{fic} What You Got Boy, Is Hard To Find 5/7
The sun had set, bringing the park alive with a million flashing lights. They had all ridden every ride at least twice and Kurt and Blaine decided to go on an Invertigo marathon before the park closed. Brittany and Santana joined them while Dave, Finn, Sam and Puck headed back to Diamondback. Rachel, Tina and Mercedes decided to chill back in the air-conditioned arcade while munching on funnel cakes and cotton candy. They all agreed to meet in front of the Sling Shot for the best view of the fireworks right at closing.
On the sixth back-to-back Invertigo ride, Kurt and Blaine got in the front forward-facing seats while Santana and Brit got separated and had to wait for the next ride. Invertigo was their favorite, but unlike Vortex or The Beast, there was only one train instead of two or three constantly running. Kurt checked his watch to make sure they still had time for one more ride. He glanced behind him and waved to the girls as he climbed into his seat, only to lock eyes with the four homophobes from earlier, buckling into another car. They leered at him and he rolled his eyes, looking down and adjusting his restraint.
Kurt and Blaine made their way off the coaster and ran for the exit, racing to get back in line, knowing they’d have time for only one more before the line was shut down and the fireworks began. He knew Dave and the rest of the group was probably on their way. Just then he felt a firm shove against his back and he stumbled to the ground, landing hard on his side. He watched in helpless slow motion as Blaine was thrown to the ground next to him, hitting his knees hard without any chance to catch himself.
“Watch where you’re goin, fags.” One idiot shouted, laughter in his voice.
“You fucking ran right into us, ya homo.” Another moron spit out.
“You bigoted assholes!” Kurt shouted as the four assailants walked away quickly, leaving Kurt and Blaine on the ground. Kurt pulled himself up as Blaine rolled over to a sitting position on the ground. Blood was oozing from a deep cut on his knee. “Oh my god, Blaine…are you ok?” Kurt kneeled down, feeling the tightness in his hip but ignoring it to tend to his friend. “Can you get up? The bathroom’s right over there. We can wash this off.”
“Yeah…I think so…help me up.” Blaine hissed at the pain as Kurt helped him to his feet, reaching for the edge of a nearby trashcan to steady himself. He wrapped his arm around Kurt’s shoulder as they hobbled their way to the restroom.
Dave, Finn, Sam and Puck were coming around a corner on their way to the meeting spot when they passed the four idiots. One made lingering eye contact with Dave while the others passed him by, laughing amongst themselves. There was something not right and Dave knew it immediately. Looking ahead through the crowds he could see Kurt and Blaine struggling to get off the ground. He took off, running the remaining distance to where they were.
“Are you alright, Kurt?” He asked in a panic.
“I’m fine. Blaine’s knee is bleeding. David…we were…”
“I know.” Dave stated gruffly. Finn, Sam and Puck had arrived, along with Santana and Brittany. Dave leaned down and kissed Kurt lightly on the lips, “I’ll be right back, babe. I swear.” Then turning to Finn, he mumbled, “Take care of him.” And he was gone, headed in the direction they’d just come from. Puck followed.
They ran through the crowds as the fireworks began. Groups of people frozen still and staring into the sky caused racing through the crowds almost impossible but they managed. They caught sight of the four bigots as one of them glanced over his shoulder. He locked eyes with Dave and immediately started running, causing the other three to scatter into the crowds. Dave followed the one he’d locked eyes with earlier, as he stupidly ran between two buildings. When it turned into a gated dead end, he turned around, gasping in fear as Dave approached.
Dave was seeing red. All he wanted to do was pound the asshole into the ground. To hurt him, break him, make him pay. But as he got closer to the boy, when he locked eyes with him…he stopped. He saw something familiar. Too familiar. It was fear, disgust, hatred but he knew that was all just a mask. He felt like he was looking at a smaller, younger version of himself from a year ago.
“Get away from me, you damn queer.” The boy attempted anger but it came out sounding more like a childish whine.
Dave’s face relaxed as he took a step closer. “You got what you wanted…” Dave’s voice was low and rough as he took another step. “We’re finally alone.” He smirked at the boy.
