The Laws of Thermodynamics - Chapter Five

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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: This is an AU. Just reminding you so I don’t get railed at for making Dave’s mom nice. Thanks to my friends on tumblr helping me with some lingo. Not many of you would know what Duraseal is.

 
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His parents know he’s tutoring of course. His dad mumbled about saving for college but his dad talks about saving a lot, he’s an accountant. On Wednesday he rushes home and tries to get the majority of the furniture moving done early and his mom watches, clearly amused but not offering to help. She does go and answer the door when the bell rings though, and he hears Hummel introduce himself and she invites him in, and then Kurt Hummel is standing in his house. His mom stands behind Kurt, hand waving to catch his attention before winking and giving him a thumbs up. He barely stops his eye roll. After her failure to pair him with Lucy, and then Blaine she clearly has her sights now set firmly on Kurt Hummel. Brilliant. There’s supportive, and there’s obsessed.

He smiles tightly and waves his mom off, knowing she’ll be back with milk and cookies, because apparently he’s still in elementary. And she’s nosy. God he hopes he never dates while still in Lima, it would be painful in every way to watch his mom give anyone the eleventh degree. In college he can warn the guy that his mom can be slightly… weird.  He jerks his head in the direction of the table and waves toward one of the chairs.

“Have a seat.”

Hummel nods his head sharply and he wonders if he’ll be any more polite here than at his own house. There does seem to have been a slight lessening of hostility, but it’s morphed into quiet watchfulness which is somehow more worrying. He turns to grab his books out, both those for doing his homework, and the DnD ones he can flick through and bookmark the necessary pages. Next week he’ll prepare well in advance.

“What’s this table for?”

He turns to find Hummel running a finger over the inch-grid covered table and the clear contact paper covering it. It’s his gaming table, and he doesn’t really want to give Hummel anymore reasons to mock his geekery but he shrugs, it’s not like he’s trying to impress the guy and he’s pretty sure Hummel’s opinion of him can’t get any lower.

“It’s for Dungeons and Dragons. I run a game and I draw on the table. It might help when I explain a couple of things,” he adds, realizing what he’s said is true. It might actually come in useful, and fortunately it’s been wiped clean from the previous combat he had mapped out. Hummel looks at him blankly like he’s spoken an even more foreign language than chemistry or physics before shaking his head and sliding his books out of his bag. He notes the brightly colored tabs sticking out and wonders if Hummel’s actually done some work of his own accord. He’d suggested it, but didn’t expect him to actually do it.

“So, Dave, do you mind if I call you Dave?”

“I… what?”

“It’s your name isn’t it?” Hummel snaps and he raises his eyebrows, and he knows the look on his face is probably the one Mercedes has nicknamed ‘Hold up’.  He doesn’t get why Hummel is snapping at him. “For a guy that’s meant to be smart you sure are stupid sometimes.”

“It’s not like we’re friends. Why do you want to call me Dave?” Hummel looks annoyed for some reason and he just doesn’t get it. Fuck, he’s probably going to be as terrible with guys as he would be with girls. Some people will just never make sense to him. He lets out a long sigh. “Look, if you want to call me Dave go ahead, it’s better than other things you could call me.”

Hummel rolls his eyes at him and he’s pretty sure he’s somehow pissed him off but can’t bring himself to care. It’s like a symbiotic relationship, he’s the shark and Hummel is the little pilot fish. Although at school it’s definitely the other way around. He snorts and decides to ignore his completely illogical thought processes and sets about taking Hummel through some of the exercises, surprised that he’s picked up on the biology surprisingly fast.

He hadn’t been lying when he said he wasn’t stupid, and at least where biology is concerned he’s pretty sure he’s actually being an effective tutor. The proof will be in quiz results, and he has no idea when Hummel will next be getting quizzed. Putting a time limit of just a week was probably a little rash, he probably needs a month to see whether he can make any headway on the material Hummel has fallen behind on. He sighs and starts in on the math problems, pointing out the steps he’s missed, or where he’s gone wrong. What he’d previously thought was annoyance at him is, he’s pretty sure, is actually more annoyance at himself, that he can’t seem to grasp the material. He feels more patient after that realization, remembering years ago his own frustration before it all just seemed to slot into place.

Blaine arrives early as usual, and he can tell from the little ‘meep’ that he emits and the clattering sound of him retreating when he sees Hummel. Or the back of his head at least. He lets out a huff of amusement as he glances behind him and then back at Hummel, and he’s grinning at Blaine’s absolute adorableness around Kurt Hummel. Heaven forbid Blaine thinks the guy is human. Or somehow imperfect.

“Who was that?”

“Blaine. You know, the president of your fan club.”

“I have a fan club?”

He snorts, because he’d been joking, but Hummel’s eyes have gone wide as if he thinks it’s actually a possibility. He shakes his head, amused.

“Yeah, with one member. Blaine.”

“Oh.”

He frowns, because weirdly Hummel looks hurt by the comment and he wonders whether he should say something, to correct his impression that he was somehow making fun of him when he was really poking fun at Blaine’s obsession. Nah. Hummel can do with being brought down a peg or two. They keep working, and he can hear Blaine starting to sing, and he wonders if he can somehow give Blaine’s character, an elven bard, laryngitis.

“Kurt wasn’t it? Did you want to stay for dinner? There’s plenty.”

“Thanks, but my dad’s expecting me home for dinner.”

“Maybe next week then,” his mom states, and it’s so clearly a question he wants to take off his socks and shove them both in her mouth. He doesn’t want his Wednesday nights intruded upon anymore than they already are and he tries glaring at her, using his non-existent mind control to get her to just go away.

“Maybe,” Hummel replies noncommittally, and he’s thankful Hummel at least can somehow read his mind.

He hears the front door open, Mercedes, Az, Lucy and Sam, who always come together in the same car, and anything but quiet. He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten already, but should have guessed what with his mom’s impromptu dinner invitation. He has seconds before they’re all standing in the doorway to the den, peering at him and Hummel, who has twisted in his seat and look between the four of them and back at him.

“Oh my, it’s like a little geek social event…” Hummel says, quietly enough so that he’s positive no-one else hears and he scowls.

“With that lovely note, I think it’s time for you to go…”

“I - . Oh, fine,” Hummel snaps, almost throwing his books into his bag with unnecessary force. “See you later… Karofsky.”

PART ONE of SPANKIES (Kurt's POV)