FIC: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story (15/?)
TITLE: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 3,471 // 60,829
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
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen
◄ 15 ►
"Good morning..." Kurt murmured, voice slow and heavy with sleep as he touched Dave’s cheek. They were pressed close in Dave’s bed, the weak sunlight shining down on them. "It’s five thirty... I set my alarm..." he was sleepy, safe in the knowledge his dad thought he was with Mercedes, and sleeping in a pair of Dave’s boxers wasn’t bad at all.
Dave hummed quietly in reply, sluggishly pulling Kurt in for a kiss. "'s alarm for?" he muttered, settling a hand low on the younger man's hip.
"The alarm," Kurt murmured, kissing back softly and trailing his hand down Dave’s chest, "is because you’ll be late for work if you don’t start moving soon..."
Dave had been about to roll Kurt onto his back when the reality of the situation hit him hard. Oh god... He'd slept with Kurt. On a fucking school night. That woke him up faster than the promise of sex ever could. He scrambled to get up and out of bed, feeling that ice cold reality hit him again when he stepped on an empty condom wrapper.
"Ohhh god," he muttered, trying to calm himself down. Okay. It wasn't that bad, right? It wasn't... Who was he kidding? This was... pretty fucking bad.
Kurt slowly sat up, watching as Dave’s shoulders hunched. "David...?" he murmured, moving to kneel, and gently placed his hands on Dave’s upper arms. "Please-- please tell me you’re not having a moral melt-down," he said quietly, biting his lip and trying not to panic - trying not to think about Dave breaking it off between them.
"W-- no, no... I'm just. Fuck... just trying to think," Dave sighed, turning to press a quick kiss to the side of Kurt's mouth. "I'm gonna go take a shower. S'early. Go back to bed, babe."
Kurt cupped Dave’s cheek, keeping him there for a moment as he drew the kiss out. "Okay," he murmured, tipping their foreheads together. "Just... tell me if you think you’re about to do something rash," he smiled, a little wryly.
Dave nodded, forcing a small smile as he pulled away. "I'll get you up before I leave," he responded before slipping into the bathroom.
*
By the time Dave came back out, quietly moving to go through his dresser to pull out jeans and a t-shirt for work, he was a lot calmer, frame noticeably relaxed. The shower had helped, both to calm him down and to help him sort shit out in his head. Now that he had a plan it wasn't so bad. It could be better, but it could... definitely be worse.
After getting dressed Dave sat down on the edge of the bed, hand smoothing slowly down Kurt's arm. He looked over Kurt's sleeping face slowly and, no, he didn't think it could be better now that he thought about it. They were worth it --Kurt was worth it.
"Babe." Dave leaned forward, kissing the line of Kurt's jaw. "C'mon. Gotta get up."
Kurt shivered under the touch, a low, soft noise trickling past his lips as he stirred and blinked up at Dave, stifling a yawn. He smiled a second later, tilting his head to brush their lips together.
"That’s the nicest way to wake up..." he whispered.
Dave laughed quietly. "Come on. Up. I gotta go." He sat up, gaze lingering on Kurt's bare torso. It was almost enough to just call in. Before he remembered that if he called in that would mean Kurt wouldn't be there either and--
"Um, there's eggs and shit in the fridge. Don't worry about getting out of here or anything. Just leave whenever you normally would, 'kay?"
Kurt sighed and sat up too, smiling as he reached forwards and stroked a hand down the side of Dave’s neck, resting on his chest. "Okay... thanks. I should stay over on a Friday night next time, then we wouldn’t have to get up so early..." he leaned in, wrapping his arms around his-- technically, his lover now, right...? Kurt hugged tightly, relaxing against him.
"How will I, um, lock up...?" he asked, a moment later.
"Oh, right. Hold on." Dave got up, leaving the room to get the spare key out of his junk drawer. He'd been planning to give it to Kurt after graduation and, sure, maybe that was a bit assuming, but it's not like he'd ever told Kurt he was going to. So there wasn’t any harm in a little hopeful planning.
Dave brought it back into the bedroom, sitting back down as he handed the key over. "Don't worry about giving it back." He hoped that ...got his point across alright. And he really hoped it wasn't too much.
Kurt’s lips parted a little, gaze flicking from the key up to Dave before he grinned, laughing softly and closing his fist around it. "Thank you," he murmured, leaning up to steal another soft kiss. "I won’t lose it..."
