FIC: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story (4/?)
TITLE: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,753 // 10,647
SPOILERS: None; AU-fic
WARNINGS: Teacher/Student
SUMMARY: Kurt's pretty sure nothing sucks worse than being the only gay kid in the changing rooms. It's hell but he does a damn good job of skipping gym for three years before he's caught and forced back. Luckily, Coach Karofsky seems to be on his side, and when Kurt accidentally sees a lot more than he was supposed to, he starts to see his coach in a whole new light. After all, who better to lose your virginity to than a (slightly) older, experienced man with a thing for 'twinks'? There's only one problem: Coach Karofsky refuses to give in to the idea, namely because Kurt's not even legal. On the plus side, Kurt's birthday is only three months away...
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
AN: Teacher!readers, please see here! ♥
◄ 4 ►
It took over a week, but Dave finally felt like he could breathe again. There were no SWAT teams or an FBI investigation. No police reports or sex offender registrations to fill out, no scarred-for-life high school senior. Just an awkward situation and a really stupid mistake that was slowly becoming less of an issue.
His fourth period class was behaving... about as well as he'd expected. It seemed like no matter how many times he mentioned (and made good on) the treat of in-house suspension, the chance of getting to fuck with "the gay kid" was worth it. Dave was thinking about rearranging some schedules to break up the worst kids in the group into different periods. It’d be a pain in the ass, but worth it in the end.
It was, in all honesty, hell. The changing rooms were hell, the actual lessons were hell, the whole thing just left him feeling desolate and... angry. It most certainly didn’t help that the fantasies about Coach Karofsky had turned in daydreams, and the daydreams had turned into nightly dreams and... yeah. He’d been a walking, talking bundle of sexual frustration.
But the idea of doing something with Dave plagued him; the idea of his coach bending him over his desk, or... or taking him against the wall had hit a serious chord with him. Why would he say no? Kurt was exactly his type, he was in shape and he was basically legal, he was good looking and-- and besides, they were almost the same age! And he was 99.9% sure Dave was single...!
And so a weird plan had started to take place in his head. A plan that ended with a hot, gay, young teacher taking his virginity so that he could leave school with a bit more than grades and four years of bad memories, and so he could go to his college in NYC and not be the pathetic, loser, gay virgin from Lima, Ohio.
It took him a few days to work up the courage to put Mission Proposition into action, and it started very simply. He’d chosen a mind-blowing outfit - jeans so tight they looked painted on, boots with a slight heel, a tight top that accented his figure and the sweep of his neck - he’d spent a good hour on his hair, and most importantly, he’d chosen a day when Coach Karofsky stayed after school.
The corridors were empty as Kurt took a deep, steadying breath and knocked on the door.
Dave stayed after school at least twice a week. While he didn't have any real grading to do other than when exams came around and a quick assessment of how everyone was doing on the participation front, he did have an entire course syllabus to re-write. Their last coach had left his part of the Phys Ed department a complete wreck. According to Figgins he'd left very suddenly due to personal issues. According to the staff he'd left because Sylvester had hip checked him right into the school pool after he stood her up, causing him to break his neck. He was fine, eventually, but Dave had never been so glad to be gay and (hopefully) off of Sue Sylvester's dating radar.
Dave hadn't been expecting anyone, but it wasn't unusual for teachers to come by and ask for favors, or for someone from the cleaning crew to ask if it was okay if they came in, or did he want them to wait. And besides, it wasn't like he was --yeah.
"It's open."
This was it. His big moment. Kurt took another breath and opened the door, sliding inside. He smiled, closing the door behind it and leaning elegantly back against the wood as it clicked shut. "Hi..." Kurt’s voice came out way too high and breathy, too... too young and weird. He swallowed and cleared his throat, his confidence failing for a moment. He was aiming for seductive.
