Spankies and Pompoms - Part 9

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Title: Spankies and Pompoms (Companion fic to "Laws of Thermodynamics")

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky
Rating: NC17
Word count: 1,500
Warnings: None.
Summary: AU Glee To survive high school Kurt chose to become a Cheerio in a desperate need to fit in.

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 TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN

SPANKIES AND POMPOMS:

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT


            At school the next day he feels Dave behind him, at least he assumes it’s Dave because no one else would stand that close and run a finger up his ribs like that and he presses back into him, smiling automatically.
            “Hi.”
            “Hi. Sleep well?”
            “Oh yes… you?”
            “Like a baby…”
            “Oh my god, the rumors are true. You two are actually going out! Finally!”
            “You’re dating him?” The derision in Santana’s voice makes his skin crawl, and he really wishes he could say or do something that would just… shut her up. “A chubby guy that’s going to be bald before he’s thirty. You can do better than that Hummel, even with the slim pickings in Lima there has to be someone better than him.”
            He flushes, because it’s more than just dating for him, he’s in love with Dave, although he hasn’t said anything about that to Dave of course. He shakes his head and realizes that Dave has gone stiff and tense behind him, stepping away and he turns to meet hard eyes, the shut-off angry looking ones he remembers from a few months ago. He frowns, wondering what’s caused it exactly.
            “See you later Hummel.”
            What the actual fuck?
            “Dave! Wait!”
            Dave doesn’t even turn around and he wants to go after him, because he needs to know what the hell his problem is but the warning bell is ringing and his class is in the opposite direction and he might not be the best student in the class but he is never late. He turns to Santana, who is looking particularly smug and he feels like slapping her.
            “Just because you’ve slept with every guy on the football team doesn’t mean I want to. Dave actually likes me unlike the people that fuck you.”
            He turns and walks away, chest heaving with rage and concern but he can’t do anything about it. Twenty minutes into class he’s able to send a quick ‘What’s wrong?’ text message, although he’s fairly certain Dave’s phone is probably on silent in his bag. There’s still no reply and at lunch he gets the evil eye from all of Dave’s friends. Dave is missing though. If it weren’t for the glares being sent his way he’d be worried that something was wrong. He eats quickly before heading to the library, because he’s pretty sure that’s where he’ll find Dave.
            “Kurt. Hey.”
            “Sebastian. Hi. Can I help you?” He sounds terse, but he can’t help it, he can see the door of the library behind Sebastian and he just wants to go and find Dave.
            “Yeah, not so much. It’s more me helping you.”
            “Why would you do that?” He asks, eyes narrowing.
            “Santana is… holding something over me, and I’m kind of over it. I’m holding something over her too, but I’m not going to say anything about it.”
            “Okay… that sounds ominous.”
            Sebastian shrugs and looks away for a brief moment.
            “Blaine’s single right?”
            “I – what? How do you even know who Blaine is?”
            Sebastian blushes, looking uncomfortable and he knows he’s looking gob smacked, but ­–
            “Holy shit. You’re gay.”
            “Not so loud Hummel, I don’t think the people in fucking Westerville heard you.”
            “Fuck. Sorry sorry… just. This is so weird. I used to think that I was the only one.”
            “That’s a little self-absorbed, but okay…”
            “So Blaine huh?”
            “Yeah, he’s kind of cute.”
            He pulls a face, because no, he just can’t see it, but then again it takes all sorts.
            “He’s also painfully single. You want me to find out if he lusts after any of the football players?”
            “Could you?”
            “I… of course. Oh my god. I get to have a gossip session about cute guys on the football team and not feel like I am perving on my friend’s boyfriends and it getting back to them. I mean, it’s just awkward.”
            “Try showering with them,” Sebastian mutters. “Not that I think of any of them as attractive anyway, but they wouldn’t see it that way. Just… can you keep it pretty quiet?”