The key to his boyfriend’s apartment. It felt... amazing, in all honesty.
"I'll, um. See you at... yeah." Dave smiled slightly, but it was wavering.
*
Kurt walked into school with a spring in his step, a smile on his face, and the key tucked safely into the depths of one of his pockets. He felt a whole head taller, he felt... like a whole person. It was dumb, to base his personal happiness on what had happened last night, but... he’d lost some of his virginity, woken up in his boyfriend’s arms, and been given his own key.
He was allowed to smile.
Mercedes fell into step alongside Kurt, adjusting her bag on her shoulder as she slipped her arm into his. "You look exceedingly happy for someone who lives in Lima." she commented, casting her friend a second glance. She nearly stumbled when she noticed it, though.
"Oh my god." Mercedes gasped loudly, smacking Kurt's arm. "Oh my god. Bathroom. Now." she directed, steering them into an entirely new course.
Kurt blinked, mouth hanging open and greeting dying on his tongue as he was dragged to the left, away from his classroom and into the girls’ bathroom.
"Well good morning to you too," he snorted, eyebrows raised. "Did some-- I don’t have another sign on me, do I?!" He asked, twisting suddenly.
"You might as well! Kurt Hummel, you are wearing the same clothes you were wearing yesterday. Which means you --and he --you know, that is the happiest walk of shame I have ever seen."
Kurt bit his lower lip, slowly grinning as he relaxed. "Walk of shame? I have no idea what you could possibly be alluding to, Miss Jones."
"Don't you lie to me, Mister Hummel. You got some last night."
Kurt cracked, beaming as he laughed softly. "Oh my god," he breathed, "I did, you’re right. And," Kurt reached into his pocket, pulling out the key and showing it to her.
Mercedes grinned, suppressing a squeal. "This is ...getting serious, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah," Kurt murmured, leaning against the sink and turning the key in his hands, almost reverently. "We didn’t go all the way," he said a moment later, voice low as he leaned in a little. "We’re taking it slow."
She nodded slightly. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Mercedes agreed, then grinned again. "So is he any good?" she prodded.
Kurt giggled, pressing his hand over his mouth and flushing a little. "Amazing. Seriously, I-- I can’t start thinking about it when I’ve got a class in five minutes," he snorted, elbowing her gently.
"Fiiine. Tell me later? That's what friends do, you know. I need someone to live vicariously through since none of these boys can handle me."
"Will do," Kurt smiled, hugging her quickly. "You’ll get all the details, I promise. Nothing spared."
"That's what I like to hear."
*
Dave knocked a second before stepping into Principal Figgins' office, shutting the door behind him. He watched as the older man looked up from his computer and attempted a weak smile.
"Got a minute?" he asked, waiting for an answer before sitting down.
"Of course," Figgins assured, nodding toward one of the chairs across from his desk. Dave sat down, crossing an ankle over his knee.
"I--" he took a breath, foot bouncing nervously against his knee. "I realize this is coming out of nowhere, and I can... understand the position I'm putting you in, but I'm going to be handing in my official two weeks' notice after work today and I just thought I shoud, um. Tell you."
His employer's brows drew together as he frowned. "Is something wrong? David, you know if you need to take an extended leave we can try to work something out. There's no need to quit."
"It's not --no, there's nothing wrong, really. It's just that my dad, he needs help at his firm and..." Dave shifted in his seat. "Well, to be honest, the money's better. And with the economy the way it is..."
Figgins sighed, nodding slightly. "It's hard on all of us, but giving up your career?"
"I know; it looks bad -and maybe I'll come back to teaching- but right now... it's just not where I need to be in my life."
"You're a great teacher, David."
He laughed quietly. "You'll replace me with someone just as qualified."
"We both know that just because two teachers look equal on paper, it doesn't mean they're the same. You're a great asset to this school; you've come so far from when you attended William McKinley, and I hope -one day- you decide to come back."
"Yeah... Maybe one day I will," Dave lied.
*
Kurt didn’t bother knocking, simply opening the door to Dave’s office and stepping inside. He closed it quickly and crossed his arms. His heart was thudding unevenly in his chest, jaw a little tight and eyes filled with worry and a touch of desperation.
"Unlike some people, I’m not going to beat around the bush here. Have you been avoiding me on purpose?"
Dave nearly jumped when the door opened, frame stiffening when he heard Kurt's voice. "Um..." he turned in his chair, glancing over at the other man. He wasn't sure how to answer that without, well, lying.
