Spankies and Pompoms - Part 5
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sunmontueRating: R13 (will be NC17)
Word count: ~2,600 words (HA! "little" installments my arse!)
Warnings: None.
Summary: AU Glee. To survive high school Kurt chose to become a Cheerio in a desperate need to fit in.
Author's note: This is a companion ficlet from Kurt's POV. Will be written in little installments.
THERMODYNAMICS CHAPTERS:
CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN
SPANKIES AND POMPOMS:
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR
PART FIVE
He can’t believe he just asked a guy out on a date. Considering that this time yesterday his biggest worry was the physics test and keeping Dave unaware that maybe he had a little bit of a crush on him… And now he’s kissed him, discovered that he’s not actually straight and has asked him out on a date. Not to mention the little crush has bloomed into something far more intense now that he knows that Dave can and may actually return his interest. And he’s pretty sure he does.
“What are you looking so happy about?”
“I have a date.”
“What? Really? Who with?”
“Yes really. And you know the guy who’s been tutoring me?” At Rachel’s nod he ducks his head, smiling.
“Ew. Really? He’s not exactly…”
“What? Your type? Well, he’s definitely mine. He’s smart, cute and he’s gay.”
He doesn’t add that he likes the look of Dave’s hands, and arm muscles, and he still wants to ask him how he actually gets those muscles, because he doesn’t exactly strike him as a guy that chooses to work out. There are actually dozens of little things he’s come to notice about Dave, but knows that they’ll be lost on Rachel so he’s not going to waste his breath.
“So I guess everyone stopping the bullying really helped huh?”
“Rachel, were you ever bullied? In middle school or anything?”
“Yeah, of course. Mainly about my dads. I got called a lot of names.”
“Remember how shit you felt when people called you those names?”
She nods silently, face falling a bit and he knows he’s getting his message across. It took his dad to remind him of that, and the speed at which that feeling had become a squashed and unhappy memory had only proved to him how much he didn’t like being on the receiving end.
“That’s why I wanted to stop the bullying. It’s not nice for anyone, and I don’t like the idea that I make people feel that way about themselves.”
She nods again and he nods in agreement before looping arms with her and heading to class. His mind is on tomorrow night, and his dad usually goes to Carol’s for dinner, and his mind freezes a little on that though, because surely his dad wouldn’t just leave him alone on a Friday night. There’s encouraging him to get out there and date, and then there’s handing him condom’s, a leaflet about safe sex and dropping him off outside a gay club. He frowns, his dad must mean to stay home for dinner and then leave when Dave leaves. His dad might be fairly liberal but he’s pretty sure he isn’t that liberal.
He doesn’t know if he should make a special effort about what to wear tomorrow. After school that is, he’ll wear his Cheerio uniform like every other day otherwise he’d incur the wrath of Coach Sylvester. After school though he’ll have maybe ten minutes tops before Dave arrives to tutor him, and he wonders if they’ll actually get any tutoring done. Not if he has any say on the matter, but he fully expects Dave to act all professional and insist on the tutoring session before any other sort of activity can possibly happen.
Thinking about other types of activities make his body feel warm and he wonders what it will feel like to make out with him, Dave, to touch his skin, to have him touch his skin. Those thoughts going through his mind he mentally goes through his wardrobe. He needs something not too tight, that a hand can get underneath. Fuck. Maybe he’s being a little to optimistic. Or fast. Does he care what other people think of him? No, not really. But he does care what Dave thinks, and he kind of wants to let him know he’s never done anything before. Ever.
*Pompoms*
When he sees Dave the next day at school he almost has to do a double take, because now he knows he was right to be concerned about what to wear. Dave is wearing jeans. Denims that are dark blue and much more fitting than the pairs of pants he usually wears and he isn’t even aware his mouth is open until he feels a hand under his chin forcing him to snap his jaw together. Rachel.
“Okay, I can kind of see the appeal in that.”
“Him. Dave. He isn’t a that.”
“Well, whatever. Either way he scrubs up quite well now doesn’t he?”
“Yeah. Yeah he does.”
The top he’s wearing is a long sleeved red t-shirt, with a red-and-white check shirt over the top, one he’s seen many time before, so it seems like he’s gone to half the effort, unless he also plans to change after school. He bites his lip, the idea of them changing together is completely ridiculous, but it still makes his skin prickle.
“You really like him.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Well. Good luck tonight. I think you’ll need it with Finn there.”
“Wait, what?”
“Finn… he cancelled our date because he apparently has to have a family dinner at your place. You didn’t know?”
“No! God! My dad is so dead!”
“Well, when you talk to him tell him I’m insulted not to be invited to a family dinner. Finn and I have been going out for nearly three years now.”