Dave turned in his chair and nodded, setting his pen down on the mess of work he needed to restructure. "Hey, Kurt. Hate to break it to you, but if you're here with a bad ankle --class let out, oh, about four hours ago." He was only teasing, of course. Kurt knew he understood and he wasn't too worried about it coming off as a joke at his expense.
He snorted softly, unable to stop the laugh before he steeled his expression back into something he desperately hoped was sultry. "Oh, it’s nothing like that..." he pushed himself off the door, walking towards his coach. Kurt’s heart was hammering, his mouth dry and his palms damp. He felt dizzy and airless with nerves, his stomach a series of hot coils. "I’ve been thinking..." he spun slightly on his heel, the movement practiced and elegant and sexy, swiveling to perch on the edge of Dave’s desk--
… and missing. Kurt staggered, grabbing the edge of said desk for support as his heel squeaked against the floor. Shit. He flushed, leaning against the desk and tossing his head lightly in a way that clearly said ‘I so meant to do that.’
At first Dave didn't get what was going on. And then he did and he really wished he didn't. He tried to tell himself it was nothing, that Kurt just got nervous because Dave was a "cool" teacher (to him, anyway). But the second Kurt made for Dave's desk everything else fell harshly into place. The outfit, which he'd just chalked up to a fashion style he obviously didn't get, Kurt's tone.
Yeah, this was... gonna be a problem. Again, Dave got the feeling that a SWAT team was going to come crashing in at any second as snipers lined up their shots and the FBI stamped a big CHILD MOLESTER onto his file.
"I --yeah?" Dave edged his chair away, trying to put some distance between them without looking like an asshole.
Hah. See? Kurt could be smooth. Dave hadn’t noticed the (literal) slip up in his otherwise perfect plan. He’d... totally meant to do that. Kurt cleared his throat again, licking his lips and trying to remember how his internal script went.
"The last time I was in here... I know I wasn’t meant to see what I see-- saw. What I-- I wasn’t meant to see what I... did... see." Kurt mentally face-palmed, the ounce of confidence he’d built up crumbling again as he flubbed his lines. He shifted, stretching out his legs a little.
"Yeah, uh. About that. Look, it's not like I --y'know. Do that all the time. I swear. My neighbor changed his wifi password and I wasn't thinking and," Dave laughed, the sound coming out awkward and uneven. "I have no idea why I'm telling you this."
"No, no, it’s fine," Kurt smiled, taking the time to put himself back on track. With a little hop he managed to do what he’d originally planned to do and perch on the edge of Dave’s desk, his legs swinging slowly and lazily. He licked his lips again. "Anyway... um, yes, anyway... I couldn’t help but notice that you’re into... into ‘twinks’," Kurt said, trying not to blush. "And... well, to put it bluntly... I’m-- I’m into guys like you."
Dave's stomach dropped uneasily. Of all the outcomes he'd mentally tried to prepare himself for, this hadn't really been one of them. And, sure, maybe that was because he'd been dumped for someone about a thousand times hotter than he was not even half a year ago --but that was on the ever-growing list of Things Dave Tried Not To Think About.
"You should probably go," Dave managed, barely, the words not nearly as firm as he'd tried to make them come out. He knew he should get up and more or less steer Kurt out of his office but he couldn't seem to get up the nerve to even stand up, let alone walk.
That had not sounded nearly firm enough to make Kurt believe him. He’d heard Dave shouting and wanting things done. Besides, where was the fun if there wasn’t a little moral battle, right? He didn’t move, crossing his legs - though it kind of hurt in jeans this tight. "I think we could... you know... help each other out," he murmured, giving Dave his best smirk and ignoring the fact that as he’d stretched his arms to show of his figure a little more, he’d accidentally knocked over an empty coffee cup.
"No --uh. I really don't think we could." The noise the mug made when it tipped startled Dave into standing. "I'm your teacher, Kurt. I could get into a lot of trouble even --fuck, even talking about this shi-- stuff with you."
