{fic} What You Got Boy, Is Hard To Find 4/7

[hamhocklover]

 

The park had been opened for exactly 27 minutes when they walked through the gates. They had the obligatory group picture taken in front of the huge water fountains, and then promptly broke up into smaller groups. Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, Tina and Sam headed to The Beast first. Dave, Kurt, Finn, Rachel, Blaine and Puck headed to Delirium and then Flight of Fear.

Dave and Kurt were standing with the rest of their group in line inside the mock UFO hanger of Flight of Fear. Finn was getting nervous since the ride was almost completely pitch black and it wasn’t necessarily a secret that he was afraid of the dark. Rachel tried to soothe him by rubbing on his back.

“You’re such a fag…hahaha.”

“Shut up, homo.”

“You shut up, gay-tard, before I tell your mommy you wussed out on Drop Tower.” A group of loud, obnoxious idiots entered the waiting area behind where Dave, Kurt and the rest of the group were standing. Kurt and Dave locked eyes. Kurt reached down very slowly and grabbed Dave’s hand, squeezing it lightly before walking forward conspicuously as the line progressed. The laughter of the group behind them stopped immediately.

“Homophobe alert: aisle twelve.” Puck mimicked an intercom voice into his fist/imaginary microphone. Dave smiled and pushed Puck playfully on his back as the line progressed again.

“Fuck this, man. Let’s get out of here.” One ignorant homophobe muttered to the others as they snaked their way out of the line. “Yer liable to catch something from sittin behind them freaks.”

Dave rolled his eyes and shook his head. Kurt snickered, mocking the country hick drawl the boys had been speaking with. “How many times did that boy’s mama have to remind him…yet he still forgot to bring his gay disinfectant spray.”

The group laughed as the line progressed. Dave brought Kurt’s hand to his mouth and kissed it tenderly. “You’re amazing, you know…” he whispered quietly.

“Not really. What’s amazing is how far those bigots have to come to be useful members of society.”

After the two groups reunited, Blaine introduced everyone to Tommy, a friend of his that worked in the live shows department. They were offered a tour of the behind-the-scenes stuff and Blaine showed everyone where he performed and some of the costumes and props of the Motown show he was going to be staring in later that month.

“I would get so nervous singing and dancing in front of a whole amusement park full of people.” Brittany said, standing at the edge of the empty stage.

“Actually, not a lot of people actually come to the shows unless it’s raining.” Blaine explained, laughing slightly.

“Yeah…only when the weather turns bad…do we have a packed house.” Tommy laughed.

“But sometimes, people from dance companies or talent scouts show up and that could be your big break.” Blaine added.

“That’s so exciting.” Brittany answered, still in awe of the whole experience. She and Tommy began discussing her filling out an application since they were actually looking for female singers with strong dancing experience.

Just as Santana started to roll her eyes at the ‘needless waste of time’ (although it was clear to everybody else that she was just jealous of Tommy’s attention) he handed them all coupons for free lunch at any restaurant in the park…since they were friends of Blaine and ‘anyone who’s a friend of Blaine…’ he said.

Santana took the coupon, Brit’s hand and walked off, smiling supportively at Brit but leering at Tommy over her shoulder. She stopped complaining about his overly-apparent flirting just long enough to enjoy her lunch.

Back in line for Firehawk, Dave’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He dropped Kurt’s hand as he unzipped it, unlocking his phone and staring at the screen. Kurt could tell instantly it was something serious since Dave stared at his screen for much longer than necessary…which worried Kurt even more. Finally, Dave turned the phone around, holding it up for Kurt to read.

1 Message from ‘Z’

Sent today @ 1:41pm

I ain’t mad at ya

Kurt looked back at Dave, eyebrows furrowed. “What does that mean?” he whispered.

“I don’t know.” Dave answered truthfully. He replied with a single question mark. “I guess we’ll find out…if he wants to talk, that is.”

The line progressed and they got closer to getting on the coaster when Dave’s phone vibrated again.

can we talk? got some shit I need to say. come over if you want.

Dave read the message and then turned it around for Kurt to read too.

@kings island - Dave typed.

shit…my bad. sorry to bother you, call if ya want, whenever

Dave dropped his phone back in his pocket and zipped it closed, staring off into space.

“You alright, babe?” Kurt whispered.

“I’m good. Just wondering…you know…what he has to say.” Dave stared off into space for a while, deep in thought. The line moved forward and he snapped out of it, turning back and pulling Kurt into a hug. “Doesn’t matter what he has to say though, I’m good, Kurt…I’ve got you.” He smiled, leaned in a kissed Kurt lightly on the lips.

“Cheesy much?” Kurt chuckled as he pulled back from the kiss, walking past Dave and lining up for the front row.

“It’s all your fault, you know.” Dave answered.

