Fourth installment
Title: Ambrosia
Chapter: 4/?
Fandoms: Glee and Percy Jackson and the Olympians fusion
Author: setos_puppy
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Dave/Blaine
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt starts at his new high school and makes new friends and learns about himself along the way
Warnings: alternate universe, copious usage of Greek mythology, hints of incest (this is greek mythology after all), demi-gods, underage drinking, angsty frosting
Notes: Written because I decided to watch the not so awesome Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief while in a writing slump and got bitch-slapped with this idea. Thank you to yakkorat_fics and poetic_kitsune for putting up with my relentless spamming, flailing and questions.
Previous Chapters: I, II, III
Kurt rolled over in bed and pulled the pillows and blankets over his head. “I should just become a hermit. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Kurt,” Mercedes started, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling the covers down off his head, “you just inherited your powers. I don’t think everyone’s going to expect perfect control from you right away. So you let loose and turned Blaine on? How do you know that wasn’t just you and not your power?”
“I...” Kurt closed his mouth as a blush coloured his cheeks and he pulled the covers back over his head. “He told me to stop and I felt something... Like... I dunno.”
Mercedes sighed and pulled the covers back down, patting Kurt’s cheek and stretching out on the bed beside him. “Did you have fun, at least?”
Kurt nodded, rolling onto his side to face her with a smile. “Yeah, it was nice. We talked and he bought me a drink and it was nice.”
“I’m glad. You’re going to be careful, though, right?”
“Mercedes, it was one not-really-a-date, I think I’m fine for now. I’ll keep you posted for status updates.”
Mercedes smiled and stood from the bed, glad to have cheered Kurt up. “Good, you had better.”
“Wait,” Kurt mumbled, grabbing at her wrists. “If I can make one person that unhinged without even trying what happens if I... you know?”
Mercedes turned, slipping her wrist from Kurt’s fingers. “If you what?”
Kurt groaned, sitting up a little in bed. “If I masturbate. I mean, I’m a sixteen year old boy, I’m not a saint and... What if I... and then when I... would other people sense it? Would it make other people... y’know?”
Mercedes chuckled, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I don’t know, but trust me Kurt, there are some people in this house who could use a good wank. I say go for it and see what happens.”
Kurt gave a choked noise and flopped back on the bed, rolling over and burying his face in the pillows. “I hate my life.”
~*~
About two hours later, still moping slightly, Kurt sat in the kitchen, hunched over a bowl of oatmeal with banana and strawberry and a glass of orange juice. He had felt a little less miserable after freshening up and changing from pyjamas into a pair of well fitting pants and a designer hoodie, but his mind was still racing a mile a minute.
“Mind if I join you?”
Kurt looked up from his bowl towards a boy he hadn’t met yet. He seemed a little older, and actually wearing a Lacoste shirt and slacks. He was holding a bowl with yogurt and fruit and some toast. Kurt straightened a little, interested. The boy was polished in a way that would have been infuriating if he didn’t pull it off so well. On top off his designer shirt, the boy also had a few pieces of tasteful, and expensive, jewelry; namely a Rolex watch.
“It’s a democracy,” Kurt replied, taking a long sip of his orange juice.
The boy’s mouth quirked into a smile as he slid into a chair across from Kurt. “Funny, a Greek politics joke.”
Kurt gave a wan smile and pushed his oatmeal around before taking a bite. “I haven’t seen you around. Are you in higher classes?”
“Yeah, university level. I’m turning nineteen soon.”
Kurt nodded, picking at his rye toast and taking a bite, watching the boy. “Oh, where are my manners?” Kurt wiped his fingers on a napkin and offered his hand. “Kurt Hummel.”
The boy smiled around his spoon and slid it from his mouth slowly, swallowing. “I know who you are. You’re the new thing, around here, aren’t you? Mr. Popular.”
Kurt rose a brow, dropping his hand. Bitch. He turned his attention back to his late breakfast, figuring that if he ignored the boy maybe he would go away.