“W-w-what? What are you talking about? I don’t want you.”
“Of course you do, Bubba. You’ve been checking me out all day. My friends too. I could tell immediately what you were.” Dave kept his voice steady as he took another step. He felt pity for the kid but only slightly. The fireworks continued overhead, lighting up the sky and coloring the dark alley with flashes of red, purple and gold.
“You don’t know me. I said get away.”
“But I do…see…you’re just like me.” Dave slowly took a step closer. “You caught the gay from someone and now you’re afraid.” Dave stood only a few feet away. “You’re afraid it shows. You’re afraid your friends will find out. But most of all, you’re afraid you won’t be able to stop yourself if…when…you see something you want.”
“No, dammit! I’m not a homo, alright!” The kid’s voice was higher, panicked, pleading.
“How old are you, Bubba?” Dave asked quietly.
“Fuck off.” He spat back, his lower lip trembling. His back and palms were pressed against the wall behind him.
“14…15…?”
“16, you asshole.” The pounding of the fireworks in the distance echoed the pounding of the kid’s heart.
“Right. 16 years old…” Dave caught sight of Puck standing guard at the entrance to the small alley. He turned back to the kid and smiled as his next step closed the distance completely. “I’m only trying to help you.” Dave’s voice was soothing and low as his chest rubbed ever so lightly across the boy’s body. He reached his hand slowly up to his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb.
The kid’s eyes were glued on Dave’s lips as their faces came closer. His lips parted and the internal struggle was written on his face. But when they locked eyes, he suddenly spit at Dave, hitting him on the cheek, his eyes going wild. “Fuck you, you faggot!”
“Ahh. Now you’ve gone and pissed me off.” Dave muttered, removing his hand from the guy’s face and wiping his cheek with the back of it. In an instant he had his hand planted firmly on the younger guy’s cock, shoving him back against the wall with his full weight. “You feel that, don’t you, Bubba. You know what that is…?” Dave squeezed the semi-hard bulge in the boy’s pants. His eyes went wide and he whimpered at the touch. “That’s your tiny…little…gay…cock! And no matter how many white trash bitches spread their legs for you…you’ll never enjoy it. You’ll never be happy. You’ll never be satisfied…cause it’s all a lie.” Dave’s breath was hot against the boy’s ear, causing him to moan and writhe against Dave’s body. “You know what you are…” he whispered hot into his ear, “…you can’t deny it.” Dave pulled back, staring at him. The kid’s eyes darted frantically from Dave’s eyes to his lips. Dave smiled, a sinister glint in his eye. “You wanna…you wanna kiss me right now, don’t you?”
The boy was silent, his lips trembling.
“You do. You…you wanna know what it’s like. You want me, say it.”
The boy kept his eyes fixed on Dave’s lip, finally nodding, biting his lower lip and whispering a small ‘yes...’
Dave smiled and leaned in closer, giving the boy one last second of hope before dropping his hand from his crotch and quickly spinning him around, twisting his arm up behind him as he planted the kid’s face and chest against the wall. “Well, that’s not gonna happen.”
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry, man…I’m sorry…” the kid mumbled, his face pushed into the wall with Dave’s arm pressing against his neck.
“You listen to me, Bubba and you listen good. These fireworks you hear, that’s gonna be your reminder. Every time you hear fireworks…every Fourth of July, every Labor Day, every Friday night Reds game…you’re gonna remember me. You’re gonna remember that you wanted me. You’re gonna remember what that felt like and until you learn how to live with yourself and be a respectable human being, those fireworks will eat at your soul. You got that? And every gay person you even think about harassing will see you…and they’ll know. They’ll see it in your eyes. Cause you can’t hide it. Try and lie to yourself but the rest of us…we know. We always know.” With that he dropped his hold on the boy, causing him to crumble against the wall and fall to the ground, mumbling apologies into his hands. Dave stood over the boy as his sobs were drowned out by the fireworks finale. “But one day…one of us might actually forgive you.”
Dave stomped off back down the alley towards Puck. They walked silently side by side, back in the direction where Kurt and the rest of the group waited.