Kurt waited, raising an eyebrow as Dave stayed quiet. "Right," he said, swallowing hard and digging his nails into his upper arms. "Well. That’s clearly a yes. Credit where it’s due; it was kind of like you dropped off the face of the planet."
Kurt licked his lips and inhaled sharply, lifting his chin a little more. "Is this your way of breaking up with me?"
"I --what? Jesus, Kurt. No." Dave responded the second the words were out of Kurt's mouth, getting out of his chair. "This is me trying to keep my hands off of you until my two weeks is up."
Kurt’s expression went from hurt to relieved to confused. "Until your... your what? Is this some new self-imposed rule --that we’re only allowed to do things once every two weeks?!"
Dave's brows drew together as he frowned. "What...? N-- Kurt, my two weeks notice. I quit the other day. When we..."
Kurt blinked, lips parted. "You quit...?" he murmured, a second later.
"Well yeah, 'course I did. I mean... after what happened I can't really say we're waiting and I --neither of us wanna do that anyway, so..." Dave folded his arms, a little defensively, shrugging slightly. "What else was I supposed to do?"
"But... your job, I-- David, you can’t quit! What will you do?!" Kurt bit his lip, guilt washing through him. The last thing he’d wanted was for... for Dave to have to quit because of him!
He laughed quietly, reaching out to put a firm hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Don't freak. It's totally fine. My dad's working something out at his firm. I'll just be going straight from one job to the next. I just... I can't stay here when we're seeing each other. S'not right."
"Your dad does something with buildings though, doesn’t he? What about your teaching career...?" Kurt couldn’t help but lean into the comforting weight of Dave’s hand, still worrying his lip between his teeth.
"It's only temporary. Besides, between you and me? I hate being here... I don't know what made me think teaching at a place where I had the worst time of my entire life would be a good idea. Like I said, don't worry about it. Shit usually winds up working itself out."
After a moment Kurt sighed, placing his hand over Dave’s and squeezing. "Okay... I just... I never wanted you to feel like you had to choose between me and your job... I don’t want you to regret this. Regret me."
"Wasn't even a choice," Dave assured. "Choices are at least a little hard to make."
Kurt cracked a wobbly smile, twitching forwards as if to hug - and then remembering where they were. "Thank you..."
"For what?"
Kurt was quiet for a moment, his hand still on Dave’s and his thumbs stroking over the backs of his knuckles. Finally he spoke, looking up.
"For seeing so much in me. And for, you know, not dumping me."
"Oh, you're stuck with me, bro. Stuck." Dave grinned, tugging on Kurt's shoulder just enough to pull him in for a kiss.
Kurt laughed softly, wrapping an arm around Dave’s neck as he leaned up for the kiss, sighing out almost blissfully against Dave’s lips.
The door clicked softly open. "Hey Dave, do y--" Mr. Schue stopped dead in his tracks as Dave jerked away from Kurt. "...what the hell is going on in here?"
Kurt spun to face Mr. Schue, paling in horror as his jaw dropped a little. They’d been caught.
"F-- this isn't what it looks like." Dave rushed to say. It was the dumbest thing he could say, but it was the only thing he could think of.
Mr. Schue seemed to be trying to process what he'd just walked in on but, after a second, he pointed toward the door. "Kurt, get out. I need to talk to Coach Karofsky. Alone."
"But--" Kurt gasped, his voice almost painfully high and tight with barely hidden panic. Dave was going to go to jail. He was going to be fired and locked up and shamed and people would think he was another Mr. Rhyerson and it was all Kurt’s fault.
"Now, Kurt." Mr. Schue gritted through tight lips. Dave felt his stomach drop as his lunch threatened to come up.
Kurt swallowed, seriously considering standing up to Mr. Schue and refusing to go, but... he was pretty sure that would make things worse. With one last despairing look to Dave he left, closing the door quietly behind him and immediately pressing his ear to it, glad the hall was empty.
Dave wasn't sure if he was about to be sick or if he was going to faint. It was strange; he must have been in shock, because it felt almost like a dream -nightmare- whatever.
"I swear, this isn't as bad as it looks." he heard himself say, stomach clenching painfully.
Will crossed his arms, glaring at Dave. "How is this not as bad as it looks, Dave?! I just caught you touching... kissing one of your students! What the hell is going on here!?"
Okay. Maybe it was as bad as it looked. "Kurt's eighteen!" Dave snapped defensively. "You and I both know if I didn't work here this would be a complete nonissue."
