Log: Dave & Kurt
Who: Kurt and Dave
When:Sat September 24, 2011
Where: Nazareth Faith Center
What: Faith talk & Fashion
Warnings: Blasphemy
That had to be the most amusing image of the Son of God he’d ever seen. It heavily reminded Kurt of Fantasia and the Sorcerers apprentice. Really Kurt wasn’t much of one for sitting in a chapel, but the bright stained glass and the fabulous Son of God had caught his attention. Kurt felt a little lost, the trip was supposed to be about faith and spirituality and here he was mentally firing comments off about the art and rainbow aspect of the stained glass. He couldn’t pretend to be all about faith, it just wasn’t in him.
David had been uncomfortable the moment he heard about the trip, and it had only gotten worse. Especially once the trip actually began. After the 'comfort session' with Niki, things had been sufficiently awkward; and since Dave figured focusing on his one shot at heterosexuality, he had been somewhat avoiding Kurt as well --the temptation just wasn't worth it. Even so, here he was, on a trip, in far too close proximity of the freshman.
It certainly didn't help that all the chit chat and fuss over the spiritual and faithful aspects of this trip just vaguely reminded him of home: in an all too unpleasant way.
Kurt sighed, standing from his sitting position in the pew. He needed to get away from all the imagery. He had seen a lovely outdoors area. Maybe he’d find some reason to believe in the flying spaghetti monster or whatever he was supposed to blindly follow. He walked out the doors of the chapel only to run smack into Dave’s broad chest. Dammit why was he always around whenever Kurt was not at all interested in talking to people.
“David” Might as well attempt to be polite seeing as Jesse had let him know he was going to be taken into that house despite Blaine and his messy end.
David had felt a yelp rise in his throat, but he swallowed it hastily. He looked down at Kurt, backing up with an uneasy grin. "Hi.. Kurt.." he said quietly, looking around a little anxiously. Internally, he scolded himself. He had no reason to be afraid. Especially not of Kurt --they had made nice, they were fine. Not quite friends, but certainly not enemies. Besides, Dave was practically dating his best friend. That had to count for something. "How're you?"
“Attempting to calm the ennui set in my the teen angst currently experienced by being a gay out atheist boy at a Faith retreat. You?” Kurt wasn’t angry, more bored and annoyed by the lack of cellular device. One of their chaperons had taken his phone away stating he should use this time to focus on his relationship to God.
Dave blinked, keeping his eyes closed for a moment since he could feel his mind swimming; he wasn't dumb by any means, but English was exactly his forte and words like ennui threw him a loop. "Uh, trying to ignore the faith and shit." He agreed. "It reminds me of my 'rents. Not exactly what I want." Dave added gruffly. "I mean, religion is fine or whatever, but this is a little much."
“You a good Catholic boy Karofsky?” His tone was snarky, but it was offered as a beginning of an honest conversation.
David chuckled a little awkwardly. "For a while, I guess." He shrugged. "I understand it and why people have faith." David gestured to the pews around them. "But I'm not as into it as my parents, or worse, my grandparents. I've prayed when I felt it only.. really, really necessary. It's kind of nice being here and not getting dragged to church every Sunday." He grinned. "I'm gonna take a wild guess that you're an atheist?"
“The blatant flaunting of my ‘gayness’ ” Kurt made the little air quotes. “Didn’t give it away? I refuse to believe in any religion that both claims to have a father figure who loves me and he tells his other children to tell me I should die for how this father made me. Sorry. Not buying it.”
David nodded a little solemnly. "I know what you mean. That's the bullshit part." He rocked on his heels. "But sometimes it's really helpful, believing in some higher power. It makes things a little less intense. Not everyone is a bible thumping moron. We can change," Dave joked, motioning to himself.
Kurt’s head tilted to the side, considering Dave and his ability to represent the Christians of the world. It wasn’t a bad analogy, brutish and liable to use a club to tell you their beliefs, but with education can come to learn. “How does it help?”
David froze, his shoulders tensing. As ass-backwards as it seemed, religion had helped with being (possibly/probably) gay. While there were those moments when he felt like a completely failure, a loser, someone better off dead because of his sexuality and confusion surrounding it, he also felt like religion was a bright side. Not every Christian or Catholic hated gays, and there were plenty of normal, gay, religious people. It was a little mind-fuck-y, but in Dave's mind it all made sense. He spluttered to talk when he realized he'd been silent for a little long.
