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sunmontueRating: 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: My congratulations if you managed to make it through the last chapter and not be put off the story – I am trying to find a balance between those of you that are all “Eee! BBT! DnD! Gaming! Munchkin! StarTrek! (Etc.)” and the others that are “Kurtofsky! Smut! UST! Get it on already!”
CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX
PART SEVEN
It’s been a week now, and he’d been an idiot to underestimate Mercedes. She’s a smart woman, however prone to wild theories she can be. This time there does seem to be something to back this particular wild theory up though. Hummel smiles at him. Not just him, but all of them, like he’s taken them under his red-and-white pleated cape to somehow include them in his social circle. Not that there is anything more than smiles, and he still catches Hummel glaring at him occasionally, but maybe she’s right; he seems angry about something and thinking Hummel’s angry at him is a little self-absorbed. Hummel probably has other things on his mind.
He knows that he’s being an effective tutor, but only because Mr Mallory had taken him aside and said he’d already noted a marked improvement in Hummel’s attention in class, his workings and in the questions he’s asking. He gets a little thrill knowing that, even if Hummel hasn’t said anything. The tutoring sessions become a bit more relaxed for him after that, knowing that he’s doing a good job. However last night he’d practically sprinted to his car though, leaving Hummel’s in such a rush to get home he knows it was bordering on rude.
“Hey Karofsky, can I talk to you for a second?”
He shouldn’t be surprised, but he’s pretty sure this is the first time Hummel has spoken to him in view of other people. Spoken to him normally that is. The hall is busy with students and Mercedes is looking smug and he rolls his eyes at her.
“Yeah, sure. What about?” No one looks surprised that they’re talking to each other, although the slight surreal aspect of it is hard to shake.
“I just thought after your spectacularly rushed exit last night we could just move the Wednesday sessions to your house every week. If that suits you of course?”
Of course it suits him, but now he is definitely surprised, because the offer is considerate. More than considerate, generous. He’s getting paid to tutor Hummel at his home, and only two weeks in Hummel seems to want to make things easy for him.
“Uh… that would be, you don’t have to, but, that would be really cool if you don’t mind. Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I weren’t sure. And you never know, that table might actually come in handy.”
He snaps his mouth shut, sure he’s imagined the little hint of innuendo and nods his head.
“Thanks. That’s…” really nice of you. “Thanks.”
“No problem. See you guys later.”
He waves and smiles as he backs away, people automatically getting out of his way, the Cheerios uniform clearly acting like a mini force field, and he stands there waiting for the other shoe to drop. This is just too weird.
“Do you think we somehow slipped into an alternate reality in our sleep last night?”
“I’d hope that if I slipped into an alternate reality it would be one where I’d already finished high school. This has a kind of scary-creepy dream or pod person feel to it.”
“I thought you said last week he was nice.”
“What? I never said he was nice. I said he wasn’t usually angry. He’s usually so happy and peppy and go team! Seeing him look pissed off was unusual. Real. You know?”
He stares after Hummel and wonders, because maybe his anger is more real than anything else, and for some reason Dave brings it out in him. Except that anger has lessened considerably for some reason, almost gone overnight.
“So what do you make of that little conversation then?”
“Honestly? I have no idea.”
TLOT
On Wednesday night a week later when Hummel says ‘Have a good time guys. See you in school tomorrow’ he isn’t the only one left with their mouth gaping open. The smiles have remained bright and friendly, and now that he thinks about what Mercedes said, it does seem a little fake sometimes, like he’s putting on an act. Not that he’s complaining, because he much prefers his friends slushy and dumpster-toss free; but he’s not a fan of hiding or pretending. The more he gets to know Hummel, he’s pretty sure a lot of what he says and does is an act. Still, he doesn’t know anything for certain, and it doesn’t impact on his ability to learn so he lets it slide.
TLOT
“Wow, you’re really getting this.”
