Fic: Everything Else (5/?)
Title: Everything Else - sequel to ' Everything'. This will probably make much more sense if you read that one first! :)
Pairing/Character(s): Kurt Hummel/Dave Karofsky; New Directions + teachers, parents, Blaine + Warblers, etc.
Rating: NC17!
Spoilers: 2x06. Branches off into my own private AU from there on, so no Holly Holiday, no Kurt transferring to Dalton, no Lauren joining New Directions, no Superbowl Episode. But, various events from episodes 2x07-2x16 have and will make it into the fic, so be warned!
Disclaimer: Glee is © of Ryan Murphy and the actors.
Summary: sequel to 'Everything'. Kurt and Dave's relationship continues after receiving 'approval' from the Glee Club. But happily ever after certainly never stays that way, and they'll have to work through the everyday high-school drama in all its forms - together, or apart.
Previous: Chapter Four
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Chapter Five
Kurt woke up in his bed on Sunday morning with no recollection of how he'd gotten there, nor of how the movie 'Kick-Ass' ended. He blinked up at his ceiling for a minute, trying to figure out what had happened last night. He hadn't even said goodbye to Dave --
-- who was sleeping right beside him, his arms wrapped around Kurt in a loose, warm hug.
Huh?
Kurt glanced around his bedroom. He spotted his shirt and jeans draped over the back of his desk chair, and his cardigan hanging neatly on a hanger on the handle of his wardrobe. Upon closer inspection under the covers, he saw that he'd been sleeping in his briefs and undershirt. Dave, too, was down to boxers and a T-shirt, and Kurt looked around again and noticed another pair of jeans and a sweatshirt haphazardly thrown onto his desk chair. Dave must have decided to stay the night - not that Kurt was unhappy about it. He'd slept like a baby, and waking up with Dave's arms wrapped around him was delightful
He wondered what had woken him up. His internal clock told him that it was still early for Sunday - usually he slept until noon on the weekend. He found his phone blinking with an unread text message on the bedside table - Ah, that must be it.
He squirmed one hand out of Dave's arms and reached for his phone, tapping it open. The text was from Mercedes:
date w/ Anthony last night was AMAZING.
I really really like him. tell your boy Dave
thanks for this. I owe him a slushy.
Kurt laughed silently, careful not to wake Dave up. He sent Mercedes a congratulatory reply:
Glad you had a good time, boo. Tell me
all about it later. And please don't slushy
my boyfriend. I like him food-coloring free.
He set the phone to silent mode, knowing Mercedes would text back.
TO DRINK NOT TO THROW @ HIM LOL!
off to church now bb, ttyl!
Kurt set the phone down on the bedside table, then decided that he'd better get up to use the bathroom before something embarrassing happened. It took him a minute to get out of the bed, with Dave's arms wrapped around him like a giant teddy bear. Kurt grinned as he answered nature's call; he was never going to let Dave live that down. Then again, Dave might laugh at him for falling asleep while they were watching a movie, but he'd had an exciting day! His best friend had gone out on a first date and he'd had the responsibility of outfitting her and doing her hair and make-up. It was a wonder he'd even managed to sit through half the movie before all the excitement caught up with him!
Kurt chuckled to himself as he came back into the bedroom, sliding under the covers next to his boyfriend. Dave moaned lightly, and Kurt leaned in to kiss his forehead.
"Wake up, you big teddy bear."
"Mmmf."
"Dave..." Kurt stroked the back of Dave's neck, his fingers playing with the short curls there. "Daaaave..."
Dave merely cuddled in further, pulling Kurt close and tucking Kurt's head under his chin. Dave wrapped one of his legs around Kurt's, and Kurt felt something poke him in the thigh.
Oh! Kurt thought, grinning. Teddy bear's got a case of morning wood. This could be fun. Biting his lip, he brought a hand to Dave's shoulder and shook him gently. "Dave, baby, wake up."
"Wha..?" Dave's eyes blinked open groggily. "Kurt?"
"Good morning, Dave," Kurt said patiently.
"Mornin'. What're you -" Dave yawned widely. "Oh, right. I slept over."
"Yes, Dave, I can see that," Kurt replied, smiling. "And now we have ourselves a little morning problem..."
"Mmm, doesn't have to be a problem, babe..." one of Dave's hands left Kurt's back and burrowed between their bodies, slipping into the waistband of Kurt's briefs. "Hey, you're not... oh. I guess I'm the one with the problem, huh?" Dave thrust his hips against Kurt's thigh as though to demonstrate.
"Oh, that's okay," Kurt said, his breath hitching at the sensation of Dave's hand on his dick, "I'm developing a little problem of my own." Dave's hand moved, sliding under Kurt's waist and around to his backside; his other hand slid down Kurt's back to join the first, cupping his ass and pulling him close. They both moaned quietly as their hips met, erections rubbing through their underwear.
"Mmm, turn around, babe. I wanna try something." Dave didn't give Kurt much of a choice, rolling him onto his other side so that he was facing away from Dave. Kurt went willingly, only wishing that they'd taken their shirts off so he could feel Dave's chest pressing skin-on-skin against his back. Dave made up for that, though, by leaning in and kissing Kurt's neck, his hands busy sliding Kurt's briefs down his legs. He didn't bother taking them off completely, simply wrapping one hand around Kurt's cock and stroking up-down slowly.
"Ohhhhh," Kurt made that high-pitched, breathy sound that Dave liked so much, and he ran his tongue over Kurt's shoulder. His hips were pumping forward, rubbing his cloth-covered erection against Kurt's bare ass, and pushing Kurt's pelvis forward so that his dick slid into the tunnel made by Dave's hand. Kurt's hands were grasping at the edge of the blanket that was only half-covering them by that point, and he kept making those sounds that were driving Dave kind of crazy.
"Kurt, babe, you need to keep it down," he chuckled, twisting his hand like he did sometimes when he was on his own. That produced an even louder moan from Kurt, so Dave bit down on Kurt's shoulder in warning. "Kurt..."