"Like, if I mess up or if something terrible happened, like when one of my favorite Nana's died, I could deal with it better because I could just pray. God doesn't answer and as far as I know he doesn't judge. It's good venting, especially when you don't gotta lot of friends." The 'like me' is silent but implied.
“I generally do retail therapy.” Kurt rolled his shoulder, knowing how shallow it sounded. “Physical activity does the trick too. I put on a song for the emotion and sing and dance it out.” Kurt trailed his hand along the top of the pew. “If he doesn’t answer... I don’t understand how it can’t just leave you empty.”
Dave goes silent again as he imagines Kurt dancing; it's a fantastic day dream that, for now, gets tucked away. "Sometimes it does. But I think if it actually leaves me empty is a way of telling me that I need to actually get help for this." David furrows his eyebrows before trying to explain. "Like, if I pray because of my late Nana, just so someone can hear how much I miss her, I don't need a response. So if I don't get one I don't mind: I've gotten what I need to say off my chest." He tinkers with an example in his head. "But if I feel like something is really wrong with me or my life, and I pray about it, I know I'm probably looking for a response. And so if I don't get one, and actually feel like shit for not getting one, then I know I need to talk to someone about it, like Niki."
Kurt licked his lips, thinking that over. “I used to talk in the kitchen like my mother could still hear me... my dad still talks to her sometimes too.” He could understand that at least... “I guess... Feels like an excuse for alot of people. God’s looking out for you so why try so hard or think for yourself?”
David nodded along before frowning. "I don't use it as an excuse." He replied, his tone firm. "It's no different than you using dance or shopping. Some people, like my mom, yeah, they use it as an excuse. But that's because people like her invest their whole lives into something way unstable. It's like an escape, for me." Dave adds the last six words as an afterthought. "It just makes me feel like there are things in my life that aren't total shit."
“You’re pretty pessimistic.” It was a statement of fact. He looked out over the rows of pews to that horrible image of Christ. He couldn’t help himself... it was begging for commentary. “I think he’s playing for my team.”
"I am," he agreed with a bit of a sigh. Dave followed Kurt's gaze to the mural of Christ before just bursting out laughing, not a damn being given as some people looked over and stared with distaste. "I'd bet money he was." He nodded, leaning against a pew and grinning at Kurt.
“He’s the perfect combination of stereotypes. Long hippie hair, beard like a bear and the thin long body of a twink.” Kurt grinned evilly before flashing angelic apologetic smiles to the devotes and nuns they had disturbed.
David manages to keep a straight face for about all of fifteen seconds before he's dissolved into another round of laughter. "God I wish I had the nerve to say that to my dad. I think he'd explode." Dave caught his breath after a few moments, once the chuckles subsided. "So, uh, did Niki tell you?" He mentioned, though as soon as he says it Dave wishes he didn't. He doesn't know if Kurt has heard about the plan for the Littles, and he certainly can't predict how Kurt will react.
“Tell me what?” Kurt took Dave’s sleeve edge, tugging him so they could leave the chapel. No matter how angelic Kurt’s smile they weren’t welcome much longer. “Come on let’s duck outside so you don’t bray again.”
David nodded and let Kurt lead the way out of the building and down the steps. "Uh, it's been decided that I'm gonna be.. kind of like your half big, I guess? Like, I'll mainly be Sam's, and we'll still be in the separate branches. But Niki said that it would probably be a good idea to get some diversity in between all the Thornes, y'know?" He braced himself for some sort of backlash.
“Because I’m Blaine’s cast-off he asked you to pick me up?” Kurt’s eyebrow raised. “Jesse told me he’d be taking me on for his house. I have him and you as ‘substitute’ bigs? What a lovely grims-tale I’m turning into.”
Were this some sort of dorky, poorly written dramedy, Dave would be unfurling from an unnecessary flinch, as though waiting for an explosion that never came. "Uh, yeah I guess." He backtracked a little. "It's not that Blaine didn't want you, was it? I mean, cuz that's pretty stupid." He looked around, just as something to do. "Jesse will mainly be your big, but it can't hurt to, I dunno, change it up a bit."