“Rachel! I have more important things to talk to him about! Like the fact that my date has three other people already in attendance. I don’t need you there as well!”
She huffs and he can tell she’s a little annoyed, but quite frankly he’s a lot annoyed, mainly that his dad hasn’t said a word. He’s about to stomp outside and call him when he catches the smile from Dave, who waves and mouths ‘hi’ silently. He grins back, waves his hand, feeling suddenly warm and a little embarrassed. They haven’t really spent any time together since Wednesday, except for the awkward few minutes yesterday when he asked him out. He’s hoping that the awkwardness will fade. It has to.
*Spankies*
He drives home as fast as he can without breaking the speed limit. His dad has rules. And then he has rules. He’s pretty sure his feet don’t touch the ground as he runs up the stairs, pulling the red and white uniform over his head as he goes. Lying on his bed, exactly where he left them this morning, are his jeans, wife beater and a black-and-white checkered shirt. Not exactly haute couture but it’s different enough from what he usually wear that he hopes it looks like he’s made some sort of an effort. He hopes so anyway, because it took him a couple of hours to decide.
He looks at his reflection in the mirror and tries to be objective. He’s pretty sure he looks good, although Dave has never really given him any real outward indication that he thinks Kurt is anything special. Maybe he only started to like him after getting to know him? There are so many things he doesn’t know about Dave yet, the fact that he didn’t even know he was gay a clear indication of that. He hears the knocking on the front door and takes a last look and turns to go and answer the door.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
The first thing he notices is that Dave has changed as well. Just his top-half, so the tighter jeans are still very much clinging to what he has to guess are muscled thighs. His shirt is mainly white, and there’s some form of tiny detailing on the collar and cuffs which he doesn’t recognize outright. There’s the all too familiar t-shirt under the shirt, and he lets his mind run riot at the thought of what it might hide.
“Can I come in?”
“Oh, uh, sure, of course.”
He tries not to feel embarrassed by the fact that he was just standing there and staring at him. Judging from the color in Dave’s cheeks he’s just as embarrassed, which he takes as a good sign.
“So, I talked to Mr Mallory today, and he didn’t tell me your grade, but he said you’d be very happy.”
The last thing he cares about is his test result but he smiles, following Dave through to the dining room where he fortunately threw his bag as he ran past. While he didn’t want to really have a tutoring session he’s actually glad they have the familiar routine to help ease the nerves because things have changed. He watches as Dave pulls out books and he lets out a slow quiet breath of his own before doing the same.
It’s calming actually, going over the ever increasing base of his knowledge in preparation for his biology test on Monday, and as Dave runs through a range of questions, quizzing him. Every time he gets a right answer, which is more often than not, Dave smiles with pleasure and his breath catches at the look on his face. He wants to put that look there for other reasons.
“Kurt? Are you home?”
“In here Carol…” he calls out, then turns to Dave, wishing he didn’t have to explain. “I’m sorry, my dad’s girlfriend and her son are coming for dinner too. I only found out this morning. I hope you don’t mind, but I completely understand if you change your mind about staying.”
“Hey, it’s cool. Seriously. I don’t mind.”
“Davey? Little David Karofsky?”
“Oh god…” Dave mutters and he looks between Carol, who is now standing in the doorway, and Dave, who is looking embarrassed.
“You two know each other?”
“Davey and Finn used to be best friends, back in elementary. I see you two are still studying. I’ll leave you to it. Go and start on dinner.”
Kurt resists the temptation to let his head bang onto the table, knowing Carol has been sent to check in on him and Dave, ensure that they are actually studying and not… what? Fucking on the dining room table? His mouth goes instantly dry and he looks at the table with a new appreciation, the image of him pushing all the books and paper to the floor dramatically so that he can have sex with his boyfriend…
“Kurt? Kurt? Are you okay?”
“Uh, what?”
“You zoned out there for a second.”
“Shit. Sorry. Just, um, nervous?”
Dave is clearly skeptical but he shrugs, starting to close books and he startles, looking at the time, and it’s definitely the end of their usually tutoring session, and he’s glad Dave hasn’t decided to prolong it until dinner, although what they’re going to do for the next sixty to ninety minutes is anyone’s guess. His mind flicks back to the previous images of him laid out on the table, naked and he knows they won’t be doing that. Not with Carol in the kitchen.
He tosses up between inviting Dave up to his room, but it’s currently a mess due to his wardrobe dilemma last night and just moving through to the den.
“Um, just let me go get rid of my bag and we can go and sit in the den. I’ll be back in just a second.”
“Sure. Okay.”