“I’m Jesse St. James,” the boy - Jesse - introduced after crunching on some toast. His voice was proud, slightly bratty and Kurt was wondering who the hell he was dealing with.
“Oh.” It was all Kurt said. He didn’t recognize the name, but then again, he had only been on the property for four and a half days.
A thick silence descended over them as they ate, not really making eye contact and definitely avoiding conversation. Kurt was weighing the pros and cons of stabbing himself in the eye with a fork to get away from the whole situation.
“You know...” Jesse ventured, his voice calm, but spoken in a way that was meant to pique curiosity. “I bet you can’t guess who my dad is.”
Kurt lifted his head, looking at the other boy, musing. Jesse certainly had the attitude of one of the Zeus children, but also seemed to lack the disposition to play well with others. He didn’t seem like the playful trickster type, so that definitely rule out Hermes. Jesse definitely didn’t have the quiet balance that Dave seemed to have, so Kurt was pretty sure it wasn’t Apollo. In fact, if Kurt had to guess, Jesse almost came across in some ways like Blaine - self-assured and blunt.
“Dionysus?”
Jesse snorted, waving his hand that was clasped to his orange juice, almost sloshing it out of the glass and onto the table. “No. Try again.”
Kurt shrugged, taking another bite of his toast. “I don’t know, why don’t you just tell me.”
Jesse made a come hither motion, leaning against the island as Kurt leaned forward, feeling conspiratorial. Jesse lowered his voice to a whisper, a smile on his face. “Hades.”
Kurt sat back, looking at Jesse in shock. “Really?”
“Yup! I can do all kinds of neat stuff and I have a boat load of money.”
Kurt frowned, it figured that Jesse was a spoiled brat. Kurt lurched and jumped in his chair at a hand on his shoulder and looked towards the person who had startled him. “David! Hi.”
“Hey, heard you had a crazy night last night.”
Kurt rose a shoulder in a shrug, finishing his breakfast and moving to the sink to wash his dishes, Dave following him. “It wasn’t all that crazy. One drink. One dance.”
“So... It was a date?”
Kurt rinsed his dishes and set them aside to dry, taking a piece of his uneaten toast, Kurt strode towards the open hearth and tossed it into the flame. There was a flare of the smell of burning toast, but it wafted away quickly. Stooping down, Kurt picked up a piece of dry wood and tossed the log into the flame. He stoked the flames, turning over smoldering logs to feed air to the coals as he wordlessly thanked Hestia for his meal.
“No, it wasn’t a date.” Kurt finally answered after he was finished and turned to Dave. “He offered to buy me a drink for my birthday, I let him. That’s all.”
Dave nodded his head, chewing on his thumbnail as he shifted anxiously. “Are you busy today?”
“I was planning on reading and watching old episodes of Queer as Folk, why?”
“I haven’t been off the property in a while and I thought maybe you’d like to come with. We could do whatever.”
Kurt turned to fully face Dave, crossing his arms, his expression curious while also being serious. “Are you jealous of Blaine?”
“What? No. I mean...” Dave shrugged. “You’re awesome. I just thought you’d like a no pressure day out, that’s all. If not it’s cool, I’ll ask Sam and Quinn or Artie.”
Kurt rested a hip against the counter and looked over Dave’s shoulder to see if Jesse was still in the kitchen. For all he knew, the son of Hades was a gossip too. He nodded slowly and looked to Dave. “Alright, but this is not a date. Alright? Am I making myself clear?”
“Not a date. Got it.”
“Alright. Give me twenty minutes, I’ll meet you by the music room.”
Dave nodded. “Twenty minutes.” He watched Kurt retreat from the kitchen with a smile.
~*~
A gentle snow was falling as Dave and Kurt headed out of the house, intent on taking the bus to the local shopping centre for some Christmas gift ideas, likely a movie, food and then getting back with time to finish their respective homework assignments and turn in for bed. Dave tipped his head up at the bus stop as they waited for the bus, his eyes closed, feeling the soft, sporadic flakes brush down onto his face and melt.