“No... Blaine.... His issues were different. Jesse tried to tell me they weren’t in my control.” Kurt took a breath. The words Blaine had said ringing in his head. Blaine had stopped hurting himself because they started dating. He should have done more, should have just give in. “So you and Jesse.... at least one of you can mostly dress themselves.”
David raised an eyebrow. "Hey. Could be worse. I could wear really ill fitting clothes and stink like that hobo that tries to wander around campus." He retorted. "I'm sorry that Blaine isn't your big, since I know that's what you were hoping for..."
“I put alot of hopes into what Blaine was.... and he put plenty into me.” Kurt pressed his lips together, trying to chase back down the emotions that had been overwhelming him since last Saturday. “Plus you do wear ill-fitting clothes and have you forgotten I’m at football practice?”
Dave reached out, less afraid then the last time, and placed his hulking hand on Kurt's shoulder. He squeezed it once, just to be reassuring, before pulling back. He conceded with a sigh. "I blame the uniforms. I like to think I clean up pretty nice." David shrugged. "Football is different. The whole point is to get gross and dirty. But like, on an average day I'm not some sort of wicked stench that haunts the halls." He laughed suddenly. "There was this kid at my old school who always smelled like rotten milk."
“That is nothing short of disgusting. The entire school’s fashion is atrophied with the abhorrent uniforms. It’s a crime.” Kurt sighed dramatically raising his hands to the sky. “Oh well. At the least I can offer you tips, for example green is so not your color.” He eyed the shirt Dave wore critically.
David grinned; normally he doesn't give two shits about what he wears or what other people think. But Kurt, as is true in most of Dave's life, is an entirely different story. "Oh really?" He prompts, somewhat interested to hear what Kurt's got to say. If nothing else, even if he decides not to take the advice to heart, it'll still be fun to hear.
“Definitely. Your skin tone is all wrong for it. You’d do well in blues, it will pull out your hazel eyes. Also the ruddy undertone of you skin simply begs for silver.” Kurt examines Dave’s face, eyes flicking from his tar to his cheeks, over his lips and back to his eyes. They really were a beautiful hazel shade. Dave was a handsome man...if he could be taught to dress properly. “Your broad shoulders mean you’d look good in just about any form of jacket. I think a deep blue button up shirt left unbuttoned over a black undershirt with the sleeves pushed up at the elbows. with a small silver chain accent over your chest resting right at your sternum.”
Dave heard without completely listening, but it was certainly something to think about "I don't have any blue button ups, but I've got blue t shirts." He shrugged. A silver chain..? Well, there was that cross he had gotten ages ago, that he had stopped wearing for no reason in particular.
“Where then instead of anything green at the very lest.” Kurt nodded, educating the masses one misguided soul at a time. “I should let you go. You’re only half a big after all.”
Dave nodded. "Right, I'll be sure to do that." In the back of his mind, a soft voice asked 'What would Fio think' and it's kind of thrilling that he wonders that without forcing himself to. "Uh, okay." He complies, not because he wants to --because casual, enjoyable conversation with Kurt? It's fucking fantastic-- but he figures Kurt is probably getting bored of him and wants to go hang with Jesse or something. "I'm probably just gonna wonder till we can go. Sam got sick, so he didn't show." He shrugged again.
“Oh....” Kurt wonders if that was the real reason Dave talked to him. He didn’t have bleach Beiber look-alike supposedly straight Sam to talk sports with... “You can follow me if you like. I’m not going to be doing much since they took my phone and I have nothing to sketch with.”
David had to fight --seriously, severely beat down-- the urge to grin like a deranged puppy. "Sure," He moved from where he was leaning and stood up straight. "You sketch?" He asked with interested, still pleased that they were talking like almost-friends. If nothing else, acquaintances.
“Fashion design. It’s sort of mandatory for making my own clothes. I design outfits, it takes a good amount of effort to look as good as I do.” Kurt preened as he led then out into the grounds. “It’s half of what I do in class. It’s nothing too special, just figures.”
