FIC: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story (10/?)
TITLE: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 3,515 // 38,488
SPOILERS: None; AU-fic
WARNINGS: Teacher/Student
SUMMARY: Kurt's pretty sure nothing sucks worse than being the only gay kid in the changing rooms. It's hell but he does a damn good job of skipping gym for three years before he's caught and forced back. Luckily, Coach Karofsky seems to be on his side, and when Kurt accidentally sees a lot more than he was supposed to, he starts to see his coach in a whole new light. After all, who better to lose your virginity to than a (slightly) older, experienced man with a thing for 'twinks'? There's only one problem: Coach Karofsky refuses to give in to the idea, namely because Kurt's not even legal. On the plus side, Kurt's birthday is only three months away...
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
◄ 10 ►
Kurt was not drunk, but he was certainly playing off the excitement and the drunkenness of the band. Dave was still pressed along his side and he was laughing loudly at some slurred joke Scotty had made.
“That’s ridiculous, seriously,” he grinned at Scotty, slumping back in his seat. The best night of his life. Definitely.
Mercedes and Aaron had been joined at the lips for the better part of half an hour, but no one seemed to be bothered by it in the slightest. Of course, the fact that Dave, Scotty and Lucy were a good pitcher and five more shots in probably had something to do with it.
Dave knew he was going to regret getting so drunk the next day. He was just glad he was going to get to suffer through his hangover on a Saturday this time around. And maybe it was the alcohol, or just that he wasn't used to seeing Kurt out of school, but the way Lucy kept making eyes at him and slipping in dirty little remarks every chance he got was really pissing him off.
A new song started and Lucy perked up. "Oh! I love this song," he noted happily before downing the rest of his beer. "Hey Fuckface, dance with me."
"How 'bout I dance my foot up your ass," Dave replied with a snort. He didn't know how many times Lucy had asked him to dance over the years and he didn't know how many more no's it would take for his friend to realize that Dave just didn't dance.
"Fine," Lucy sniffed. Dave's gaze shot to his face. Lucy never gave up so easily unless he had another... oh. "You dance with me then," Lucy purred, leaning across the booth to grin at Kurt. "You're better looking anyway," he stage whispered.
Kurt slowly grinned, biting his lip in a way that was coquettish and... flirty. “There’s no need to remind David, it’s just cruel,” he joked before nodding. “Sure. Let’s dance. Dave, Scotty, I need to be let out please,” he said politely, trying to hide how pleased he was.
His first ‘dance’ with a guy. In a bar. With a really hot guy - and okay, it wasn’t David, but he’d settle for now.
Scotty moved right away, but Dave took his time, acting like he was too drunk to move any faster. He didn't know why but he'd just gone from vaguely pissed to to wanting to beat the living shit out of Lucy. Which was stupid, wasn't it?
When Lucy got up he shot a small smile at Dave and he almost did attack him. Even if Dave didn't get whatever it was that was bothering him, Lucy did --and he was doing it on purpose.
Kurt stood, self-consciously brushing himself down and smiling. He was suddenly nervous, exhaling softly as he blinked up at Lucy. “Dancing,” he laughed, “let’s.” It was stupid to suddenly be nervous - he could dance, did it a lot, and Lucy was drunk and... yeah. But it was his first and... it meant a lot. He didn’t wan to do something dumb.
Lucy all but dragged Kurt out onto the floor, arm going around the smaller man's waist.
"Hey! You're aiding your student in the loss of his virginity. If that's not good teaching, I don't know what is."
"Shut the fuck up, Scott." Dave snapped. He didn't like this. He never liked when Lucy did some of the shit he did; didn't understand it, either. But this time it felt oddly personal.
The second they were on the floor with the other couples and groups dancing, Lucy pulled Kurt close, hands skirting the line between okay and inappropriate. "You're really hot, you know that?"
Kurt tried not to giggle like an idiot as Lucy’s arm slipped around his waist. The heat, the weight, the flex of muscles and-- yeah. He could get used to it. Kurt swallowed as they slid into the crowd, his breathing picking up. He was nervous. Incredibly so.
The nervousness twisted into something hotter as Lucy pulled him close, his hands flicking up to his shoulders. His mouth was suddenly dry, his fingers twitching against Lucy as he spoke.
“W-well,” he breathed, “I could easily say the same.”
Lucy grinned. "I know." he agreed, unashamed. He was practically grinding against Kurt, hands smoothing down his sides as he guided him into a wholly sexual display that somehow passed for dancing.
