When it's time, Chapter 7
Title: When it's time
Author: brittyzombie
Pairing(s): Dave/kurt Azimio/Mercedes
Rating: idk. pg-13? haha. There is cussing and usage of words like gay, fag, homo and so on.
7/8
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Emily had spent the last weekend visiting her old friends at her aunts house, and promptly, after reading the vague email from Dave, walked straight into his room (When she returned at 3 in the morning on Monday), disregarding his privacy, and grabbed the nearest soft object (which turned out to be a dog toy) and pelted Dave directly on the face in his sleep. Dave bolted up and roared, “What the fuck, Em!?”
Emily just smiled and dodged the return throw, hiding behind his bedroom door for a moment before leaping onto Dave, grabbing him by his shoulders and shaking him rabidly. “TELL ME EVERYTHING, I MUST KNOW. EVERYTHING.” He eyes were wild, and Dave noted that she was either seriously sleep deprived, or wigging out on something, what he hoped at least was legal. “Everything,” She hissed.
“Dude. First off. Fucking creepy. Stop that. Secondly, dude. It’s fucking,” He checks his clock, the glowing green lights burning into his eyes, “DUDE. Fucking 3:15am. Really?” He rolled over, shrugging her off of him. “Lemme sleep more.”
She latched on to him again, “Do. Not. Avoid. This.”
“Dude. What the f-”
“I SWEAR TO GOD. YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING. I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING.”
At this point, the young girl, with a fresh haircut and newly dyed purple hair, was panting heavily, a crazed look in her eyes. “Emily,” he said slowly, “You’re sort of freaking me out, it’s scaring me. Just calm down and I’ll tell you in the morning.”
Emily whined and rolled off Dave, and the bed completely, landing on the floor clumsily, “But I wanna knooowwwwww. And if you don’t tell me then I have to go attempt sleeeep and I just drove all the way back here and I’m wiiirrreeeddd. I pounded down like, 2 five hour energies and my heart is beating out of my chest but holy shit man I feel like I could run to Chicago and back,” She got up, her hand on her heart, “Dave oh my god feel my heart, man, dude it’s soo fast.”
Dave rolled again, facing away from his sister, “I am not touching your heart.”
“Why? Because it’s by my tits, dude you’re to-”
“Gay. I know. Leave me alone or I’ll fart in your face.”
“Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay… dude it’s starting to sound weird. Do you ever get that? You say a word so much, or spell it, and it just starts to sound weird? Weird.”
“ Go away,” he mumbled into his pillow.
“My hands are shaking.”
“That’s cool. Leave me alone.”
“What if I die, Davey? WHAT IF I DIE? DAVEY OH MY GOD I’M DYING.”
He rolled over, facing her, “Calm the fuck down,” he said, emphasizing the cuss before he closed his eyes again.
“But I’m dy-”
“No. You’re. Not.”
“But -”
“No. Go.” he pulled the blanket over his head, and Emily sighed, and slumped out of the room.
Dave’s phone chimed “New text: Em” 17 times over the next two hours.
“It was uneventful,” Dave said quietly, on the drive to school. Emily was slumped in her seat, her eyes half closed in tiredness. She hazily looked over at Dave, questioning him silently. “I mean, Don’t get me wrong. We talked, we did a lot of talking. I guess it was good. I just don’t know, Em.” He ran a hand over his eyes, “I think.. I think he said he’s giving me a chance. But I don’t know what that means. Are we dating now? Or is he just testing the waters? I’m confused.”
Emily quirked a smile, “That’s good, Davey,” she whispered, eyes closed again. Dave looked at her in confusion. “Before you say anything, it is good. He’s scared, give him time, it’s moving in the right direction though.” She yawned, and pulled the beanie on her head down to cover her eyes.
“I wish mom would have let you stay at home,” Dave mumbled softly, but Emily grunted in response.
After dropping his zombie sister off at the nurses office to take a quick morning nap, the girl was lucky enough to have classes that were just fillers in the morning, Dave found his locker being blocked by a smiling Kurt.