David grinned; he couldn't care less about fashion, it wasn't something that, gay or not, had ever interested him. But it was fun to see Kurt talk so animatedly about something obviously pretty important. "That's cool," Dave said honestly. "I do math for fun." He tacks on with a shrug.
“Why would you ever....?” His head tilted as he attempted to even function with that piece of oddness. “Are you insane?”
David laughed, having almost expected the response. "I like math." He replied simply. "You might've noticed I'm not exactly great at English or anything. Words aren't my thing." He looks up into the sky, with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a grin on his face. "Math is simple. It's constant. It doesn't change."
“Math is just... frustrating. None of it makes any sense. I’m not the worst, but it doesn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason. We’re just expected to memorize this strange set of symbols without any understanding of how it works! How is that simple?” Kurt had the worst grades in math for a very good reason. He’d been forbidden to keep asking why.
Dave's lips curled in amusement. "It makes plenty of sense, if you understand it." He returned snarkily.
“Thank you for that astute observation David. Just like speaking with a semblance of culture would be simple if you knew what to say. You’re useless.”
David grinned, despite the fact he was unsure on whether or not it was a legitimate insult or just Kurt's way of conversation. (He suspected a little of both.) "Not entirely useless. Some people actually enjoy me."
“I’d simply love to meet them.” Kurt rolled his eyes playfully at the other male. “I know a few good clinics.”
David grinned, and it's the kind of grin he, up until that moment, had been a little hesitant to flash at Kurt. But this, right now? This is playful banter. Something Dave was pretty much certain he'd never have with Kurt Hummel. "They'd convert you," he started, "and eventually you'd be one of them: A Karofsky Fan." Dave teases.
“There’s a reason fanatic is the core of that word. It’s a madness that I simply will not ascribe to.” Kurt did not feel his body react to that sudden bright smile. “Plus who are these ephemeral people? Niki, but who can trust a hippie these days even if his soap selections are the best.”
"We're all mad here," he quoted before biting the inside of his cheek. "Hey, Niki doesn't hang out with dickbags for fun, so there's that. He can't stand people who have no, and I quote "redeemable qualities." Oh, and Fio likes me." He mentioned with a grin. "Uh, Sam doesn't mind me too much, Az likes me, Puck." He shrugs. "Okay, maybe my fan club isn't huge. But still."
“Well Fio doesn’t have many friends. How do you know her anyway?” Kurt considered Fio his best girlfriend. “Azimio on that list loses you some major points with me. Sam however evens it out, even if he is sadly in denial of which team he bats for.”
"We ran into each other one day," is the only explanation he gives; he's almost surprised she hasn't spilled each detail. That's what girls and their gay BFFs do, right? "Why do I lose points for Az? He's my Big, we kinda hafta like each other.. most of the time, I guess." He laughs at the Sam comment.
“I don’t like him. He’s a small-minded ass.” Kurt nodded decisively. “I went shopping with her to pick out a dress and some spirit clothing to attend the football game in. She didn’t inform me she was dating a lummox with foot-in-mouth syndrome. She made you sound nearly erudite.”
A snarky, but little too personal response rested on his tongue: "Maybe it's just you who makes me act this way." But instead Dave eats his words and ignored it. "Maybe that's because I'm not." Is the best he can retort with, and even Dave can acknowledge how shitty of a comeback it is.
Kurt’s elegant eyebrow raises in response. Obviously Dave lacked some serious social cue training. “Sure. You keep believing that Dave. Maybe one day it will come true.” The man was deluded.
Dave bristled with frustration. The banter had been fun, the conversation leading up to that had been enjoyable --for both parties, Dave had assumed-- but that just wasn't good enough, was it? David bit his lip as his mind drifted to the fact that if he wasn't such a fucking coward, if he could just come out and be happy about it, he wouldn't be having this problem. He'd be able to flirt with Kurt, openly, without a care in the world.
But that wasn't the way it worked, and it wasn't going to change any time soon. So, before he did something he'd inevitably regret, David stopped walking. "See y'round." He muttered, eyes downcast and his voice thin. He turned, walking away from Kurt without looking back.
Kurt’s mouth fell open for a second. Dave had just dismissed him! He stared at the man’s huge back. What in the hell was that about? He sighed and rolled his eyes. He’d never understand straight boys.