Dave was pretty sure he was in shock or something. This was not happening. He'd fallen asleep redoing the syllabus from hell or something and this. Was not. Happening.
"I won’t tell anyone...!" Kurt said quickly, blinking as Dave suddenly stood. "Of course I won’t tell anyone. I haven’t told anyone about what I saw either - I didn’t even write it in a journal or online in case it could be traced back. I’m... I’m good at keeping secrets," he smiled.
He was starting to wonder if maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all, that perhaps it... it wasn’t going to end pleasantly - and by pleasantly, he meant... well... pleasantly, and he’d probably just made this whole debacle a thousand times more awkward.
"Kurt, it's not--" Dave sighed, starting over, voice gentle. If seeing his teacher watching porn hadn't scarred him for life, being rejected badly would probably do the trick. And he definitely didn't want to make this any worse than it already was. "It's not about not telling. I mean, Christ. You're not even legal. So even if I didn't get in any trouble for it it'd still be, god, so completely not right."
"I’m... nearly legal...! I’ll be eighteen in three months," he pointed out. "Just under, actually. And I know for a fact you only left here a few years ago, so there’s not even a real age gap between us." Kurt bit his lip, his fingers tugging nervously at his hair for a moment. "I don’t want to be that guy who goes to college and... and has never even been kissed before. I don’t want to end up losing anything at some drunken party --or worse, not at all...! I know you’re single, and I obviously am too, and I just think..." he glanced down at his shoes. "I just think that this would be a really, really good idea. Slight immorality beside."
"Look, I didn't --I mean, uh. I didn't until college and I'm," living alone, dumped and had only been with one guy, "okay, maybe I'm not the best example, but there's nothing wrong with waiting. I know it doesn't feel like that now --trust me, I totally do-- but don't you want it to be, I dunno, special?" Instead of just using the first gay guy you find. And, okay, maybe Dave was a little hurt over that. The first student to get a crush on him and all he's thinking about is using him to lose his virginity. Moral or immoral, a slap in the face was a slap in the face.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, trying not to let his own hurt and disappointment show at being rejected. "Was your first time special? And-- and anyway, who determines what ‘special’ is?"
He sighed, sinking back into his chair. The line had already long since been crossed, so... "As a matter of fact, my first time was with a guy I wound up dating for three years. I like to think it meant something. At the time, anyway."
Kurt sighed softly, his gaze dropping a little. "I want it to be special, but I also want it to be sober and in a controlled environment and with someone who knows what they’re doing, but who isn’t... using me. Someone like you."
Dave couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped him at Kurt's words. "A controlled envi-- Kurt, it's sex, not a science project. Sex isn't --it isn't something you can pack into a neat little box with everything organized and labeled inside. You don't want to be used, but you want to use me to get what you want out of your first time?"
Kurt bit his lip hard. "That’s... that’s not what I meant... it’s not using because you’re not leading me on and I’m not leading you on, that’s what I meant." He plucked awkwardly at the hem of his shirt, glancing back to Dave. "It’s just... I don’t know anyone else my age who’s never even had a proper kiss before... I’ve accepted the fact that I’m never going to have a ‘high-school relationship’, that I’m never going to hold hands with someone in the hallways and that I’m not going to get a slow dance at any of my proms... I just thought that... we could do something. I am your type, right...?"
"Whether or not you're my type isn't an issue here," Dave said quietly. "I know it sucks now; god, I know, trust me." He honestly didn't know if Kurt had it better or worse than Dave had. Sure, he hadn't had to suffer the wrath of his classmates, but he'd had to go his entire high school career lying to himself and everyone else. He supposed they were just different hells, not better or worse ones.
"Seeing everyone around you going out on dates and asking people out and just wondering when the fuck it's gonna be your turn. I hated them for not even realizing how lucky they were, you know? But it does get better, I swear. A guy like you? You're gonna get asked out all the time. You're gonna be fighting idiots like me away with a goddamn stick. Just... give it a little time. College isn't that far off. You might not think so now, but later... Later you're gonna want the first time to've mattered. To not be just a controlled environment."