“Definitely, guilty as charged, I admit…completely my fault.” Kurt deadpanned.

After getting off the ride, they broke off from the rest of the group and decided to get Dippin Dots. They found some shade while everyone else headed to Vortex. Dave pulled out his phone and found Azimio’s number. He planted his spoon back into the dish of ice cream in Kurt’s hands as he brought his phone to his ear, an anxious look on his face. Kurt smiled as sweetly as he could, trying to ease his boyfriend’s tension.

“Hey man. Uh…thanks for callin.” Azimio began.

“Yeah…no problem.” Dave replied.

There was a long pause and Dave didn’t know if he was supposed to say something or if Azimio was just gathering his nerve. Kurt took another bite of his tiny balls of ice cream and watched David’s face intently. He dropped his hand to Dave's thigh and squeezed lightly as they sat on a bench, side by side in the shade.

“I know why you didn’t tell me.” Azimio said finally. “I wouldn’t have told me neither.”

Dave was silent.

“I thought it was a fuckin joke, ok? I mean, when I saw it. I was waiting for you to be like, ‘nah…just playin.’ But then…man…then I was just pissed, you know. I was pissed that that’s how I had to find out what the fuck was going on with you.”

Dave swallowed and placed his hand on top of Kurt’s on his leg.

“I’m sorry for freaking out and blocking you and shit but man, that was just…” Azimio continued, “it sucked. I wish…I wish you coulda told me, Dave…like, to my face.”

“You know I couldn’t have done that.” Dave answered quietly.

“Yeah, I know. I woulda flipped the fuck out. Done something stupid like try and start a fight or some lame ass childish shit. So…yeah…I understand, alright. I know why you didn’t tell me. That’s why…I ain’t mad at ya.”

“Ok.” Dave answered hesitantly, not sure if the conversation was basically done at that point. There was silence on both ends.

“But hey. Listen to this, man. Ok, at first I thought…maybe you hanging around Hummel too much made you decide to turn gay for him, you know…I thought it was his fault and I was pissed at him for doing that to you.”

“Az…it doesn’t work like that.”

“I know dude, listen!” Azimio was wound up. “That’d be like me wanting to get with Beyonce and then deciding to be black. I mean, dude…I get it now. I went online…” Azimio chuckled, “…yeah…D, you’d be proud of me…I actually read shit, alright? I found out that’s just the way some people are and you can’t help it and kids are killing themselves cause they hate being gay so much they’d rather die. And that’s fucked up.”

“Yeah…it is.”

“I just…I just wanted you to know…” Azimio got quiet and spoke slower, “that I’m sorry, alright? I wanna be, you know…bros again, man. I miss hanging out with you and I know that makes me sound gay and shit but…”

“No, Z,” Dave’s voice was suddenly irritated, “telling your ex-best friend you miss hanging out doesn’t make you sound gay. Saying you like to suck cock makes you sound gay.”

“Man…come on. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean…and it’s still wrong. If you and me are gonna be friends again you gotta watch what you say. And not just when I’m around, ok? All the time. I can’t have a friend acting all cool to my face and then cutting up with vulgar homophobic jokes behind my back.”

“Alright, man…I get it. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the same guy anymore.” Dave’s voice was lower. “So if you’re thinking you wanna go back to the way it used to be, I’m gonna have to tell you no. I’ve changed, I’m…better now. If you wanna change and get better too, then great. I’ll help. Cause that’s what friends do.”

Kurt was biting his lip, listening to the one-sided conversation, dying to butt in or help in some way but knowing that all he could do was be there for his boyfriend.

Azimio was silent.

“I miss hanging out with you too, Azimio. I still see your career stats every time I load Black Ops, man.” Dave chuckled.

Azimio snorted. “Yeah…cause I always whooped your ass in that game.” There was more silence before Azimio started again, a lighter, friendlier tone to his voice. “So…alright…I gotta ask one thing, Big D. Why Hummel? I mean, seriously?” he laughed, “If you’re gonna dig on dudes…why not a real dude? All those freaky outfits he wears…walking around the school like he owned the place. He was always such a…a bitch, man…” Azimio trailed off.

“You know what, Z…Kurt’s bitchiness is one of the things I love most about him.” Dave smiled at Kurt.

“Shit…he’s sitting right there, ain’t he?”

“Yep.”

“Sorry, dude…uh…tell him…can you tell I’m sorry for shoving him around and…what I did to those weird googoo shoes he had on that time.”

“Sure, I’ll tell him.” Kurt leaned in and kissed Dave on the cheek, happy that things were working out so well. Azimio could call him a bitch all he wanted as long as he and Dave were on good terms again. Well, he might have to reexamine that subject later. This wasn’t about him right now.

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

“Well…uh…I’ll let you get back to the rides and shit. Um, have fun.”