Dave's eyes never left them. Just like Lucy wanted, he was sure. Lucy was a planner and --no, maybe that wasn't quite the right word. He was a plotter. And he was always mentally five steps ahead of where he was physically. Everything, probably since the moment Kurt had been lead back to their booth, had been thought through. The second he'd decided he wanted Kurt. Dave just couldn't figure out why the fuck he was so dead set on rubbing it in his face when Kurt was the one with the crush. Or used to have a crush. He wasn't sure if that was all settled these days or not and it wasn't something you asked about.
Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Lucy’s words but it died on his tongue as Lucy suddenly ground up against him. That was new. Incredibly interesting in all sorts of ways and... vaguely terrifying. Alright, it was also kind of hot, but luckily Kurt’s jeans were way too tight to get an inappropriate hard-on, even though he knew he’d gone bright pink.
Kurt’s hands tightened on Lucy’s shoulders, hands skimming to the space between them and his chest as he forced his body into movement - quickly getting into the rhythm and swing of the music.
Lucy leaned in close, lips brushing against the side of Kurt's neck, barely there. "You really like him, don't you?" he asked, tone oddly conversational and calm, all things considered. "Maybe you even wish it was him out here with you," he murmured, one hand sliding down from Kurt's hip, barely missing his ass as it settled a little lower.
Kurt froze, his eyes widening and staring blankly at the wall even as he was pulled closer and he shuddered, the feeling of Lucy’s lips at his neck sending a shiver down his spine.
“I-- that’s not...” he whispered, breathless.
Dave had waved over the waitress for another round of shots, despite Scotty's half-hearted protest, and downed two quickly.
"I bet," Lucy bit at Kurt's earlobe, "you got all dressed up and came out here just for him, didn't you?"
“That’s not the point,” he gritted out, even as his eyes flickered closed. “It wasn’t just-- just for David, I--”
"He's never going to give you what you want," Lucy commented, fingers idly brushing up Kurt's lower back. "Even if he wanted to, Dave's a good boy." He laughed softly, lips grazing over Kurt's cheek. "I'm not a good boy; I'll give you what you want."
Kurt swallowed hard, the sway of their bodies and the way the crowd parted suddenly letting him see Dave. Kurt’s eyes were wide, unsure and suddenly looking incredibly young and vulnerable.
“I think... you give him too much credit,” Kurt murmured, and while the way Lucy was pressing against him - his lips against his skin - was incredibly arousing... it was... scary too.
"Oh, really?" Lucy asked, tongue darting out to flick against Kurt's jaw. "So he's kissed you? Touched you? Fucked you?"
Kurt’s hands shook on Lucy’s chest as he exhaled raggedly. “N-No... it’s nothing like that, it’s-- we... it’s none of your business,” he finally managed to grind out.
"That's what I thought," Lucy smirked. "The fact of the matter is, you could give him all the time in the world and all he's gonna see is some kid he taught in gym class. I know it hurts to hear, but I'm just trying to save you from a world of pain --and him from stalking, or whatever it is you've been doing. Lucky for you, though, I like my boys with a little bit of crazy..."
“A world of pain...?” Kurt pushed back, gently, “you have no idea what I’ve been through...! I’m not going to be in Lima all my life, I’m going to NYC for college, so if I want to entertain a crush in my last year of school I will, thank you very much.” His jaw was tight, the heat of arousal crushed because... this was exactly what he was terrified of happening to him.
That he’d be rejected and rejected and rejected and then desperately sleep with the first guy who showed him a hint of interest. And the stalking comment burned.
Dave couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just sit there and watch his friend put his hands all over Kurt. And he couldn't look away so he was left with the option of breaking it the hell up. Then... then he'd go home and.
And he wasn't sure what came after that, but one thing was for sure: Whether it was the state he was in or something else, he and Kurt were definitely not just friends.
He all but shoved Scotty out of the booth so he could get out.
Lucy looked like he was about to say something else, but it died on his lips when he saw Dave pushing through the crowd to get to them. "Uh oh," he laughed. "I think we're in trouble."
"Get the fuck off of him," Dave snapped the second he was close enough to not have to shout over the music.
Kurt swallowed, taking the second to slip away from Lucy’s grip and stand closer to Dave, so grateful for the intervention. “It’s okay,” he said, touching Dave’s arm. “We were just finishing. Thank you for the dance, Lucy, I’m sure I won’t forget it any time soon.”
