Kurtofsky fic: The More I See You {part 10/?}
Title: The More I See You
Author: lovesmymovement on lj / wanderlustlights on tumblr
Rating: PG-13 (though it’ll probably go up to NC-17 toward the end)
Word Count: 453/6973 (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 tore through his closet once again, trying to find the perfect outfit. They were going to be spending the night in a dark theater, so it probably shouldn’t have mattered anyway, and this, again, most likely what would be considered a date. Even still, he wanted to be prepared, and that meant looking his best. Prepared for what he wasn’t exactly sure, but…
Kurt shook his head, attempting to erase the thought from his mind.
Putting an outfit together usually calmed him, made him less anxious about everything…
So why did it feel like his heart was about to leap out of his throat at a moment’s notice?
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“Hey.”
Kurt jumped, startled, and turned only to see Burt standing in his doorway. “Oh. Dad. Hi.”
“You okay?”
Kurt nodded shortly, staring down at two shirts on his bed he was debating on wearing under his vest. “Fine.”
“Well there’s someone here for you, he’s sitting in the living room. It’s that Karofsky kid.”
Kurt turned to face him abruptly, staring. “What.” he glanced quickly at the clock on his bedside table, feeling his heart speed up at the time. “Oh god, no, no, no, he’s not supposed to be here yet! Damn it!” Kurt scrambled for one of the shirts, the fancier of the two, and shoved Burt backwards out of the door.
“Kurt, what the hell are you-“
“Go, Dad, you need to go!”
Outside in the hallway, Burt stood there dumbfounded, just staring at the closed door. “Okay, so I’ll… I’ll just leave, then, I guess…” Burt listened as a crash resounded inside the room and turned to head back downstairs.
He didn’t know exactly what was going on with that kid but he could definitely guess; Kurt and that damn Karofsky kid were going on a date, weren’t they.
Fuck.
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“So. What’re you doing here?”
Dave felt his heart race as Burt stared him down. “U-uhm… Kurt didn’t tell you? We, uh, we’re going to a movie.”
“Right, well…” Burt pointed a finger at him, “no funny business, you got me?”
“What? I’m not-“
“Dad! What the hell?!”
“Hey kid, we were just having a little chat-“
Kurt glared at him. “Little chat my ass,” he mumbled. “Come on, David, we’re leaving.”
Dave practically bolted out of his seat, following quickly as he wiped his clammy hands on his jeans. Fuck, Burt could be fucking terrifying…
“Yeah. Kay,” Dave stammered out as he sped past a smirking Burt, who only shrugged as Kurt turned back to throw him another dirty look.
There was no way his dad was getting away with this, thought Kurt as Dave started his truck and drove from the house.
Absolutely no way.
tbc.