"But you do work here; you’re his teacher - a high school teacher! - and you’re sleeping with your students! How can you be trusted to work with them?!" Will took a deep breath, calming himself down. "How long has it been going on. Kurt hasn’t been eighteen for long," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Whoa --no. I never t-- never even wanted to --not before. Not once." Dave swallowed around the lump in his throat. "And I'm not sleeping with my students. I'm sleeping with a student. Don't make me out to be a slut, because I'm pretty sure this is bad enough as is. And anyway, what does it matter whether you think I can be trusted to work with them or not? I quit, remember? Why do you think I did that? This isn't some fucked up fantasy, Will. I wanna be with him and I'm doing everything I can to make this situation just a little less fucked."
Will exhaled harshly, looking away and shaking his head. "This is ridiculous. You can’t keep this secret, Dave; things like this always get out. We’ve already had trouble with Sandy. What if his father presses charges? You’ll go to jail; you’ll be on the Sex Offenders register! You’ll never be able to work with children again and whether Kurt’s over eighteen or not won’t matter to people who will look at you like you're-- like you're some sort of predator! A pedophile!"
"You think I don't know that?" Dave all but roared, fist slamming into the desk hard enough that the mouse raced off the edge, the cord preventing it from clattering to the floor. "You think," he tried again, quietly, "I don't know what this is? How fucked up everything is right now? I fucking do. What, you never had something worth throwing everything else away for?"
Will’s jaw tightened, a nerve clearly struck. He turned from Dave and dragged his hands harshly through his hair, making a low, angry noise. "I can’t just... pretend nothing is happening for another two weeks, Dave! For one, that would make me liable too!"
He turned back to him, still looking furious. "You’re a good guy. I know that, and I know Kurt’s a good kid too. I’ve seen... I’ve seen how happy he is, and I won’t take that away, but I can’t not do anything either. You have to leave. Today, Dave, not after your notice is up. That’s the only circumstance where I won’t say anything."
"Fine, yeah, I-- yeah." Dave nodded stiffly. It was fair -fuck, it was more than fair- but, even so, "What about my classes?"
"I know someone who can step in for a few days. Leave it all so he can work from it, and... it’ll work out." Will uncrossed his arms, running his hand back through his hair. "Jesus, Dave. I just... why? Why would you risk all of this for a student?"
"He's not just a student. He's a person; you know that. And you might think it's stupid, but I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life wondering 'what if.' Because there's something there, and it might go ass up and I might wind up worse off than if I'd never taken a chance, but what if it doesn't? I think that's worth the risk."
There was a long silence before Will shook his head, moving to the door. "I hope for your sake - and for Kurt’s - that you’re right, Dave."
Kurt stepped back quickly, scrabbling to hide himself around the corner as Will left, closing the door behind him and striding off down the corridor. He gave it ten seconds before rushing to Dave’s office and going in.
"David?!"
"Hanging around my office?" Dave joked weakly. "Careful, people might think we're doing something inappropriate." He dropped into his chair with a sigh. He knew he needed to clean out his office and get off campus in case Schue decided to check, but shit... he really just needed a minute to process.
"Well, shit," Kurt muttered, closing the door behind him and going over, touching Dave’s shoulders. "We wouldn’t want to get caught or anything. Are you okay...?"
"Mm," Dave nodded. "I'm... well it could be worse. I just gotta..." he waved toward the room vaguely. "Pack up and get gone."
Kurt swallowed, lifting his hand to touch Dave’s cheek and leaning in to steal a quick, soft kiss. "I--" he swallowed, crooking a small smile.
"I love you."
"Don't worry; you'll get over that," Dave teased softly.
Kurt snorted, very lightly whacking Dave’s upper arm. "Gee, thanks for ruining a moment there."
"Anytime," Dave promised with a slight grin. "Shut up, you know I love you. And if you didn't, now you do."
"I had my suspicions," Kurt murmured, taking one last kiss before looking regretfully at his watch. "I’d better go... I’ve got class in ten minutes."
"Yeah, I gotta pack up anyway..." Dave muttered, getting out of his chair. "I'll text you later, okay?"
Kurt nodded, smiling softly and going to the door. "See you later."
"Kurt?"
He paused, glancing back. "Yeah?"
"I mean it. I do love you."
Kurt grinned softly. "I know. Me too." He slipped out, closing the door behind him.