            “Of course. Uh. Can I tell Blaine? Because if you want to ask him out and keep it quiet then surprising him means everyone within a five mile radius will hear his excitement. I mean, he’s still weirdly excited about just having me talk to him. It’s a bit creepy actually,” he adds as an afterthought.
            “Yeah, sure. Just him and Dave though. He seems pretty gone on you.”
            “Yeah, not so much right now. I think we just had out first fight. Second fight.”
            “Well, that has to have hot make-up sex benefits right?”
            “I suppose. After I go and grovel and ask for him to forgive me.”
            “Well, while you’re down on your knees…” Sebastian winks and he just staresbecause he can’t believe he’s having this type of conversation.
            “I’ll keep that in mind. I have to find him first.”
            Sebastian steps to the side to let him past and he smiles, waving and feeling weirdly buoyed by the fact that he now knows Sebastian is gay. He heads directly to Dave’s usual spot. It’s empty. Determined he starts pacing up and down the aisles, looking at the small study tables at the end of each aisle. By the time he finds him, sitting in the complete opposite location of where he usually sits he’s angry again, knowing that Dave’s been actively avoiding him. He doesn’t like being avoided.
            “Dave.”
            “…Kurt.”
            They stare at each other and his anger is bubbling away just under the surface but he’s also relieved that Dave has used his name rather than calling him Hummel like he had this morning. He also wants to kiss him, despite the anger, and share his news about Sebastian but he needs to clear the air first.
            “What’s wrong? What did I do?”
            “You didn’t say anything,” Dave replies, not meeting his eyes.
            “What? You mean this morning? With Santana?” Dave nods sharply, face down turned and he feels like stomping his foot, because he had said something, but Dave had already walked away. “Was I meant to? Did you want me to? Seriously Dave? You seem like you just want to be angry with me for some reason. If I’d stuck up for you, you would be yelling at me now for doing it, telling me you can stand up for yourself. And you can. I know you can, because you’ve stood up to me plenty of times.”
            “I shouldn’t have to stand up to my boyfriend’s friends, and if they are really your friends, you shouldn’t have to defend me to them either.”
            With that statement Dave starts packing away his books and he wants to stop him.
            “Santana Lopez is definitely not a friend of mine. Now or ever.”
            The comment seems to slow Dave’s movements down and he lets himself slump into the nearest chair, because fuck, Dave is right. Of course he’s right, he’s a genius and for some weird reason he wants to be with Kurt. He looks up at him, and again he feels like he’s been taken down a peg or two. He’s trying to be a better person, surely Dave can see that, appreciate that he’s not perfect and is going to make mistakes?
            “I’m sorry? You’re right. They aren’t my friends. Well, most of them aren’t, but some of them are. And all of them are my team mates and I need to at least try and get on with them most of the time. If you want me to I will slam Santana down so hard next time she says something that she won’t have any idea about what hit her, but I kind of like being… less bitchy.” He lets out a long sigh. “That said I did tell her that at least you like having sex with me, unlike all the people she’s had sex with.”
            He sees Dave’s lips twitch and the giant knot in his stomach loosens a little, then his head is being cupped and he’s being kissed, bottom lip being sucked and the words I’m sorry being whispered over and over again until Dave is sitting again in the chair opposite and has pulled him into his lap, one hand on his ass and the other under his Cheerios’ top, stroking the skin on his back.
            “I just… it reminded me of all the times me and my friends have been bullied, and the last couple of months there’s been nothing and then… she’s a bitch.”
            “Yeah. She is. Maybe she’s jealous? That’s what my dad always used to say when the kids bullied me.”
            “Huh. Maybe she is. I don’t care. I shouldn’t let her get to me.”
            “I shouldn’t let her get to me either, but it definitely seems to be one of her talents,” he sighs. “We shouldn’t be making out in the library. It’s probably against one of the rules.”
            “I’m pretty sure they’ll let me do anything I want in here.”
            “Oh… really? You want to test that out?”
            Dave’s blush is adorable and he lets him kiss him into silence.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - Thermodynamics