“You alright, man?” Puck finally asked as Dave’s slowed steps came to a stop.
“I’ll be alright.” Dave shook his head and took a long, ragged breath, trying to calm himself. “That just…sucked.” Dave pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to breathe deeply, waiting for the adrenaline to slowly leave his body. They ducked into a restroom and Dave splashed some water on his face.
“How’d you know?” Puck asked quietly.
He looked up at Puck’s reflection, shaking his head slowly. “It was like looking in the mirror…but it was the worst possible version of myself. Can’t believe that used to be me.” Dave sighed deeply, tearing off a paper towel and burying his face in. He leaned his back against the bathroom wall staring into the distance. He turned swiftly, swinging his fist hard and hitting the bathroom stall divider with a low agonizing grunt. “Fuck!” he swung again, hitting above his head as he leaned his forehead against the wall. “How many more are there, man? Violent, angry, closeted gay-hating gays…how many?”
“Dude, it’s alright.” Puck placed his hand cautiously on Dave’s shoulder. “There’s one less today…ok…because of you. It sucks but…you did the right thing. I woulda just beat his ass into the ground if I’d found him. It woulda felt great but…you…you actually…I don’t know, helped the guy. That’s something to be proud of.”
“I don’t feel proud, Puckerman. I feel like shit.” Dave replied.
“It’s alright, man. Don’t do this to yourself.” He spoke quietly as they turned to leave the restroom, “Come on, Kurt needs you right now.”
They rejoined the group and Dave collapsed onto the bench next to Kurt, engulfing him in a massive hug. “Are you ok, babe?” Dave asked quietly.
“Now that you’re back, yes.” Kurt nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around his boyfriend. “Dave, you’re trembling. What happened?”
Dave didn’t reply immediately. He just breathed into the warmth of Kurt’s neck, still trying to calm himself. “I love you, Kurt.” He whispered quietly. “I don’t deserve you. I never should have gotten the chance to be with you and I will never be worthy of your love.”
“David, you’re scaring me.” Kurt whispered, pulling back and looking into Dave’s eyes. “What happened? Did you…did you find those guys…did something happen?”
Dave looked up at Puck. The rest of the group was engrossed in his version of the events. Puck claimed to have found one of the bigot losers hiding between two buildings. He threatened the kid, scared him so bad he made him piss his pants. But there wasn’t any violence. There wasn’t any need for it. The new Puckerman was better than that, he claimed.
Dave turned back to Kurt and sniffled. “No…nothing happened,” he answered quietly as he stood, pulling Kurt up with him.
“Good.” Kurt smiled, taking his boyfriend’s hand. “Then let’s go home.”
Santana had bought a cup of ice from a snack bar and wrapped a handful into a plastic bag for Blaine’s knee. But instead of walking, Puck insisted he ride piggy-back style all the way out to the cars, lightening the mood, making Blaine laugh and giggle as Puck galloped through the now mostly deserted park.
Kurt asked Dave to drive his car since his hip was still hurting. He declined the offer of an ice pack, instead claiming he just wanted to rest. It was after midnight and they still had almost two hours of driving before they got home.
Kurt pulled out his phone as they passed through Dayton.
“Hey, Carole…yeah, we’re on our way home. No, Dave’s driving…oh…dad’s already in bed? Ok, we’ll be quiet when we get in.” Dave listened to the one-sided conversation as Finn, Rachel and Mercedes cuddled in the back seat. “Yeah, we had fun. I um, tripped and fell and hurt myself but it’s not that bad. Yeah. Ok. What? Are you serious?” Dave looked over at Kurt, curious what the conversation had turned to. “Ok…I’ll ask Dave. Wow, thanks. Well, of course he will. Are you sure? Yeah, I’ll tell Finn too.” Kurt turned slightly, looking in the back seat at his brother’s closed eyes. “Yeah, I think he’s asleep already. Ok, see you in the morning.”