“It’s late for first snow,” Kurt murmured, catching a few flakes on his gloves before blowing them off.
“I love the snow, what about you?”
“It’s nice. I like the way things look when snow first falls, but I hate the cold.”
Dave nodded, climbing on the bus and paying for a one day pass and pocketed it, waiting for Kurt before they made their way down the aisle of the mostly empty bus before sliding into a bench seat. Dave looked out the window, leaning his head against the glass. “It seems Persephone has descended into the Underworld and Demeter has begun her search.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you, how much of the mythology is true?”
Dave looked away from the window and looked down at Kurt, who was playing with his fringe. “What do you mean by true?”
“Well, clearly the deities exist because we’re here and there’s something... supernatural... but what else?”
“Well,” Dave started, digging through his pockets and pulled out a pack of gum, popping a stick in his mouth and offering one to Kurt. “Can you be specific? You can ask questions and I’ll do my best to answer them.”
“Okay.” Kurt drummed his hands on the back of the seat in front of them. “Is Olympus, not the mountain, but the spiritual dwelling real?”
“Yes. We’re not really allowed there, but there are certain circumstances when we’re allowed - a favour from one of the Pantheon, we achieve Godhood, our parents bring us. It’s hard to get into from what I understand.”
“And Hades?”
“The place, right? Not the God? It’s real too. Jesse’s been there, three times I think. He’s one of the few kids who regularly sees his parent, Blaine’s pretty close with his dad, too. His mom died in childbirth so Dionysus had some maenads raise Blaine and visited often. Then again, Dionysus never was one to follow the rules, and since Hades isn’t on Olympus, I guess Zeus lets him get away with more. Tartarus and Elysium are real too.”
Kurt nodded and tipped his head back to think of more questions. “What about Troy? Did that really happen?”
“Parts of it. Yes.”
Kurt blew a bubble with his gum and cracked it. “Medusa?”
“Medusa is... complicated. All gorgons are, yes they exist, and yes Medusa can turn people to stone, but...” Dave paused, thinking about it for a long moment. “Okay, you know the story, she bragged about being beautiful and all that - complete shit. She’s like... It’s like a werewolf, that she’s got this thing inside of her but most of the time she looks and acts like a normal person, unless she gets mad or she’s provoked. As far as I know she’s a nurse somewhere in France.”
“Huh. What about Pegasi?”
“We have five that stay on the property in summer. They’re beautiful.”
Kurt smiled a little at that, standing when the bus reached their stop and following Dave off the bus and through the parking lot towards the mall. “What about other religions? Are the other gods from other religions real too?”
Dave shrugged, turning and walking backwards as he faced Kurt to speak. “No clue. It’s entirely possible, I guess. I’ve never even thought about it.”
Kurt nodded, jogging a little to catch up. “I guess faith plays a big part, huh?”
Dave grinned, looping his arm around Kurt’s shoulder. “I guess so.”
~*~
The movie, dinner and window shopping had been fun. Kurt was glad to get out of the school for a while and take his mind off of things. Dave was easy to be around, and so easy to talk to. Kurt didn’t want to admit it aloud, but with everything, Kurt was kind of mad it was a not-date. Now they were walking up to the fourth floor to play some video games for a little while, since it was earlier than expected.
“You’re so lucky to have a room to yourself,” Kurt muttered, stepping into the room and taking off his coat.
“I guess. I’ll be back, I’m just going to change.”
Kurt nodded and took off his snow caked shoes, leaving them by the heater and sat in one of the comfortable chairs and propped his feet up on the foot rest. Dave’s room wasn’t that big, no bigger than a average bachelor apartment; enough room for two chairs, a TV, a computer desk and his bed and two night tables. Yet Dave had made it seem homey. The walls were plastered with posters of various bands and sports teams, as well as art (Dave had a thing for Van Gogh and MC Escher).
