Kurtofsky fic: The More I See You {part 6/?}
Title: The More I See You
Author: lovesmymovement on lj / owlssayhoooot on tumblr
Rating: PG-13 (though it’ll probably go up to NC-17 toward the end)
Word Count: 878/4421 (so far)
Pairing: Dave/Kurt {Kurtofsky}
Spoilers: Everything up through the end of season 2.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee. Tis Ryan Murphy’s brain child and I take ownership of nothing there. :)
Summary: Kurt gives Dave a makeover and basically makes him his perfect man in the process.
A/N: So I actually started this months ago, back in October. It’s written for a prompt on the gkm. Hope you like! :D
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Kurt searched through the racks, looking for the correct size, and pushed yet another shirt into Dave’s arms.
He already had fifteen shirts which he was struggling not to drop.
Dave stared, amazed at Kurt’s ability to shop. He’d never seen a guy shop like this before. It was… incredible, really.
They’d been in Herberger’s at the mall for over an hour already, just standing in the same department, and Kurt and managed to completely weigh down Dave with just shirts alone. So far there were only long sleeved dress shirts in a myriad of colors that he was holding. It had been an hour spent looking only at dress shirts so far, Kurt trying to find the correct thread and fabric combination that he would deem worthy of Dave wearing.
Kurt went off on a slight tangent when Dave tried to pick up a shirt to place in his arms among all the others, to which Kurt only argued with him about what a complete travesty that shirt was until finally Dave gave up and shoved it back onto the racks in defeat.
When they’d turned to peruse another rack, the cashier at the nearest register was staring at them in shock. Apparently it wasn’t every day that she saw two boys arguing about the thread count of a shirt.
Dave didn’t really blame her for staring, especially since the entire thing was just a little bit more than ridiculous.
Finally they made it to the more casual dress shirts and Dave had another twelve of those shoved into his arms - plaid, striped (vertically only, upon Kurt’s insistence), and a few solid colors.
“Okay, I…” Kurt glanced at Dave’s arm closest to him and stared for a moment at the way it was flexed to hold all of the clothes. “I uhm.”
“You uhm what?”
Kurt tore his eyes away quickly and averted them to Dave’s face instead - god he really had done a wonderful job picking out that haircut for him… “I think it’s time for the dressing room.”
Dave nodded and let Kurt lead him to the room, where they singled out the more flattering cuts and colors of the shirts, narrowing the count down to a mere seven - still a huge amount if you asked Dave, but Kurt only said that it was impossible to have too many clothes - before moving onto polos and T-shirts.
Which was where things really seemed to take a turn.
Dave was trying on the polos - all a size smaller than he was really used to, and Tommy Hilfiger, since apparently he was one of the better mens designers - when Kurt made him come out, not trusting Dave’s opinion on each of them, considering what he had worn in the past.
Kurt stared as Dave walked out slowly, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight. Dave still needed some new jeans, that was next on the list, but even the new, better fitting tops were an incredible improvement.
The polos were the absolute best of them all, as far as Kurt was concerned.
They hugged Dave in all the right places, showing off his broad chest and they were finally the correct length on him for once as opposed to his previous shirts in that style and… oh god his arms. Kurt could hardly take his eyes off of them and had to refrain from fanning himself at the way his biceps were on display under the short sleeves, nice and tight. Kurt felt himself grow hot at the sight and when he finally looked back up, Dave was looking at him expectantly, nervously. “O-oh,” he breathed, unable to really get out anything else besides that.
“It looks terrible, doesn’t it,” Dave groaned miserably, turning to run back into the dressing room but Kurt caught his arm before he could escape.
“No! No no, you don’t look… you don’t look terrible. Trust me.” Kurt pulled the other boy back out into the small hallway outside of the rooms, dragging him to stand in front of a mirror. “Come here, you big lug.” Kurt stood with him there, hand grasping Dave’s forearm as he’d done earlier, gazing into the mirror. He viewed their reflection for a moment, just taking in the way they looked together. Dave was a few inches taller than him still, and much broader, Kurt’s complete physical opposite, really, but somehow they just… seemed to fit together in a way.
Heh. Well that was interesting…
Kurt felt Dave pull away from him and walk back into the dressing room in embarrassment, and Kurt blinked at the closed door. Biting his lip in confusion, Kurt sank into the chair, staring at the floor before holding his head and letting out a groan.
He wasn’t supposed to be feeling like this, especially not about Dave, of all people. Dave was his friend and friends didn’t crush on each other like this and Kurt was really only meant to be doing him a favor, of sorts, by giving him this makeover. And he’d certainly never developed feelings for someone he’d given a makeover to before, so why should Dave be any different?
Kurt sighed, knowing he’d just have to face the facts.
He was fucked.
Completely, utterly, royally fucked.
tbc.