Fic: Acts Like Summer, Walks Like Rain (Part 5/?)
Title: Acts Like Summer, Walks Like Rain (Part 5/?)
Author: lealpotter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurtofsky
Summary: In which Kurt is sososorry and Dave's socks are disgusting .
Author's Note: Ugh, thought I'd never finish this one. And we have a guest appearance! Thanks again for all the unbelievably lovely reviews; to those who wondered whether David would remember... Well, read on!
Previous chapters:
Chapter 1 - He's Such a Teaser, He's Such A Star
Chapter 2 - I Do Love, He Does Heartbreak
Chapter 3 - I'll Show You The Time Of Your Life
Chapter 4 - Give Me A Reason Or Give Me A Chance
"David. Hi."
"Hum, hi, Kurt. Wait, did I - did I do something?"
"What? No, of course not."
"'S just - you sound all pissy."
"I'm not."
"Hum, okay. Look, I didn't drunk-dial you one of these days, did I?"
"What!"
"Got a missed call from you on my phone. I thought I'd -"
"I didn't - I mean, no you didn't call me."
"Oh. Okay, good. Geez, that's a relief."
"Why?"
"I'm kinda of a talky drunk."
"Don't you mean talkative?"
"Yeah. That."
"You didn't call me. I called you."
"You did?"
"Yes. Two days ago. Why were you drunk in the middle of the afternoon, David?"
"I was? Shit. Keep getting blanks."
"Blanks? So you, huh, you remember?"
"Remember what? I didn't -I didn't say anything to you, did I?"
"You - you puked. And then you said my feet were pretty. And there might have been tripping involved at some point."
"So- I just said that, right? 'Bout your feet?"
"You mentioned liking my voice. Then you sort of collapsed."
"Shit. I woke up in my bed, though. Fucking mother of all headaches, too."
"Serves you right. What were you thinking, David?"
"'Side from wanting to get wasted? Fuck if I know, Fancy."
"How could you be so - so careless? What if you had gone out and driven somewhere?"
"Yeah, well, I didn't, so -"
"But you could have! And what about your parents, what if they had come home and seen you like that?"
"Kurt, what - "
"Do you think they'd be proud? That their son would go and do - that? Who gets drunk alone at three PM?"
"Fancy, calm -"
"Who does that? Are you honestly that stupid, David?"
"Hey, what - "
"What would your mother say if she knew? If she knew - if she knew her son did things like that? I don't believe she'd be proud!"
"What, get shitfaced? Like she never did. You really don't want to get her started on the 'golden years', trust me."
"No, I mean - ugh, David, I can't even talk to you right now!"
"Seriously, Fancy, the fuck."
"I'm hanging up now. Don't call me."
"Kurt -"
"Goodbye, David!"
"Goddamnit, Hummel!"
"…"
"Seriously, what's your hang up."
"…"
"Shit. I guess we're done, then."
"…"
"…"
"I'msosorryDavesososorry."
"Fancy?"
"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."
"'S okay."
"Of course it isn't!"
"Kurt - "
"I never meant to say all those things to you."
"I said it was okay, didn't I? 'Sides, it's like payback for one of those days I got on your case for no reason."
"I didn't want it to be payback."
"I know you didn't."
"Are we - "
"Good?"
"…yes."
"Yeah, Fancy. We're good."
"I'm sorry I took so long to call you."
"Figured you needed some time to vent. Don't worry, okay?"
"So… how are you?"
"Fine."
"Da-vid…"
"Shitfuckgottago -"
"What?"
"…"
"David!"
"…"
"What in the world..."
"…"
"Men!"
"…"
"…"
"Dave?"
"Hi, Kurt."
"So. Do I get an explanation for yesterday?"
"… no."
"Really, Dave? Really?"
"Had stuff to do."
"Stuff? What stuff?"
"Laundry."
"… Right. Your socks couldn't stand molding one minute more so that you could say your goodbyes properly?"
"… no."
"Pushy socks, aren't they?"
"Look who's talking."
"Are you saying I smell like your moldy socks?"
"No, I'm saying you're pushy like my moldy socks."
"So, are you saying I smell good, then?"