"What's the problem, Dave?"
"You're my fucking problem. I don't know what your deal is tonight but I told you he was my student an--"
"Yeah, I remember. Your student. I'm not his fucking teacher. I can try and get a piece of that if I want. Not like you can call dibs."
Most of the people on the floor has shifted out, away from them, to give them room, though most of them just kept dancing.
As much as Kurt had fantasized about two guys fighting over him, this... wasn’t as sexy and cool as he’d thought. In fact this was just awkward and he did not want to be the thing that spoiled the evening.
“David, Lucy, stop. Please. It’s a pointless argument - I’m not that easy,” he said lightly, trying to diffuse the situation. His hand was still on Dave’s arm. “Let’s just go back to the table.”
Dave nodded, but took a step toward Lucy instead. He reached out and clapped a hand roughly on the back of his friend's neck, pulling him in close. "You say one thing to him for the rest of the night and I swear to god I'll take you outside and beat you like a fucking dog, do you hear me?"
Rather than look scared though, Lucy smiled and nodded as if he'd just gotten what he wanted. "Sure," he shrugged.
“...okay,” Kurt breathed, following them back to the booth though he was looking uncertainly between the two. He could see their relationship was built on something weird, but... he didn’t want them to fight. Certainly not over him - though he was flattered by the way Dave had come in to save him, so to speak.
He sat down, sticking next to Dave.
*
A drink or two after Aaron had offered to drive Mercedes home, Scotty decided he was ready to pack up and head back to the motel too. Lucy had kept his word and dutifully kept himself quiet when it came to Kurt.
“I’d better go too,” Kurt smiled, standing and brushing himself down again and grabbing his CD. “Thank you so much for the amazing evening. Honestly. And your band is amazing.”
"God, I don't ever remember being that polite when I was eighteen." Scotty commented.
"You're still not polite." Dave snorted, moving to get out of the booth as Scotty stood. Dave swayed, reaching back to grab the seat.
"You, uh. Wanna ride with us? You're kind of completely trashed."
Dave glanced at Lucy then shook his head. "No. I'll get a cab."
“I can-- I... I can give you a lift back...?” Kurt offered, clutching the CD a little harder and smiling up at Dave. “Saves money, and I have room...”
"That is the best idea I've heard all night," Lucy spoke up before Dave had a chance to answer. Sometimes... sometimes Dave had no idea what to think of his friend. You couldn't pay him enough to spend even a second in Lucy's head, though, that was for sure.
"Yeah, I-- 'kay. S'go." Dave agreed. Kurt was right. It did save money, which was something Dave always had to keep in mind. And, as bad as it was, he would rather go with Kurt than take a cab.
Kurt shot Lucy a weird look. One moment he was being told to stop being a stalker, the next encouraged to drive Dave home...? Weird. But he smiled and nodded, heading towards the exit after waving to the band. The blast of cold air hit him out of nowhere and he shivered, wishing he’d brought a coat for a moment. “Is there anything you need to grab from your car?”
"Nah," Dave was pretty sure he couldn't walk in a straight line if he tried.
“Okay,” Kurt smiled, leading him to the Navigator and opening the door for Dave. “If you’re going to be, uh, sick... open the window, okay?” He went around the other side and climbed in, closing the door behind him and pulling on his seatbelt.
"I'm good," Dave laughed. "Generally my body saves the fun shit for the next day." He fumbled to buckle himself in after closing the door, managing to get it on his fifth try.
“Ooh, lucky you,” Kurt laughed, waiting until he was in before starting up the engine and the AC, making sure it was warm. He slowly pulled out of the parking space and swung his car onto the main road, settling in his seat. “Directions,” he smiled.
"West Market. The Mount Vernon apartments." Dave settled back into his seat, closing his eyes. "You have a better car than I do," he snorted quietly.
“I also have a mechanic as a father,” Kurt said cheerily, glancing over and winking. “It has its perks.” He took an exit, heading towards the West Market. “Thanks for letting me tag along tonight... it was the best fun I’ve had in a long time.”
"S'cool. Glad you came," Dave replied, stifling a yawn.
“It was my pleasure, really,” he smiled. “Tired...?”
"As fuck," Dave laughed quietly, scrubbing the back of his hand roughly over his eyes.
Kurt laughed. “We’ll be back soon.” The car ride passed with small talk and before long Kurt was pulling up outside Dave’s apartment. The street was quiet and empty and dark as Kurt killed the engine on habit.