Kurt turned off his phone and looked out at the darkness. “My dad wants you to know…” he whispered, “…that if you’re too tired to drive the rest of the way to your house once we get to mine…you can spend the night.” He paused and glanced sideways at Dave. “And not necessarily on the couch. Um…with me, if you want.”
Dave smiled. Wow, he thought. There was nothing he wanted more than to snuggle up with Kurt once they got to his house.
“He wanted you to know that he trusts you and he’s confident that no ‘funny business’ will be taking place in my bed.” Kurt smirked as he looked over at Dave.
“No funny business in the bed, huh?” Dave whispered back.
“Nope, none.” Kurt answered. Dave glanced over again and saw the mischievous smile playing across Kurt’s mouth. Kurt leaned across the car console and whispered into Dave’s ear, “We’ll just have to make sure we get it out of our system in the bathroom and shower before we even make it to the bed.”
“Mm-hmm. There’s the sex monster I know and love…” Dave chuckled. He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to Kurt. “Can you text my mom and tell her I’m spending the night? She’s already asleep but she’ll get it in the morning and then hopefully not freak out.”
Kurt sent the text and then set the phone down. He smiled, reclining his seat slightly and closing his eyes. “So…” Kurt spoke after several minutes of silence, “…are you gonna tell me what really happened when you chased after those guys?”
Dave was silent. He was beginning to feel ok about the whole situation but trying to explain it to Kurt would be difficult. “If you really want to know what happened…babe…then of course, I’ll tell you. But…I’d rather not. I hope that makes sense.” Dave searched Kurt’s eyes in the darkened front seat, hoping he understood.
There was a long stretch of silence as Kurt contemplated his choice. Of course he trusted his boyfriend. He believed him when he said there was no violence. No matter how bigoted the assholes were, violent behavior is never acceptable. He just worried for his boyfriend…he could tell he was feeling guilty about something. He listened to the light snoring coming from the back seat. He couldn’t tell if it was Mercedes or Finn but he was happy they could sleep so soundly. He looked ahead into the darkness of the interstate and the tiny red dots of the cars ahead of them. Then Kurt looked over at Dave. He imagined snuggling with him later that night, with permission, in his own bed. A contented smile passed over his face and he sighed.
Kurt reached over, taking Dave’s hand and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed the back of it lightly and held it to his cheek. “I trust you, David. You don’t have to tell me. Let's just...go home.”
Ch 6 - I just can't get you off my mind
On the sixth back-to-back Invertigo ride, Kurt and Blaine got in the front forward-facing seats while Santana and Brit got separated and had to wait for the next ride. Invertigo was their favorite, but unlike Vortex or The Beast, there was only one train instead of two or three constantly running. Kurt checked his watch to make sure they still had time for one more ride. He glanced behind him and waved to the girls as he climbed into his seat, only to lock eyes with the four homophobes from earlier, buckling into another car. They leered at him and he rolled his eyes, looking down and adjusting his restraint.
Kurt and Blaine made their way off the coaster and ran for the exit, racing to get back in line, knowing they’d have time for only one more before the line was shut down and the fireworks began. He knew Dave and the rest of the group was probably on their way. Just then he felt a firm shove against his back and he stumbled to the ground, landing hard on his side. He watched in helpless slow motion as Blaine was thrown to the ground next to him, hitting his knees hard without any chance to catch himself.
“Watch where you’re goin, fags.” One idiot shouted, laughter in his voice.
“You fucking ran right into us, ya homo.” Another moron spit out.
“You bigoted assholes!” Kurt shouted as the four assailants walked away quickly, leaving Kurt and Blaine on the ground. Kurt pulled himself up as Blaine rolled over to a sitting position on the ground. Blood was oozing from a deep cut on his knee. “Oh my god, Blaine…are you ok?” Kurt kneeled down, feeling the tightness in his hip but ignoring it to tend to his friend. “Can you get up? The bathroom’s right over there. We can wash this off.”
“Yeah…I think so…help me up.” Blaine hissed at the pain as Kurt helped him to his feet, reaching for the edge of a nearby trashcan to steady himself. He wrapped his arm around Kurt’s shoulder as they hobbled their way to the restroom.