“Good morning, Dave.”
“Um.. Morning,” Dave looked at this locker for a moment, Kurt taking the silent hint to move so he could open it.
“So I’ve been thinking a lot this weekend. I mean really thinking, pros and cons sort of thinking”
Oh great, Dave thought, spinning the lock, and stuffing his book bag in, pulling out his math textbook and accompanying notebook.
“About us and-.”
Here we go, he’s going to let me down. At least he’s doing it softly. I bet it’s that pod kid from the school he was at.
“While I’ve only ever dated on other person before, and might I add that the passion died down quickly as I realized he only ever saw me a cute-”
And now I want to kick the kid’s ass. Kurt is more than cute. Angels make porns about him. Not that.. Not that I think about that. No, that’s… shut up Dave..
“I believe, that after,” Kurt was picking at his nails now, and Dave had two choices, stare at this hands, which looked really soft today, or stare at the sports calendar on this locker door. He kept to the calendar, it felt like safe bet. “that after Friday, and how you’ve been so chivalrous, and how you’ve been so careful of yourself around me, that I just want to tell you-”
Holy crap, brace yourself, Dave. Don’t act out. Just stare and nod when he tells you he doesn’t even want to be friends.
“That I’m not single.” And Kurt just smirked, his hands crossed over his chest.
Well I didn’t see that coming… “Um, so you came to tell me since Friday you’ve already had a boyfriend?. Dave picked a spot in the back of his locker, hoping the disappointment wasn’t showing. All he wanted to do was slam his locker and book it to anywhere, anywhere but there.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I thought you should know.”
“Why?”
“Are you stuck on repeat?”
Dave pursed his lips, and flicked a tongue out to wet them anxiously. “Why. Did. You. Tell. Me.” Dave let out a breath of air.
“Because,” Kurt reached out, and linked arms with Dave, “because you’re my boyfriend.”
Dave’s brain stalled and sputtered, a dopey grin appeared on his face. ‘Kurt, next time, talk to me about it.”
Kurt let go, “Why? Because you suddenly don’t want me?” His arms were crossed again, and his perfected bitchface was on.
Dave shook his head, still smiling, “Not that. You scared me,” He closed his locker, books in one hand, “I was so sure you’d have this over-dramatic story about you don’t even want to be friends with me and that.. That that kid from that school won you over and whatever. I don’t know what I would have done.
Kurt smiled softly, and went around to the other side of Dave, taking his hand in his, “Your hands are sweaty.”
“Well, yeah. I was nervous, and scared.”
“Sorry, boo.”
“Please, use a different name. That’s weird.”
“So what was up with your sister today? She looked dead on her feet.”
“She went to Dayton, which is only an hour and a half away, but she left at like 1:30am or something, so she slammed back a bunch of energy drinks and she crashed right before we left for school. She woke me up, she was acting like a possessed demon.”
“What did she want?”
Dave passed Kurt his phone, “All those messages are from her.
Kurt smiled and laughed, scrolling through the messages.
Text from Em, 3:37am “JUST TELL ME.”
Text from Em, 3:52am, “I THINK I’M DYING. JUST TELL ME.”
Text from Em, 4:15am, “DAVE MY HEART JUST SKIPPED. TELL ME.”
Text from Em, 4:18am, “DAVE WHAT IF I DIE BEFORE YOU TELL ME?”
Text from Em, 4:23am, “I can’t feel my face.”
Text from Em, 4:24am, “I have to pee.”
Kurt let go of Dave’s hand for a moment, stopping in the middle of the hallway, nearly buckled over in laughter, “Your sister, she is insane.”
Dave nodded, and looked around awkwardly at the people walking past them, “Come on.’
“What, afraid of people seeing you with me?”
“No, afraid of people thinking my boyfriend-” it feels weird saying that “-Is insane and needs to be locked up. I have to get to math. I don’t want Mr. Reynolds to get all cranky at me”
Kurt smiled and stood up, taking his hand again, “You’re right. I have World Lit first hour-”
“-With the old lady?” Kurt just nodded. Dave looked horrified, “I’m sorry. You better run.”