"I - I can't help it," Kurt whined, bucking into Dave's hand and rubbing back against Dave's hard-on. "You try staying quiet when you're - ah! - when you're getting your first handjob..."
Dave groaned at that. The thought that he was the first person to touch Kurt this way - he had to clamp down on that thought before he finished it, or he'd surely come right then. "Okay, okay. C'mere, maybe this'll keep you quiet." He rose up on the elbow of his free arm and leaned over Kurt's shoulder to kiss him. Kurt tilted his head towards him, eyes closed and mouth open and panting. They kissed while Dave's hand kept its motions on Kurt's erection, his thumb swiping over the head.
Kurt gasped into Dave's mouth as he came, seeing stars explode behind his closed eyelids. Dave continued to stroke him until he had no more to give, his own hips stilling behind Kurt. His mouth moved down to Kurt's neck again as the shorter boy panted into the comforter, coming down from his orgasm.
"Dave?" he said, voice still breathy. "You didn't...?"
"Believe me, I almost did. You're fucking sexy, you know that?"
The complement made Kurt blush, but it also gave him the confidence he needed to make up his mind about what he wanted to do next. He took one last moment to enjoy Dave's hands and mouth on his skin before sitting up on the bed, stripping off his come-stained undershirt. He turned it inside out and wiped at the rest of the mess on his stomach and groin, then tugged his briefs off completely and turned to look at Dave.
Dave's hand was moving slowly inside his boxer shorts, trying to find the right rhythm that would keep him hard while Kurt decided what to do but wouldn't make him come yet. He'd been right at the edge when Kurt had lost it, teetering so close; but somehow he'd held back. The way Kurt was looking at him now, though... Dave had his doubts about whether he'd last long. He grinned up at Kurt. "So now what?"
"Now," Kurt said slowly, lying on his stomach and playing with the hem of Dave's T-shirt. "Now I want to try something, too. But first you have to tell me the absolute, honest to Gaga truth. Have you ever had sex with anyone besides Santana?"
"No," Dave said, his voice low and eager and laced with a hint of embarrassment that made Kurt believe him. He slid his hand down to the waistband of Dave's boxers, tugging them down to watch the way Dave's hand was stroking his cock.
"And did you use protection?"
"Yeah, of course," Dave said, beginning to writhe under Kurt's gaze. "Lopez knows her stuff. Ever since Quinn Fabray got knocked up, she won't let anyone get near her without breaking out the condoms."
"Mmm, good," Kurt said, reaching out one hand to move along with Dave's.
"Shirt, Kurt," Dave's hips jerked when Kurt's hand closed over his shaft. "Why're you asking all this stuff?"
"Because I want to give you a blowjob," Kurt whispered in Dave's ear, his breath warm and moist. "And I want to know if you have any condoms."
"Oh. Fuck, um. I, I've got one in my wallet." Dave made as though to get up, but Kurt stopped him with one hand on his chest, the other still stroking Dave's dick.
"Let me." He left Dave with one last squeeze of his hand and climbed out of the bed, hissing as his bare feet pattered over the cold floor. He retrieved Dave's wallet from the back pocket of his jeans where they sat on his desk chair. He flipped it open and rifled through the contents, laughing silently at the stub of a ticket from their first movie to together (Resident Evil: Afterlife). He found the crinkly foil packet and pulled it out, examining the expiration date printed on its bottom corner. Happy to discover that it was still good, he brought it back to the bed and slipped under the covers next to Dave's large frame.
"Find it?" Dave asked, slipping a hand around Kurt's back. Kurt shivered, enjoying the warmth of the bedcovers and of his boyfriend's skin. Dave had taken his T-shirt off while Kurt had found the condom, and now lay entirely naked under the blankets.
"Yeah," Kurt said, holding it up for Dave to see. "It's even flavored."
"Really?" Dave had the decency to blush. "I didn't know. Seriously!" he insisted when Kurt raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. "I've never even taken it out of my wallet. Santana gave it to me that first time after we had sex last year. I sort of never thought I'd have sex again, since that was just around the time I started getting obsessed with you..."
"Aww, Dave," Kurt grinned, leaning in to kiss the other boy. Dave moaned and cupped the back of Kurt's head, deepening the kiss, making it something warm and sensual. Kurt made his approval known by wrapping one hand around Dave's cock again and sliding his tongue into Dave's mouth. He toyed with Dave's tongue, drawing it into his own mouth and sucking on it in imitation of what he planned on doing with Dave's dick later. His fingers squeezed again and Dave broke the kiss, panting heavily.
"Are you really gonna blow me?" he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual.
"Unless you have any objections." Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Fuck no," Dave said quickly. "I just... have you ever...?"
"No," Kurt said with a casualness he didn't quite feel. "But I've watched a lot of porn." He began to kiss his way down Dave's neck and chest, keeping his hand moving slowly on Dave's dick. He idled at Dave's navel, poking his tongue into it and grinning when Dave's stomach muscles jumped. He slid down Dave's legs, his free hand running up one of Dave's inner thighs.
Finally face-to-face with Dave's arousal, Kurt was grateful for the relative dimness of the bedroom, so that Dave couldn't see Kurt's bright red cheeks or be self-conscious about his body. In fact it was Kurt who was embarrassed; seeing his boyfriend's erection fully for the first time, he was a bit stumped. How on earth was he supposed to fit that into his mouth? It was huge.
Kurt mentally squared his shoulders and tossed his head. He'd said he'd do it, and he wasn't going to back down now. Groping for the condom packet, he carefully opened it and rolled the latex sheath down over Dave's dick. Dave moaned at the touch, his hands going to Kurt's head and moving through his hair. Kurt spent a single second thinking that it was a good idea to be doing this before getting dressed and styling his hair; he already knew Dave was a bit of a hair-puller.