“Well. Here we are,” he smiled. “Shall I walk you do the door?” He laughed, unbuckling Dave’s seatbelt for him.
"Might come back down stairs the fast way if you don't," Dave joked, sitting forward as he pushed his door open. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get so trashed."
“Hey, at least it’s not my fault this time,” Kurt grinned, climbing out too and placing a steadying hand on Dave’s back, leading him towards the steps. So now he knew where Dave lived too.
They took the stairs slowly. Dave was probably leaning on Kurt a little too much, considering their size difference, but it was a better alternative to trying to keep himself upright. "Hey did, um... your friend get home okay? Thought she came with you."
“Aaron took her home. He goes to Carmel and is in Vocal Adrenaline, and she’s been texting me to say she got home safe. It’s all good there,” he smiled, not at all minding the way Dave was leaning on him. “Are you going to be okay tonight...? You’re not going to get... get sick and choke and die or something, right?”
"Nah, I'm okay; been doing this for years," Dave joked. "I'm sorry 'bout Lucy. He didn't mean anything by that shit he was pulling. He's just an asshole sometimes. Oh, uh. Down there," Dave gestured down the right hand side of the hall once they got to the landing.
“I can see that,” Kurt snorted, his arm going a little more around Dave as he lead him down the hall. “It’s fine. It’s nothing that’s never been said to me before - for the most part.”
"What did he say...? I mean, he wasn't too fucked was he?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Oh, nothing creative. Called me a stalker and tried to convince me that I should sleep with him,” he snorted.
"...what? Fuck, I knew I should've hit him when I got the urge." Dave shoved his hand into the pocket of his jeans, fumbling for his keys. "You know I, uh. That's not like... what I think. About you. Right?"
“I should hope not,” Kurt laughed, “if you thought I was a stalker and then encouraged me, that’d be cruel.” He staggered a little, trying to hold Dave up as the man lurched. “Don’t hit him, I think beneath the assholery, he was trying to spare my feelings. In a weird way.”
"Sorry, sorry," Dave pulled away from Kurt, shouldering his front door once they got to it to balance himself. "Thanks, man. For the ride and dragging me to the door, I mean," he laughed, trying to sort out his keys.
“It’s fine, honestly,” Kurt laughed, letting his hand slowly slip from Dave. “I’m all for walking people to their doors,” he winked, “though I won’t hold out for a kiss.” Alright, so he was being a little flirty, but Dave was drunk and probably wouldn’t remember much of this and... he was allowed to be.
Dave laughed, but the sound was too quiet, barely a huff of a noise. He wondered why he'd never noticed how gorgeous Kurt's eyes were before. He wondered if this was what Lucy had been aiming for in his weird, drunken game of people chess. Then he wondered when he'd leaned forward and started kissing Kurt.
The noise that left Kurt was undeniably a whimper, his hands flying up to rest on Dave’s forearms as his eyes widened. He felt dizzy, the world spinning under his feet as his heart thudded against his ribs, his lips tingling with sensation and this single second was hotter than the entire dance with Lucy (minus the talking).
Dave was kissing him. Dave was kissing him.
Dave was kissing one of his students. He jerked back with a quiet noise, nearly dropping his keys. "Fuck I --shit, Kurt. I'm sorry," he mumbled, rushing to get his keys in the lock. "I'm just really drunk," he lied. Well, he was really drunk, that was true. But there was no "just" about it. He'd wanted to do that. Wanted to do it again. Dave got the door unlocked and opened it quickly. "Sorry," he said again.
Kurt could barely reply, absolutely frozen in shock and his hands still semi reaching out for Dave, lips parted and breath short. Shallow. “I-I-- uh...” he swallowed and inhaled sharply. “Wait, wait don’t-- wait, you can’t just--!”
But the door had already slammed shut before Kurt could get anything out of Dave. He reached blindly behind him to lock the door as he leaned against it, then slid down onto the floor. He didn't know how everything had gotten so completely fucked up...
Kurt didn’t know whether he’d just had the best three seconds of his life or the worst. “David...! You-- that’s completely... unfair...” he finally murmured. He stepped back from the door and turned after a second, heading downstairs. After scribbling a note along with his phone number he went back up and shoved it under Dave’s door.
Kurt spent a few moments just looking at Dave’s door before he left again, climbed into his car, and drove away. It hit him as soon as he opened his front door and he almost collapsed against it with a gasp, his trembling fingers brushing his lips.
