The Laws of Thermodynamics - Chapter Three

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Title: The Laws of Thermodynamics

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky
Rating: G (will be NC17)
Word count: ~1,500 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: I read the prompt again, and as there is something there which I don’t like I’m never going to make this an official fill. Sorry to the original prompter. Also, this story will be written solely from Dave’s POV. There might be a point when I write a companion fic with Kurt’s POV. Just a head’s up because I’ve already got a bit written for Kurt. 

CHAPTER ONE   CHAPTER TWO  

The next morning at school he’s ignored, although for the first time since school started for the year Blaine doesn’t get thrown in a dumpster or have a slushy-shower. He wonders if Hummel has said something, because the opportunity was definitely there and ignored. In fact they all seem to get ignored, and it has them all slightly on edge when they discuss it over lunch. They all agree that they seem to be getting indifference, which is much preferable, but it feels odd, almost like they’ve become an invisible little subset of the school population.

“Wouldn’t it be cool to be invisible though? Definitely the best super power to have,” Sam says. Mercedes is already shaking her head.

“No. Mind reading. That would be cool.”

“Pfft. Super strength.”

“You’re pretty much half-way there already Zee…” Dave states, and everyone laughs.

“I’d love to be a shape shifter. Like Mystique,” Lucy says wistfully.

“Pretty blue lady…” Sam says, winking, before turning to Mercedes. “Trust me, you wouldn’t want mind reading in a high school filled with teenage boys.”

“Hey! Girls have those type of thoughts too!” Lucy interjects and Sam grins, eyes lighting up.

“Maybe mind reading wouldn’t be so bad then.” They all laugh again.

“Super speed. That’s what I’d want. Or maybe flying. No wait, laser eyes like Cyclops. Yeah. No. Super intellect. Wait. Could I fly and set stuff alight?”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never actually have to choose huh?” Dave teases, grinning and reaching over to ruffle Blaine’s wild curls, because his eyes have gone wide in frantic need to make a decision and he glares back at him.

“Like you could choose only one.”

“Easy. Time control. The ability to travel through time, and also freeze time for everyone else. Yep. I’d rock it so bad… and go back and meet a couple of scientists while I was at it.”

“Dude, you’re such a geek…” Az mutters, rolling his eyes and Dave laughs, leaning over and punching him in the shoulder.

“Yeah, you love it.”

“I’d love it more if you didn’t kill of my character every couple of months.”

“Try giving it a higher intelligence next time and maybe it’ll survive.”

“Ha fucking ha,” Az replies, standing with his tray. He’s grinning though, so he knows he’s been forgiven for killing off his character. Out of all of them Az likes creating new characters the most so he feels the less guilt about killing them. Unlike Mercedes who draws pictures and creates entire pictorial wardrobes for her characters. He’s always fudged a couple of rolls when it comes to hitting her character because last time she’d actually cried.

TLOT

Burt Hummel is not what he expected and he looks around the garage just incase there’s someone else that possibly fits the bill. Nope. The fact that the guy walking towards him has a little patch with the name Burt embroidered on it is pretty much a clincher.

“Hi, I’m David Karofsky… uh,” he pauses, and he can’t exactly call Hummel Hummel to his dad. “I’m going to be tutoring Kurt?” He sticks his hand out to shake, like his dad taught him to do when meeting new people. It’s waved away and a grease covered hand is held up in explanation.

“Don’t want you getting grease on your hands. Right. Yeah. He said you’d be stopping by. You’re not exactly what I was expecting…”

He feels like responding with a ditto, or likewise but instead smiles and shrugs, wondering what he expected exactly. He’s dressed in his usual clothes of jeans, long sleeved polo, one with a Superman logo on it today, over which he’s wearing a short sleeved check shirt. His glasses are thin wire-rimmed ones he’s had since middle-school and his hair is longer than he usually wears it, mainly because he’s been ignoring his mom’s pleas for him to get it cut.

“So, about Kurt… you know he’s gay?”

He blinks, because of all the things to be asked, that hadn’t been something that had crossed his mind. He’d expected questions about his GPA and any previous tutoring experience. Not this.

“Uh, no offence sir, but it’s kind of hard to miss.”

“Hmm,” Mr Hummel says, as if conceding he has a point. “That okay with you?”

“Uh, that would be highly hypocritical of me if it wasn’t…” he starts, and then wonders whether coming out to Kurt Hummel’s dad is the wisest move and stops, frozen for a moment while he considers what to say next.

“You too huh?”

“Hmm? What sorry?” He asks, snapping his head up from studying the oil-stained concrete while trying to figure out what to say.

“You too? Gay?”

“Uh…” What the hell?

“It’s okay if you are. Although, are you interested in my son at all?”

He feels his mouth open in shock and then he snaps it shut and shakes his head automatically.

“Sir, Mr Hummel, there would never be anything between Kurt and I. Opposite ends of the food chain. Even if we did like each other nothing would happen. He’s a Cheerio. Also, he doesn’t know I’m gay, so if you could uh, not tell him?” He asks hopefully, and he wishes like hell he could take back half of what he just said, but he’s crap at lying when faced with parental figures.

“Okay, I won’t tell him. But what do you mean opposite ends of the food chain?”

“Uh. I’m a geek. My size stops me being picked on physically but it doesn’t stop the name calling.”

Mr Hummel’s eyes narrow and he feels like he’s being weighed, measured and considered. It has to be one of the most nerve wracking experiences to date, and he’s already had a couple of interviews for college.

“Has Kurt called you names?”

He opens his mouth to answer and promptly snaps it shut, eyes darting to the side and he shakes his head. He’s not telling Hummel’s dad on him. That would ruin any possibility of them being able to be civil to each other. He looks up to the hard pinched mouth and cold eyes of Burt Hummel and he’s suddenly terrified of him, because he’s reminded of a mother lion protecting it’s cub and he swallows nervously.

“It was nice meeting you David. Thank you for agreeing to tutor Kurt. I’ll see you around.”

He’s clearly being dismissed and he smiles tightly, turning to leave.

“David! One more thing, I won’t tell him anything about you. But I will be having a talk to him.”

He closes his eyes and cringes, because he can’t see that going well at all.

TLOT

They don’t kill each other, which he knows is over dramatic, but they don’t end up screaming at each other either, which is nothing short of a miracle. He figures out what Hummel’s aptitude is and what areas need work by going through his previous tests, essays and assignments. Hummel sits and sullenly watches him, as if it’s somehow his fault that he needs tutoring.

He figures he probably needs to start with the basics in most subjects and he outlines his idea of three ninety-minute sessions a week to start with, saying they can increase of decrease the time as needed. Hummel is amazingly agreeable, although he’s pretty sure he’s pissed about something and the only thing he can think it is, is the fact he needs a tutor. He’d reassure him if he felt it would be received well and instead just keeps his mouth shut in that regard. He’s walked to the front door and he nods in farewell.

“See you Monday.”

“Looking forward to it,” Hummel replies, smiling so falsely sweet it sets his teeth on edge.

“Oh yeah, me too.”

When the door slams shut the instant he’s cleared the threshold he has to remind himself of the steady income and that he would actually be doing him a favor, regardless of how badly the favor is being received. He sighs and heads for Blaine’s place. It’s his turn to host everyone for dinner and their monthly board game night and he just hopes that they can improve his mood.

CHAPTER FOUR