Kurt was quiet for a long time, his gaze fixed on his shoes. Dave’s words had hit him hard, and it was both enlightening and depressing to know that Dave really did understand his problems, he really did know what this sort of life was like. But now... now he felt stupid and childish and naive. He still wanted to do it with Dave - so much so - but he was beginning to realize that that... that was purely fantasy.
"And what if my first time is some drunken affair in some stranger’s room because I hit nineteen and... and for the first time in my life some guy showed an interest in me...?" he murmured, his voice coming out a little strangled.
"Then it is what it is," Dave admitted. "Do you really want to try and guilt me into this? 'Cause, personally, I don't think that'd be much better."
After a tense moment Kurt sighed, his slim shoulders slumping a little in defeat. He slid off the desk, hands moving to brush himself down automatically. "I should go... I think I’ve made quite enough of a fool of myself for one night," he murmured, heading for the door.
"Kurt..." Dave got out of his chair, moving to stand between Kurt and the door. "Try and understand the position you're putting me in. I'm only doing this 'cause I give a shit about you, okay?"
He looked up to Dave, snorting softly. "I know... believe me, if I was going to be utterly unreasonable about this, I’d... I’d do something despicable like try to blackmail you into it. It’s fine, it... it was stupid of me to ask anyway."
"Probably not your best idea," Dave agreed with a slight grin, reaching behind him to open the door before stepping out of the way. "If you need anything --uh, anything else, I mean-- my door's always open, okay?"
"Mmn," he murmured, but he didn’t smile back as he moved past him, hesitating and glancing over his shoulder. "...if you change your mind." he left it hanging, turning and walking quickly away, trying not to let the sharp sting of rejection and the heavy waves of disappointment show. 0 kisses, 0 hand-holds, 0 dances, 0 boyfriends, and 1 rejection.
Score.
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AN: Teacher!readers, please see here! ♥
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,753 // 10,647
SPOILERS: None; AU-fic
WARNINGS: Teacher/Student
SUMMARY: Kurt's pretty sure nothing sucks worse than being the only gay kid in the changing rooms. It's hell but he does a damn good job of skipping gym for three years before he's caught and forced back. Luckily, Coach Karofsky seems to be on his side, and when Kurt accidentally sees a lot more than he was supposed to, he starts to see his coach in a whole new light. After all, who better to lose your virginity to than a (slightly) older, experienced man with a thing for 'twinks'? There's only one problem: Coach Karofsky refuses to give in to the idea, namely because Kurt's not even legal. On the plus side, Kurt's birthday is only three months away...
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
AN: Teacher!readers, please see here! ♥
◄ 4 ►
It took over a week, but Dave finally felt like he could breathe again. There were no SWAT teams or an FBI investigation. No police reports or sex offender registrations to fill out, no scarred-for-life high school senior. Just an awkward situation and a really stupid mistake that was slowly becoming less of an issue.
His fourth period class was behaving... about as well as he'd expected. It seemed like no matter how many times he mentioned (and made good on) the treat of in-house suspension, the chance of getting to fuck with "the gay kid" was worth it. Dave was thinking about rearranging some schedules to break up the worst kids in the group into different periods. It’d be a pain in the ass, but worth it in the end.
It was, in all honesty, hell. The changing rooms were hell, the actual lessons were hell, the whole thing just left him feeling desolate and... angry. It most certainly didn’t help that the fantasies about Coach Karofsky had turned in daydreams, and the daydreams had turned into nightly dreams and... yeah. He’d been a walking, talking bundle of sexual frustration.
But the idea of doing something with Dave plagued him; the idea of his coach bending him over his desk, or... or taking him against the wall had hit a serious chord with him. Why would he say no? Kurt was exactly his type, he was in shape and he was basically legal, he was good looking and-- and besides, they were almost the same age! And he was 99.9% sure Dave was single...!