Dave had kissed him. Dave had kissed him.
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AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 3,515 // 38,488
SPOILERS: None; AU-fic
WARNINGS: Teacher/Student
SUMMARY: Kurt's pretty sure nothing sucks worse than being the only gay kid in the changing rooms. It's hell but he does a damn good job of skipping gym for three years before he's caught and forced back. Luckily, Coach Karofsky seems to be on his side, and when Kurt accidentally sees a lot more than he was supposed to, he starts to see his coach in a whole new light. After all, who better to lose your virginity to than a (slightly) older, experienced man with a thing for 'twinks'? There's only one problem: Coach Karofsky refuses to give in to the idea, namely because Kurt's not even legal. On the plus side, Kurt's birthday is only three months away...
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
◄ 10 ►
Kurt was not drunk, but he was certainly playing off the excitement and the drunkenness of the band. Dave was still pressed along his side and he was laughing loudly at some slurred joke Scotty had made.
“That’s ridiculous, seriously,” he grinned at Scotty, slumping back in his seat. The best night of his life. Definitely.
Mercedes and Aaron had been joined at the lips for the better part of half an hour, but no one seemed to be bothered by it in the slightest. Of course, the fact that Dave, Scotty and Lucy were a good pitcher and five more shots in probably had something to do with it.
Dave knew he was going to regret getting so drunk the next day. He was just glad he was going to get to suffer through his hangover on a Saturday this time around. And maybe it was the alcohol, or just that he wasn't used to seeing Kurt out of school, but the way Lucy kept making eyes at him and slipping in dirty little remarks every chance he got was really pissing him off.
A new song started and Lucy perked up. "Oh! I love this song," he noted happily before downing the rest of his beer. "Hey Fuckface, dance with me."
"How 'bout I dance my foot up your ass," Dave replied with a snort. He didn't know how many times Lucy had asked him to dance over the years and he didn't know how many more no's it would take for his friend to realize that Dave just didn't dance.
"Fine," Lucy sniffed. Dave's gaze shot to his face. Lucy never gave up so easily unless he had another... oh. "You dance with me then," Lucy purred, leaning across the booth to grin at Kurt. "You're better looking anyway," he stage whispered.
Kurt slowly grinned, biting his lip in a way that was coquettish and... flirty. “There’s no need to remind David, it’s just cruel,” he joked before nodding. “Sure. Let’s dance. Dave, Scotty, I need to be let out please,” he said politely, trying to hide how pleased he was.
His first ‘dance’ with a guy. In a bar. With a really hot guy - and okay, it wasn’t David, but he’d settle for now.
Scotty moved right away, but Dave took his time, acting like he was too drunk to move any faster. He didn't know why but he'd just gone from vaguely pissed to to wanting to beat the living shit out of Lucy. Which was stupid, wasn't it?
When Lucy got up he shot a small smile at Dave and he almost did attack him. Even if Dave didn't get whatever it was that was bothering him, Lucy did --and he was doing it on purpose.
Kurt stood, self-consciously brushing himself down and smiling. He was suddenly nervous, exhaling softly as he blinked up at Lucy. “Dancing,” he laughed, “let’s.” It was stupid to suddenly be nervous - he could dance, did it a lot, and Lucy was drunk and... yeah. But it was his first and... it meant a lot. He didn’t wan to do something dumb.
Lucy all but dragged Kurt out onto the floor, arm going around the smaller man's waist.
"Hey! You're aiding your student in the loss of his virginity. If that's not good teaching, I don't know what is."
"Shut the fuck up, Scott." Dave snapped. He didn't like this. He never liked when Lucy did some of the shit he did; didn't understand it, either. But this time it felt oddly personal.
The second they were on the floor with the other couples and groups dancing, Lucy pulled Kurt close, hands skirting the line between okay and inappropriate. "You're really hot, you know that?"
Kurt tried not to giggle like an idiot as Lucy’s arm slipped around his waist. The heat, the weight, the flex of muscles and-- yeah. He could get used to it. Kurt swallowed as they slid into the crowd, his breathing picking up. He was nervous. Incredibly so.
The nervousness twisted into something hotter as Lucy pulled him close, his hands flicking up to his shoulders. His mouth was suddenly dry, his fingers twitching against Lucy as he spoke.
“W-well,” he breathed, “I could easily say the same.”
Lucy grinned. "I know." he agreed, unashamed. He was practically grinding against Kurt, hands smoothing down his sides as he guided him into a wholly sexual display that somehow passed for dancing.