"I never said that, Fancy."
"Oh."
"Like you need me to tell you you smell good."
"It's not like people are just throwing themselves off balconies everywhere I go to shower me with compliments."
"Don't you have a boyfriend? That's sort of his duty-"
"Of course. I only thought it might be nice to -"
"To what, Fancy?"
"Nothing."
"Sure."
"Is there anything we need to talk about, David?"
"You tell me."
"What?"
"You're the one who - look, Kurt, if you're all frustrated 'cause your boyfriend isn't putting out, that's not my fucking problem, okay? Go nag Hudson."
"Finn?"
"Yeah! Wasn't he your fucking jock prince in red shower curtain or some shit?"
"He's my stepbrother. And I'm not frustrated. And I wouldn't ask you, anyway."
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Fine, David!"
"What?"
"…"
"Again?"
"…"
"Well, fuck you, too!"
"…"
"…"
"Kurt?"
"Finn! Look, I'm sorry, is this a bad time? And please, if you're having sex with Rachel, don't tell me. Just hang up."
"What? I'm not - I'm not having s-sex with Rachel!"
"Oh, good. For me, I mean. Obviously not for you. Unless you don't want to have sex with her, which I would completely understand. But that doesn't sound likely."
"Kurt, you're doing that thing again where your voice gets like, really high and you don't make any sense."
"I am, aren't I? I'm sorry, I'll stop."
"Okay."
"Hi, Finn."
"Hi, Kurt."
"How are you?"
"Dude, you just saw me like, one hour ago."
"I feel like we already had this conversation a million times, but could you please try and not call me 'dude'? You know I hate it."
"But you're a guy!"
"And Rachel is a girl. Somehow, I don't see your chances of ever getting in her pants being enhanced by you calling her 'dudette'."
"Yeah, but - "
"You know, Dave was incredibly accommodating about it. I only had to tell him once."
"But that's because -"
"What, Finn?"
"He kinda wants to get in your pants, right?"
"Finn Christopher Hudson!"
"Shit! You know not even my mom calls me that, don't you?"
"Well, I felt the need to get my point across."
"Yeah, but I'm right."
"Moving on. Can you talk right now? I don't want my chances of getting any solos next year being crushed by my monopolizing you."
"Yeah, it's okay. I'm locked in the bathroom."
"What!? I don't even - What!"
"Rachel wants to use summer vacation to write more songs. She says I block her creative flow or something, so she is keeping me the bathroom until she finishes the refrain. After that, we'll make out."
"I would comment on the obvious insanity of the whole arrangement, but this is Rachel Berry."
"It's cool. Her dads gave me a muffin basket. They don't know I'm in the bathroom, though."
"O-kay. So. About me, now."
"'M listening."
"I screwed up, Finn. I really, really did."
"Karofsky?"
"He's - I'm - Finn, I don't know."
"D'you want a muffin? They've got blueberries."
"It's like - It's like I don't even know what I'm doing anymore! These things keep blurting out off my mouth; it's as if I have no filter whatsoever!"
"Why do girls need all this crap?"
"It's his fault, I know it is. He's such a boy, sometimes. And then he talks to me like - no one's ever talked to me like that before."
"Wow, this stuff is awesome, Kurt!"
"And I know what he's done to me and I can't - I know I haven't forgiven him, but - I think… I think I like him, Finn, I think - oh, god, what am I doing?"
"Shit, crap, does this come out?"
"And Blaine!"
"Wait, what about Blaine?"
"Were you even listening?"
"Dude, you have to see this bathroom."
"Yes… I really doubt it. And also, the 'dude' thing? It's not really working for me, Finn."
"Dude!"
"Are you doing it on purpose?"
"This shower!"
"Finn, you're not getting in that shower!"
"But -"
"Finn Hudson, listen to me. You don't want Rachel's dads to give you both The Talk after finding you naked in their daughter's bathroom."
"Crap."
"Right. Now step out of that tub."
"'Kay."
"So, back to me."
"Right."
"Finn, I can hear the water running!"
"Oh. Sorry."
"I'm not against calling Rachel right now and demand she handcuff you to the pipes."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. Okay, shoot."
