possibilities. That he wasn’t alone.

“Oh. That’s… nice?”

“Hmm. Yeah. Whatever. So. should I just come to your place after school tomorrow?”

“Yes. That sounds like a plan. No game tomorrow night. I have practice lunches Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and after school Tuesday and Thursday, and then whenever the games are. So, could we start with three afternoons a week? Two hours each afternoon? I’m kind of behind…”

Kind of behind is something of an understatement, and he only have one afterschool club, Mathletes, which meet on a Tuesday, so it works surprisingly well. He shrugs and asks Hummel to enter his contact details into his phone and hopes Blaine doesn’t steal the information to send overly creepy text messages.

“Oh, wait. My dad will want to meet you first,” Hummel says, looking embarrassed again. “Do you mind stopping by his garage first? It’s Hummel Tire and Lube.”

“No problem. I’ll look up the address. So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” he states, and he figures Hummel has better places to be than sitting in a library talking to him but he can’t help but notice the tightening around Hummel’s mouth as he draws back and stands up.

“Oh, right. Of course. You’re probably busy studying, maintaining that perfect gpa.”

“That perfect gpa is going to try and stop you ass from having to repeat senior year and getting kicked off your precious Cheerios so if you could drop the attitude it would be a good start…”

He looks up into eyes that are very clearly angry, and he feels like he should care more, but he really can’t find it in himself to care.

CHAPTER THREE