The Laws of Thermodynamics - Chapter Twelve

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Title: The Laws of Thermodynamics

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky
Rating: NC17
Word count: ~4,000 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.

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

Author’s note: Remember the Burt Hummel that would have let Kurt and Brittney have sex?

PART TWELVE

Awkward. That and way too turned on to be sitting down to dinner with Kurt’s family. His dad actually looks amused and he wonders if the guy actually still likes him or whether there’s a whole new set of rules now that he’s a little more than just Kurt’s tutor. Definitely more. He can still feel the press of Kurt’s lips on his, his legs and body pressed against him, the feel of his hair against his fingertips. He’d initially not wanted to kiss him, but had completely vetoed that part of his brain, overridden, he knows logically, by hormones, but he can’t find it anywhere in himself to care as he’d kissed Kurt. Up until his dad had interrupted them anyway. Then he’d felt the first trickle of doubt and fear and had suddenly understood Kurt’s query about being scared.

He’s not scared exactly, but he suddenly feels like he’s got to pass some test, one he hasn’t studied for, doesn’t know the format for and fully expects a pop-quiz on the contents along the way. That feeling of sick nerves is definitely worming its way around his gut and he hopes that Burt Hummel is actually the same reasonable man he met in the garage weeks ago, and hasn’t turned into some overly protective scary parent who is willing to threaten prospective boyfriends into submission. He frowns, he isn’t prospective, he’s already Kurt’s boyfriend. Right? That’s what happens when you start dating someone. Maybe he should seek some clarification on that point.

“So, Dave, given any thought about what you’re going to do after school?”

Wow. He hasn’t even fully sitting down yet. But at least it’s started now, and he knows the answer to this at least. In fact, if they’re questions about him, then he might actually be okay.

“Yes sir. I’m going to Ohio State to study medicine.”

Kurt’s head snaps up from across the table, and he guesses they haven’t really talked very much, outside tutoring and just school stuff in general. Burt Hummel is nodding, clearly impressed that he has his life mapped out, and he doesn’t miss the look he gives Kurt and Kurt’s responding eye roll. He’s lucky in that he’s always known what he wants to do, has had years to think about it and had parents that have supported his dream and given him ample opportunities to experience what it might be like. Numerous camps and workshops have made him more than aware of all the different possible job prospects out there.

“You can call me Burt,” Mr Hummel informs him and he nods, but inwardly he is a little weirded out. He’s only just started calling Kurt Kurt, so maybe he should just take some baby steps.

“Any particular area of medicine?” Carol asks, placing a large casserole dish in the centre of the table.

“Ah, yeah. Medical physics actually. I have to get my medical degree first, but I’m interested in the graduate program at the University of Chicago.”

That’s met with silence and he ducks his head, biting his lip, suddenly self-conscious. This is why he normally keeps his mouth shut except when he’s with friends or family, they understand every little thing that comes out of his mouth, or enough to give him shit for being wrong. He knows he has the next six or seven years of his life fairly set in stone. Not that he’s unwilling to admit he might change his mind, but he’s wanted this since he was eleven.

Kurt looks curious though, and he smiles hesitantly at him across the table, and he’s pretty sure the seating plan has been organized solely to spite them, although he hopes like hell that it’s Kurt foot pressing against his ankle and not Hudson’s. Fortunately conversation slides into more neutral territory, with football coming up, and he can contribute to that, although he can tell Hudson and both the Hummels are surprised and he rolls his eyes inwardly at the stereotyping. Him and Az have always been fans, and Blaine watches for the tight pants if nothing else, making comments with Lucy and Mercedes.

It’s actually pretty comfortable, after the discomfit of being found making out with Kurt nothing he is asked makes him squirm or feel embarrassed. Kurt’s foot has left his ankle and travelled up to rest on his knee. He doesn’t know what Kurt’s playing at exactly, but he’d smiled slyly at him before wiggling his foot a little. He’d smiled back, amused but also curious about why Kurt seemed so insistent on touching him.

“Right, Kurt, you go and help Carol with the dishes. Finn, you have a nice time with Rachel. My and David are going to have a little chat.”