Then he stopped thinking and simply acted, taking the head of Dave's cock into his mouth and sucking gently. Dave's hips bucked up, inadvertently shoving more of his length into Kurt's mouth; Kurt gagged for a second before he found the hilarity of the moment (it helped that the condom was cherry-flavored) and put both his hands on Dave's hips, shoving them down hard. Dave's fingers petted his cheek in apology.
"Sorry, sorry," he gasped, and Kurt tried to smile around his mouthful, showing Dave he was all right before he returned his attention to the job at hand. More like, job at mouth, he thought to himself, wondering why he suddenly found the situation so amusing. Well, it's either laugh or cry. Hmm. I wonder if I can make Dave cry?
The thought made him chuckle a bit, and the vibrations of his throat seemed to go straight to Dave's cock, because his hips tried to buck again. Kurt curled his tongue around the thick shaft, trying to trace the vein on its underside just by touch. He bobbed his head up and down, taking as much as he could into his mouth; it proved to be just a little over half of Dave's length, so Kurt brought one of his hands down to massage the rest of it. Apparently he was doing quite well, since Dave's hands were in his hair again, moving through it as though afraid to grasp on.
Kurt doubled his efforts, wanting to see if he could get Dave to lose control. He moved his hand and his mouth in opposite directions, so that when he bobbed down again his fingers met his lips. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks and giving himself a mental pat on the back when Dave moaned loudly. He pinched his boyfriend's thigh, a wordless warning to keep quiet, then twisted his hand around the base of Dave's cock the way Dave had done to him earlier.
"Ohfuck," Dave was squirming now, his hands fisted in Kurt's hair and his thighs moving under Kurt's chest. Kurt tightened his hold on Dave's hips, sucking slowly up the length of his cock and focusing on the head for a few seconds before sinking down again. "Fuuuuck..." Dave's hands tightened in Kurt's hair. Kurt utilized his multitasking skills to keep up the blowjob, one hand still stroking the bottom half of Dave's cock, while he reached between his legs to grasp his own quickly-hardening dick with the other. Dave apparently saw what he was doing, or maybe he felt it, since Kurt was pretty much rubbing himself off on one of Dave's legs.
Either way, the fact that Kurt was jerking himself off while sucking Dave seemed to have quite an effect on the bigger boy: he bucked up hard, a low grunt that sounded suspiciously like Kurt's name escaping his lips as he came. Kurt didn't need much more than that; his teenage hormones made it easy to come again when his boyfriend tugged at his hair. Kurt wondered vaguely if he had a little sadomasochistic streak in him as he pulled his mouth off of Dave, flopping down onto the bed. He slid the condom off as well and tied it closed, setting it on the floor by the bed and making a mental note to throw it in the trash in the bathroom later.
Dave was panting, his forearm pressed over his eyes. "...fuck, Kurt." His other hand reached out for Kurt, pulling him close. He brought Kurt to lie half on his chest, leaning in to kiss him. It was a slow, sloppy kiss, sated and tasting of artificial cherries. "That was amazing," Dave whispered into Kurt's mouth. "You're amazing. Fuck. So hot..."
Kurt's phone vibrated over the bedside table at that moment, and the two boys broke apart. Kurt giggled. Dave looked at him strangely, but then a little smile worked its way over his lips. In a manner of seconds, they were both in the midst of a giggling fit so bad they had to muffle their mouths with their hands.
After a minute had passed and they'd calmed down, Kurt reached for his phone. It was a text message from Finn, who was probably upstairs in the living room watching TV, or hopefully in his own bedroom.
WARNING
mom & dad r on th way home
u 2 better not b fooling around!
"Oh, shit," Kurt said, still giggling. "Dave, my parents are coming home soon. They always have Sunday breakfast at this café - we've probably got about fifteen minutes. And I need a shower."
"Right, sure." Dave heaved himself into a seated position on the bed. "I think I'll be okay with like a washcloth or something. Shit knows you need that shower more than I do. And what about your bed, man?"
Kurt bit his lip. "Do me a favor and strip the sheets? I'll do the laundry later. Thanks." Kurt leaned up to kiss Dave quickly before he went into the shower. He came out with a hand-towel he'd half-soaked in warm water and held it out to Dave. "And Dave?"
"Hmm?" Dave looked up from where he'd been inspecting his boxers before stepping into them.
"Try to wipe the smirk off your face by the time my parents get here, okay?"
Dave laughed. "Okay."
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Kurt sped through his shower routine, trying very hard not to think of Dave getting dressed in his room. He exited the bathroom after getting dressed and was met with the sight of his thankfully fully-clothed boyfriend looking through his closet.
"What're you hoping to find in there, my vibrator?" Kurt joked. Dave turned around with a startled expression on his face. Then Kurt's words sank in and he snorted.
"Naw, babe, I was just looking for some sheets to put back on the bed." He gestured at the pile of bedding that he'd stripped from Kurt's bed. Glancing back at Kurt's wardrobe, he added, "And I seriously doubt you've got any sex toys hidden in there. Or is there something you'd like to tell me?" He came slowly towards Kurt, a predatory grin on his face.
"Is there something you two would like to tell me?" came Burt Hummel's voice from the top of the stairs.
"Um." Dave turned around quickly, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "No, Mr. Hummel."
"Good. I'd hate to think you boys have been up to anything." Burt gave Dave a stern look, which Dave began to fidget under. Kurt wondered if he should clue Dave in to the fact that his father was joking, but decided to let him experience Burt in overprotective mode for a little while longer.
But Burt cracked before long, smiling and saying, "Aw, I'm just messing with you, kid." He came down the steps to clap Dave on the shoulder. "I okayed you staying over last night so it's not as if I'm catching you down here without permission."
Dave visibly relaxed, wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulders when the shorter boy came up to his side. "Your dad's a pretty cool guy, Kurt."
"Don't I know it," Kurt said, smiling at his father. "Thank you, Dad."
