Fic: David Karofsky's "Sing-A-Long Blog" - 11/?
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Auditorium
“So, how’s it coming with Cornell?” asked Kurt as they sat down to take a break from dancing.
Dave shrugged, “I’m apparently not a very diverse person,” he said.
Dave suspected that he was good enough with the dance routines that Mike was ditching the practices to make out with Tina. But he liked the dance practices with just him and Kurt, and not only for the obvious reasons. Mainly it was because they actually talked, and Kurt didn’t sound like an idiot half the time (even though Dave knew that Az was like that on purpose just to be funny) and he gave decent feedback.
Kurt chuckled, inadvertently causing Dave to smile. “You’re plenty diverse. You just have to figure out how to show them. Besides, I have a feeling Rachel is the only other student more diverse than you, but with her it just looks like she’s trying too hard.”
“If I could only be half as good as her I could get in anywhere,” Dave mumbled under his own chuckle. He would never admit it out loud, but he did want to sing. Maybe not be in a whole lot of musicals, but singing was fun, and he’d love to be better.
Kurt pretended not to have heard Dave’s comment. “I’m sure I’ll get turned down from plenty of schools. I’ve finished half of my applications, I still feel a little inadequate.”
That got a surprised laugh out of Dave. “You? Inadequate?”
“Well, I know you can do a lot of other things than blowing up my ego.”
“If you say ‘like me’ I’m so telling Blaine.” Not really, but Dave couldn’t stop the downwards direction his mind tended to take when he heard Kurt say ‘blowing’ and ‘my’ in the same sentence.
“Um, no. I was going to stop there.”
The color of Kurt’s face was… delicious, but Dave dropped it seeing as how he wasn’t Kurt’s boyfriend. “Sorry.”
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“Here’s a Story”
“That’s okay,” said Kurt, smiling a bit wider. “Wanna block for my song? Since we have a bit of extra time and I’m sure you’d rather do that than dance more.”
Dave nodded, “That would be awesome.”
Grinning, Kurt rested his hand on Dave’s knee and stood up, pulling over the correct props while Dave stretched a bit before joining him.
“Here’s a story of a boy
Who grew up lost and lonely
Thinking love was fairy tale
And trouble was made only for me”
Dave had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning, trying his best to get in character. It was like the song was written for Kurt. He tilted his head, leaning in a little closer.
“Even in the darkness every color can be found
And every day of rain brings water flowing to
Things growing in the ground”
As Kurt began to move away, as per discussed blocking, Dave couldn’t help but watch and wonder if the boy wasn’t really in character either.
“Grief replaced with pity
For a city barely coping
Dreams are easy to achieve if hope is all I’m hoping to be”
Dave shifted, standing to move over to Kurt, opening his mouth to interrupt and offer a conversation. But Kurt seemed to recover quickly and continued anyways.
“Any time you’re hurt
There’s one who has it worse around
And every drop of rain will keep you growing
Seeds you’re sowing in the ground”
Dave felt Kurt’s hand on his knee, and he gasped quietly. He was pretty sure they had discussed a simple, short, brush of fingertips (Blaine had been annoyingly adamant), but this was full hand-to-knee contact. Dave stared, on the verge of panic.
“So keep your head
Billy buddy”
Dave closed his eyes. Kurt was definitely holding his chin up. Again, just like the blocking, but more… firmly, more purposeful. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to break the moment. A moment which he knew existed because he was pretty sure he felt breath on his lips that wasn’t his own. Which meant Kurt was about to kiss him.
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“Um, Blaine will be here soon.”
Dave nearly fell off the chairs they were using as a bench when he heard Kurt speak. “Um, right,” he mumbled, balancing himself and leaning back. “How’s it feel to be dating an ogre?”
“He’s not…” Kurt sighed, though Dave was pretty sure he saw a slight grin trying to free itself. “He’s a nice guy, David. I think you should give him a chance. Would you like to come out with us tonight?”
Dave’s eyes went wide. “Um, you know what, I think my mom’s calling. I’m pretty sure she wanted me to cook dinner.” Dave stood, heading towards the nearest exit.
“What about your stuff, David?” Kurt called after him.
Dave glared at the ceiling, a whimper escaping his throat. He spun around, jumped off the stage and grabbed his bags. He moved to head out or the auditorium doors and nearly had the wind knocked out of him by what he was pretty sure was Blaine’s head. “Oof!”
“Excuse me,” said Blaine, surprisingly polite.
“’scuse me,” Dave mumbled, trying to find a way out but was suddenly surrounded but the two other boys.
“Blaine, you’re here,” came Kurt’s voice from behind Dave.
“So you two are finished then? All your limbs still intact, Kurt?” Blaine definitely smirked.
And it was definitely annoying.
Dave glared. “I’m not as bad as Finn, Anderson.”
“Oh no, I’m sure you can manage to see where Kurt is so you don’t fall on him.”
The only thing that kept Dave from jumping the hobbit was Kurt’s hand on his elbow as he stepped around the bigger boy. That didn’t mean Dave didn’t growl though.
Blaine seemed un-phased by all of this and smiled brightly at Kurt. “Who wants to know what the underground poll results are? A certain gay boy is in first place in the student elections.”
“Oh Gaga!” sighed Kurt, smiling wide.
“Yep. Apparently the thing that put you ahead was me as your boyfriend. Well, running mate. Your treasurer.”
“I… I can’t believe it!”
“Congratulations, Kurt,” grinned Dave, feeling truly happy for Kurt.
“Thank you. Thank you!” Kurt jumped up and down, bubbling over with excitement and kissed Blaine on the cheek. Dave didn’t miss the smirk the shorter boy threw in his direction.
“I have to tell my dad,” said Kurt, turning away to find his phone.
Dave waited until Kurt was out of earshot before moving to leave. Unfortunately, Blaine stopped him.
“You like him, don’t you?” Blaine said, voice low so Kurt wouldn’t hear.
Dave refused to rise to the bait, trying to leave. Blaine wouldn’t let him.
“Well, get over it. Because Kurt is mine. You see, I’m taking him to Scandals tonight. Show him a ‘gay’ night on the town. You think he’s happy with me now? I’m going to give him the night of his life. Just because you want him, and I get what I want.”
Dave growled and shifted, trying to get past, but he couldn’t move Blaine without Kurt noticing.
“See, Kurt’s giving it up. He’s giving it up hard, cause he’s with Blaine Anderson. And I’ve got the goods.”
Dave rolled his eyes. Seriously? Dave wasn’t sure if the ogre was talking about his money or his junk. Either would make sense if he wanted to come across as a total douche.
He could hear Kurt finishing with his call and finally managed to maneuver passed Blaine. “Fuck off,” he mumbled, escaping to freedom.
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