His eyes shoot up to meet Burt Hummel’s face, then to Kurt, who looks seriously pissed off.

“Really dad? Really?”

“Yes. Really. Now shoot, the sooner I start the sooner it’ll be over and then I’ll relieve you of your dish washing duties.”

Kurt’s foot disappears from his knee and he actually misses the warmth, Kurt mouths what looks like ‘I’m so sorry’ at him and he just shrugs and smiles. He’s gone back to not being afraid, follows Mr Hummel back through to the lounge and knows he blushes when Mr Hummel raises an eyebrow at the seat where he was previously sitting and indicates for him to sit down, taking the single-seat recliner opposite him, leaning forward and clasping his hands in front of him.

“Right. Look, I know you’re a good kid. Smart. Kind. I just want Kurt to sweat a little. How’s school for you now?”

“Uh…” he doesn’t know what to say, suddenly realizing that of course Mr Hummel told Kurt off for bullying him, and others. Not that Kurt didn’t need to be reined in, but that he needed an outside influence for it to happen. “It’s much better. For a lot of people.”

He notes the tightening of the jaw and mouth muscles, but receives a sharp nod and what he guesses is an understanding look, or an assessing one. He’s not exactly sure.

“So, you probably know this already, but Kurt is a strong minded individual. If you do anything that pisses him off I know I’ll hear about it. Along with the rest of the neighborhood most likely. You just keep that in mind hmm?”

“Yes sir. But I can hold my own against him. I’m not exactly a wilting flower.”

“I don’t doubt it son. And I imagine that’s part of why Kurt likes you.” He ducks his head in a semblance of a nod, because hearing someone else say it, that Kurt likes him, from Kurt’s dad no less, it’s a weird sort of validation. “It’s my job to protect Kurt, as much as I can, but I also need to be his parent. And I can’t protect him from everything. I’m not going to make empty threats about hunting you down if you hurt him, because he’s just as likely to hurt you. Just, try and be good for each other. I’ll be telling him the exact same thing.”

It’s more than what he’s received from either of his parents, when it comes to actual relationship advice, his mom far too excited about him dating to actually offer anything even bordering on practical words. And he’s pretty sure Kurt won’t get any type of talking to if they ever reciprocate this type of dinner type thing. He nods and mumbles ‘thanks’ under his voice, accepting the pat on his shoulder as Mr Hummel walks past. It takes quite a while before Kurt appears, and he guesses he’s just had a talking to, or something, because he actually looks worried, and a little rushed.

“Oh, you are still here. Great.”

“Did you think I’d leave without saying goodbye?”

“Well, my dad just made some pithy comment about scaring you away for good and… well…”

“I told you I wasn’t afraid of him.”

“I know, but you did actually look a little frightened when he caught us kissing.”

“Nerves. So, uh, what are the plans for the rest of the night?”

He doesn’t actually know, if maybe Kurt wants to go to the movies, or if he should go home now that dinner is over, although the sudden lapful of Kurt tells him that he is apparently not going anywhere and he’s actually got Kurt Hummel sitting on his lap.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” Kurt grins. “I think we should probably talk, get to know each other better. I didn’t know you want to be a doctor.”

He’s pretty sure that talking isn’t immediately on the cards, not with the way Kurt is undulating his hips ever so slightly and he licks his lips, noticing the way Kurt’s eyes follow the movement of his tongue and no, he’s pretty sure talking is being used as a euphemism right now. Or at least he really hopes so. And he’s definitely not going to correct Kurt and tell him he actually want to be a medical physicist because that would probably kill the mood.

“Boys. Kurt? Didn’t we just have a talk about this?”

Kurt huffs in annoyance and is off his lap much too fast for his liking, but then he’s holding a hand out, eyes crinkling with amusement as Dave accepts it, enjoying the softness of the skin but also the firm strength as Kurt actually pulls him upright as he stands.

“Want to come see my bedroom?”

Holy shit.