When:Sat September 24, 2011
Where: Nazareth Faith Center
What: Faith talk & Fashion
Warnings: Blasphemy
That had to be the most amusing image of the Son of God he’d ever seen. It heavily reminded Kurt of Fantasia and the Sorcerers apprentice. Really Kurt wasn’t much of one for sitting in a chapel, but the bright stained glass and the fabulous Son of God had caught his attention. Kurt felt a little lost, the trip was supposed to be about faith and spirituality and here he was mentally firing comments off about the art and rainbow aspect of the stained glass. He couldn’t pretend to be all about faith, it just wasn’t in him.
David had been uncomfortable the moment he heard about the trip, and it had only gotten worse. Especially once the trip actually began. After the 'comfort session' with Niki, things had been sufficiently awkward; and since Dave figured focusing on his one shot at heterosexuality, he had been somewhat avoiding Kurt as well --the temptation just wasn't worth it. Even so, here he was, on a trip, in far too close proximity of the freshman.
It certainly didn't help that all the chit chat and fuss over the spiritual and faithful aspects of this trip just vaguely reminded him of home: in an all too unpleasant way.
Kurt sighed, standing from his sitting position in the pew. He needed to get away from all the imagery. He had seen a lovely outdoors area. Maybe he’d find some reason to believe in the flying spaghetti monster or whatever he was supposed to blindly follow. He walked out the doors of the chapel only to run smack into Dave’s broad chest. Dammit why was he always around whenever Kurt was not at all interested in talking to people.
“David” Might as well attempt to be polite seeing as Jesse had let him know he was going to be taken into that house despite Blaine and his messy end.
David had felt a yelp rise in his throat, but he swallowed it hastily. He looked down at Kurt, backing up with an uneasy grin. "Hi.. Kurt.." he said quietly, looking around a little anxiously. Internally, he scolded himself. He had no reason to be afraid. Especially not of Kurt --they had made nice, they were fine. Not quite friends, but certainly not enemies. Besides, Dave was practically dating his best friend. That had to count for something. "How're you?"
“Attempting to calm the ennui set in my the teen angst currently experienced by being a gay out atheist boy at a Faith retreat. You?” Kurt wasn’t angry, more bored and annoyed by the lack of cellular device. One of their chaperons had taken his phone away stating he should use this time to focus on his relationship to God.
Dave blinked, keeping his eyes closed for a moment since he could feel his mind swimming; he wasn't dumb by any means, but English was exactly his forte and words like ennui threw him a loop. "Uh, trying to ignore the faith and shit." He agreed. "It reminds me of my 'rents. Not exactly what I want." Dave added gruffly. "I mean, religion is fine or whatever, but this is a little much."
“You a good Catholic boy Karofsky?” His tone was snarky, but it was offered as a beginning of an honest conversation.
David chuckled a little awkwardly. "For a while, I guess." He shrugged. "I understand it and why people have faith." David gestured to the pews around them. "But I'm not as into it as my parents, or worse, my grandparents. I've prayed when I felt it only.. really, really necessary. It's kind of nice being here and not getting dragged to church every Sunday." He grinned. "I'm gonna take a wild guess that you're an atheist?"
“The blatant flaunting of my ‘gayness’ ” Kurt made the little air quotes. “Didn’t give it away? I refuse to believe in any religion that both claims to have a father figure who loves me and he tells his other children to tell me I should die for how this father made me. Sorry. Not buying it.”
David nodded a little solemnly. "I know what you mean. That's the bullshit part." He rocked on his heels. "But sometimes it's really helpful, believing in some higher power. It makes things a little less intense. Not everyone is a bible thumping moron. We can change," Dave joked, motioning to himself.
Kurt’s head tilted to the side, considering Dave and his ability to represent the Christians of the world. It wasn’t a bad analogy, brutish and liable to use a club to tell you their beliefs, but with education can come to learn. “How does it help?”
David froze, his shoulders tensing. As ass-backwards as it seemed, religion had helped with being (possibly/probably) gay. While there were those moments when he felt like a completely failure, a loser, someone better off dead because of his sexuality and confusion surrounding it, he also felt like religion was a bright side. Not every Christian or Catholic hated gays, and there were plenty of normal, gay, religious people. It was a little mind-fuck-y, but in Dave's mind it all made sense. He spluttered to talk when he realized he'd been silent for a little long.