Spinning boredly in the chair, Kurt paused when he noticed an open sketch pad. Curious, Kurt picked it up and glanced down at the cursory sketch on the page - a panther. Humming softly, Kurt flicked through a few pages, noting the same face over and over he stopped on a fully finished rendition of the face and ran his thumbs down the sides of the page.
The figure - the youthful face - seemed to jump right off the page. It was obvious, at least to Kurt, that the person in the picture was male, despite having a slightly effeminate face. His face was framed by soft, loose curled hair that was held back from falling in his eyes with a thin band. His eyes were wide and soft, ageless and endlessly wise. He had full lips that were curved into an enigmatic smile and a long, well sculpted nose.
Kurt looked over as Dave walked out of the bathroom, changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, patting his face dry with a towel. “Is this your dad?” Kurt asked, angling the sketch pad towards Dave.
“Yeah,” Dave replied, dropping into the chair next to Kurt and tilting his head to the side. “Even if we look nothing alike.”
Kurt looked up from the sketch, shocked. “You have his eyes, and his nose. What are you talking about?”
Dave rose a shoulder in a shrug and took hold of the sketch pad, lightly tugging it out of Kurt’s hands and flipping the pad closed. “My father is beautiful. I’m not.”
Kurt shifted in his chair, turning it to face Dave’s chair as he rose his hands to cup Dave’s face with his hands. “You’re handsome, Dave. Very handsome. When you smile... And you’re kind, you don’t need to look like your father to impress people, you do it just fine on your own. Besides, you have muscles under that shirt, I’m willing to bet and I like a guy with muscles.”
“Really? I mean, about the.. everything?”
Kurt nodded, letting his hands his hands drop from Dave’s face with a smile. “Now,” he said, getting up from his chair and picking up the two wii wheels before turning on Dave’s wii, “I can kick your ass without feeling guilty.”
“Oh, I see how it is,” Dave replied, smiling as he took his wii wheel. “Well, you’re wrong, prepare to lose.”
Kurt grinned and dropped down into his chair, letting Dave pick his player before picking his own and settling back in the chair.
~~ PART FIVE~~
Chapter: 4/?
Fandoms: Glee and Percy Jackson and the Olympians fusion
Author: setos_puppy
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Dave/Blaine
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt starts at his new high school and makes new friends and learns about himself along the way
Warnings: alternate universe, copious usage of Greek mythology, hints of incest (this is greek mythology after all), demi-gods, underage drinking, angsty frosting
Notes: Written because I decided to watch the not so awesome Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief while in a writing slump and got bitch-slapped with this idea. Thank you to yakkorat_fics and poetic_kitsune for putting up with my relentless spamming, flailing and questions.
Previous Chapters: I, II, III
Kurt rolled over in bed and pulled the pillows and blankets over his head. “I should just become a hermit. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Kurt,” Mercedes started, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling the covers down off his head, “you just inherited your powers. I don’t think everyone’s going to expect perfect control from you right away. So you let loose and turned Blaine on? How do you know that wasn’t just you and not your power?”
“I...” Kurt closed his mouth as a blush coloured his cheeks and he pulled the covers back over his head. “He told me to stop and I felt something... Like... I dunno.”
Mercedes sighed and pulled the covers back down, patting Kurt’s cheek and stretching out on the bed beside him. “Did you have fun, at least?”
Kurt nodded, rolling onto his side to face her with a smile. “Yeah, it was nice. We talked and he bought me a drink and it was nice.”
“I’m glad. You’re going to be careful, though, right?”
“Mercedes, it was one not-really-a-date, I think I’m fine for now. I’ll keep you posted for status updates.”
Mercedes smiled and stood from the bed, glad to have cheered Kurt up. “Good, you had better.”
“Wait,” Kurt mumbled, grabbing at her wrists. “If I can make one person that unhinged without even trying what happens if I... you know?”
Mercedes turned, slipping her wrist from Kurt’s fingers. “If you what?”
Kurt groaned, sitting up a little in bed. “If I masturbate. I mean, I’m a sixteen year old boy, I’m not a saint and... What if I... and then when I... would other people sense it? Would it make other people... y’know?”