Burt waved them off, already headed up the stairs. "I trust you, Kurt, and Dave's a good kid. I trust him, too. You boys will have to scrounge up some lunch for yourselves, though. Carole and I kind of overindulged at brunch today; I don't think we'll be up for anything like a proper meal until dinner."
"I could throw something together," Kurt offered, but Dave turned to him with a serious look on his face.
"Kurt, come over to my place for lunch."
Kurt blinked. "Really? With your parents and everything?"
"Yeah. I told them I was dating you a while ago, but I don't think they actually believed me. My dad probably remembers you from Figgins's office, but I'd like for you to meet my mom."
"Oh, Dave." Kurt took both of Dave's hands in his. "If you think you're ready - I would love to."
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"So just how much have you told your parents about us?" Kurt asked as they got into his car. He'd had to change his clothes of course; meeting his boyfriend's parents for the first (official) time required careful wardrobe planning. He didn't want to wear something too flamboyant and 'scare' them, but he also wanted to be presentable and well-dressed. He'd settled on a pair of fairly normal (read: boring) blue skinny jeans and a button-up shirt in a pretty green color that complemented his skin tone and his eyes. He'd skipped the tie, though he'd wanted to wear one; he felt that the more casual and 'straight' he looked, the better. Still, he couldn't bear to compromise his personal style too much, so he wore a black pageboy cap and his lace-up Dr. Martins to complete the look.
"Not a lot," Dave said. "Just that since I started driving you around after your arm broke, we'd started hanging out. And that hanging out had eventually turned into dating."
"And they took it well?"
"My dad didn't seem to mind. I think he was just glad I wasn't getting into trouble anymore. And my mom must have been glad my grades were back up. I don't think she really processed that I'd told her I was gay." Dave scratched his neck. "Or did I tell them I was bi? I can't remember."
Kurt chuckled. "I'm glad to hear you talking so casually about this. And I'm glad you've invited me to meet them."
"I figured it was time. I mean, I've been out at school for an entire week now, even longer with the hockey team, and even longer than that with the Glee Club. No-one's given me much trouble -"
"Except for Rachel, at the start," Kurt put in. "And Azimio, earlier this week."
"Pfft. Fuck Azimio," Dave snorted. "Some best friend he turned out to be. But I get that the Glee Club was against me. I was awful to them. The rest of the school... probably doesn't care so much about me as I used to think. I'm just another jock." Dave shrugged.
"Oh, I forgot!" Kurt said suddenly. "Mercedes texted me this morning. She said she had a really good time on her date with Anthony. Your match worked."
Dave laughed. "Cool. Do you want me to, like, get the info out of Rashad at school tomorrow?"
"I don't know, why don't we let Mercedes decide that? So far she's said she'd like to buy you a slushy for suggesting him, but let's not meddle any more or you'll end up wearing crushed ice and red dye number seven."
"Yikes. Remind me never to get on that chick's bad side."
"She can be scary," Kurt agreed, as they pulled up next to the Karofsky residence. Suddenly he was nervous. "Do you want to maybe... go in and prepare them for it?" he suggested.
"No, I've already -" Dave took a closer look at Kurt's face and realized that Kurt needed the time for himself and not for his parents' benefit. "Sure, good idea. Wait here, I'll go talk to them. Should be about five minutes."
"Okay." Dave gave his hand a squeeze and got out of the car. Kurt killed the engine and followed him with his eyes as Dave opened the front door and disappeared inside. He didn't know why he was suddenly nervous. They were just parents. Kurt had come out to his own father, and to his close friends, and to the entire school. He'd managed to perform musical numbers in front of the entire school, and at three competitions for heaven's sake!
Maybe that was what he needed to do. Perform. But no, he'd actually toned himself down for this meeting with Dave's parents. He had to be himself, not put on a show.
"Maybe a little show for myself, then," Kurt said softly, pulling out his iPhone from his bag. "Just something..." he scrolled down over his various playlists, "to give me confidence." His eyes lit up when he found his The Sound of Music playlist. "Perfect." Kurt set the music player's settings to 'karaoke' and began to sing.
"What will this day be like? I wonder
What will my future be? I wonder
It could be so exciting to be out in the world, to be free
My heart should be wildly rejoicing -" Kurt opened the door and got out of the car, leaning against the side of it.
"Oh, what's the matter with me?
"I've always longed for adventure
To do the things I've never dared
Now here I'm facing adventure," he looked at the front door of the house,
"Then why am I so scared?
"My boyfriend's mom and dad...
What's so fearsome about that?" Kurt changed the lyrics to fit his situation, rolling his eyes at his own irrational fears.
"Oh, I must stop these doubts, all these worries
If I don't I just know I'll turn back
I must dream of the things I am seeking...
I am seeking the courage I lack.
"The courage to serve them with reliance
Face my mistakes without defiance
Show them I'm worthy
And while I show them
I'll show me!" Kurt stood up straight, pushing off of the side of his car. He locked it and stepped onto the path leading up to the house.
"So, let them bring on all their problems
I'll do better than my best!
I have confidence they'll put me to the test
But I'll make them see I have confidence in me.
"Somehow I will impress them
I will be firm but kind
And his parents (I bet Dave loves them)
They will look up to me! And mind me!
With each step I am more certain
Everything will turn out fine
I have confidence, the world can all be mine!
They'll have to agree I have confidence in me.
"I have confidence in sunshine
I have confidence in rain
I have confidence that spring will come again
Besides which you see I have confidence in me!"
Dave opened the front door then. He spotted Kurt on the path, already halfway up to the house, and smiled. He held out his hand, and Kurt took one final deep breath. He sang the last lines, running the final steps to the doorway.
"I have confidence in confidence alone...
Besides which you see I have confidence ... in ... me!"
Hand-in-hand with Dave, Kurt stepped into the house to meet Mr. and Mrs. Karofsky.
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Disclaimer: 'I Have Confidence' is © of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein from the movie The Sound of Music.