"Are you sitting down?"
"Yeah."
"Where are your hands?"
"On my lap?"
"Finn…"
"So what about Blaine? I thought you guys were broken up."
"We're taking a breather. We both felt we needed some space to figure out where our relationship was going."
"Huh. I thought you'd dumped him 'cause you wanted to keep sexting Karofsky."
"Finn!"
"What?"
"Don't say that out loud in a room in Rachel's house which I'm sure has been fully remodeled to ensure perfect acoustic everywhere! Besides, we weren't texting."
"'Cause you're old-fashioned, right?"
"Finn -"
"Dude, it's cool, okay? I told you I talked to him after Prom, didn't I? He's really trying."
"Prom. After you got yourself thrown out for picking a fight with you ex-now-girlfriend's date and Dave ditched me on the dance floor?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I guess I do have a type, then."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Finn I don't - what should I do?"
"Wait, whoa! You're asking me for advice? Dating advice?"
"Not dating, just - yes."
"Oh. Okay. Crap. Dude, I don't know! What are you gonna do?"
"Forego men entirely. Run away to Broadway. Hibernate?"
"Dude. That'd be awesome! You know, sleep and eat whenever we wanted. We could get like, a bachelor pad!"
"Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Oh, right. I do!"
"Good for you. Now, back to me."
"Right. Look, I could ask Rachel! Cause, you know, guy experience is not my strongest point."
"Come to think of it, neither is girl experience. And no, I don't want Rachel's advice. I still can't believe she took you back even after our heart-rending performance of 'For Good'. Tell her that when she lets you out."
"Thanks, Kurt. Good to know my brother has my back."
"Blood runs thicker than water. So do cheese stains."
"Dude, I said I was sorry!"
"Didn't your mother teach you that you'd better be safe than sorry?"
"I bet you didn't tell Dave that when he apologized."
"He didn't ruin my fourth favorite pair of white skinny pants for life."
"Nah, he just kissed you and then said he'd kill you if you ever told anyone."
"Touché. I guess I like him better than you, then."
"Not fair! You just like him 'cause he wants in your pants."
"Finn, have you seen the kind of pants I wear? Considering how difficult it is to take them off, Dave gets points just for effort."
"Fine. Why don't you call him, then?"
"… you know why."
"Kurt -"
"I took advantage of him, Finn."
"Know what? I don't think he really minded."
"That's not the point! How would you feel if Rachel got you drunk to have sex with you?"
"I -"
"Wait, don't answer that."
"Dude, it's not like you got him drunk and made him have phone-sex with you. Ugh."
"What?"
"This is just… really weird. I feel like I should go break his legs or something."
"You're a good brother, Finn."
"Thanks, Kurt!"
"However, being that I'm actually older than you, I do believe the role of overprotective big brother has been miscast."
"Dude, I'm totally the big brother."
"If it makes you happy. Look, I should go. Gather some manly courage and face the music. We haven't talked in three days; I can't put this off any longer."
"You mean you're gonna do the nasty with him again?"
"Finn!"
"Only if he's drunk, then."
"No! I - later, Finn."
"Use protection! Better safe than sorry!"
"Argh!"
"I make an awesome big brother."
"…"
"…"
"Fancy?"
"Hi, Dave."
"Why d'you call me?"
"Well, you obviously weren't going to - no, wait. I'm sorry, Dave. There's just - there's a lot going on in my life right now and I keep taking it out on the wrong people. Which means I keep taking it out on you, really."
"Yeah, well, I'm no fucking saint, either."
"So. Friends?"
"… yeah. Yeah, friends."
"Thank you. I - I really don't want to lose y- I mean, our talks. They're very important to me."
"Me too. You - you're important, too."
"David, I -"
"We should hang out sometime."
"I - I thought we were. In a manner of speaking."
"Exactly! We should, I don't know, go somewhere. Catch a movie, or something. You could bring Mercedes if you don't really feel like being all alone with me in a dark room."
"Hum, I - I'd like that, Dave. The - the movie, I mean. And Mercedes is really busy these days; I can't seem to get a hold of her. So we could go alone. Unless you want me to bring Finn? Except, no. That wouldn't be a very good idea. I could -"
"I don't need you to bring anyone else if you're okay with it being just us, Fancy."