◄◄ ■ ►►
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 3,471 // 60,829
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
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen
◄ 15 ►
"Good morning..." Kurt murmured, voice slow and heavy with sleep as he touched Dave’s cheek. They were pressed close in Dave’s bed, the weak sunlight shining down on them. "It’s five thirty... I set my alarm..." he was sleepy, safe in the knowledge his dad thought he was with Mercedes, and sleeping in a pair of Dave’s boxers wasn’t bad at all.
Dave hummed quietly in reply, sluggishly pulling Kurt in for a kiss. "'s alarm for?" he muttered, settling a hand low on the younger man's hip.
"The alarm," Kurt murmured, kissing back softly and trailing his hand down Dave’s chest, "is because you’ll be late for work if you don’t start moving soon..."
Dave had been about to roll Kurt onto his back when the reality of the situation hit him hard. Oh god... He'd slept with Kurt. On a fucking school night. That woke him up faster than the promise of sex ever could. He scrambled to get up and out of bed, feeling that ice cold reality hit him again when he stepped on an empty condom wrapper.
"Ohhh god," he muttered, trying to calm himself down. Okay. It wasn't that bad, right? It wasn't... Who was he kidding? This was... pretty fucking bad.
Kurt slowly sat up, watching as Dave’s shoulders hunched. "David...?" he murmured, moving to kneel, and gently placed his hands on Dave’s upper arms. "Please-- please tell me you’re not having a moral melt-down," he said quietly, biting his lip and trying not to panic - trying not to think about Dave breaking it off between them.
"W-- no, no... I'm just. Fuck... just trying to think," Dave sighed, turning to press a quick kiss to the side of Kurt's mouth. "I'm gonna go take a shower. S'early. Go back to bed, babe."
Kurt cupped Dave’s cheek, keeping him there for a moment as he drew the kiss out. "Okay," he murmured, tipping their foreheads together. "Just... tell me if you think you’re about to do something rash," he smiled, a little wryly.
Dave nodded, forcing a small smile as he pulled away. "I'll get you up before I leave," he responded before slipping into the bathroom.
*
By the time Dave came back out, quietly moving to go through his dresser to pull out jeans and a t-shirt for work, he was a lot calmer, frame noticeably relaxed. The shower had helped, both to calm him down and to help him sort shit out in his head. Now that he had a plan it wasn't so bad. It could be better, but it could... definitely be worse.
After getting dressed Dave sat down on the edge of the bed, hand smoothing slowly down Kurt's arm. He looked over Kurt's sleeping face slowly and, no, he didn't think it could be better now that he thought about it. They were worth it --Kurt was worth it.
"Babe." Dave leaned forward, kissing the line of Kurt's jaw. "C'mon. Gotta get up."
Kurt shivered under the touch, a low, soft noise trickling past his lips as he stirred and blinked up at Dave, stifling a yawn. He smiled a second later, tilting his head to brush their lips together.
"That’s the nicest way to wake up..." he whispered.
Dave laughed quietly. "Come on. Up. I gotta go." He sat up, gaze lingering on Kurt's bare torso. It was almost enough to just call in. Before he remembered that if he called in that would mean Kurt wouldn't be there either and--
"Um, there's eggs and shit in the fridge. Don't worry about getting out of here or anything. Just leave whenever you normally would, 'kay?"
Kurt sighed and sat up too, smiling as he reached forwards and stroked a hand down the side of Dave’s neck, resting on his chest. "Okay... thanks. I should stay over on a Friday night next time, then we wouldn’t have to get up so early..." he leaned in, wrapping his arms around his-- technically, his lover now, right...? Kurt hugged tightly, relaxing against him.
"How will I, um, lock up...?" he asked, a moment later.
"Oh, right. Hold on." Dave got up, leaving the room to get the spare key out of his junk drawer. He'd been planning to give it to Kurt after graduation and, sure, maybe that was a bit assuming, but it's not like he'd ever told Kurt he was going to. So there wasn’t any harm in a little hopeful planning.
Dave brought it back into the bedroom, sitting back down as he handed the key over. "Don't worry about giving it back." He hoped that ...got his point across alright. And he really hoped it wasn't too much.
Kurt’s lips parted a little, gaze flicking from the key up to Dave before he grinned, laughing softly and closing his fist around it. "Thank you," he murmured, leaning up to steal another soft kiss. "I won’t lose it..."