And so a weird plan had started to take place in his head. A plan that ended with a hot, gay, young teacher taking his virginity so that he could leave school with a bit more than grades and four years of bad memories, and so he could go to his college in NYC and not be the pathetic, loser, gay virgin from Lima, Ohio.
It took him a few days to work up the courage to put Mission Proposition into action, and it started very simply. He’d chosen a mind-blowing outfit - jeans so tight they looked painted on, boots with a slight heel, a tight top that accented his figure and the sweep of his neck - he’d spent a good hour on his hair, and most importantly, he’d chosen a day when Coach Karofsky stayed after school.
The corridors were empty as Kurt took a deep, steadying breath and knocked on the door.
Dave stayed after school at least twice a week. While he didn't have any real grading to do other than when exams came around and a quick assessment of how everyone was doing on the participation front, he did have an entire course syllabus to re-write. Their last coach had left his part of the Phys Ed department a complete wreck. According to Figgins he'd left very suddenly due to personal issues. According to the staff he'd left because Sylvester had hip checked him right into the school pool after he stood her up, causing him to break his neck. He was fine, eventually, but Dave had never been so glad to be gay and (hopefully) off of Sue Sylvester's dating radar.
Dave hadn't been expecting anyone, but it wasn't unusual for teachers to come by and ask for favors, or for someone from the cleaning crew to ask if it was okay if they came in, or did he want them to wait. And besides, it wasn't like he was --yeah.
"It's open."
This was it. His big moment. Kurt took another breath and opened the door, sliding inside. He smiled, closing the door behind it and leaning elegantly back against the wood as it clicked shut. "Hi..." Kurt’s voice came out way too high and breathy, too... too young and weird. He swallowed and cleared his throat, his confidence failing for a moment. He was aiming for seductive.
Dave turned in his chair and nodded, setting his pen down on the mess of work he needed to restructure. "Hey, Kurt. Hate to break it to you, but if you're here with a bad ankle --class let out, oh, about four hours ago." He was only teasing, of course. Kurt knew he understood and he wasn't too worried about it coming off as a joke at his expense.
He snorted softly, unable to stop the laugh before he steeled his expression back into something he desperately hoped was sultry. "Oh, it’s nothing like that..." he pushed himself off the door, walking towards his coach. Kurt’s heart was hammering, his mouth dry and his palms damp. He felt dizzy and airless with nerves, his stomach a series of hot coils. "I’ve been thinking..." he spun slightly on his heel, the movement practiced and elegant and sexy, swiveling to perch on the edge of Dave’s desk--
… and missing. Kurt staggered, grabbing the edge of said desk for support as his heel squeaked against the floor. Shit. He flushed, leaning against the desk and tossing his head lightly in a way that clearly said ‘I so meant to do that.’
At first Dave didn't get what was going on. And then he did and he really wished he didn't. He tried to tell himself it was nothing, that Kurt just got nervous because Dave was a "cool" teacher (to him, anyway). But the second Kurt made for Dave's desk everything else fell harshly into place. The outfit, which he'd just chalked up to a fashion style he obviously didn't get, Kurt's tone.
Yeah, this was... gonna be a problem. Again, Dave got the feeling that a SWAT team was going to come crashing in at any second as snipers lined up their shots and the FBI stamped a big CHILD MOLESTER onto his file.
"I --yeah?" Dave edged his chair away, trying to put some distance between them without looking like an asshole.
Hah. See? Kurt could be smooth. Dave hadn’t noticed the (literal) slip up in his otherwise perfect plan. He’d... totally meant to do that. Kurt cleared his throat again, licking his lips and trying to remember how his internal script went.
"The last time I was in here... I know I wasn’t meant to see what I see-- saw. What I-- I wasn’t meant to see what I... did... see." Kurt mentally face-palmed, the ounce of confidence he’d built up crumbling again as he flubbed his lines. He shifted, stretching out his legs a little.