Dave, Finn, Sam and Puck were coming around a corner on their way to the meeting spot when they passed the four idiots. One made lingering eye contact with Dave while the others passed him by, laughing amongst themselves. There was something not right and Dave knew it immediately. Looking ahead through the crowds he could see Kurt and Blaine struggling to get off the ground. He took off, running the remaining distance to where they were.
“Are you alright, Kurt?” He asked in a panic.
“I’m fine. Blaine’s knee is bleeding. David…we were…”
“I know.” Dave stated gruffly. Finn, Sam and Puck had arrived, along with Santana and Brittany. Dave leaned down and kissed Kurt lightly on the lips, “I’ll be right back, babe. I swear.” Then turning to Finn, he mumbled, “Take care of him.” And he was gone, headed in the direction they’d just come from. Puck followed.
They ran through the crowds as the fireworks began. Groups of people frozen still and staring into the sky caused racing through the crowds almost impossible but they managed. They caught sight of the four bigots as one of them glanced over his shoulder. He locked eyes with Dave and immediately started running, causing the other three to scatter into the crowds. Dave followed the one he’d locked eyes with earlier, as he stupidly ran between two buildings. When it turned into a gated dead end, he turned around, gasping in fear as Dave approached.
Dave was seeing red. All he wanted to do was pound the asshole into the ground. To hurt him, break him, make him pay. But as he got closer to the boy, when he locked eyes with him…he stopped. He saw something familiar. Too familiar. It was fear, disgust, hatred but he knew that was all just a mask. He felt like he was looking at a smaller, younger version of himself from a year ago.
“Get away from me, you damn queer.” The boy attempted anger but it came out sounding more like a childish whine.
Dave’s face relaxed as he took a step closer. “You got what you wanted…” Dave’s voice was low and rough as he took another step. “We’re finally alone.” He smirked at the boy.
“W-w-what? What are you talking about? I don’t want you.”
“Of course you do, Bubba. You’ve been checking me out all day. My friends too. I could tell immediately what you were.” Dave kept his voice steady as he took another step. He felt pity for the kid but only slightly. The fireworks continued overhead, lighting up the sky and coloring the dark alley with flashes of red, purple and gold.
“You don’t know me. I said get away.”
“But I do…see…you’re just like me.” Dave slowly took a step closer. “You caught the gay from someone and now you’re afraid.” Dave stood only a few feet away. “You’re afraid it shows. You’re afraid your friends will find out. But most of all, you’re afraid you won’t be able to stop yourself if…when…you see something you want.”
“No, dammit! I’m not a homo, alright!” The kid’s voice was higher, panicked, pleading.
“How old are you, Bubba?” Dave asked quietly.
“Fuck off.” He spat back, his lower lip trembling. His back and palms were pressed against the wall behind him.
“14…15…?”
“16, you asshole.” The pounding of the fireworks in the distance echoed the pounding of the kid’s heart.
“Right. 16 years old…” Dave caught sight of Puck standing guard at the entrance to the small alley. He turned back to the kid and smiled as his next step closed the distance completely. “I’m only trying to help you.” Dave’s voice was soothing and low as his chest rubbed ever so lightly across the boy’s body. He reached his hand slowly up to his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb.
The kid’s eyes were glued on Dave’s lips as their faces came closer. His lips parted and the internal struggle was written on his face. But when they locked eyes, he suddenly spit at Dave, hitting him on the cheek, his eyes going wild. “Fuck you, you faggot!”
“Ahh. Now you’ve gone and pissed me off.” Dave muttered, removing his hand from the guy’s face and wiping his cheek with the back of it. In an instant he had his hand planted firmly on the younger guy’s cock, shoving him back against the wall with his full weight. “You feel that, don’t you, Bubba. You know what that is…?” Dave squeezed the semi-hard bulge in the boy’s pants. His eyes went wide and he whimpered at the touch. “That’s your tiny…little…gay…cock! And no matter how many white trash bitches spread their legs for you…you’ll never enjoy it. You’ll never be happy. You’ll never be satisfied…cause it’s all a lie.” Dave’s breath was hot against the boy’s ear, causing him to moan and writhe against Dave’s body. “You know what you are…” he whispered hot into his ear, “…you can’t deny it.” Dave pulled back, staring at him. The kid’s eyes darted frantically from Dave’s eyes to his lips. Dave smiled, a sinister glint in his eye. “You wanna…you wanna kiss me right now, don’t you?”
