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sunmontueRating: C17
Word count: ,300 words
Warning None.
Summary: U 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: Bonus points if you can guess what game Dave is playing.
THERMODYNAMICS CHAPTERS:
CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER 12 CHAPTER 13 CHAPTER 14
SPANKIES AND POMPOMS:
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART 6 PART 7 PART 8
PART FIFTEEN
Tuesday after school he has Mathletes, which is always fun, because mainly it’s them goofing off unless they have a competition coming up. It clashes with Glee club, but again, unless there’s a competition coming up Mr Mallory just lets those in glee club go there instead. They play different board games and discuss ridiculous things which no one else would get, and these are his extended group of friends, outside his close-knit group that he’s pretty much had since middle school.
“So, you and Kurt Hummel seem pretty tight these days.”
“Uh yeah, we’re uh, together?” He doesn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but while he’s out, no one has ever really cared too much to pay that fact much attention. Until now.
“You guys are a couple? Huh. I didn’t know you were gay,” Martin says, placing down a piece of road.
“I didn’t think you were his type.”
He looks between the two of them and shakes his head, he’s pretty sure Kurt doesn’t really have a type, but he seems pretty happy with him, and if he’s dating Kurt Hummel then the fact that he’s gay is pretty obvious. He just shrugs and reaches for the dice, taking his turn. The words continue to turn over in his head though, that he’s a type. He’s just not sure what type. He sighs, he’s never liked labels, probably because they’ve always got negative connotations when people apply them to him.
“Wait, so if you’re gay then you’re not with Lucy? Do you think she’d go out with me?”
“Pfft. Martin, Luce wouldn’t date you in a million years,” Dave replies. “Why do people think I’m with Lucy anyway?”
“Cause you guys are joined at the hip. And have all those private in-jokes.”
“Because I didn’t know you were gay.”
“Why wouldn’t she date me? I’m like… awesome.”
Everyone sitting at the table raises their eyebrows and just looks at him and Martin huffs and pulls a face. It reminds him though that he wants to organize another date with Kurt, maybe something like a movie rather than just making out in their respective bedrooms. Not that he minds the making out, because he’s not an idiot, but he kind of wants to be… out. With Kurt.
“Screw you guys! If Dave can bag someone like Kurt Hummel then I am definitely going to at least ask.”
“Good luck with that,” Dave says and looks at the cards in his hand. “Anyone have any sheep?”
TLOT
He heads out to his car to wait for Lucy and Mercedes, and fuck, he supposes he really does spend a lot of time with them, but he spends just as much time with Blaine, Az and Sam. What is he meant to do? They’re his best friends. He sees a flash of red and turns, seeing Kurt and he grins, calling out his name until he can tell Kurt has head him and he waits for Kurt to change directions. He’s flushed, obviously straight from practice and he looks hot. In every way and the urge to just… kiss him it overwhelming.
“Kurt… hi. Good practice?”
He manages to just get the words out before cupping Kurt’s head in his hands and kissing him. He tastes salty and tangy and he enjoys the flavor and the flood of extra saliva in his mouth, swallowing a bit and sucking on Kurt’s lower lip before realizing that Kurt is pushing at him with a hand rather than pulling him closer. He stops and takes in the even higher color in Kurt’s cheeks. He doesn’t look upset exactly…
“Dave! I’m all gross and sweaty!”
“And?”
His mind is going to all the other ways they can get sweaty and he really doesn’t care about it, telling Kurt as much, and screw waiting for the movies this weekend, they can do that too, but he wants to hang out with him now. Tonight. Just the two of them. Fuck his hormones have a lot to answer for. He insists on Kurt coming around with his homework, and he knows his own work ethic will ensure it all gets done, because he doesn’t want Kurt’s grades slipping, not after all their hard work already. Kurt makes a flirty comment about him being distracting and he laughs self-depreciatingly.
ldquo;I always distract you don’t I?”
“Yeah, you do.”
Oh.