He doesn’t risk a glance at Mr Hummel, or Mrs Hudson, but he sees two mugs, can smell coffee and then he is going down a flight of stairs, his heart beating faster with every downward step. He has no idea what Burt Hummel has said to Kurt, but obviously this is okay. The room is pretty sparse actually, he’d expected a bit more clutter and his curiosity grows as he looks around. There’s obviously an area for dancing, or cheering he supposes, a closet and a bed… which is exactly where he’s been shuffled toward. Hmm. Not that he minds being shuffled, or directed, but he kind of has ideas of his own, and he wants to try them out.

“Your dad is okay with this?”

“Mmmhmm… No double standards allowed in this house. When Carol started staying over and we talked about it and I said I could be grown up and mature about it, as long as he would be the same when I wanted to start having a boyfriend stay over.”

“Uh, I didn’t bring anything –”

“Oh, I didn’t mean tonight, that might be pushing it for a first date don’t you think?”

Fuck, he has no idea; everything they’ve done doesn’t exactly scream first date to him. Meeting the family? Dinner with said family? Kurt’s hands are on his ass, trying to encourage him onto the bed and he decides that hands on ass actually sound like a fantastic idea and he slides his hands around Kurt’s waist and down, pulling his body flush with his own, and stopping the progress toward the bed.

“I don’t know, doesn’t seem like a traditional first date so far.”

“Oh.”

He covers Kurt’s mouth with his own, feeling warm lips that vaguely taste of tomato give way, then press firmly back against his own. His stomach swoops, and his whole body is in agreement, this feels fantastic. There’s none of the shock that was present in their first kiss on Wednesday, or the surprise of the kiss just earlier that evening. It’s all warm heat, Kurt’s body pressing against his firmly, hands going to his waist, fingers grabbing his shirt and then he feels the press of a knee and then Kurt is even closer and pretty much somehow straddling his thigh while standing up, and there’s a hand in the back pocket of his jeans and it isn’t his own.

He moves his hands, winding one around a slim waist and the other he curls into the hair at the back of Kurt’s head, pressing his lips in a wet-rough-slide against Kurt’s jawline, and he can feel the tiny tiny prickle of stubble dragging against his bottom lip. It feels like Kurt’s body is thrumming, and there’s no mistaking the not-so-gentle thrusting motion that he’s making with his hips, and he wonders if Kurt is even aware of what his body is doing. He returns to Kurt’s mouth, removing his hand from Kurt’s hair with the intent to wedge it between their bodies. It feels too awkward and he gives up, instead grasping Kurt’s ass again and thrusting in time with him, although less certain, but the low humming sound Kurt makes sounds like approval, so he keeps going.

It doesn’t feel magical or romantic, but the hot coiling pressure doesn’t feel any less amazing for that. He can feel his erection, trapped hot against too-tight jeans, the friction of Kurt rubbing against him, although he can barely feel Kurt’s erection through the multiple layers of denim, and the thought of them maybe one-day doing this naked has him groaning, hands gripping firmer, lips going from softly exploratory to firm nips which cause Kurt to bare his neck which he takes as an open invitation to start sucking, licking and kissing along the length. Again his mind travels elsewhere, wondering about another sensitive length of Kurt’s body, and whether he might, one-day-soon, be allowed to give it the same treatment.

Kurt’s bucking against him, muttering under his breath and he wants to mutter back, whisper dirty filthy nothings, tell him to come in his pants, because he doesn’t want to be the only one. Wants to tell Kurt exactly what he does to him, what he wants to do to him, and everything in between. Instead all he does is make sounds that are barely recognizably English, but he doesn’t care, he can hardly breathe. He can feel Kurt’s fingers digging into his shoulder, face buried in his neck as he returns the same sucking and licking treatment and fuck it does feel good. He’s pretty sure they’re both almost panting and he grips harder, wanting just a little bit more added friction.

“Oh fuck, god… Dave… please, oh god…”

“Yeah…yeah,” the words come out in long drawn-out groans and he can’t really believe they’re doing this when a few weeks ago they weren’t even on a first name basis. He can tell when Kurt comes, the litany of swear words out of his mouth would make even Az raise an eyebrow and he likes the boneless slumping feel his body takes before he notices that there is a hand on cock, slipped between them at the horribly awkward angle and -

“Fucking hell…”

“Mmm.”

