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Title: Prudence
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kurt Hummel, David Karofsky, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, Blaine Anderson, Finn Hudson, Sam Evans, Rachel Berry, mentions of Quinn and puck
Pairings: Kurtofsky, Brittana, Klaine-ish
Story Summary: AU. Set in NYC in the 1960's. A new fic. Kurt, Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Finn, and Sam live together in an apartment in NYC, when one night a stranger stumbled in...through their bathroom window. Inspired by the scene from Across The Universe
Warnings: Language, drug use, sex, minor character death and violence (later on)
Author’s Note : I've never posted fic in a comm before, so if there are kinks please be patient! Comments are appreciated
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me. If it did Blaine would be on Mars and Kurt and Dave would live happily ever after
Status: WIP
“He came in through the bathroom window!”
Finn looked up from his card game with Sam. Rachel had been half paying attention while she painted her toe nails an electric green color. Kurt and Blaine were in the living room, Blaine lazily stroking his guitar while Kurt hummed along. Everything had been unusually peaceful and quiet that night, the way it always was the night after one of Santana’s shows, everyone recharging from the hectic crowd that always showed up at her gigs.
The peaceful quiet was broken by a wide eyed and very excited Brittany, bouncing up and down on her heels, making her blonde hair move in waves down her shoulders.
Finn was the first to speak, “Who came in through the bathroom window?”
“Boys, there’s some dude in our bathroom.” Santana said as she entered the kitchen, her thin arms wrapping around Brittany’s waist from behind, her chin hooked on her shoulder.
“Stop bouncing, baby,” Santana said.
Finn and Sam looked at each other and stood up.
“What do you mean there’s a dude in our bathroom?”
“What’s going on?” Kurt asked, coming into the kitchen, Blaine trailing not far behind.
“I mean some guy crawled in through our bathroom window while Brittany was in there doing her hair. He’s probably still in there.” Santana said, ignoring Kurt’s questioning gaze.
“What?” Blaine asked. Everyone just stared at each other, not sure what to do.
Then there was a thump coming from the bathroom, Finn and Sam charged out of the kitchen, the rest of the house mates following quickly behind.
In the doorway of their bathroom was indeed, a dude. He looked to be in his early twenties, like the rest of them, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was thick and broad in stature, although he curled into himself some. Though that might have been from the cold. He was dripping wet from the downpour outside, his dark green t-shirt and jeans clung to his skin, he cradled his arms, trying to make himself warm.
“Well hello,” Kurt said, bemused at the sight in front of them. The man’s eyes flickered from face to face until they finally landed on Kurt’s. Kurt gasped slightly at the intensity of the man’s gaze. Thankfully the gasp went unnoticed by the people around him.
The man’s eyes widened some when they landed on Kurt’s. He opened him mouth to speak, but his teeth were chattering too hard.
“See! I told you there was someone in our bathroom!” Brittany said, clearly proud of herself.
“What’s your name?” Rachel asked, from where she was hiding in the back of the room.
“D-D-Dave.” the man, Dave, managed to spit out.
“Where are you from, Dave?” Santana asked.
Dave shook his head and shrugged, “Nowhere.”
Santana snorted, “And before nowhere?”
Dave was silent, regarding Santana for a moment before sighing, “Ohio.” he said, disdain evident in his voice.
Santana’s eyes softened, just a little, “Me too.”
Brittany took a few steps toward David, lifting her hand to ghost over the bruise on Dave’s eye.
“Is this why you left?” she asked, concern lacing her words. Dave tried not to flinch from her hand.
“The gist of it, yeah.” he said gruffly, his voice rough from god knows how long he was out in the rain.
“Well, you’re obviously freezing, so why don’t you turn your butt around back into that bathroom and take a hot shower, while Finn and Sam find some clothes for you.”
Dave hesitated, looking at the tall man, and the man standing next to him with shaggy blonde hair, assuming this was Finn and Sam.