The key to his boyfriend’s apartment. It felt... amazing, in all honesty.
"I'll, um. See you at... yeah." Dave smiled slightly, but it was wavering.
*
Kurt walked into school with a spring in his step, a smile on his face, and the key tucked safely into the depths of one of his pockets. He felt a whole head taller, he felt... like a whole person. It was dumb, to base his personal happiness on what had happened last night, but... he’d lost some of his virginity, woken up in his boyfriend’s arms, and been given his own key.
He was allowed to smile.
Mercedes fell into step alongside Kurt, adjusting her bag on her shoulder as she slipped her arm into his. "You look exceedingly happy for someone who lives in Lima." she commented, casting her friend a second glance. She nearly stumbled when she noticed it, though.
"Oh my god." Mercedes gasped loudly, smacking Kurt's arm. "Oh my god. Bathroom. Now." she directed, steering them into an entirely new course.
Kurt blinked, mouth hanging open and greeting dying on his tongue as he was dragged to the left, away from his classroom and into the girls’ bathroom.
"Well good morning to you too," he snorted, eyebrows raised. "Did some-- I don’t have another sign on me, do I?!" He asked, twisting suddenly.
"You might as well! Kurt Hummel, you are wearing the same clothes you were wearing yesterday. Which means you --and he --you know, that is the happiest walk of shame I have ever seen."
Kurt bit his lower lip, slowly grinning as he relaxed. "Walk of shame? I have no idea what you could possibly be alluding to, Miss Jones."
"Don't you lie to me, Mister Hummel. You got some last night."
Kurt cracked, beaming as he laughed softly. "Oh my god," he breathed, "I did, you’re right. And," Kurt reached into his pocket, pulling out the key and showing it to her.
Mercedes grinned, suppressing a squeal. "This is ...getting serious, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah," Kurt murmured, leaning against the sink and turning the key in his hands, almost reverently. "We didn’t go all the way," he said a moment later, voice low as he leaned in a little. "We’re taking it slow."
She nodded slightly. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Mercedes agreed, then grinned again. "So is he any good?" she prodded.
Kurt giggled, pressing his hand over his mouth and flushing a little. "Amazing. Seriously, I-- I can’t start thinking about it when I’ve got a class in five minutes," he snorted, elbowing her gently.
"Fiiine. Tell me later? That's what friends do, you know. I need someone to live vicariously through since none of these boys can handle me."
"Will do," Kurt smiled, hugging her quickly. "You’ll get all the details, I promise. Nothing spared."
"That's what I like to hear."
*
Dave knocked a second before stepping into Principal Figgins' office, shutting the door behind him. He watched as the older man looked up from his computer and attempted a weak smile.
"Got a minute?" he asked, waiting for an answer before sitting down.
"Of course," Figgins assured, nodding toward one of the chairs across from his desk. Dave sat down, crossing an ankle over his knee.
"I--" he took a breath, foot bouncing nervously against his knee. "I realize this is coming out of nowhere, and I can... understand the position I'm putting you in, but I'm going to be handing in my official two weeks' notice after work today and I just thought I shoud, um. Tell you."
His employer's brows drew together as he frowned. "Is something wrong? David, you know if you need to take an extended leave we can try to work something out. There's no need to quit."
"It's not --no, there's nothing wrong, really. It's just that my dad, he needs help at his firm and..." Dave shifted in his seat. "Well, to be honest, the money's better. And with the economy the way it is..."
Figgins sighed, nodding slightly. "It's hard on all of us, but giving up your career?"
"I know; it looks bad -and maybe I'll come back to teaching- but right now... it's just not where I need to be in my life."
"You're a great teacher, David."
He laughed quietly. "You'll replace me with someone just as qualified."
"We both know that just because two teachers look equal on paper, it doesn't mean they're the same. You're a great asset to this school; you've come so far from when you attended William McKinley, and I hope -one day- you decide to come back."
"Yeah... Maybe one day I will," Dave lied.
*
Kurt didn’t bother knocking, simply opening the door to Dave’s office and stepping inside. He closed it quickly and crossed his arms. His heart was thudding unevenly in his chest, jaw a little tight and eyes filled with worry and a touch of desperation.
"Unlike some people, I’m not going to beat around the bush here. Have you been avoiding me on purpose?"
Dave nearly jumped when the door opened, frame stiffening when he heard Kurt's voice. "Um..." he turned in his chair, glancing over at the other man. He wasn't sure how to answer that without, well, lying.