"Oh."
"Are you?"
"…Yes."
"'Kay."
"I really am, Dave."
"Good."
"It is."
"So, do you want me to pick you up, or…?"
"Actually, I'd rather drive there."
"Oh. Sure."
"I don't think my father would be very accommodating to me leaving the house with you, Dave."
"Oh! Right. He's sorta scary."
"He's my dad."
"He loves you."
"Yes. We - for a long time, we only had each other, you know? I guess we became rather protective of one another."
"That's kinda cool. Does he own a gun?"
"A rifle, actually."
"Shit."
"It's alright. It's never loaded… I think."
"Having fun, aren't you?"
"My dad's not going to kill you, Dave."
"He's just gonna maim me for life?"
"Of course not! Only a little bit."
"Thanks, Fancy."
"So, when are you free?"
"Summer, remember?"
"Yes, but it's not like I lounge about all day eating bonbons and watching 'Project Runaway' reruns. I would, but Finn's trying to compensate his lacking right foot with some very enthusiastic drums practice."
"So, what do you do all day? You know, besides the obvious."
"David!"
"I meant eating and sleeping, obviously."
"I'm sure you did."
"Not everyone has your filthy mind, Kurtie."
"What!"
"What?"
"What did you call me?"
"Huh… Kurt?"
"David!"
"What?"
"You called me - you called me K-Kurtie."
"Oh. Sorry. You don't like it?"
"I - I - Why would you call me that?"
"Dunno, just slipped out, I guess. Don't get your panties all in a bunch."
"Oh. Oh, okay. So, hum, I'll meet you at the theatre near the park tomorrow at seven, okay? I - I gotta go."
"Hey, what if I've already got plans?"
"Do you?"
"Nah."
"Then?"
"… I'll meet you there. G'bye, Kurtie."
"Wha - Goodbye, David!"
"You're cute when you're flustered."
"…"
"See you tomorrow, then."
"…"
"Kurtie."
"…"
"…"
Chapter 6 - Give Me An Evening, Or Give Me A Night
Author: lealpotter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurtofsky
Summary: In which Kurt is sososorry and Dave's socks are disgusting .
Author's Note: Ugh, thought I'd never finish this one. And we have a guest appearance! Thanks again for all the unbelievably lovely reviews; to those who wondered whether David would remember... Well, read on!
Previous chapters:
Chapter 1 - He's Such a Teaser, He's Such A Star
Chapter 2 - I Do Love, He Does Heartbreak
Chapter 3 - I'll Show You The Time Of Your Life
Chapter 4 - Give Me A Reason Or Give Me A Chance
"David. Hi."
"Hum, hi, Kurt. Wait, did I - did I do something?"
"What? No, of course not."
"'S just - you sound all pissy."
"I'm not."
"Hum, okay. Look, I didn't drunk-dial you one of these days, did I?"
"What!"
"Got a missed call from you on my phone. I thought I'd -"
"I didn't - I mean, no you didn't call me."
"Oh. Okay, good. Geez, that's a relief."
"Why?"
"I'm kinda of a talky drunk."
"Don't you mean talkative?"
"Yeah. That."
"You didn't call me. I called you."
"You did?"
"Yes. Two days ago. Why were you drunk in the middle of the afternoon, David?"
"I was? Shit. Keep getting blanks."
"Blanks? So you, huh, you remember?"
"Remember what? I didn't -I didn't say anything to you, did I?"
"You - you puked. And then you said my feet were pretty. And there might have been tripping involved at some point."
"So- I just said that, right? 'Bout your feet?"
"You mentioned liking my voice. Then you sort of collapsed."
"Shit. I woke up in my bed, though. Fucking mother of all headaches, too."
"Serves you right. What were you thinking, David?"
"'Side from wanting to get wasted? Fuck if I know, Fancy."
"How could you be so - so careless? What if you had gone out and driven somewhere?"
"Yeah, well, I didn't, so -"
"But you could have! And what about your parents, what if they had come home and seen you like that?"