Finn studied Dave for a minute, he certainly didn’t seem dangerous, or crazy. Just lost and kind of scared. There couldn’t be any harm in letting him crash here for awhile.
“Yeah man,” Finn said, “I’m sure we can find something for you, San can leave it in the bathroom for you when you get out.”
Dave blinked at Finn, but nodded before turning back into the room, his eyes flickering to Kurt one more time before he shut the door behind him.
“Well, looks like we have a new roommate.” Santana said, turning to the rest of the group.
“If he sticks around,” Rachel muttered.
“Doesn’t look like he has any other place to go, munchkin.” Santana retorted, “I wonder how he’ll feel when he realizes he’s landed in the fag hive.”
Kurt grimaced at Santana’s “playful” nickname for their apartment. So more then half of the tenants were gay, it didn’t mean they needed to give the place such a hateful nickname.
But that was just how Santana talked, and no amount of disapproving glares would steer her otherwise.
“I don’t think he’d care,” Rachel said. She was speaking up a lot more then usual tonight, “And he can take Noah’s old room.”
“Yeah, we could use another roommate to help pay rent ever since Puckerman got that blonde girl pregnant and left us high and dry.” Finn snickered, coming back in the living room with sweat pants and an old t-shirt.
Rachel made an odd, whimpering noise and vanished from the room. No one took much notice, Rachel always reacted like that whenever Quinn Fabray was mentioned. They just learned to get used to it.
“I don’t know, the guy seems pretty sketchy to me. Who just crawls through the window of an apartment in the middle of the night. And covered in bruises? Who knows what this kids deal is.” Sam said.
“Sam, baby, relax.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes. “There have been more people in this apartment then there have been up Santana’s skirt, this place has seen everything.” He ignored Santana’s scoff and lit up a cigarette that had been resting behind his ear, “Besides, you’re wrong. He looks completely harmless, like a big teddy bear.” he chuckled. He took a drag from his cigarette and blew it in Sam’s direction before sitting back down on the couch. Blaine sat by him, strumming the guitar again like the stranger hadn’t fazed him in the slightest.
“Stop messing with my guitar,” Sam said grumpily, taking it from Blaine’s hands. Blaine looked up, hurt. But Kurt just chuckled at Sam and rested his legs on Blaine’s lap.
“So, me and Blaine vote we keep him, if he wants to stay.” Kurt said.
“Wait a minute, why should Blaine get a vote? He doesn’t even live here. Sleeping with a tenant doesn’t give him any rights.” Santana said.
“Blaine gets a vote cause I say so, anyway don’t you want him to stay too? You have that whole Ohio “connection” and such.”
“Shut up,” Santana sneered, “Fine, so lady boy and his pet vote for him to stay. That makes three of us. What do you think Britt?”
“Dave is a bear, like Kurt said. He could protect us, and give hugs that make you feel good. I think he’s unicorn too. He should totally live here.”
Santana smiled fondly at Brittany, “Alright, then that leaves Rachel, Finn and Sam. What do you guys think?”
“He seems alright, as long as he pays rent.” Finn said. Rachel just shrugged, and Sam remained silent, tuning his guitar.
“Then it’s settled. Big boy gets to stay, if he wants too.”
Just then they heard the shower go off. Santana took the clothes from Finn’s hands and went over to the bathroom. She cracked the door open and stuck the clothes inside.
“Here you go, big guy, clothes on the sink for you to change into.” she called out before shutting the door behind her.
“He’s hot too,” Kurt murmured, taking another long drag from the cigaratte that was dangling between his lips.
“Kurt!” Blaine said incredulously, looking at him with wide eyes.
“What? I’m just stating a fact.” Kurt said, keeping his voice low.
“No, I know that look in your eyes. It’s the same look you gave me the first time we met.” Blaine said angrily.
“Kurt gives a lot of people that look.” Rachel said matter of factly, blowing on her toenails.
Blaine scoffed and stood up, forcing Kurt’s legs to slip off him.
Kurt just rolled his eyes, “You are way too sensitive, baby.”