Mercedes chuckled, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I don’t know, but trust me Kurt, there are some people in this house who could use a good wank. I say go for it and see what happens.”
Kurt gave a choked noise and flopped back on the bed, rolling over and burying his face in the pillows. “I hate my life.”
~*~
About two hours later, still moping slightly, Kurt sat in the kitchen, hunched over a bowl of oatmeal with banana and strawberry and a glass of orange juice. He had felt a little less miserable after freshening up and changing from pyjamas into a pair of well fitting pants and a designer hoodie, but his mind was still racing a mile a minute.
“Mind if I join you?”
Kurt looked up from his bowl towards a boy he hadn’t met yet. He seemed a little older, and actually wearing a Lacoste shirt and slacks. He was holding a bowl with yogurt and fruit and some toast. Kurt straightened a little, interested. The boy was polished in a way that would have been infuriating if he didn’t pull it off so well. On top off his designer shirt, the boy also had a few pieces of tasteful, and expensive, jewelry; namely a Rolex watch.
“It’s a democracy,” Kurt replied, taking a long sip of his orange juice.
The boy’s mouth quirked into a smile as he slid into a chair across from Kurt. “Funny, a Greek politics joke.”
Kurt gave a wan smile and pushed his oatmeal around before taking a bite. “I haven’t seen you around. Are you in higher classes?”
“Yeah, university level. I’m turning nineteen soon.”
Kurt nodded, picking at his rye toast and taking a bite, watching the boy. “Oh, where are my manners?” Kurt wiped his fingers on a napkin and offered his hand. “Kurt Hummel.”
The boy smiled around his spoon and slid it from his mouth slowly, swallowing. “I know who you are. You’re the new thing, around here, aren’t you? Mr. Popular.”
Kurt rose a brow, dropping his hand. Bitch. He turned his attention back to his late breakfast, figuring that if he ignored the boy maybe he would go away.
“I’m Jesse St. James,” the boy - Jesse - introduced after crunching on some toast. His voice was proud, slightly bratty and Kurt was wondering who the hell he was dealing with.
“Oh.” It was all Kurt said. He didn’t recognize the name, but then again, he had only been on the property for four and a half days.
A thick silence descended over them as they ate, not really making eye contact and definitely avoiding conversation. Kurt was weighing the pros and cons of stabbing himself in the eye with a fork to get away from the whole situation.
“You know...” Jesse ventured, his voice calm, but spoken in a way that was meant to pique curiosity. “I bet you can’t guess who my dad is.”
Kurt lifted his head, looking at the other boy, musing. Jesse certainly had the attitude of one of the Zeus children, but also seemed to lack the disposition to play well with others. He didn’t seem like the playful trickster type, so that definitely rule out Hermes. Jesse definitely didn’t have the quiet balance that Dave seemed to have, so Kurt was pretty sure it wasn’t Apollo. In fact, if Kurt had to guess, Jesse almost came across in some ways like Blaine - self-assured and blunt.
“Dionysus?”
Jesse snorted, waving his hand that was clasped to his orange juice, almost sloshing it out of the glass and onto the table. “No. Try again.”
Kurt shrugged, taking another bite of his toast. “I don’t know, why don’t you just tell me.”
Jesse made a come hither motion, leaning against the island as Kurt leaned forward, feeling conspiratorial. Jesse lowered his voice to a whisper, a smile on his face. “Hades.”
Kurt sat back, looking at Jesse in shock. “Really?”
“Yup! I can do all kinds of neat stuff and I have a boat load of money.”
Kurt frowned, it figured that Jesse was a spoiled brat. Kurt lurched and jumped in his chair at a hand on his shoulder and looked towards the person who had startled him. “David! Hi.”
“Hey, heard you had a crazy night last night.”
Kurt rose a shoulder in a shrug, finishing his breakfast and moving to the sink to wash his dishes, Dave following him. “It wasn’t all that crazy. One drink. One dance.”