"Yeah, uh. About that. Look, it's not like I --y'know. Do that all the time. I swear. My neighbor changed his wifi password and I wasn't thinking and," Dave laughed, the sound coming out awkward and uneven. "I have no idea why I'm telling you this."
"No, no, it’s fine," Kurt smiled, taking the time to put himself back on track. With a little hop he managed to do what he’d originally planned to do and perch on the edge of Dave’s desk, his legs swinging slowly and lazily. He licked his lips again. "Anyway... um, yes, anyway... I couldn’t help but notice that you’re into... into ‘twinks’," Kurt said, trying not to blush. "And... well, to put it bluntly... I’m-- I’m into guys like you."
Dave's stomach dropped uneasily. Of all the outcomes he'd mentally tried to prepare himself for, this hadn't really been one of them. And, sure, maybe that was because he'd been dumped for someone about a thousand times hotter than he was not even half a year ago --but that was on the ever-growing list of Things Dave Tried Not To Think About.
"You should probably go," Dave managed, barely, the words not nearly as firm as he'd tried to make them come out. He knew he should get up and more or less steer Kurt out of his office but he couldn't seem to get up the nerve to even stand up, let alone walk.
That had not sounded nearly firm enough to make Kurt believe him. He’d heard Dave shouting and wanting things done. Besides, where was the fun if there wasn’t a little moral battle, right? He didn’t move, crossing his legs - though it kind of hurt in jeans this tight. "I think we could... you know... help each other out," he murmured, giving Dave his best smirk and ignoring the fact that as he’d stretched his arms to show of his figure a little more, he’d accidentally knocked over an empty coffee cup.
"No --uh. I really don't think we could." The noise the mug made when it tipped startled Dave into standing. "I'm your teacher, Kurt. I could get into a lot of trouble even --fuck, even talking about this shi-- stuff with you."
Dave was pretty sure he was in shock or something. This was not happening. He'd fallen asleep redoing the syllabus from hell or something and this. Was not. Happening.
"I won’t tell anyone...!" Kurt said quickly, blinking as Dave suddenly stood. "Of course I won’t tell anyone. I haven’t told anyone about what I saw either - I didn’t even write it in a journal or online in case it could be traced back. I’m... I’m good at keeping secrets," he smiled.
He was starting to wonder if maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all, that perhaps it... it wasn’t going to end pleasantly - and by pleasantly, he meant... well... pleasantly, and he’d probably just made this whole debacle a thousand times more awkward.
"Kurt, it's not--" Dave sighed, starting over, voice gentle. If seeing his teacher watching porn hadn't scarred him for life, being rejected badly would probably do the trick. And he definitely didn't want to make this any worse than it already was. "It's not about not telling. I mean, Christ. You're not even legal. So even if I didn't get in any trouble for it it'd still be, god, so completely not right."
"I’m... nearly legal...! I’ll be eighteen in three months," he pointed out. "Just under, actually. And I know for a fact you only left here a few years ago, so there’s not even a real age gap between us." Kurt bit his lip, his fingers tugging nervously at his hair for a moment. "I don’t want to be that guy who goes to college and... and has never even been kissed before. I don’t want to end up losing anything at some drunken party --or worse, not at all...! I know you’re single, and I obviously am too, and I just think..." he glanced down at his shoes. "I just think that this would be a really, really good idea. Slight immorality beside."
"Look, I didn't --I mean, uh. I didn't until college and I'm," living alone, dumped and had only been with one guy, "okay, maybe I'm not the best example, but there's nothing wrong with waiting. I know it doesn't feel like that now --trust me, I totally do-- but don't you want it to be, I dunno, special?" Instead of just using the first gay guy you find. And, okay, maybe Dave was a little hurt over that. The first student to get a crush on him and all he's thinking about is using him to lose his virginity. Moral or immoral, a slap in the face was a slap in the face.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, trying not to let his own hurt and disappointment show at being rejected. "Was your first time special? And-- and anyway, who determines what ‘special’ is?"