“Whatever, I’m gotta get home anyway. It’s my turn to make sure Wes comes home before three.” Blaine muttered, referencing the fact that he and his fellow roommates had to make sure Wes didn’t fall back into his dangerous drinking habits. He stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
“I think it’s time to let that one go.” Kurt said as he straightened his legs out on the couch. Rachel went over to sit down next to him, plucking the cigarette from his fingers and finishing it.
“Did you really ever have him? What about last night at Santana’s show, you were making out with that Jesse kid in the corner by the bar.” she said.
Kurt glared at Rachel for taking his cigarette, “Was that his name?”
“Yeah, I slept with him a few months ago.” Rachel said idly, tilting her head back against the couch and closing her eyes.
“Hmm,” Kurt said, “Well at least I can tell him to stop hanging off me all the time. He’s a good fuck, and sweet as pie, but he’s so clingy. And he’s kind of...dorky.”
Rachel snorted, “So you’re going to go after this bear guy now? Be careful, you might scare him off.”
“Well...” Kurt started, but the bathroom door opened up just then. Dave entered the room, steam from his shower leaking out of the door behind him, his sweatpants fit and the t-shirt was snug, showing off just the right places to make Kurt’s eyes wander up and down the man’s form.
Kurt had been with all kinds of men. Smaller, like Blaine. Stronger, and dangerous ones, like Puckerman. But he had never been with anyone with so much...brawn. Kurt couldn’t help but imagine those big arms wrapped around his tiny waist, his hands crushing him in the best way possible. Writhing up against that expansive chest. He was probably hung too, Kurt couldn’t help thinking about fucking himself on David’s cock, how he would rock against the solid mass of muscle and pure man and.
Rachel coughed and nudged Kurt, forcing him to look away. He didn’t realize that Dave had been staring straight back at him and he was embarrassed to find himself blushing furiously.
Kurt Hummel did not blush.
Dave cleared his throat and tore his eyes away when Santana walked into the room.
“Alright hamhock, we’ve all discussed it, and you can move in, if you want. I don’t really know what your deal is, but I can’t imagine you have anywhere to go if you’re breaking into people’s apartments. Promise you’re not going to rape any of us and pay rent and you’re in.”
Dave blinked, his mouth hanging open. He shook his head, like he couldn’t believe Santana was just offering a place for him to stay.
“I...I don’t have a job but I’ll go looking every day, I promise I’ll get one soon. I...you’ll really let me stay?”
Santana shrugged, “Yeah, we got a spare room, could use the cash. As long as you don’t mind living with a bunch of queers.” she said, smiling brightly.
“W-what...?” Dave frowned.
Brittany giggled and grabbed Santana’s hand, “You’re gonna scare him.” she said.
“See David, aside from Frankenteen and his blonde companion, we’re all gay. Brittany’s my girlfriend, Hummel over there will fuck anything with two legs and a dick, and Rachel...well Rachel does whatever she wants.”
“I resent that,” Kurt said, crossing his arms, “I have standards, you know.” Santana ignored him, waiting for an answer.
Dave swallowed, “I really...I don’t mind.”
“You sure?” Santana asked, eyebrows raising, “Cause I had a tenant come in here a few years ago. Cute, real nice guy, until he got to know Kurt and nearly went ballistic.”
“I never had a broken bottle pointed at me before,” Kurt mused. Dave looked at them in shock.
“I...I would never, no. Um...I’m gay too.” Dave admitted, albeit reluctantly, like he wasn’t used to saying the words.
Kurt perked up, “Really now?” he practically purred, causing Dave to blush.
“Down boy.” Santana snickered before turning back to Dave, “Well then that settles it, and you know what? Don’t worry about the job thing. I need a guy to move heavy amps and cords for me on stage, you’ll be perfect. My manager can hire you right away. Let me show you to your room.”
Dave opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He looked like he was waiting for someone to say “Gotcha!” at any second, but Brittany just took his hand and the two girls lead him to his new room.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Kurt said, lips curling into a wicked smile.