“Thanks. We will. I’ll talk to you later. I work a lot but maybe on my next day off we can get together for some Halo.”

“Sounds good.” Azimio answered. “Just let me know. I mean…I don’t wanna take time away from your…boy…friend--man, that just sounds weird…I’m sorry.”

Dave chuckled. “It’s alright…it takes a while…you know, to get used to it. My dad still can’t say it without rolling his eyes.”

“Aww, man…I wish I coulda been there when Big K found out.” Azimio laughed at the thought.

“No, you don’t.” Dave replied. “Man, it looked like he stopped breathing...I thought he was gonna pass out or have a stroke or something. But…it gets better. Now it’s almost like…I don’t know…almost normal, you know.”

“That’s cool.” There was an awkward silence and finally Azimio spoke again. “Alright. Go ride Diamondback for me. And yeah…have fun with Hummel. Later, Dave.”

“Bye, Az.”

Dave slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked at Kurt, a stunned smile on his face. “Wow…” he whispered.

“Wow is right.”

“So…do they import this water all the way from Australia?” Brittany asked as the water from the wave pool lapped at her toes.

Kurt, Dave and Santana shot her identical puzzled looks.

She rolled her eyes at them. “Hello? It’s called Boomerang Bay. Boomerang’s are from Australia. Come on, guys…I’m not stupid. There are boomerangs and surfboards like everywhere…” She adjusted the straps on her swim suit. “I was just wondering if the water was authentic too.”

“No, Brit.” Dave answered helpfully, “They import the water from Indiana. That’s why there aren’t any sharks, remember?”

“Oh, yeah…sharks.” She took a step back from the edge of the water. “But how can you be sure?”

Santana placed her hands on Brittany’s shoulders, walking with her into ankle-deep water. “Remember, sweetie, I pinkie-promised you there wouldn’t be any sharks. You have to trust me.”

Brittany took a deep breath and looked up at her girlfriend, finally smiling and taking another step into the water. “I trust you, Tana.”

They bobbed around in the wave pool for a while until Brittany announced she wanted to go to the kiddie pool. The other three decided to take off up to the top of the Tasmanian Typhoon. Dave joked that it looked like a huge toilet bowl. But it was fun. They quickly got back in line. Then they raced each other down the Collangatta Racer…Dave coming in a decisive first. Santana demanded a rematch, claiming he jump too early.

“I’m a gay sea otter…I blow other dudes out of the water.” Dave deadpanned.

Santana howled, “Oh my god…I freaking love Bo Burnham!” She hi-fived Dave as they got back in line, singing together. “I hate catchy choruses and I’m a hypocrite, a hungry, hungry hypocrite…”

Kurt shook his head at the silly lyrics they were singing quite loudly as they walked the steps back up the racer.

“Take off your bras and burn em, you can let me burn em. Let Bo Burnham burn em, burn em!” Dave sang loud and proud along with Santana, enjoying embarrassing Kurt with his goofiness. Until he caught sight of the group of homophobes from earlier that day walking up the steps behind them. He locked eyes with one of them and turned around, grumbling that the morons were back. Kurt and Santana rolled their eyes and concentrated instead on the steps they still had to climb.

After spending an hour splashing around/cooling off in the waterpark, the four friends dried off, changed and headed back to meet up with the whole group again. According to text messages, they were supposed to meet outside Adventure Express. Everyone was there…except…

“Where’s Blaine?” Kurt asked no one in particular.

“Oh, he had to use the restroom, he promised he’d be right back.” Rachel answered helpfully.

Kurt surveyed the small group again, “And Puck…?” his eyes fell on Finn. His lack of eye contact told Kurt what he didn’t want to know. Kurt glanced over to Sam, who was very skillfully playing dumb, talking to Mercedes and Brittany about the stuffed animal he won in the arcade.

“Be right back.” Kurt muttered tersely as he strode deliberately towards the men’s room. Puck was coming out as he rounded the corner and they nearly bumped into each other. “Puckerman.” Kurt greeted him in a stern voice his father would be proud of.

“Sup Kurt.” Puck answered coolly, a satisfied smile plastered on his face. As if he didn’t have a care in the world.

Kurt rolled his eyes and continued into the restroom, finding Blaine standing in front of the mirror, cupping water with his hand, swirling it in his mouth and spitting it out. A guilty smile spread across his face as Kurt came to stand next to him.

“What?” Blaine asked after several long, tense moments of silence.

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Blaine still couldn’t lose the guilty smile as he wiped his face with a paper towel.

“Way to be the stereotype, Blaine!” Kurt spit the words at his friend, “Really! Way to be the whore!”

Blaine’s smile faltered. He narrowed his eyes and tightened his upper lip. “Oh come on, Dad. It’s not hurting anybody. We’re just having a little fun.”