The boy was silent, his lips trembling.
“You do. You…you wanna know what it’s like. You want me, say it.”
The boy kept his eyes fixed on Dave’s lip, finally nodding, biting his lower lip and whispering a small ‘yes...’
Dave smiled and leaned in closer, giving the boy one last second of hope before dropping his hand from his crotch and quickly spinning him around, twisting his arm up behind him as he planted the kid’s face and chest against the wall. “Well, that’s not gonna happen.”
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry, man…I’m sorry…” the kid mumbled, his face pushed into the wall with Dave’s arm pressing against his neck.
“You listen to me, Bubba and you listen good. These fireworks you hear, that’s gonna be your reminder. Every time you hear fireworks…every Fourth of July, every Labor Day, every Friday night Reds game…you’re gonna remember me. You’re gonna remember that you wanted me. You’re gonna remember what that felt like and until you learn how to live with yourself and be a respectable human being, those fireworks will eat at your soul. You got that? And every gay person you even think about harassing will see you…and they’ll know. They’ll see it in your eyes. Cause you can’t hide it. Try and lie to yourself but the rest of us…we know. We always know.” With that he dropped his hold on the boy, causing him to crumble against the wall and fall to the ground, mumbling apologies into his hands. Dave stood over the boy as his sobs were drowned out by the fireworks finale. “But one day…one of us might actually forgive you.”
Dave stomped off back down the alley towards Puck. They walked silently side by side, back in the direction where Kurt and the rest of the group waited.
“You alright, man?” Puck finally asked as Dave’s slowed steps came to a stop.
“I’ll be alright.” Dave shook his head and took a long, ragged breath, trying to calm himself. “That just…sucked.” Dave pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to breathe deeply, waiting for the adrenaline to slowly leave his body. They ducked into a restroom and Dave splashed some water on his face.
“How’d you know?” Puck asked quietly.
He looked up at Puck’s reflection, shaking his head slowly. “It was like looking in the mirror…but it was the worst possible version of myself. Can’t believe that used to be me.” Dave sighed deeply, tearing off a paper towel and burying his face in. He leaned his back against the bathroom wall staring into the distance. He turned swiftly, swinging his fist hard and hitting the bathroom stall divider with a low agonizing grunt. “Fuck!” he swung again, hitting above his head as he leaned his forehead against the wall. “How many more are there, man? Violent, angry, closeted gay-hating gays…how many?”
“Dude, it’s alright.” Puck placed his hand cautiously on Dave’s shoulder. “There’s one less today…ok…because of you. It sucks but…you did the right thing. I woulda just beat his ass into the ground if I’d found him. It woulda felt great but…you…you actually…I don’t know, helped the guy. That’s something to be proud of.”
“I don’t feel proud, Puckerman. I feel like shit.” Dave replied.
“It’s alright, man. Don’t do this to yourself.” He spoke quietly as they turned to leave the restroom, “Come on, Kurt needs you right now.”
They rejoined the group and Dave collapsed onto the bench next to Kurt, engulfing him in a massive hug. “Are you ok, babe?” Dave asked quietly.
“Now that you’re back, yes.” Kurt nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around his boyfriend. “Dave, you’re trembling. What happened?”
Dave didn’t reply immediately. He just breathed into the warmth of Kurt’s neck, still trying to calm himself. “I love you, Kurt.” He whispered quietly. “I don’t deserve you. I never should have gotten the chance to be with you and I will never be worthy of your love.”
“David, you’re scaring me.” Kurt whispered, pulling back and looking into Dave’s eyes. “What happened? Did you…did you find those guys…did something happen?”