Kurt laughed and let go of his hand again, “I’ll see you later?” Dave nodded. Kurt smiled sweetly, and walked in the other direction, his shoulder brushing against Dave deliberately.
Suddenly, it felt like Dave’s whole world was on fire.
“I wanna see your band perform.”
Dave blinked, a pizza slice in his mouth. He looked down for a second only moments before, but it was just long enough for Kurt and Mercedes to join Dave and Azimio. Azimio howled in laughter. Mercedes patted Azimio on the back as he started to choke on air.
“I’m serious.”
“I uh, I don’t know when our next gig is.” Dave’s eyes darted around the cafeteria, landing on his sister, sluggishly walking to the table. It a took a moment, but she stopped, and sat next to Dave. “You look beat up.’
“I’m. Tired.”
“Your fault, if you-”
‘When do you perform next, Emily?” Kurt sat down, finally, “The sweetest, best guitar player in all of Ohio.”
Emily looked at Kurt, her eyes empty, “You didn’t have to suck up. I would have answered you, regardless of any compliments. But thank you.” She smiled sweetly and Kurt was unable to decipher if it was sincere, or one a serial killer uses on her victims. “Friday.” She turned to Dave, “it’s in Dayton, that club we went to like, two months ago. They want us back again. And they knew that we were switching around lead singers, but they requested you for this show.” She stabbed at the lettuce
Kurt smiled at Dave, “I can’t wait. I’ll be there.”
Emily tilted her head, and looked at Dave, questioning.
Dave smiled back, lost in Kurt’s eyes, and nodded, “Neither can I.”
“You two are so cute it might just make me barf up my lunch, and I haven’t even began eating.” Mercedes made a face and Azimio just laughed, his eyes locked on to the sassy girl at this side.
Emily looked around the room, looking for an escape plan, but just busied herself with her lunch, but not before she texted Dave, asking-no, telling him, to inform her what happened.
After his phone chirped, he just nodded at Emily, and finished his lunch.
Author: brittyzombie
Pairing(s): Dave/kurt Azimio/Mercedes
Rating: idk. pg-13? haha. There is cussing and usage of words like gay, fag, homo and so on.
7/8
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Emily had spent the last weekend visiting her old friends at her aunts house, and promptly, after reading the vague email from Dave, walked straight into his room (When she returned at 3 in the morning on Monday), disregarding his privacy, and grabbed the nearest soft object (which turned out to be a dog toy) and pelted Dave directly on the face in his sleep. Dave bolted up and roared, “What the fuck, Em!?”
Emily just smiled and dodged the return throw, hiding behind his bedroom door for a moment before leaping onto Dave, grabbing him by his shoulders and shaking him rabidly. “TELL ME EVERYTHING, I MUST KNOW. EVERYTHING.” He eyes were wild, and Dave noted that she was either seriously sleep deprived, or wigging out on something, what he hoped at least was legal. “Everything,” She hissed.
“Dude. First off. Fucking creepy. Stop that. Secondly, dude. It’s fucking,” He checks his clock, the glowing green lights burning into his eyes, “DUDE. Fucking 3:15am. Really?” He rolled over, shrugging her off of him. “Lemme sleep more.”
She latched on to him again, “Do. Not. Avoid. This.”
“Dude. What the f-”
“I SWEAR TO GOD. YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING. I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING.”
At this point, the young girl, with a fresh haircut and newly dyed purple hair, was panting heavily, a crazed look in her eyes. “Emily,” he said slowly, “You’re sort of freaking me out, it’s scaring me. Just calm down and I’ll tell you in the morning.”
Emily whined and rolled off Dave, and the bed completely, landing on the floor clumsily, “But I wanna knooowwwwww. And if you don’t tell me then I have to go attempt sleeeep and I just drove all the way back here and I’m wiiirrreeeddd. I pounded down like, 2 five hour energies and my heart is beating out of my chest but holy shit man I feel like I could run to Chicago and back,” She got up, her hand on her heart, “Dave oh my god feel my heart, man, dude it’s soo fast.”