I wonder if Chris Colfer is still campaigning for Julie Andrews as his grandmother :D I would totally kill to see that.
Pairing/Character(s): Kurt Hummel/Dave Karofsky; New Directions + teachers, parents, Blaine + Warblers, etc.
Rating: NC17!
Spoilers: 2x06. Branches off into my own private AU from there on, so no Holly Holiday, no Kurt transferring to Dalton, no Lauren joining New Directions, no Superbowl Episode. But, various events from episodes 2x07-2x16 have and will make it into the fic, so be warned!
Disclaimer: Glee is © of Ryan Murphy and the actors.
Summary: sequel to 'Everything'. Kurt and Dave's relationship continues after receiving 'approval' from the Glee Club. But happily ever after certainly never stays that way, and they'll have to work through the everyday high-school drama in all its forms - together, or apart.
Previous: Chapter Four
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Chapter Five
Kurt woke up in his bed on Sunday morning with no recollection of how he'd gotten there, nor of how the movie 'Kick-Ass' ended. He blinked up at his ceiling for a minute, trying to figure out what had happened last night. He hadn't even said goodbye to Dave --
-- who was sleeping right beside him, his arms wrapped around Kurt in a loose, warm hug.
Huh?
Kurt glanced around his bedroom. He spotted his shirt and jeans draped over the back of his desk chair, and his cardigan hanging neatly on a hanger on the handle of his wardrobe. Upon closer inspection under the covers, he saw that he'd been sleeping in his briefs and undershirt. Dave, too, was down to boxers and a T-shirt, and Kurt looked around again and noticed another pair of jeans and a sweatshirt haphazardly thrown onto his desk chair. Dave must have decided to stay the night - not that Kurt was unhappy about it. He'd slept like a baby, and waking up with Dave's arms wrapped around him was delightful
He wondered what had woken him up. His internal clock told him that it was still early for Sunday - usually he slept until noon on the weekend. He found his phone blinking with an unread text message on the bedside table - Ah, that must be it.
He squirmed one hand out of Dave's arms and reached for his phone, tapping it open. The text was from Mercedes:
date w/ Anthony last night was AMAZING.
I really really like him. tell your boy Dave
thanks for this. I owe him a slushy.
Kurt laughed silently, careful not to wake Dave up. He sent Mercedes a congratulatory reply:
Glad you had a good time, boo. Tell me
all about it later. And please don't slushy
my boyfriend. I like him food-coloring free.
He set the phone to silent mode, knowing Mercedes would text back.
TO DRINK NOT TO THROW @ HIM LOL!
off to church now bb, ttyl!
Kurt set the phone down on the bedside table, then decided that he'd better get up to use the bathroom before something embarrassing happened. It took him a minute to get out of the bed, with Dave's arms wrapped around him like a giant teddy bear. Kurt grinned as he answered nature's call; he was never going to let Dave live that down. Then again, Dave might laugh at him for falling asleep while they were watching a movie, but he'd had an exciting day! His best friend had gone out on a first date and he'd had the responsibility of outfitting her and doing her hair and make-up. It was a wonder he'd even managed to sit through half the movie before all the excitement caught up with him!
Kurt chuckled to himself as he came back into the bedroom, sliding under the covers next to his boyfriend. Dave moaned lightly, and Kurt leaned in to kiss his forehead.
"Wake up, you big teddy bear."
"Mmmf."
"Dave..." Kurt stroked the back of Dave's neck, his fingers playing with the short curls there. "Daaaave..."
Dave merely cuddled in further, pulling Kurt close and tucking Kurt's head under his chin. Dave wrapped one of his legs around Kurt's, and Kurt felt something poke him in the thigh.
Oh! Kurt thought, grinning. Teddy bear's got a case of morning wood. This could be fun. Biting his lip, he brought a hand to Dave's shoulder and shook him gently. "Dave, baby, wake up."
"Wha..?" Dave's eyes blinked open groggily. "Kurt?"
"Good morning, Dave," Kurt said patiently.
"Mornin'. What're you -" Dave yawned widely. "Oh, right. I slept over."
"Yes, Dave, I can see that," Kurt replied, smiling. "And now we have ourselves a little morning problem..."
"Mmm, doesn't have to be a problem, babe..." one of Dave's hands left Kurt's back and burrowed between their bodies, slipping into the waistband of Kurt's briefs. "Hey, you're not... oh. I guess I'm the one with the problem, huh?" Dave thrust his hips against Kurt's thigh as though to demonstrate.
"Oh, that's okay," Kurt said, his breath hitching at the sensation of Dave's hand on his dick, "I'm developing a little problem of my own." Dave's hand moved, sliding under Kurt's waist and around to his backside; his other hand slid down Kurt's back to join the first, cupping his ass and pulling him close. They both moaned quietly as their hips met, erections rubbing through their underwear.
"Mmm, turn around, babe. I wanna try something." Dave didn't give Kurt much of a choice, rolling him onto his other side so that he was facing away from Dave. Kurt went willingly, only wishing that they'd taken their shirts off so he could feel Dave's chest pressing skin-on-skin against his back. Dave made up for that, though, by leaning in and kissing Kurt's neck, his hands busy sliding Kurt's briefs down his legs. He didn't bother taking them off completely, simply wrapping one hand around Kurt's cock and stroking up-down slowly.
"Ohhhhh," Kurt made that high-pitched, breathy sound that Dave liked so much, and he ran his tongue over Kurt's shoulder. His hips were pumping forward, rubbing his cloth-covered erection against Kurt's bare ass, and pushing Kurt's pelvis forward so that his dick slid into the tunnel made by Dave's hand. Kurt's hands were grasping at the edge of the blanket that was only half-covering them by that point, and he kept making those sounds that were driving Dave kind of crazy.
"Kurt, babe, you need to keep it down," he chuckled, twisting his hand like he did sometimes when he was on his own. That produced an even louder moan from Kurt, so Dave bit down on Kurt's shoulder in warning. "Kurt..."