"Like, if I mess up or if something terrible happened, like when one of my favorite Nana's died, I could deal with it better because I could just pray. God doesn't answer and as far as I know he doesn't judge. It's good venting, especially when you don't gotta lot of friends." The 'like me' is silent but implied.
“I generally do retail therapy.” Kurt rolled his shoulder, knowing how shallow it sounded. “Physical activity does the trick too. I put on a song for the emotion and sing and dance it out.” Kurt trailed his hand along the top of the pew. “If he doesn’t answer... I don’t understand how it can’t just leave you empty.”
Dave goes silent again as he imagines Kurt dancing; it's a fantastic day dream that, for now, gets tucked away. "Sometimes it does. But I think if it actually leaves me empty is a way of telling me that I need to actually get help for this." David furrows his eyebrows before trying to explain. "Like, if I pray because of my late Nana, just so someone can hear how much I miss her, I don't need a response. So if I don't get one I don't mind: I've gotten what I need to say off my chest." He tinkers with an example in his head. "But if I feel like something is really wrong with me or my life, and I pray about it, I know I'm probably looking for a response. And so if I don't get one, and actually feel like shit for not getting one, then I know I need to talk to someone about it, like Niki."
Kurt licked his lips, thinking that over. “I used to talk in the kitchen like my mother could still hear me... my dad still talks to her sometimes too.” He could understand that at least... “I guess... Feels like an excuse for alot of people. God’s looking out for you so why try so hard or think for yourself?”
David nodded along before frowning. "I don't use it as an excuse." He replied, his tone firm. "It's no different than you using dance or shopping. Some people, like my mom, yeah, they use it as an excuse. But that's because people like her invest their whole lives into something way unstable. It's like an escape, for me." Dave adds the last six words as an afterthought. "It just makes me feel like there are things in my life that aren't total shit."
“You’re pretty pessimistic.” It was a statement of fact. He looked out over the rows of pews to that horrible image of Christ. He couldn’t help himself... it was begging for commentary. “I think he’s playing for my team.”
"I am," he agreed with a bit of a sigh. Dave followed Kurt's gaze to the mural of Christ before just bursting out laughing, not a damn being given as some people looked over and stared with distaste. "I'd bet money he was." He nodded, leaning against a pew and grinning at Kurt.
“He’s the perfect combination of stereotypes. Long hippie hair, beard like a bear and the thin long body of a twink.” Kurt grinned evilly before flashing angelic apologetic smiles to the devotes and nuns they had disturbed.
David manages to keep a straight face for about all of fifteen seconds before he's dissolved into another round of laughter. "God I wish I had the nerve to say that to my dad. I think he'd explode." Dave caught his breath after a few moments, once the chuckles subsided. "So, uh, did Niki tell you?" He mentioned, though as soon as he says it Dave wishes he didn't. He doesn't know if Kurt has heard about the plan for the Littles, and he certainly can't predict how Kurt will react.
“Tell me what?” Kurt took Dave’s sleeve edge, tugging him so they could leave the chapel. No matter how angelic Kurt’s smile they weren’t welcome much longer. “Come on let’s duck outside so you don’t bray again.”
David nodded and let Kurt lead the way out of the building and down the steps. "Uh, it's been decided that I'm gonna be.. kind of like your half big, I guess? Like, I'll mainly be Sam's, and we'll still be in the separate branches. But Niki said that it would probably be a good idea to get some diversity in between all the Thornes, y'know?" He braced himself for some sort of backlash.
“Because I’m Blaine’s cast-off he asked you to pick me up?” Kurt’s eyebrow raised. “Jesse told me he’d be taking me on for his house. I have him and you as ‘substitute’ bigs? What a lovely grims-tale I’m turning into.”
Were this some sort of dorky, poorly written dramedy, Dave would be unfurling from an unnecessary flinch, as though waiting for an explosion that never came. "Uh, yeah I guess." He backtracked a little. "It's not that Blaine didn't want you, was it? I mean, cuz that's pretty stupid." He looked around, just as something to do. "Jesse will mainly be your big, but it can't hurt to, I dunno, change it up a bit."