Dave rolled again, facing away from his sister, “I am not touching your heart.”
“Why? Because it’s by my tits, dude you’re to-”
“Gay. I know. Leave me alone or I’ll fart in your face.”
“Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay… dude it’s starting to sound weird. Do you ever get that? You say a word so much, or spell it, and it just starts to sound weird? Weird.”
“ Go away,” he mumbled into his pillow.
“My hands are shaking.”
“That’s cool. Leave me alone.”
“What if I die, Davey? WHAT IF I DIE? DAVEY OH MY GOD I’M DYING.”
He rolled over, facing her, “Calm the fuck down,” he said, emphasizing the cuss before he closed his eyes again.
“But I’m dy-”
“No. You’re. Not.”
“But -”
“No. Go.” he pulled the blanket over his head, and Emily sighed, and slumped out of the room.
Dave’s phone chimed “New text: Em” 17 times over the next two hours.
“It was uneventful,” Dave said quietly, on the drive to school. Emily was slumped in her seat, her eyes half closed in tiredness. She hazily looked over at Dave, questioning him silently. “I mean, Don’t get me wrong. We talked, we did a lot of talking. I guess it was good. I just don’t know, Em.” He ran a hand over his eyes, “I think.. I think he said he’s giving me a chance. But I don’t know what that means. Are we dating now? Or is he just testing the waters? I’m confused.”
Emily quirked a smile, “That’s good, Davey,” she whispered, eyes closed again. Dave looked at her in confusion. “Before you say anything, it is good. He’s scared, give him time, it’s moving in the right direction though.” She yawned, and pulled the beanie on her head down to cover her eyes.
“I wish mom would have let you stay at home,” Dave mumbled softly, but Emily grunted in response.
After dropping his zombie sister off at the nurses office to take a quick morning nap, the girl was lucky enough to have classes that were just fillers in the morning, Dave found his locker being blocked by a smiling Kurt.
“Good morning, Dave.”
“Um.. Morning,” Dave looked at this locker for a moment, Kurt taking the silent hint to move so he could open it.
“So I’ve been thinking a lot this weekend. I mean really thinking, pros and cons sort of thinking”
Oh great, Dave thought, spinning the lock, and stuffing his book bag in, pulling out his math textbook and accompanying notebook.
“About us and-.”
Here we go, he’s going to let me down. At least he’s doing it softly. I bet it’s that pod kid from the school he was at.
“While I’ve only ever dated on other person before, and might I add that the passion died down quickly as I realized he only ever saw me a cute-”
And now I want to kick the kid’s ass. Kurt is more than cute. Angels make porns about him. Not that.. Not that I think about that. No, that’s… shut up Dave..
“I believe, that after,” Kurt was picking at his nails now, and Dave had two choices, stare at this hands, which looked really soft today, or stare at the sports calendar on this locker door. He kept to the calendar, it felt like safe bet. “that after Friday, and how you’ve been so chivalrous, and how you’ve been so careful of yourself around me, that I just want to tell you-”
Holy crap, brace yourself, Dave. Don’t act out. Just stare and nod when he tells you he doesn’t even want to be friends.
“That I’m not single.” And Kurt just smirked, his hands crossed over his chest.
Well I didn’t see that coming… “Um, so you came to tell me since Friday you’ve already had a boyfriend?. Dave picked a spot in the back of his locker, hoping the disappointment wasn’t showing. All he wanted to do was slam his locker and book it to anywhere, anywhere but there.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I thought you should know.”
“Why?”
“Are you stuck on repeat?”
Dave pursed his lips, and flicked a tongue out to wet them anxiously. “Why. Did. You. Tell. Me.” Dave let out a breath of air.
“Because,” Kurt reached out, and linked arms with Dave, “because you’re my boyfriend.”
Dave’s brain stalled and sputtered, a dopey grin appeared on his face. ‘Kurt, next time, talk to me about it.”