"I - I can't help it," Kurt whined, bucking into Dave's hand and rubbing back against Dave's hard-on. "You try staying quiet when you're - ah! - when you're getting your first handjob..."
Dave groaned at that. The thought that he was the first person to touch Kurt this way - he had to clamp down on that thought before he finished it, or he'd surely come right then. "Okay, okay. C'mere, maybe this'll keep you quiet." He rose up on the elbow of his free arm and leaned over Kurt's shoulder to kiss him. Kurt tilted his head towards him, eyes closed and mouth open and panting. They kissed while Dave's hand kept its motions on Kurt's erection, his thumb swiping over the head.
Kurt gasped into Dave's mouth as he came, seeing stars explode behind his closed eyelids. Dave continued to stroke him until he had no more to give, his own hips stilling behind Kurt. His mouth moved down to Kurt's neck again as the shorter boy panted into the comforter, coming down from his orgasm.
"Dave?" he said, voice still breathy. "You didn't...?"
"Believe me, I almost did. You're fucking sexy, you know that?"
The complement made Kurt blush, but it also gave him the confidence he needed to make up his mind about what he wanted to do next. He took one last moment to enjoy Dave's hands and mouth on his skin before sitting up on the bed, stripping off his come-stained undershirt. He turned it inside out and wiped at the rest of the mess on his stomach and groin, then tugged his briefs off completely and turned to look at Dave.
Dave's hand was moving slowly inside his boxer shorts, trying to find the right rhythm that would keep him hard while Kurt decided what to do but wouldn't make him come yet. He'd been right at the edge when Kurt had lost it, teetering so close; but somehow he'd held back. The way Kurt was looking at him now, though... Dave had his doubts about whether he'd last long. He grinned up at Kurt. "So now what?"
"Now," Kurt said slowly, lying on his stomach and playing with the hem of Dave's T-shirt. "Now I want to try something, too. But first you have to tell me the absolute, honest to Gaga truth. Have you ever had sex with anyone besides Santana?"
"No," Dave said, his voice low and eager and laced with a hint of embarrassment that made Kurt believe him. He slid his hand down to the waistband of Dave's boxers, tugging them down to watch the way Dave's hand was stroking his cock.
"And did you use protection?"
"Yeah, of course," Dave said, beginning to writhe under Kurt's gaze. "Lopez knows her stuff. Ever since Quinn Fabray got knocked up, she won't let anyone get near her without breaking out the condoms."
"Mmm, good," Kurt said, reaching out one hand to move along with Dave's.
"Shirt, Kurt," Dave's hips jerked when Kurt's hand closed over his shaft. "Why're you asking all this stuff?"
"Because I want to give you a blowjob," Kurt whispered in Dave's ear, his breath warm and moist. "And I want to know if you have any condoms."
"Oh. Fuck, um. I, I've got one in my wallet." Dave made as though to get up, but Kurt stopped him with one hand on his chest, the other still stroking Dave's dick.
"Let me." He left Dave with one last squeeze of his hand and climbed out of the bed, hissing as his bare feet pattered over the cold floor. He retrieved Dave's wallet from the back pocket of his jeans where they sat on his desk chair. He flipped it open and rifled through the contents, laughing silently at the stub of a ticket from their first movie to together (Resident Evil: Afterlife). He found the crinkly foil packet and pulled it out, examining the expiration date printed on its bottom corner. Happy to discover that it was still good, he brought it back to the bed and slipped under the covers next to Dave's large frame.
"Find it?" Dave asked, slipping a hand around Kurt's back. Kurt shivered, enjoying the warmth of the bedcovers and of his boyfriend's skin. Dave had taken his T-shirt off while Kurt had found the condom, and now lay entirely naked under the blankets.
"Yeah," Kurt said, holding it up for Dave to see. "It's even flavored."
"Really?" Dave had the decency to blush. "I didn't know. Seriously!" he insisted when Kurt raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. "I've never even taken it out of my wallet. Santana gave it to me that first time after we had sex last year. I sort of never thought I'd have sex again, since that was just around the time I started getting obsessed with you..."
"Aww, Dave," Kurt grinned, leaning in to kiss the other boy. Dave moaned and cupped the back of Kurt's head, deepening the kiss, making it something warm and sensual. Kurt made his approval known by wrapping one hand around Dave's cock again and sliding his tongue into Dave's mouth. He toyed with Dave's tongue, drawing it into his own mouth and sucking on it in imitation of what he planned on doing with Dave's dick later. His fingers squeezed again and Dave broke the kiss, panting heavily.
"Are you really gonna blow me?" he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual.
"Unless you have any objections." Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Fuck no," Dave said quickly. "I just... have you ever...?"
"No," Kurt said with a casualness he didn't quite feel. "But I've watched a lot of porn." He began to kiss his way down Dave's neck and chest, keeping his hand moving slowly on Dave's dick. He idled at Dave's navel, poking his tongue into it and grinning when Dave's stomach muscles jumped. He slid down Dave's legs, his free hand running up one of Dave's inner thighs.
Finally face-to-face with Dave's arousal, Kurt was grateful for the relative dimness of the bedroom, so that Dave couldn't see Kurt's bright red cheeks or be self-conscious about his body. In fact it was Kurt who was embarrassed; seeing his boyfriend's erection fully for the first time, he was a bit stumped. How on earth was he supposed to fit that into his mouth? It was huge.
Kurt mentally squared his shoulders and tossed his head. He'd said he'd do it, and he wasn't going to back down now. Groping for the condom packet, he carefully opened it and rolled the latex sheath down over Dave's dick. Dave moaned at the touch, his hands going to Kurt's head and moving through his hair. Kurt spent a single second thinking that it was a good idea to be doing this before getting dressed and styling his hair; he already knew Dave was a bit of a hair-puller.