The speed, pressure and sureness of Kurt’s hand, massaging him through his jeans is knee-weakening good. It’s also the fact that it’s someone else, is attracted to him, likes him, and wants to do this with him. It’s a fantastic feeling, and every nerve ending within him tingle as he comes, holding Kurt against him as he rides out his orgasm. He’s pretty sure Kurt is smiling into his neck, he can definitely feel lips kissing softly and he turns his head, seeking out Kurt’s mouth. This kiss is slower, softer, and they don’t stop pressing against each other. He could get used to this.

“Wow…”

“Yeah…” he agrees, although he doesn’t know if it’s going to become weird now, or if they’ve broken down some barrier between them.

“So… think we can actually talk now?”

He laughs, muttering under his breath about feeling a little sticky, which gets a responding chuckle.

“Here, have a towel. You can go and use my bathroom. I’ll be here waiting.”

He pulls away, gives Kurt a shy grin and heads for the bathroom. The sight of the shower is far too tempting and he quickly turns it on, stripping down completely while it warms up. It’s an in-out job pretty much, and he dries and dresses quickly, leaving his underwear in Kurt’s laundry basket, which he hopes isn’t too presumptuous, but walking back out there with them in his hand just seems weird. Gross. Both. Kurt is on his bed, lying on his side facing the bathroom door and he pauses as he opens the door, wondering if he should mention his underwear and then deciding against it.

“You had a shower.”

“Uh, yeah. That’s okay right?”

Kurt nods furiously.

“More than okay. Although now I feel like I should go and have one… do you mind?”

“No. Of course not…”

He waits while Kurt disappears into the bathroom, looking around the room and the lack of stuff still seems really weird. There’s minimalistic, and there’s this. He wonders if maybe Kurt tidied up and was a little over zealous. He’s tempted to go and open the wardrobe door but knows with his luck he’d get snapped in the act. Hopefully he’ll be spending enough time here that he’ll soon learn if this is a normal state of affairs. He sits on the edge of the bed, grinning on and off as he recalls what just happened and waiting for Kurt to reappear.

“Sorry I took so long, I forget how good a hot shower feels.”

He doesn’t say anything in response as Kurt comes to sit beside him on the bed, and the nerves are back full force, which is unexplainable really, considering what they’ve just done, but he guesses they’re still relative strangers. Kurt smells good, fresh and damp, and he wants to inhale the scent deeply but instead inches away slightly, just incase he can’t resist. Kurt’s hand reaches out for his, fingers tracing lightly over the top of his hand.

“Lie with me.”

He watches as Kurt shuffles around and lies on his back, patting the bed beside him in invitation. He moves gingerly, slightly hesitant but then relaxes. He’s pretty sure they’re not going to be doing anything. Well, anything more.

“So…”

“Yeah. So.”

“Why medical physics?”

He turns his head to stare, unsure if Kurt is actually interested or just… well no, even if he was really bored he’s pretty sure Kurt wouldn’t ask, so he must be interested.

“Uh, medical physics is… well, the area I’m most interested in is in improving the effectiveness of radiology. Finding more effective cancer treatments.”

“Oh.” He stares at the ceiling of Kurt’s bedroom, wondering if they can actually do this, talk and manage a possible relationship that isn’t just based on the physical, because apparently they’ve got that organized already. “How do you even know about that type of job?”

“My dad is a physics professor.”

“Oh. That… must have been interesting?”

He snorts at Kurt’s very diplomatic tone of voice.

“Yeah, I kind of grew up with him reading me drafts of his physics text books. I guess I’ve always wanted to go into medicine.”

“It must be nice knowing what you want to do.”

“I – yeah. I guess it is.”

Kurt shifts, turning to face him and he shifts as well so that they’re both lying on their sides.

“You don’t have to have all the answers you know. We’re only eighteen.”

“Yeah. Tell my dad that. He thinks I should at least have some idea about what I want to do.”