He piles his books together with record speed, trying to look graceful but knowing he probably looks anything but. He dumps the books in the middles of his bed and turns around, heading straight back downstairs, groaning when he hears another voice in the den with Dave. Fucking Finn.
“Hey man.”
“Finn.”
He shoots an apologetic glance toward Dave who fortunately just looks amused before lowering himself onto the opposite end of the sofa where Dave has made himself comfortable. Or uncomfortable rather. The presence of Finn can’t exactly be conducive to comfort and he wonders if this is what his dad had intended, to potentially cock-block him at every turn, not that he even needs blocking yet, it’s a first date. Maybe he’s ensuring there aren’t going to be any more dates after this, because that seems the most likely scenario right now.
Finn seems completely oblivious, talking about some kind of computer game that Dave seems to know something about and he sits there, listening and feeling slightly like the third wheel, although it does give him plenty of opportunities to watch Dave, and he’s rolled up his sleeves at some point, and there are forearms with hair and he wonders what the texture is like. His own is so sparse he’s been asked if he waxes. If only.
“So, mom said you have a date tonight. When does he get here?”
Kurt can’t help rolling his eyes and Dave huffs.
“I’m his date Hudson.”
“Huh?”
“Me. I’m his date.”
“Oh. Cool. Really? Cool.”
He’s amused by Finn’s apparent lack of things to say, the conversation suddenly running dry as he stares at Dave like he’s a new species or something. Seeing an opening and not willing to pass it up he suggest Finn go and help Carol in the kitchen and he jumps at the chance. He’s had to make himself scarce on too many of Finn’s and Rachel’s dates to feel any guilt whatsoever. He scoots along the sofa, not stopping to think about it, because if he does he’ll over think it and be frozen with indecision.
“Hi.”
“Hi again. I am really sorry about, well, what’s to come. I mean, my dad hasn’t even turned up yet…”
Dave’s hand reaches for his, and it’s the first time they’ve actually touched since Wednesday, when he’d kissed him, and Dave’s hand feels dry and cool, not sweaty and hot like own, and now he feels even more self-conscious about the possibility of hot sweaty hands.
“Kurt, relax, I’m not scared of your dad.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really. I mean, should I be?”
“I… I just thought that’s how it worked.”
“Maybe if I hadn’t already met your dad several times.”
He’s pretty sure Dave is actually trying to reclaim his hand, but despite his worry about clammy hands he decides to maybe give him something else to focus on, seeing as he isn’t afraid of his dad. He moves swiftly, pulling his knees up so he’s kneeling on the sofa, his left hand still clasped in Dave’s right. Dave is wide-eyed, and he’s actually taller than him in this position, and he fully expects Dave to say something, or pull away, anything that will slow things down.
Instead he feels fingers at the back of his head, gentle pressure and Dave is twisting to face him, pulling him toward him with their clasped hands. A dozen thoughts run through his mind, kissing, what do I do with my other hand, mmm, lips, teeth, is that tongue? Oh fuck, closer, stubble, smells amazing.
He’s pretty sure he’s over thinking everything, and he flicks his eyes open, wanting to see if Dave is watching him, because he kind of feels like this is somehow a test as well, and he’s used to Dave testing him. In fact, while this might be his first proper make out session he doesn’t know if the same is true of Dave. In fact, with Blaine as his best friend maybe they’ve experimented together. He doesn’t like the idea at all, but there’s nothing he can do about it.
Dave’s eyes are indeed open and are watching him intently. He pulls back, lips clinging a bit to Dave’s and his bottom lip especially feels overly sensitive. His stomach is doing high flips, making his heart seem to beat irregularly every three beats or so and he wonders if this is normal. He’s almost straddling one of Dave’s legs and unbeknownst to him his other hand has found its way to Dave’s shoulder. He doesn’t have time to savor the shoulder when there’s coughing and they both crane their heads.
“You two done? Dinner’s on the table.”
He scrambles from his position and wonders exactly how long his dad has been there, and he chances a quick glance at Dave, who despite his earlier words is looking absolutely terrified, but then shakes it off, shoulders going back as he stands and he has to hide his smile of amused amazement. This is his boyfriend. Meeting his dad. Not something he ever really expected to happen until later in life.
“Mr Hummel.”
“David. Nice to see you again.”
“Uh, thanks.”
He grins as he looks between them, and he wonders if they’ll have anything in common. His dad seems to be carrying out the same type of study of him and Dave before he gives them one final look and turning back toward the dining room. He reaches out and gives Dave’s hand a tight squeeze and urges him to follow, and he’s pretty sure he hears Dave mutter ‘Great. Now I’m worried’ under his breath.
CHAPTER TWELVE - Thermodynamics