Then he stopped thinking and simply acted, taking the head of Dave's cock into his mouth and sucking gently. Dave's hips bucked up, inadvertently shoving more of his length into Kurt's mouth; Kurt gagged for a second before he found the hilarity of the moment (it helped that the condom was cherry-flavored) and put both his hands on Dave's hips, shoving them down hard. Dave's fingers petted his cheek in apology.
"Sorry, sorry," he gasped, and Kurt tried to smile around his mouthful, showing Dave he was all right before he returned his attention to the job at hand. More like, job at mouth, he thought to himself, wondering why he suddenly found the situation so amusing. Well, it's either laugh or cry. Hmm. I wonder if I can make Dave cry?
The thought made him chuckle a bit, and the vibrations of his throat seemed to go straight to Dave's cock, because his hips tried to buck again. Kurt curled his tongue around the thick shaft, trying to trace the vein on its underside just by touch. He bobbed his head up and down, taking as much as he could into his mouth; it proved to be just a little over half of Dave's length, so Kurt brought one of his hands down to massage the rest of it. Apparently he was doing quite well, since Dave's hands were in his hair again, moving through it as though afraid to grasp on.
Kurt doubled his efforts, wanting to see if he could get Dave to lose control. He moved his hand and his mouth in opposite directions, so that when he bobbed down again his fingers met his lips. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks and giving himself a mental pat on the back when Dave moaned loudly. He pinched his boyfriend's thigh, a wordless warning to keep quiet, then twisted his hand around the base of Dave's cock the way Dave had done to him earlier.
"Ohfuck," Dave was squirming now, his hands fisted in Kurt's hair and his thighs moving under Kurt's chest. Kurt tightened his hold on Dave's hips, sucking slowly up the length of his cock and focusing on the head for a few seconds before sinking down again. "Fuuuuck..." Dave's hands tightened in Kurt's hair. Kurt utilized his multitasking skills to keep up the blowjob, one hand still stroking the bottom half of Dave's cock, while he reached between his legs to grasp his own quickly-hardening dick with the other. Dave apparently saw what he was doing, or maybe he felt it, since Kurt was pretty much rubbing himself off on one of Dave's legs.
Either way, the fact that Kurt was jerking himself off while sucking Dave seemed to have quite an effect on the bigger boy: he bucked up hard, a low grunt that sounded suspiciously like Kurt's name escaping his lips as he came. Kurt didn't need much more than that; his teenage hormones made it easy to come again when his boyfriend tugged at his hair. Kurt wondered vaguely if he had a little sadomasochistic streak in him as he pulled his mouth off of Dave, flopping down onto the bed. He slid the condom off as well and tied it closed, setting it on the floor by the bed and making a mental note to throw it in the trash in the bathroom later.
Dave was panting, his forearm pressed over his eyes. "...fuck, Kurt." His other hand reached out for Kurt, pulling him close. He brought Kurt to lie half on his chest, leaning in to kiss him. It was a slow, sloppy kiss, sated and tasting of artificial cherries. "That was amazing," Dave whispered into Kurt's mouth. "You're amazing. Fuck. So hot..."
Kurt's phone vibrated over the bedside table at that moment, and the two boys broke apart. Kurt giggled. Dave looked at him strangely, but then a little smile worked its way over his lips. In a manner of seconds, they were both in the midst of a giggling fit so bad they had to muffle their mouths with their hands.
After a minute had passed and they'd calmed down, Kurt reached for his phone. It was a text message from Finn, who was probably upstairs in the living room watching TV, or hopefully in his own bedroom.
WARNING
mom & dad r on th way home
u 2 better not b fooling around!
"Oh, shit," Kurt said, still giggling. "Dave, my parents are coming home soon. They always have Sunday breakfast at this café - we've probably got about fifteen minutes. And I need a shower."
"Right, sure." Dave heaved himself into a seated position on the bed. "I think I'll be okay with like a washcloth or something. Shit knows you need that shower more than I do. And what about your bed, man?"
Kurt bit his lip. "Do me a favor and strip the sheets? I'll do the laundry later. Thanks." Kurt leaned up to kiss Dave quickly before he went into the shower. He came out with a hand-towel he'd half-soaked in warm water and held it out to Dave. "And Dave?"
"Hmm?" Dave looked up from where he'd been inspecting his boxers before stepping into them.
"Try to wipe the smirk off your face by the time my parents get here, okay?"
Dave laughed. "Okay."
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Kurt sped through his shower routine, trying very hard not to think of Dave getting dressed in his room. He exited the bathroom after getting dressed and was met with the sight of his thankfully fully-clothed boyfriend looking through his closet.
"What're you hoping to find in there, my vibrator?" Kurt joked. Dave turned around with a startled expression on his face. Then Kurt's words sank in and he snorted.
"Naw, babe, I was just looking for some sheets to put back on the bed." He gestured at the pile of bedding that he'd stripped from Kurt's bed. Glancing back at Kurt's wardrobe, he added, "And I seriously doubt you've got any sex toys hidden in there. Or is there something you'd like to tell me?" He came slowly towards Kurt, a predatory grin on his face.
"Is there something you two would like to tell me?" came Burt Hummel's voice from the top of the stairs.
"Um." Dave turned around quickly, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "No, Mr. Hummel."
"Good. I'd hate to think you boys have been up to anything." Burt gave Dave a stern look, which Dave began to fidget under. Kurt wondered if he should clue Dave in to the fact that his father was joking, but decided to let him experience Burt in overprotective mode for a little while longer.
But Burt cracked before long, smiling and saying, "Aw, I'm just messing with you, kid." He came down the steps to clap Dave on the shoulder. "I okayed you staying over last night so it's not as if I'm catching you down here without permission."
Dave visibly relaxed, wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulders when the shorter boy came up to his side. "Your dad's a pretty cool guy, Kurt."
"Don't I know it," Kurt said, smiling at his father. "Thank you, Dad."
Burt waved them off, already headed up the stairs. "I trust you, Kurt, and Dave's a good kid. I trust him, too. You boys will have to scrounge up some lunch for yourselves, though. Carole and I kind of overindulged at brunch today; I don't think we'll be up for anything like a proper meal until dinner."