He sighed, sinking back into his chair. The line had already long since been crossed, so... "As a matter of fact, my first time was with a guy I wound up dating for three years. I like to think it meant something. At the time, anyway."
Kurt sighed softly, his gaze dropping a little. "I want it to be special, but I also want it to be sober and in a controlled environment and with someone who knows what they’re doing, but who isn’t... using me. Someone like you."
Dave couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped him at Kurt's words. "A controlled envi-- Kurt, it's sex, not a science project. Sex isn't --it isn't something you can pack into a neat little box with everything organized and labeled inside. You don't want to be used, but you want to use me to get what you want out of your first time?"
Kurt bit his lip hard. "That’s... that’s not what I meant... it’s not using because you’re not leading me on and I’m not leading you on, that’s what I meant." He plucked awkwardly at the hem of his shirt, glancing back to Dave. "It’s just... I don’t know anyone else my age who’s never even had a proper kiss before... I’ve accepted the fact that I’m never going to have a ‘high-school relationship’, that I’m never going to hold hands with someone in the hallways and that I’m not going to get a slow dance at any of my proms... I just thought that... we could do something. I am your type, right...?"
"Whether or not you're my type isn't an issue here," Dave said quietly. "I know it sucks now; god, I know, trust me." He honestly didn't know if Kurt had it better or worse than Dave had. Sure, he hadn't had to suffer the wrath of his classmates, but he'd had to go his entire high school career lying to himself and everyone else. He supposed they were just different hells, not better or worse ones.
"Seeing everyone around you going out on dates and asking people out and just wondering when the fuck it's gonna be your turn. I hated them for not even realizing how lucky they were, you know? But it does get better, I swear. A guy like you? You're gonna get asked out all the time. You're gonna be fighting idiots like me away with a goddamn stick. Just... give it a little time. College isn't that far off. You might not think so now, but later... Later you're gonna want the first time to've mattered. To not be just a controlled environment."
Kurt was quiet for a long time, his gaze fixed on his shoes. Dave’s words had hit him hard, and it was both enlightening and depressing to know that Dave really did understand his problems, he really did know what this sort of life was like. But now... now he felt stupid and childish and naive. He still wanted to do it with Dave - so much so - but he was beginning to realize that that... that was purely fantasy.
"And what if my first time is some drunken affair in some stranger’s room because I hit nineteen and... and for the first time in my life some guy showed an interest in me...?" he murmured, his voice coming out a little strangled.
"Then it is what it is," Dave admitted. "Do you really want to try and guilt me into this? 'Cause, personally, I don't think that'd be much better."
After a tense moment Kurt sighed, his slim shoulders slumping a little in defeat. He slid off the desk, hands moving to brush himself down automatically. "I should go... I think I’ve made quite enough of a fool of myself for one night," he murmured, heading for the door.
"Kurt..." Dave got out of his chair, moving to stand between Kurt and the door. "Try and understand the position you're putting me in. I'm only doing this 'cause I give a shit about you, okay?"
He looked up to Dave, snorting softly. "I know... believe me, if I was going to be utterly unreasonable about this, I’d... I’d do something despicable like try to blackmail you into it. It’s fine, it... it was stupid of me to ask anyway."
"Probably not your best idea," Dave agreed with a slight grin, reaching behind him to open the door before stepping out of the way. "If you need anything --uh, anything else, I mean-- my door's always open, okay?"
"Mmn," he murmured, but he didn’t smile back as he moved past him, hesitating and glancing over his shoulder. "...if you change your mind." he left it hanging, turning and walking quickly away, trying not to let the sharp sting of rejection and the heavy waves of disappointment show. 0 kisses, 0 hand-holds, 0 dances, 0 boyfriends, and 1 rejection.
Score.
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AN: Teacher!readers, please see here! ♥