“So... It was a date?”
Kurt rinsed his dishes and set them aside to dry, taking a piece of his uneaten toast, Kurt strode towards the open hearth and tossed it into the flame. There was a flare of the smell of burning toast, but it wafted away quickly. Stooping down, Kurt picked up a piece of dry wood and tossed the log into the flame. He stoked the flames, turning over smoldering logs to feed air to the coals as he wordlessly thanked Hestia for his meal.
“No, it wasn’t a date.” Kurt finally answered after he was finished and turned to Dave. “He offered to buy me a drink for my birthday, I let him. That’s all.”
Dave nodded his head, chewing on his thumbnail as he shifted anxiously. “Are you busy today?”
“I was planning on reading and watching old episodes of Queer as Folk, why?”
“I haven’t been off the property in a while and I thought maybe you’d like to come with. We could do whatever.”
Kurt turned to fully face Dave, crossing his arms, his expression curious while also being serious. “Are you jealous of Blaine?”
“What? No. I mean...” Dave shrugged. “You’re awesome. I just thought you’d like a no pressure day out, that’s all. If not it’s cool, I’ll ask Sam and Quinn or Artie.”
Kurt rested a hip against the counter and looked over Dave’s shoulder to see if Jesse was still in the kitchen. For all he knew, the son of Hades was a gossip too. He nodded slowly and looked to Dave. “Alright, but this is not a date. Alright? Am I making myself clear?”
“Not a date. Got it.”
“Alright. Give me twenty minutes, I’ll meet you by the music room.”
Dave nodded. “Twenty minutes.” He watched Kurt retreat from the kitchen with a smile.
~*~
A gentle snow was falling as Dave and Kurt headed out of the house, intent on taking the bus to the local shopping centre for some Christmas gift ideas, likely a movie, food and then getting back with time to finish their respective homework assignments and turn in for bed. Dave tipped his head up at the bus stop as they waited for the bus, his eyes closed, feeling the soft, sporadic flakes brush down onto his face and melt.
“It’s late for first snow,” Kurt murmured, catching a few flakes on his gloves before blowing them off.
“I love the snow, what about you?”
“It’s nice. I like the way things look when snow first falls, but I hate the cold.”
Dave nodded, climbing on the bus and paying for a one day pass and pocketed it, waiting for Kurt before they made their way down the aisle of the mostly empty bus before sliding into a bench seat. Dave looked out the window, leaning his head against the glass. “It seems Persephone has descended into the Underworld and Demeter has begun her search.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you, how much of the mythology is true?”
Dave looked away from the window and looked down at Kurt, who was playing with his fringe. “What do you mean by true?”
“Well, clearly the deities exist because we’re here and there’s something... supernatural... but what else?”
“Well,” Dave started, digging through his pockets and pulled out a pack of gum, popping a stick in his mouth and offering one to Kurt. “Can you be specific? You can ask questions and I’ll do my best to answer them.”
“Okay.” Kurt drummed his hands on the back of the seat in front of them. “Is Olympus, not the mountain, but the spiritual dwelling real?”
“Yes. We’re not really allowed there, but there are certain circumstances when we’re allowed - a favour from one of the Pantheon, we achieve Godhood, our parents bring us. It’s hard to get into from what I understand.”
“And Hades?”
“The place, right? Not the God? It’s real too. Jesse’s been there, three times I think. He’s one of the few kids who regularly sees his parent, Blaine’s pretty close with his dad, too. His mom died in childbirth so Dionysus had some maenads raise Blaine and visited often. Then again, Dionysus never was one to follow the rules, and since Hades isn’t on Olympus, I guess Zeus lets him get away with more. Tartarus and Elysium are real too.”
Kurt nodded and tipped his head back to think of more questions. “What about Troy? Did that really happen?”
“Parts of it. Yes.”
Kurt blew a bubble with his gum and cracked it. “Medusa?”