“No... Blaine.... His issues were different. Jesse tried to tell me they weren’t in my control.” Kurt took a breath. The words Blaine had said ringing in his head. Blaine had stopped hurting himself because they started dating. He should have done more, should have just give in. “So you and Jesse.... at least one of you can mostly dress themselves.”
David raised an eyebrow. "Hey. Could be worse. I could wear really ill fitting clothes and stink like that hobo that tries to wander around campus." He retorted. "I'm sorry that Blaine isn't your big, since I know that's what you were hoping for..."
“I put alot of hopes into what Blaine was.... and he put plenty into me.” Kurt pressed his lips together, trying to chase back down the emotions that had been overwhelming him since last Saturday. “Plus you do wear ill-fitting clothes and have you forgotten I’m at football practice?”
Dave reached out, less afraid then the last time, and placed his hulking hand on Kurt's shoulder. He squeezed it once, just to be reassuring, before pulling back. He conceded with a sigh. "I blame the uniforms. I like to think I clean up pretty nice." David shrugged. "Football is different. The whole point is to get gross and dirty. But like, on an average day I'm not some sort of wicked stench that haunts the halls." He laughed suddenly. "There was this kid at my old school who always smelled like rotten milk."
“That is nothing short of disgusting. The entire school’s fashion is atrophied with the abhorrent uniforms. It’s a crime.” Kurt sighed dramatically raising his hands to the sky. “Oh well. At the least I can offer you tips, for example green is so not your color.” He eyed the shirt Dave wore critically.
David grinned; normally he doesn't give two shits about what he wears or what other people think. But Kurt, as is true in most of Dave's life, is an entirely different story. "Oh really?" He prompts, somewhat interested to hear what Kurt's got to say. If nothing else, even if he decides not to take the advice to heart, it'll still be fun to hear.
“Definitely. Your skin tone is all wrong for it. You’d do well in blues, it will pull out your hazel eyes. Also the ruddy undertone of you skin simply begs for silver.” Kurt examines Dave’s face, eyes flicking from his tar to his cheeks, over his lips and back to his eyes. They really were a beautiful hazel shade. Dave was a handsome man...if he could be taught to dress properly. “Your broad shoulders mean you’d look good in just about any form of jacket. I think a deep blue button up shirt left unbuttoned over a black undershirt with the sleeves pushed up at the elbows. with a small silver chain accent over your chest resting right at your sternum.”
Dave heard without completely listening, but it was certainly something to think about "I don't have any blue button ups, but I've got blue t shirts." He shrugged. A silver chain..? Well, there was that cross he had gotten ages ago, that he had stopped wearing for no reason in particular.
“Where then instead of anything green at the very lest.” Kurt nodded, educating the masses one misguided soul at a time. “I should let you go. You’re only half a big after all.”
Dave nodded. "Right, I'll be sure to do that." In the back of his mind, a soft voice asked 'What would Fio think' and it's kind of thrilling that he wonders that without forcing himself to. "Uh, okay." He complies, not because he wants to --because casual, enjoyable conversation with Kurt? It's fucking fantastic-- but he figures Kurt is probably getting bored of him and wants to go hang with Jesse or something. "I'm probably just gonna wonder till we can go. Sam got sick, so he didn't show." He shrugged again.
“Oh....” Kurt wonders if that was the real reason Dave talked to him. He didn’t have bleach Beiber look-alike supposedly straight Sam to talk sports with... “You can follow me if you like. I’m not going to be doing much since they took my phone and I have nothing to sketch with.”
David had to fight --seriously, severely beat down-- the urge to grin like a deranged puppy. "Sure," He moved from where he was leaning and stood up straight. "You sketch?" He asked with interested, still pleased that they were talking like almost-friends. If nothing else, acquaintances.
“Fashion design. It’s sort of mandatory for making my own clothes. I design outfits, it takes a good amount of effort to look as good as I do.” Kurt preened as he led then out into the grounds. “It’s half of what I do in class. It’s nothing too special, just figures.”