“A little fun?” Kurt shouted louder than expected, then lowered his voice to a whispered hiss. “In a bathroom stall at an amusement park? Are you kidding me, Blaine?” Kurt’s arms were crossed against his chest and he may have been tapping his foot, he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t explain why he went into ‘parent mode’ with Blaine with his sudden oral-obsession antics but he needed to let Blaine know he was being irresponsible. He knew that’s what a friend would do.

“Like I said…it’s not hurting anybody.” Blaine’s tone and smirk were still defiant.

“You know what…fine. Alright?” Kurt shrugged his shoulders, attempting indifference. “I don’t even care. Feel free to suck off Puck and Sam and Tommy too, while you’re at it…why not the whole damn amusement park as well! They should make you the new attraction, Blaine. They’ll call it “Deep Throat” and all the guys can just line up, strap in and hang on for a blowing good time.”

“Don’t be silly, Kurt.” Blaine shook his head condescendingly. “Deep throating is over-rated. It’s all in the wrist.” He added the appropriate hand gesture to demonstrate.

Kurt stomped his foot and let out an exasperated grunt. He opened his mouth to speak just as a man entered the restroom holding the hand of a small boy. Kurt’s eyes narrowed at Blaine, whose expression was still aggravatingly coy. He attempted to walk past Kurt and out the door but Kurt blocked him. They waited in tense silence for the father to help his son pee, wash his hands and sticky face and then exit.

Kurt turned back to Blaine as the man left the restroom, “You know Mercedes lost her boyfriend and doesn’t have the slightest clue as to why exactly? Sam’s guilt tore them apart and you can’t stand to lose your shit-eating smile for two minutes. I mean, seriously, Blaine. Think about what would have happened if you’d gotten caught. You work here! Your King’s Island career would be over. Imagine for one second how embarrassed you’d be!”

That thought seemed to nudge Blaine’s conscience, as he broke eye contact and looked down. They stood in silence for a moment longer before Blaine glanced up at his friend. “I can’t help it, Kurt. Once Noah starts talking and…god…I mean…have you seen the guy?”

“Yes, I’ve seen the guy. I know the guy. I’ve known the guy a lot longer than you have, Blaine.”

Blaine turned towards the mirror, staring at himself for a moment before dropping his eyes again. “That was pretty stupid, huh?” He mumbled. “Damn…what was I thinking? What if…what if we had been caught? I don’t think I could live with myself.”

“Exactly.” Kurt replied, his voice quieter.

Blaine turned to his friend and opened his arms for a hug. “I’m sorry, Kurt. What would I do without you?”

“Public indecency charges come to mind.” Kurt chuckled into Blaine’s shoulder. “And…hey. I’m sorry too, love…I shouldn’t have called you…that. That wasn’t very nice of me.”

Blaine chuckled as he pulled back from the hug. “It’s kinda true, though...” he whispered as he turned towards the mirror again. “I mean…look at me. I’m like a blow job junkie.” Blaine leaned forward, inspecting his face, tapping his fingers lightly on his still swollen lips. “Sometimes it’s all I can think about…you know? Well, you wouldn’t know, would you? Just wait til you give your first blow job, Kurt…you’ll understand.”

Ok, now Kurt was miffed. He crossed his arms back over his chest and cocked his head to the side. “And what makes you think I haven’t had oral sex, Blaine?”

Blaine turned back to his friend and gave his best ‘bitch, please…’ look. When Kurt didn’t flinch, Blaine’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“Yes. Really. And I’ll have you know, Dave and I have had no problem keeping it in our pants while at a family fun park, thank you very much. He rubbed sunblock all over me at the waterpark earlier and there was not the slightest hint of impropriety.”

Blaine smirked. “Uh-huh.” He leaned back against the bathroom wall and crossed his arms over his chest, mocking Kurt’s attempt at superiority. “What you mean to say is…you already got your rocks off this morning, before we got on the road. That’s why we got such a late start. It had nothing to do with Finn and his mysteriously missing flip flop, did it?”

Kurt tried to keep a straight face but failed. “Nope, nothing...” he giggled. “Oh my god…it’s awesome, isn’t it? I mean I don’t understand how you’re expected to get out of bed and be a productive member of society after discovering what sex is all about.”

“You’re so cute, Kurt. We need to get back to everybody…but seriously, I expect details later…”

“Ok. But Blaine, I’m ok not hearing details from you, if that’s ok.”

“My lips are sealed. Well…when they’re not stretched wide around Noah’s cock, that is…” Blaine laughed as they walked out of the restroom and towards the group of friends.

“Oh my god, stop.” Kurt laughed, punching Blaine in the arm as he caught sight of his boyfriend waiting for him.

Ch 5 - I'm all strung out, my heart is fried