Kurt let go, “Why? Because you suddenly don’t want me?” His arms were crossed again, and his perfected bitchface was on.
Dave shook his head, still smiling, “Not that. You scared me,” He closed his locker, books in one hand, “I was so sure you’d have this over-dramatic story about you don’t even want to be friends with me and that.. That that kid from that school won you over and whatever. I don’t know what I would have done.
Kurt smiled softly, and went around to the other side of Dave, taking his hand in his, “Your hands are sweaty.”
“Well, yeah. I was nervous, and scared.”
“Sorry, boo.”
“Please, use a different name. That’s weird.”
“So what was up with your sister today? She looked dead on her feet.”
“She went to Dayton, which is only an hour and a half away, but she left at like 1:30am or something, so she slammed back a bunch of energy drinks and she crashed right before we left for school. She woke me up, she was acting like a possessed demon.”
“What did she want?”
Dave passed Kurt his phone, “All those messages are from her.
Kurt smiled and laughed, scrolling through the messages.
Text from Em, 3:37am “JUST TELL ME.”
Text from Em, 3:52am, “I THINK I’M DYING. JUST TELL ME.”
Text from Em, 4:15am, “DAVE MY HEART JUST SKIPPED. TELL ME.”
Text from Em, 4:18am, “DAVE WHAT IF I DIE BEFORE YOU TELL ME?”
Text from Em, 4:23am, “I can’t feel my face.”
Text from Em, 4:24am, “I have to pee.”
Kurt let go of Dave’s hand for a moment, stopping in the middle of the hallway, nearly buckled over in laughter, “Your sister, she is insane.”
Dave nodded, and looked around awkwardly at the people walking past them, “Come on.’
“What, afraid of people seeing you with me?”
“No, afraid of people thinking my boyfriend-” it feels weird saying that “-Is insane and needs to be locked up. I have to get to math. I don’t want Mr. Reynolds to get all cranky at me”
Kurt smiled and stood up, taking his hand again, “You’re right. I have World Lit first hour-”
“-With the old lady?” Kurt just nodded. Dave looked horrified, “I’m sorry. You better run.”
Kurt laughed and let go of his hand again, “I’ll see you later?” Dave nodded. Kurt smiled sweetly, and walked in the other direction, his shoulder brushing against Dave deliberately.
Suddenly, it felt like Dave’s whole world was on fire.
“I wanna see your band perform.”
Dave blinked, a pizza slice in his mouth. He looked down for a second only moments before, but it was just long enough for Kurt and Mercedes to join Dave and Azimio. Azimio howled in laughter. Mercedes patted Azimio on the back as he started to choke on air.
“I’m serious.”
“I uh, I don’t know when our next gig is.” Dave’s eyes darted around the cafeteria, landing on his sister, sluggishly walking to the table. It a took a moment, but she stopped, and sat next to Dave. “You look beat up.’
“I’m. Tired.”
“Your fault, if you-”
‘When do you perform next, Emily?” Kurt sat down, finally, “The sweetest, best guitar player in all of Ohio.”
Emily looked at Kurt, her eyes empty, “You didn’t have to suck up. I would have answered you, regardless of any compliments. But thank you.” She smiled sweetly and Kurt was unable to decipher if it was sincere, or one a serial killer uses on her victims. “Friday.” She turned to Dave, “it’s in Dayton, that club we went to like, two months ago. They want us back again. And they knew that we were switching around lead singers, but they requested you for this show.” She stabbed at the lettuce
Kurt smiled at Dave, “I can’t wait. I’ll be there.”
Emily tilted her head, and looked at Dave, questioning.
Dave smiled back, lost in Kurt’s eyes, and nodded, “Neither can I.”
“You two are so cute it might just make me barf up my lunch, and I haven’t even began eating.” Mercedes made a face and Azimio just laughed, his eyes locked on to the sassy girl at this side.
Emily looked around the room, looking for an escape plan, but just busied herself with her lunch, but not before she texted Dave, asking-no, telling him, to inform her what happened.
After his phone chirped, he just nodded at Emily, and finished his lunch.