David grinned; he couldn't care less about fashion, it wasn't something that, gay or not, had ever interested him. But it was fun to see Kurt talk so animatedly about something obviously pretty important. "That's cool," Dave said honestly. "I do math for fun." He tacks on with a shrug.
“Why would you ever....?” His head tilted as he attempted to even function with that piece of oddness. “Are you insane?”
David laughed, having almost expected the response. "I like math." He replied simply. "You might've noticed I'm not exactly great at English or anything. Words aren't my thing." He looks up into the sky, with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a grin on his face. "Math is simple. It's constant. It doesn't change."
“Math is just... frustrating. None of it makes any sense. I’m not the worst, but it doesn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason. We’re just expected to memorize this strange set of symbols without any understanding of how it works! How is that simple?” Kurt had the worst grades in math for a very good reason. He’d been forbidden to keep asking why.
Dave's lips curled in amusement. "It makes plenty of sense, if you understand it." He returned snarkily.
“Thank you for that astute observation David. Just like speaking with a semblance of culture would be simple if you knew what to say. You’re useless.”
David grinned, despite the fact he was unsure on whether or not it was a legitimate insult or just Kurt's way of conversation. (He suspected a little of both.) "Not entirely useless. Some people actually enjoy me."
“I’d simply love to meet them.” Kurt rolled his eyes playfully at the other male. “I know a few good clinics.”
David grinned, and it's the kind of grin he, up until that moment, had been a little hesitant to flash at Kurt. But this, right now? This is playful banter. Something Dave was pretty much certain he'd never have with Kurt Hummel. "They'd convert you," he started, "and eventually you'd be one of them: A Karofsky Fan." Dave teases.
“There’s a reason fanatic is the core of that word. It’s a madness that I simply will not ascribe to.” Kurt did not feel his body react to that sudden bright smile. “Plus who are these ephemeral people? Niki, but who can trust a hippie these days even if his soap selections are the best.”
"We're all mad here," he quoted before biting the inside of his cheek. "Hey, Niki doesn't hang out with dickbags for fun, so there's that. He can't stand people who have no, and I quote "redeemable qualities." Oh, and Fio likes me." He mentioned with a grin. "Uh, Sam doesn't mind me too much, Az likes me, Puck." He shrugs. "Okay, maybe my fan club isn't huge. But still."
“Well Fio doesn’t have many friends. How do you know her anyway?” Kurt considered Fio his best girlfriend. “Azimio on that list loses you some major points with me. Sam however evens it out, even if he is sadly in denial of which team he bats for.”
"We ran into each other one day," is the only explanation he gives; he's almost surprised she hasn't spilled each detail. That's what girls and their gay BFFs do, right? "Why do I lose points for Az? He's my Big, we kinda hafta like each other.. most of the time, I guess." He laughs at the Sam comment.
“I don’t like him. He’s a small-minded ass.” Kurt nodded decisively. “I went shopping with her to pick out a dress and some spirit clothing to attend the football game in. She didn’t inform me she was dating a lummox with foot-in-mouth syndrome. She made you sound nearly erudite.”
A snarky, but little too personal response rested on his tongue: "Maybe it's just you who makes me act this way." But instead Dave eats his words and ignored it. "Maybe that's because I'm not." Is the best he can retort with, and even Dave can acknowledge how shitty of a comeback it is.
Kurt’s elegant eyebrow raises in response. Obviously Dave lacked some serious social cue training. “Sure. You keep believing that Dave. Maybe one day it will come true.” The man was deluded.
Dave bristled with frustration. The banter had been fun, the conversation leading up to that had been enjoyable --for both parties, Dave had assumed-- but that just wasn't good enough, was it? David bit his lip as his mind drifted to the fact that if he wasn't such a fucking coward, if he could just come out and be happy about it, he wouldn't be having this problem. He'd be able to flirt with Kurt, openly, without a care in the world.
But that wasn't the way it worked, and it wasn't going to change any time soon. So, before he did something he'd inevitably regret, David stopped walking. "See y'round." He muttered, eyes downcast and his voice thin. He turned, walking away from Kurt without looking back.
Kurt’s mouth fell open for a second. Dave had just dismissed him! He stared at the man’s huge back. What in the hell was that about? He sighed and rolled his eyes. He’d never understand straight boys.