"Kurt, what - "
"Do you think they'd be proud? That their son would go and do - that? Who gets drunk alone at three PM?"
"Fancy, calm -"
"Who does that? Are you honestly that stupid, David?"
"Hey, what - "
"What would your mother say if she knew? If she knew - if she knew her son did things like that? I don't believe she'd be proud!"
"What, get shitfaced? Like she never did. You really don't want to get her started on the 'golden years', trust me."
"No, I mean - ugh, David, I can't even talk to you right now!"
"Seriously, Fancy, the fuck."
"I'm hanging up now. Don't call me."
"Kurt -"
"Goodbye, David!"
"Goddamnit, Hummel!"
"…"
"Seriously, what's your hang up."
"…"
"Shit. I guess we're done, then."
"…"
"…"
"I'msosorryDavesososorry."
"Fancy?"
"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."
"'S okay."
"Of course it isn't!"
"Kurt - "
"I never meant to say all those things to you."
"I said it was okay, didn't I? 'Sides, it's like payback for one of those days I got on your case for no reason."
"I didn't want it to be payback."
"I know you didn't."
"Are we - "
"Good?"
"…yes."
"Yeah, Fancy. We're good."
"I'm sorry I took so long to call you."
"Figured you needed some time to vent. Don't worry, okay?"
"So… how are you?"
"Fine."
"Da-vid…"
"Shitfuckgottago -"
"What?"
"…"
"David!"
"…"
"What in the world..."
"…"
"Men!"
"…"
"…"
"Dave?"
"Hi, Kurt."
"So. Do I get an explanation for yesterday?"
"… no."
"Really, Dave? Really?"
"Had stuff to do."
"Stuff? What stuff?"
"Laundry."
"… Right. Your socks couldn't stand molding one minute more so that you could say your goodbyes properly?"
"… no."
"Pushy socks, aren't they?"
"Look who's talking."
"Are you saying I smell like your moldy socks?"
"No, I'm saying you're pushy like my moldy socks."
"So, are you saying I smell good, then?"
"I never said that, Fancy."
"Oh."
"Like you need me to tell you you smell good."
"It's not like people are just throwing themselves off balconies everywhere I go to shower me with compliments."
"Don't you have a boyfriend? That's sort of his duty-"
"Of course. I only thought it might be nice to -"
"To what, Fancy?"
"Nothing."
"Sure."
"Is there anything we need to talk about, David?"
"You tell me."
"What?"
"You're the one who - look, Kurt, if you're all frustrated 'cause your boyfriend isn't putting out, that's not my fucking problem, okay? Go nag Hudson."
"Finn?"
"Yeah! Wasn't he your fucking jock prince in red shower curtain or some shit?"
"He's my stepbrother. And I'm not frustrated. And I wouldn't ask you, anyway."
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Fine, David!"
"What?"
"…"
"Again?"
"…"
"Well, fuck you, too!"
"…"
"…"
"Kurt?"
"Finn! Look, I'm sorry, is this a bad time? And please, if you're having sex with Rachel, don't tell me. Just hang up."
"What? I'm not - I'm not having s-sex with Rachel!"
"Oh, good. For me, I mean. Obviously not for you. Unless you don't want to have sex with her, which I would completely understand. But that doesn't sound likely."
"Kurt, you're doing that thing again where your voice gets like, really high and you don't make any sense."
"I am, aren't I? I'm sorry, I'll stop."
"Okay."
"Hi, Finn."
"Hi, Kurt."
"How are you?"
"Dude, you just saw me like, one hour ago."
"I feel like we already had this conversation a million times, but could you please try and not call me 'dude'? You know I hate it."
"But you're a guy!"
"And Rachel is a girl. Somehow, I don't see your chances of ever getting in her pants being enhanced by you calling her 'dudette'."
"Yeah, but - "
"You know, Dave was incredibly accommodating about it. I only had to tell him once."
"But that's because -"
"What, Finn?"
"He kinda wants to get in your pants, right?"
"Finn Christopher Hudson!"
"Shit! You know not even my mom calls me that, don't you?"
"Well, I felt the need to get my point across."
"Yeah, but I'm right."