He smiles, suddenly feeling shy in the face of Kurt’s honesty and gives him another quick peck on the cheek before pulling back, ensuring that Kurt will come for dinner as long as it’s okay with Burt. Which he’s pretty sure it will be. He hasn’t even asked his mom, although the way she’s been acting she’ll probably insist on making Kurt’s favorite meal. They’re teasing, flirting with each other and then Kurt playfully calls him sir and fucking hell. His mouth goes dry, skin prickles and why does he have to discover things like this in the parking lot outside school? Kurt seems to like his reaction though, which he guesses is a good thing but he’s more than okay with keeping the status quo as it is. He waves as Kurt drives off, telling him he has to wait for Mercedes and Lucy, pulling his phone out of his pocket to ring his mom and asking if he can add on one for dinner.
“Blaine or Lucy?”
“Uh. Kurt actually.”
“Kurt? For dinner tonight? But – Dave. Is he a vegetarian? Allergic to anything? I can’t… you can’t just spring this on me.”
“Mom, we can just get pizza.”
“No!”
“Look, I know he’s not a vegetarian, he’s not allergic to anything that I know of. He’s just a guy mom.”
“He’s not just a guy! This is your first boyfriend, and I want us to make a good impression.”
“Uh – he’s already met you.” The thought of Kurt meeting his entire family though, his two older siblings, his cousins, grandparents… he kind of got the impression on Friday that Kurt’s family is pretty small. His family is the opposite, and sometimes he’s overwhelmed by the sheer numbers and noise they make when everyone’s together. “Mom… just, keep it small okay? We don’t need to scare Kurt away by inviting the entire freaking family.”
“Oh honey, it’ll be fine. I’ll just invite –”
“Can you… just not? Please?”
She sighs and agrees and he feels the tension in his shoulders ease a little. His grandparents can be scary intense, his mom is somehow more laidback than them. He says goodbye, telling her he’ll be home as soon as he’s dropped Lucy, Mercedes and Blaine home. He can see them approaching, arms looped and they’re still singing and he laughs, walking up to meet them.
TLOT
Dinner is normal. So freaking normal he can’t believe it. His dad doesn’t manage to make it home, which is usual, and it’s just the three of them. His mom asks questions, and it’s weird hearing her talk about being a cheerleader when she was in high school. Some of their conversation washes over his head completely and he realizes this is probably what Kurt feels like when he sits in and watches them play on Wednesday nights, although he’s pretty sure Kurt is starting to pick some things up.
After their homework is done he excuses them up to his bedroom, and he’s not quite sure how to take the arched eyebrow his mom sends his way, they’ve not really talked about stuff like this, house rules, because it’s all new territory. He just knows Kurt in his bedroom is a whole different ballgame than having Mercedes and Lucy sleep over. His mom doesn’t say anything though, which is a relief, because he’s pretty sure anything she would say would be humiliating on several levels.
He feels a little awkward as he settles himself on his bed, unsure as Kurt settles beside him, leaning against him. At least with a movie there would be something to do, although he has no idea what kind of movies they would watch. His mind is racing about what they could talk about. They’ve already covered school stuff, and he knows Kurt feels confident about his biology test yesterday. They’ve planned a dinner and movie date for this weekend and his mind drifts to earlier, and he’s kind of curious as well.
“Do you think you have a type?”
“A type? Well… apart from it being you?” He huffs out a laugh, embarrassed. Sweet is not a word he would have used to describe Kurt before, but he says things sometimes, like this, which are just unbearably sweet and corny that just fill him up with happiness. And pretty much mirror exactly what he thinks of Kurt, now that he knows him better than he did a few months ago. “Actually, I imagine you will set the bar for everyone in my future. Everyone will be compared to you. I’ll have you know you’re setting the bar pretty high …”
“Well then, other guys better just give up and you can just have me instead. The original.”
He can’t believe that Kurt is already talking about a future, a future without him in it, and he knows logically that he’s meant to be leaving for college at the end of high school, and Kurt… well, Kurt still hasn’t really decided what he wants to do exactly, but the idea of contemplating Kurt with someone else who isn’t him is… horrible.
“Sounds like a plan.”
He has to do a double take, go over in his head what he said and how Kurt’s response makes sense with regards to his comment and then he smiles slowly, pulling Kurt closer.
“Yeah. I guess it does.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