“I did tell you I wasn’t stupid,” Hummel retorts, and he shakes his head at the immediately defensive tone of his voice. He’s pretty sure he must sometimes just rub Hummel the wrong way, but he knows the other boy is trying and he has to at least meet him halfway. Or try to.
“I know you’re not, but I mean, we hadn’t even covered this bit yet and you’ve already studied ahead…”
Now that they’ve covered the basics and managed to catch up on all the class work so far in the year he hadn’t expected Hummel to be proactive and read ahead. Hummel looks flustered? Embarrassed? He doesn’t get it but he shrugs, because there’s a lot about Kurt Hummel which he doesn’t get.
“I do want to learn this stuff you know.”
He sighs and shakes his head again, maybe it’s a bad day or something because Hummel hasn’t been this snappish in ages, but he’s pretty sure it’s not him that Hummel is annoyed with.
“Look, I know you do. I think it’s great you’re studying ahead. Really. I just… I’m impressed at how far you’ve come in such a short period of time. It’s great. Soon you won’t need me anymore.”
“What? No. You’re really helping. So much of this just didn’t make sense before and now… well, Mr Mallory and the others were right when they said you’d be the best person to help me.”
Hummel is definitely blushing now and he frowns, running the words over in his head and wow, okay, maybe, just maybe he’s being flirted with. He’s never been flirted with before so it’s hard to know. No, he decides, Hummel doesn’t even know he’s gay, so he can’t actually be intentionally flirting, just being friendly, like he has been for the last couple of weeks. That sounds way more plausible at least. He smiles slightly in return, shrugs and starts in on the universality of motion and relativity, the newest subject they’re attempting to cover.
TLOT
“Damn. Fuck. Shit.”
“Are we swearing alphabetically again?” Az asks.
“No. I can’t find the campaign book.”
He looks immediately to Blaine, who is sitting there eyes wide and shaking his head, hands held up in supplication. He’s been the culprit the last two times his book has gone missing, but he’s pretty sure that this time it’s his fault. Mixing text books and gaming books is a recipe for disaster, especially when the current campaign book is such a slim volume.
“Just give me a second to go upstairs and check my room, otherwise we’ll just have to proceed from my memory and wing it for the night.”
A quick scramble through the books in his room is fruitless and he sighs. It’ll turn up, somewhere random and unexpected, like among his mom’s recipe books, or music books or with his dad’s cryptic crossword puzzles. He trudges downstairs and he knows the look on his face is all the answer his friends need to know he had no luck in finding the book. At least he has the scraps of paper he made notes on, which should be enough to keep them busy, as long as they don’t completely go off-road again.
He’s relieved when they decide to head back to the city to cash in their loot, something he can gloss over without the lack of book hindering the story line. He hears his mom go and answer the doorbell when it rings, but he’s too busy rolling up what will potentially be a record haul for the party. Blaine’s character’s charisma modifier goes a long way to ensuring they receive top money for the gear they’ve collected along the way. Mercedes and Az’s characters are making plans to visit their various temples and Sam’s character goes shopping for spell components. Lucy is doing her nails, which is her not-so-subtle way of telling him she’s bored. A soft cough at the doorway has him looking up and Hummel is back in his house, holding his campaign book.
“Hi again, sorry, I must have picked it up by accident and I figured you’d need it for the uh, thing.”
“Game. It’s a game,” Sam mutters, but he doesn’t look up from the lists he’s pouring over. Hummel doesn’t seem overly keen to enter the room so he pushes his chair back and goes to collect his book. It’s too late now to be any use really, and Hummel could have just given it to him in school tomorrow, seeing as he’s taken to greeting him every time he sees him now, but the fact that he’s gone to the effort of driving back across town to bring it back to him is… nice.
“Thanks for bringing it back. I don’t know how it got mixed in with your books, but it’s kind of vital, so yeah, thanks for bringing it back.”
“No problem. Um. I better get going again. Enjoy the rest of your, uh, game.”
Hummel nods his head and mumbles a goodbye before leaving. He turns back to the table to find everyone grinning at him.He’s clearly missing something.
SPANKIES - Part 2