Dave looked up at Puck. The rest of the group was engrossed in his version of the events. Puck claimed to have found one of the bigot losers hiding between two buildings. He threatened the kid, scared him so bad he made him piss his pants. But there wasn’t any violence. There wasn’t any need for it. The new Puckerman was better than that, he claimed.
Dave turned back to Kurt and sniffled. “No…nothing happened,” he answered quietly as he stood, pulling Kurt up with him.
“Good.” Kurt smiled, taking his boyfriend’s hand. “Then let’s go home.”
Santana had bought a cup of ice from a snack bar and wrapped a handful into a plastic bag for Blaine’s knee. But instead of walking, Puck insisted he ride piggy-back style all the way out to the cars, lightening the mood, making Blaine laugh and giggle as Puck galloped through the now mostly deserted park.
Kurt asked Dave to drive his car since his hip was still hurting. He declined the offer of an ice pack, instead claiming he just wanted to rest. It was after midnight and they still had almost two hours of driving before they got home.
Kurt pulled out his phone as they passed through Dayton.
“Hey, Carole…yeah, we’re on our way home. No, Dave’s driving…oh…dad’s already in bed? Ok, we’ll be quiet when we get in.” Dave listened to the one-sided conversation as Finn, Rachel and Mercedes cuddled in the back seat. “Yeah, we had fun. I um, tripped and fell and hurt myself but it’s not that bad. Yeah. Ok. What? Are you serious?” Dave looked over at Kurt, curious what the conversation had turned to. “Ok…I’ll ask Dave. Wow, thanks. Well, of course he will. Are you sure? Yeah, I’ll tell Finn too.” Kurt turned slightly, looking in the back seat at his brother’s closed eyes. “Yeah, I think he’s asleep already. Ok, see you in the morning.”
Kurt turned off his phone and looked out at the darkness. “My dad wants you to know…” he whispered, “…that if you’re too tired to drive the rest of the way to your house once we get to mine…you can spend the night.” He paused and glanced sideways at Dave. “And not necessarily on the couch. Um…with me, if you want.”
Dave smiled. Wow, he thought. There was nothing he wanted more than to snuggle up with Kurt once they got to his house.
“He wanted you to know that he trusts you and he’s confident that no ‘funny business’ will be taking place in my bed.” Kurt smirked as he looked over at Dave.
“No funny business in the bed, huh?” Dave whispered back.
“Nope, none.” Kurt answered. Dave glanced over again and saw the mischievous smile playing across Kurt’s mouth. Kurt leaned across the car console and whispered into Dave’s ear, “We’ll just have to make sure we get it out of our system in the bathroom and shower before we even make it to the bed.”
“Mm-hmm. There’s the sex monster I know and love…” Dave chuckled. He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to Kurt. “Can you text my mom and tell her I’m spending the night? She’s already asleep but she’ll get it in the morning and then hopefully not freak out.”
Kurt sent the text and then set the phone down. He smiled, reclining his seat slightly and closing his eyes. “So…” Kurt spoke after several minutes of silence, “…are you gonna tell me what really happened when you chased after those guys?”
Dave was silent. He was beginning to feel ok about the whole situation but trying to explain it to Kurt would be difficult. “If you really want to know what happened…babe…then of course, I’ll tell you. But…I’d rather not. I hope that makes sense.” Dave searched Kurt’s eyes in the darkened front seat, hoping he understood.
There was a long stretch of silence as Kurt contemplated his choice. Of course he trusted his boyfriend. He believed him when he said there was no violence. No matter how bigoted the assholes were, violent behavior is never acceptable. He just worried for his boyfriend…he could tell he was feeling guilty about something. He listened to the light snoring coming from the back seat. He couldn’t tell if it was Mercedes or Finn but he was happy they could sleep so soundly. He looked ahead into the darkness of the interstate and the tiny red dots of the cars ahead of them. Then Kurt looked over at Dave. He imagined snuggling with him later that night, with permission, in his own bed. A contented smile passed over his face and he sighed.
Kurt reached over, taking Dave’s hand and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed the back of it lightly and held it to his cheek. “I trust you, David. You don’t have to tell me. Let's just...go home.”
Ch 6 - I just can't get you off my mind