With a little coaxing he gets Kurt to admit that he wants to perform professionally, be it dancing, singing or acting, he just wants to be up in front of a crowd. It sounds like Dave’s worst nightmare, but he’s seen Kurt perform and knows he’s one of those people that thrives on it. But you have to be good, and he has no frame of reference when it comes to this type of thing. He wonders if Kurt has even told his dad what he wants to do, wants to ask but stops himself.

They end up talking for hours, moving and shifting every so often until he ends up with Kurt’s head on his shoulder, body have splayed across his and they’re discussing their favorite childhood TV programs when he hears a knock on the door and Kurt calls out, telling his dad he can come in. He goes to shift away but Kurt shakes his head, murmuring something about it being his bedroom and doing what he wants. Burt Hummel appears half-way down the stairs and looks at them in surprise.

“What have you two been doing?”

“Talking dad. Why? What did you think we’d be doing?”

His dad looks a little awkward and Dave goes to open his mouth but Kurt shoots him a look that he already knows means Kurt would be pissed if he said anything so he wisely keeps his mouth shut.

“Right. Well, I just wanted to ask Dave if he has a curfew or something. It is almost midnight and I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble with your folks.”

He thanks him, but also reassures him that he doesn’t actually have a curfew, but he doesn’t add it’s because he’s never needed one before. Kurt definitely seems interested in his lack of curfew. Mr Hummel just looks between the two of them again and says he’s going to bed, instructing Dave to drive safe and to text Kurt when he gets home safely and he nods his head, kind of amazed at how quickly he’s just been accepted as part of Kurt’s life. He waits until he’s gone and then turns to Kurt.

“I should probably head home. My parents might not set me a curfew, but they stay up and wait for me to get home anyway…”

“Oh, yeah, sure, of course…” Kurt agrees, although he sounds disappointed, which he knows he shouldn’t feel glad about but he does. He hugs Kurt to him and places a quick kiss to his forehead.

“Come on, walk me to my car.”

They make out against his car for a good fifteen minutes before the chill in the air finally starts to get to both of them despite their combined body heat. They haven’t made plans to see each other over the weekend, and he doesn’t want to be the first one to bring it up. Plus he already has quite a few plans this weekend. With a final kiss he heads home, and he feels like laughing the entire way. He knows he’ll be grilled by his mom as soon as he walks in the door so he sits in his car for a good twenty minutes, just reliving every moment. He walks in the door and sure enough the light in the den is on and his parents are both sitting there and as he walks past the books go down and his mom calls out.

“How was it?”

“Good. Fine. His dad was there with Carol Hudson, and Finn as well… so it wasn’t exactly a romantic dinner for two.” He decides not to mention the period after dinner. That had definitely been… something. He grins again at the memory.

“You enjoyed it though?”

“Yeah. Of course.” He has to hold back the hysterical laughter forming in his stomach.

“Good. I’m glad. Mercedes and Lucy are up in your room. They wanted a sleepover.”

“What? Man…” There go his plans to jerk off, because making out with Kurt for a good quarter of an hour had definitely had an impact.

“They want to hear all about it. Go on, don’t keep them waiting.”

He groans and mutters about parents being too nice to his friends before stomping upstairs. The single question from his mom has been easy, but he knows he won’t be so lucky when it comes to Lucy and Mercedes. He’s not tired, still a little too wound up to just fall into bed, but he’s not exactly going to be able to relax with them there. There’s comfortable, and then there’s comfortable. He pushes the door to his bedroom open to see Lucy sitting on the pull-out bed from underneath his bed and Mercedes is sitting on an inflatable bed. They’re both engrossed in something on their laptops, and he figures they must be playing against each other.

“So, you guys seriously couldn’t wait until you saw me tomorrow?”

“Nope!” They both answer cheerfully and he starts tugging the sleeves of his shirt off, looking up at their uncustomary silence.

“What?”

“You look really happy.”

“Happier if you two weren’t here invading my space…”

Lucy and Mercedes make matching griping noises and he grins.

Yeah, he’s definitely happy.


PART SIX - Spankies