Kurt waited, raising an eyebrow as Dave stayed quiet. "Right," he said, swallowing hard and digging his nails into his upper arms. "Well. That’s clearly a yes. Credit where it’s due; it was kind of like you dropped off the face of the planet."
Kurt licked his lips and inhaled sharply, lifting his chin a little more. "Is this your way of breaking up with me?"
"I --what? Jesus, Kurt. No." Dave responded the second the words were out of Kurt's mouth, getting out of his chair. "This is me trying to keep my hands off of you until my two weeks is up."
Kurt’s expression went from hurt to relieved to confused. "Until your... your what? Is this some new self-imposed rule --that we’re only allowed to do things once every two weeks?!"
Dave's brows drew together as he frowned. "What...? N-- Kurt, my two weeks notice. I quit the other day. When we..."
Kurt blinked, lips parted. "You quit...?" he murmured, a second later.
"Well yeah, 'course I did. I mean... after what happened I can't really say we're waiting and I --neither of us wanna do that anyway, so..." Dave folded his arms, a little defensively, shrugging slightly. "What else was I supposed to do?"
"But... your job, I-- David, you can’t quit! What will you do?!" Kurt bit his lip, guilt washing through him. The last thing he’d wanted was for... for Dave to have to quit because of him!
He laughed quietly, reaching out to put a firm hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Don't freak. It's totally fine. My dad's working something out at his firm. I'll just be going straight from one job to the next. I just... I can't stay here when we're seeing each other. S'not right."
"Your dad does something with buildings though, doesn’t he? What about your teaching career...?" Kurt couldn’t help but lean into the comforting weight of Dave’s hand, still worrying his lip between his teeth.
"It's only temporary. Besides, between you and me? I hate being here... I don't know what made me think teaching at a place where I had the worst time of my entire life would be a good idea. Like I said, don't worry about it. Shit usually winds up working itself out."
After a moment Kurt sighed, placing his hand over Dave’s and squeezing. "Okay... I just... I never wanted you to feel like you had to choose between me and your job... I don’t want you to regret this. Regret me."
"Wasn't even a choice," Dave assured. "Choices are at least a little hard to make."
Kurt cracked a wobbly smile, twitching forwards as if to hug - and then remembering where they were. "Thank you..."
"For what?"
Kurt was quiet for a moment, his hand still on Dave’s and his thumbs stroking over the backs of his knuckles. Finally he spoke, looking up.
"For seeing so much in me. And for, you know, not dumping me."
"Oh, you're stuck with me, bro. Stuck." Dave grinned, tugging on Kurt's shoulder just enough to pull him in for a kiss.
Kurt laughed softly, wrapping an arm around Dave’s neck as he leaned up for the kiss, sighing out almost blissfully against Dave’s lips.
The door clicked softly open. "Hey Dave, do y--" Mr. Schue stopped dead in his tracks as Dave jerked away from Kurt. "...what the hell is going on in here?"
Kurt spun to face Mr. Schue, paling in horror as his jaw dropped a little. They’d been caught.
"F-- this isn't what it looks like." Dave rushed to say. It was the dumbest thing he could say, but it was the only thing he could think of.
Mr. Schue seemed to be trying to process what he'd just walked in on but, after a second, he pointed toward the door. "Kurt, get out. I need to talk to Coach Karofsky. Alone."
"But--" Kurt gasped, his voice almost painfully high and tight with barely hidden panic. Dave was going to go to jail. He was going to be fired and locked up and shamed and people would think he was another Mr. Rhyerson and it was all Kurt’s fault.
"Now, Kurt." Mr. Schue gritted through tight lips. Dave felt his stomach drop as his lunch threatened to come up.
Kurt swallowed, seriously considering standing up to Mr. Schue and refusing to go, but... he was pretty sure that would make things worse. With one last despairing look to Dave he left, closing the door quietly behind him and immediately pressing his ear to it, glad the hall was empty.
Dave wasn't sure if he was about to be sick or if he was going to faint. It was strange; he must have been in shock, because it felt almost like a dream -nightmare- whatever.
"I swear, this isn't as bad as it looks." he heard himself say, stomach clenching painfully.
Will crossed his arms, glaring at Dave. "How is this not as bad as it looks, Dave?! I just caught you touching... kissing one of your students! What the hell is going on here!?"
Okay. Maybe it was as bad as it looked. "Kurt's eighteen!" Dave snapped defensively. "You and I both know if I didn't work here this would be a complete nonissue."