"Moving on. Can you talk right now? I don't want my chances of getting any solos next year being crushed by my monopolizing you."
"Yeah, it's okay. I'm locked in the bathroom."
"What!? I don't even - What!"
"Rachel wants to use summer vacation to write more songs. She says I block her creative flow or something, so she is keeping me the bathroom until she finishes the refrain. After that, we'll make out."
"I would comment on the obvious insanity of the whole arrangement, but this is Rachel Berry."
"It's cool. Her dads gave me a muffin basket. They don't know I'm in the bathroom, though."
"O-kay. So. About me, now."
"'M listening."
"I screwed up, Finn. I really, really did."
"Karofsky?"
"He's - I'm - Finn, I don't know."
"D'you want a muffin? They've got blueberries."
"It's like - It's like I don't even know what I'm doing anymore! These things keep blurting out off my mouth; it's as if I have no filter whatsoever!"
"Why do girls need all this crap?"
"It's his fault, I know it is. He's such a boy, sometimes. And then he talks to me like - no one's ever talked to me like that before."
"Wow, this stuff is awesome, Kurt!"
"And I know what he's done to me and I can't - I know I haven't forgiven him, but - I think… I think I like him, Finn, I think - oh, god, what am I doing?"
"Shit, crap, does this come out?"
"And Blaine!"
"Wait, what about Blaine?"
"Were you even listening?"
"Dude, you have to see this bathroom."
"Yes… I really doubt it. And also, the 'dude' thing? It's not really working for me, Finn."
"Dude!"
"Are you doing it on purpose?"
"This shower!"
"Finn, you're not getting in that shower!"
"But -"
"Finn Hudson, listen to me. You don't want Rachel's dads to give you both The Talk after finding you naked in their daughter's bathroom."
"Crap."
"Right. Now step out of that tub."
"'Kay."
"So, back to me."
"Right."
"Finn, I can hear the water running!"
"Oh. Sorry."
"I'm not against calling Rachel right now and demand she handcuff you to the pipes."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. Okay, shoot."
"Are you sitting down?"
"Yeah."
"Where are your hands?"
"On my lap?"
"Finn…"
"So what about Blaine? I thought you guys were broken up."
"We're taking a breather. We both felt we needed some space to figure out where our relationship was going."
"Huh. I thought you'd dumped him 'cause you wanted to keep sexting Karofsky."
"Finn!"
"What?"
"Don't say that out loud in a room in Rachel's house which I'm sure has been fully remodeled to ensure perfect acoustic everywhere! Besides, we weren't texting."
"'Cause you're old-fashioned, right?"
"Finn -"
"Dude, it's cool, okay? I told you I talked to him after Prom, didn't I? He's really trying."
"Prom. After you got yourself thrown out for picking a fight with you ex-now-girlfriend's date and Dave ditched me on the dance floor?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I guess I do have a type, then."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Finn I don't - what should I do?"
"Wait, whoa! You're asking me for advice? Dating advice?"
"Not dating, just - yes."
"Oh. Okay. Crap. Dude, I don't know! What are you gonna do?"
"Forego men entirely. Run away to Broadway. Hibernate?"
"Dude. That'd be awesome! You know, sleep and eat whenever we wanted. We could get like, a bachelor pad!"
"Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Oh, right. I do!"
"Good for you. Now, back to me."
"Right. Look, I could ask Rachel! Cause, you know, guy experience is not my strongest point."
"Come to think of it, neither is girl experience. And no, I don't want Rachel's advice. I still can't believe she took you back even after our heart-rending performance of 'For Good'. Tell her that when she lets you out."
"Thanks, Kurt. Good to know my brother has my back."
"Blood runs thicker than water. So do cheese stains."
"Dude, I said I was sorry!"
"Didn't your mother teach you that you'd better be safe than sorry?"
"I bet you didn't tell Dave that when he apologized."
"He didn't ruin my fourth favorite pair of white skinny pants for life."
"Nah, he just kissed you and then said he'd kill you if you ever told anyone."
"Touché. I guess I like him better than you, then."
"Not fair! You just like him 'cause he wants in your pants."