“Medusa is... complicated. All gorgons are, yes they exist, and yes Medusa can turn people to stone, but...” Dave paused, thinking about it for a long moment. “Okay, you know the story, she bragged about being beautiful and all that - complete shit. She’s like... It’s like a werewolf, that she’s got this thing inside of her but most of the time she looks and acts like a normal person, unless she gets mad or she’s provoked. As far as I know she’s a nurse somewhere in France.”
“Huh. What about Pegasi?”
“We have five that stay on the property in summer. They’re beautiful.”
Kurt smiled a little at that, standing when the bus reached their stop and following Dave off the bus and through the parking lot towards the mall. “What about other religions? Are the other gods from other religions real too?”
Dave shrugged, turning and walking backwards as he faced Kurt to speak. “No clue. It’s entirely possible, I guess. I’ve never even thought about it.”
Kurt nodded, jogging a little to catch up. “I guess faith plays a big part, huh?”
Dave grinned, looping his arm around Kurt’s shoulder. “I guess so.”
~*~
The movie, dinner and window shopping had been fun. Kurt was glad to get out of the school for a while and take his mind off of things. Dave was easy to be around, and so easy to talk to. Kurt didn’t want to admit it aloud, but with everything, Kurt was kind of mad it was a not-date. Now they were walking up to the fourth floor to play some video games for a little while, since it was earlier than expected.
“You’re so lucky to have a room to yourself,” Kurt muttered, stepping into the room and taking off his coat.
“I guess. I’ll be back, I’m just going to change.”
Kurt nodded and took off his snow caked shoes, leaving them by the heater and sat in one of the comfortable chairs and propped his feet up on the foot rest. Dave’s room wasn’t that big, no bigger than a average bachelor apartment; enough room for two chairs, a TV, a computer desk and his bed and two night tables. Yet Dave had made it seem homey. The walls were plastered with posters of various bands and sports teams, as well as art (Dave had a thing for Van Gogh and MC Escher).
Spinning boredly in the chair, Kurt paused when he noticed an open sketch pad. Curious, Kurt picked it up and glanced down at the cursory sketch on the page - a panther. Humming softly, Kurt flicked through a few pages, noting the same face over and over he stopped on a fully finished rendition of the face and ran his thumbs down the sides of the page.
The figure - the youthful face - seemed to jump right off the page. It was obvious, at least to Kurt, that the person in the picture was male, despite having a slightly effeminate face. His face was framed by soft, loose curled hair that was held back from falling in his eyes with a thin band. His eyes were wide and soft, ageless and endlessly wise. He had full lips that were curved into an enigmatic smile and a long, well sculpted nose.
Kurt looked over as Dave walked out of the bathroom, changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, patting his face dry with a towel. “Is this your dad?” Kurt asked, angling the sketch pad towards Dave.
“Yeah,” Dave replied, dropping into the chair next to Kurt and tilting his head to the side. “Even if we look nothing alike.”
Kurt looked up from the sketch, shocked. “You have his eyes, and his nose. What are you talking about?”
Dave rose a shoulder in a shrug and took hold of the sketch pad, lightly tugging it out of Kurt’s hands and flipping the pad closed. “My father is beautiful. I’m not.”
Kurt shifted in his chair, turning it to face Dave’s chair as he rose his hands to cup Dave’s face with his hands. “You’re handsome, Dave. Very handsome. When you smile... And you’re kind, you don’t need to look like your father to impress people, you do it just fine on your own. Besides, you have muscles under that shirt, I’m willing to bet and I like a guy with muscles.”
“Really? I mean, about the.. everything?”
Kurt nodded, letting his hands his hands drop from Dave’s face with a smile. “Now,” he said, getting up from his chair and picking up the two wii wheels before turning on Dave’s wii, “I can kick your ass without feeling guilty.”
“Oh, I see how it is,” Dave replied, smiling as he took his wii wheel. “Well, you’re wrong, prepare to lose.”
Kurt grinned and dropped down into his chair, letting Dave pick his player before picking his own and settling back in the chair.
~~ PART FIVE~~