"But you do work here; you’re his teacher - a high school teacher! - and you’re sleeping with your students! How can you be trusted to work with them?!" Will took a deep breath, calming himself down. "How long has it been going on. Kurt hasn’t been eighteen for long," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Whoa --no. I never t-- never even wanted to --not before. Not once." Dave swallowed around the lump in his throat. "And I'm not sleeping with my students. I'm sleeping with a student. Don't make me out to be a slut, because I'm pretty sure this is bad enough as is. And anyway, what does it matter whether you think I can be trusted to work with them or not? I quit, remember? Why do you think I did that? This isn't some fucked up fantasy, Will. I wanna be with him and I'm doing everything I can to make this situation just a little less fucked."
Will exhaled harshly, looking away and shaking his head. "This is ridiculous. You can’t keep this secret, Dave; things like this always get out. We’ve already had trouble with Sandy. What if his father presses charges? You’ll go to jail; you’ll be on the Sex Offenders register! You’ll never be able to work with children again and whether Kurt’s over eighteen or not won’t matter to people who will look at you like you're-- like you're some sort of predator! A pedophile!"
"You think I don't know that?" Dave all but roared, fist slamming into the desk hard enough that the mouse raced off the edge, the cord preventing it from clattering to the floor. "You think," he tried again, quietly, "I don't know what this is? How fucked up everything is right now? I fucking do. What, you never had something worth throwing everything else away for?"
Will’s jaw tightened, a nerve clearly struck. He turned from Dave and dragged his hands harshly through his hair, making a low, angry noise. "I can’t just... pretend nothing is happening for another two weeks, Dave! For one, that would make me liable too!"
He turned back to him, still looking furious. "You’re a good guy. I know that, and I know Kurt’s a good kid too. I’ve seen... I’ve seen how happy he is, and I won’t take that away, but I can’t not do anything either. You have to leave. Today, Dave, not after your notice is up. That’s the only circumstance where I won’t say anything."
"Fine, yeah, I-- yeah." Dave nodded stiffly. It was fair -fuck, it was more than fair- but, even so, "What about my classes?"
"I know someone who can step in for a few days. Leave it all so he can work from it, and... it’ll work out." Will uncrossed his arms, running his hand back through his hair. "Jesus, Dave. I just... why? Why would you risk all of this for a student?"
"He's not just a student. He's a person; you know that. And you might think it's stupid, but I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life wondering 'what if.' Because there's something there, and it might go ass up and I might wind up worse off than if I'd never taken a chance, but what if it doesn't? I think that's worth the risk."
There was a long silence before Will shook his head, moving to the door. "I hope for your sake - and for Kurt’s - that you’re right, Dave."
Kurt stepped back quickly, scrabbling to hide himself around the corner as Will left, closing the door behind him and striding off down the corridor. He gave it ten seconds before rushing to Dave’s office and going in.
"David?!"
"Hanging around my office?" Dave joked weakly. "Careful, people might think we're doing something inappropriate." He dropped into his chair with a sigh. He knew he needed to clean out his office and get off campus in case Schue decided to check, but shit... he really just needed a minute to process.
"Well, shit," Kurt muttered, closing the door behind him and going over, touching Dave’s shoulders. "We wouldn’t want to get caught or anything. Are you okay...?"
"Mm," Dave nodded. "I'm... well it could be worse. I just gotta..." he waved toward the room vaguely. "Pack up and get gone."
Kurt swallowed, lifting his hand to touch Dave’s cheek and leaning in to steal a quick, soft kiss. "I--" he swallowed, crooking a small smile.
"I love you."
"Don't worry; you'll get over that," Dave teased softly.
Kurt snorted, very lightly whacking Dave’s upper arm. "Gee, thanks for ruining a moment there."
"Anytime," Dave promised with a slight grin. "Shut up, you know I love you. And if you didn't, now you do."
"I had my suspicions," Kurt murmured, taking one last kiss before looking regretfully at his watch. "I’d better go... I’ve got class in ten minutes."
"Yeah, I gotta pack up anyway..." Dave muttered, getting out of his chair. "I'll text you later, okay?"
Kurt nodded, smiling softly and going to the door. "See you later."
"Kurt?"
He paused, glancing back. "Yeah?"
"I mean it. I do love you."
Kurt grinned softly. "I know. Me too." He slipped out, closing the door behind him.
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