"Finn, have you seen the kind of pants I wear? Considering how difficult it is to take them off, Dave gets points just for effort."
"Fine. Why don't you call him, then?"
"… you know why."
"Kurt -"
"I took advantage of him, Finn."
"Know what? I don't think he really minded."
"That's not the point! How would you feel if Rachel got you drunk to have sex with you?"
"I -"
"Wait, don't answer that."
"Dude, it's not like you got him drunk and made him have phone-sex with you. Ugh."
"What?"
"This is just… really weird. I feel like I should go break his legs or something."
"You're a good brother, Finn."
"Thanks, Kurt!"
"However, being that I'm actually older than you, I do believe the role of overprotective big brother has been miscast."
"Dude, I'm totally the big brother."
"If it makes you happy. Look, I should go. Gather some manly courage and face the music. We haven't talked in three days; I can't put this off any longer."
"You mean you're gonna do the nasty with him again?"
"Finn!"
"Only if he's drunk, then."
"No! I - later, Finn."
"Use protection! Better safe than sorry!"
"Argh!"
"I make an awesome big brother."
"…"
"…"
"Fancy?"
"Hi, Dave."
"Why d'you call me?"
"Well, you obviously weren't going to - no, wait. I'm sorry, Dave. There's just - there's a lot going on in my life right now and I keep taking it out on the wrong people. Which means I keep taking it out on you, really."
"Yeah, well, I'm no fucking saint, either."
"So. Friends?"
"… yeah. Yeah, friends."
"Thank you. I - I really don't want to lose y- I mean, our talks. They're very important to me."
"Me too. You - you're important, too."
"David, I -"
"We should hang out sometime."
"I - I thought we were. In a manner of speaking."
"Exactly! We should, I don't know, go somewhere. Catch a movie, or something. You could bring Mercedes if you don't really feel like being all alone with me in a dark room."
"Hum, I - I'd like that, Dave. The - the movie, I mean. And Mercedes is really busy these days; I can't seem to get a hold of her. So we could go alone. Unless you want me to bring Finn? Except, no. That wouldn't be a very good idea. I could -"
"I don't need you to bring anyone else if you're okay with it being just us, Fancy."
"Oh."
"Are you?"
"…Yes."
"'Kay."
"I really am, Dave."
"Good."
"It is."
"So, do you want me to pick you up, or…?"
"Actually, I'd rather drive there."
"Oh. Sure."
"I don't think my father would be very accommodating to me leaving the house with you, Dave."
"Oh! Right. He's sorta scary."
"He's my dad."
"He loves you."
"Yes. We - for a long time, we only had each other, you know? I guess we became rather protective of one another."
"That's kinda cool. Does he own a gun?"
"A rifle, actually."
"Shit."
"It's alright. It's never loaded… I think."
"Having fun, aren't you?"
"My dad's not going to kill you, Dave."
"He's just gonna maim me for life?"
"Of course not! Only a little bit."
"Thanks, Fancy."
"So, when are you free?"
"Summer, remember?"
"Yes, but it's not like I lounge about all day eating bonbons and watching 'Project Runaway' reruns. I would, but Finn's trying to compensate his lacking right foot with some very enthusiastic drums practice."
"So, what do you do all day? You know, besides the obvious."
"David!"
"I meant eating and sleeping, obviously."
"I'm sure you did."
"Not everyone has your filthy mind, Kurtie."
"What!"
"What?"
"What did you call me?"
"Huh… Kurt?"
"David!"
"What?"
"You called me - you called me K-Kurtie."
"Oh. Sorry. You don't like it?"
"I - I - Why would you call me that?"
"Dunno, just slipped out, I guess. Don't get your panties all in a bunch."
"Oh. Oh, okay. So, hum, I'll meet you at the theatre near the park tomorrow at seven, okay? I - I gotta go."
"Hey, what if I've already got plans?"
"Do you?"
"Nah."
"Then?"
"… I'll meet you there. G'bye, Kurtie."
"Wha - Goodbye, David!"
"You're cute when you're flustered."
"…"
"See you tomorrow, then."
"…"
"Kurtie."
"…"
"…"
Chapter 6 - Give Me An Evening, Or Give Me A Night