"I could throw something together," Kurt offered, but Dave turned to him with a serious look on his face.
"Kurt, come over to my place for lunch."
Kurt blinked. "Really? With your parents and everything?"
"Yeah. I told them I was dating you a while ago, but I don't think they actually believed me. My dad probably remembers you from Figgins's office, but I'd like for you to meet my mom."
"Oh, Dave." Kurt took both of Dave's hands in his. "If you think you're ready - I would love to."
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"So just how much have you told your parents about us?" Kurt asked as they got into his car. He'd had to change his clothes of course; meeting his boyfriend's parents for the first (official) time required careful wardrobe planning. He didn't want to wear something too flamboyant and 'scare' them, but he also wanted to be presentable and well-dressed. He'd settled on a pair of fairly normal (read: boring) blue skinny jeans and a button-up shirt in a pretty green color that complemented his skin tone and his eyes. He'd skipped the tie, though he'd wanted to wear one; he felt that the more casual and 'straight' he looked, the better. Still, he couldn't bear to compromise his personal style too much, so he wore a black pageboy cap and his lace-up Dr. Martins to complete the look.
"Not a lot," Dave said. "Just that since I started driving you around after your arm broke, we'd started hanging out. And that hanging out had eventually turned into dating."
"And they took it well?"
"My dad didn't seem to mind. I think he was just glad I wasn't getting into trouble anymore. And my mom must have been glad my grades were back up. I don't think she really processed that I'd told her I was gay." Dave scratched his neck. "Or did I tell them I was bi? I can't remember."
Kurt chuckled. "I'm glad to hear you talking so casually about this. And I'm glad you've invited me to meet them."
"I figured it was time. I mean, I've been out at school for an entire week now, even longer with the hockey team, and even longer than that with the Glee Club. No-one's given me much trouble -"
"Except for Rachel, at the start," Kurt put in. "And Azimio, earlier this week."
"Pfft. Fuck Azimio," Dave snorted. "Some best friend he turned out to be. But I get that the Glee Club was against me. I was awful to them. The rest of the school... probably doesn't care so much about me as I used to think. I'm just another jock." Dave shrugged.
"Oh, I forgot!" Kurt said suddenly. "Mercedes texted me this morning. She said she had a really good time on her date with Anthony. Your match worked."
Dave laughed. "Cool. Do you want me to, like, get the info out of Rashad at school tomorrow?"
"I don't know, why don't we let Mercedes decide that? So far she's said she'd like to buy you a slushy for suggesting him, but let's not meddle any more or you'll end up wearing crushed ice and red dye number seven."
"Yikes. Remind me never to get on that chick's bad side."
"She can be scary," Kurt agreed, as they pulled up next to the Karofsky residence. Suddenly he was nervous. "Do you want to maybe... go in and prepare them for it?" he suggested.
"No, I've already -" Dave took a closer look at Kurt's face and realized that Kurt needed the time for himself and not for his parents' benefit. "Sure, good idea. Wait here, I'll go talk to them. Should be about five minutes."
"Okay." Dave gave his hand a squeeze and got out of the car. Kurt killed the engine and followed him with his eyes as Dave opened the front door and disappeared inside. He didn't know why he was suddenly nervous. They were just parents. Kurt had come out to his own father, and to his close friends, and to the entire school. He'd managed to perform musical numbers in front of the entire school, and at three competitions for heaven's sake!
Maybe that was what he needed to do. Perform. But no, he'd actually toned himself down for this meeting with Dave's parents. He had to be himself, not put on a show.
"Maybe a little show for myself, then," Kurt said softly, pulling out his iPhone from his bag. "Just something..." he scrolled down over his various playlists, "to give me confidence." His eyes lit up when he found his The Sound of Music playlist. "Perfect." Kurt set the music player's settings to 'karaoke' and began to sing.
"What will this day be like? I wonder
What will my future be? I wonder
It could be so exciting to be out in the world, to be free
My heart should be wildly rejoicing -" Kurt opened the door and got out of the car, leaning against the side of it.
"Oh, what's the matter with me?
"I've always longed for adventure
To do the things I've never dared
Now here I'm facing adventure," he looked at the front door of the house,
"Then why am I so scared?
"My boyfriend's mom and dad...
What's so fearsome about that?" Kurt changed the lyrics to fit his situation, rolling his eyes at his own irrational fears.
"Oh, I must stop these doubts, all these worries
If I don't I just know I'll turn back
I must dream of the things I am seeking...
I am seeking the courage I lack.
"The courage to serve them with reliance
Face my mistakes without defiance
Show them I'm worthy
And while I show them
I'll show me!" Kurt stood up straight, pushing off of the side of his car. He locked it and stepped onto the path leading up to the house.
"So, let them bring on all their problems
I'll do better than my best!
I have confidence they'll put me to the test
But I'll make them see I have confidence in me.
"Somehow I will impress them
I will be firm but kind
And his parents (I bet Dave loves them)
They will look up to me! And mind me!
With each step I am more certain
Everything will turn out fine
I have confidence, the world can all be mine!
They'll have to agree I have confidence in me.
"I have confidence in sunshine
I have confidence in rain
I have confidence that spring will come again
Besides which you see I have confidence in me!"
Dave opened the front door then. He spotted Kurt on the path, already halfway up to the house, and smiled. He held out his hand, and Kurt took one final deep breath. He sang the last lines, running the final steps to the doorway.
"I have confidence in confidence alone...
Besides which you see I have confidence ... in ... me!"
Hand-in-hand with Dave, Kurt stepped into the house to meet Mr. and Mrs. Karofsky.
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Disclaimer: 'I Have Confidence' is © of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein from the movie The Sound of Music.
Click to viewI wonder if Chris Colfer is still campaigning for Julie Andrews as his grandmother :D I would totally kill to see that.