Dave's eyes never left them. Just like Lucy wanted, he was sure. Lucy was a planner and --no, maybe that wasn't quite the right word. He was a plotter. And he was always mentally five steps ahead of where he was physically. Everything, probably since the moment Kurt had been lead back to their booth, had been thought through. The second he'd decided he wanted Kurt. Dave just couldn't figure out why the fuck he was so dead set on rubbing it in his face when Kurt was the one with the crush. Or used to have a crush. He wasn't sure if that was all settled these days or not and it wasn't something you asked about.
Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Lucy’s words but it died on his tongue as Lucy suddenly ground up against him. That was new. Incredibly interesting in all sorts of ways and... vaguely terrifying. Alright, it was also kind of hot, but luckily Kurt’s jeans were way too tight to get an inappropriate hard-on, even though he knew he’d gone bright pink.
Kurt’s hands tightened on Lucy’s shoulders, hands skimming to the space between them and his chest as he forced his body into movement - quickly getting into the rhythm and swing of the music.
Lucy leaned in close, lips brushing against the side of Kurt's neck, barely there. "You really like him, don't you?" he asked, tone oddly conversational and calm, all things considered. "Maybe you even wish it was him out here with you," he murmured, one hand sliding down from Kurt's hip, barely missing his ass as it settled a little lower.
Kurt froze, his eyes widening and staring blankly at the wall even as he was pulled closer and he shuddered, the feeling of Lucy’s lips at his neck sending a shiver down his spine.
“I-- that’s not...” he whispered, breathless.
Dave had waved over the waitress for another round of shots, despite Scotty's half-hearted protest, and downed two quickly.
"I bet," Lucy bit at Kurt's earlobe, "you got all dressed up and came out here just for him, didn't you?"
“That’s not the point,” he gritted out, even as his eyes flickered closed. “It wasn’t just-- just for David, I--”
"He's never going to give you what you want," Lucy commented, fingers idly brushing up Kurt's lower back. "Even if he wanted to, Dave's a good boy." He laughed softly, lips grazing over Kurt's cheek. "I'm not a good boy; I'll give you what you want."
Kurt swallowed hard, the sway of their bodies and the way the crowd parted suddenly letting him see Dave. Kurt’s eyes were wide, unsure and suddenly looking incredibly young and vulnerable.
“I think... you give him too much credit,” Kurt murmured, and while the way Lucy was pressing against him - his lips against his skin - was incredibly arousing... it was... scary too.
"Oh, really?" Lucy asked, tongue darting out to flick against Kurt's jaw. "So he's kissed you? Touched you? Fucked you?"
Kurt’s hands shook on Lucy’s chest as he exhaled raggedly. “N-No... it’s nothing like that, it’s-- we... it’s none of your business,” he finally managed to grind out.
"That's what I thought," Lucy smirked. "The fact of the matter is, you could give him all the time in the world and all he's gonna see is some kid he taught in gym class. I know it hurts to hear, but I'm just trying to save you from a world of pain --and him from stalking, or whatever it is you've been doing. Lucky for you, though, I like my boys with a little bit of crazy..."
“A world of pain...?” Kurt pushed back, gently, “you have no idea what I’ve been through...! I’m not going to be in Lima all my life, I’m going to NYC for college, so if I want to entertain a crush in my last year of school I will, thank you very much.” His jaw was tight, the heat of arousal crushed because... this was exactly what he was terrified of happening to him.
That he’d be rejected and rejected and rejected and then desperately sleep with the first guy who showed him a hint of interest. And the stalking comment burned.
Dave couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just sit there and watch his friend put his hands all over Kurt. And he couldn't look away so he was left with the option of breaking it the hell up. Then... then he'd go home and.
And he wasn't sure what came after that, but one thing was for sure: Whether it was the state he was in or something else, he and Kurt were definitely not just friends.
He all but shoved Scotty out of the booth so he could get out.
Lucy looked like he was about to say something else, but it died on his lips when he saw Dave pushing through the crowd to get to them. "Uh oh," he laughed. "I think we're in trouble."
"Get the fuck off of him," Dave snapped the second he was close enough to not have to shout over the music.
Kurt swallowed, taking the second to slip away from Lucy’s grip and stand closer to Dave, so grateful for the intervention. “It’s okay,” he said, touching Dave’s arm. “We were just finishing. Thank you for the dance, Lucy, I’m sure I won’t forget it any time soon.”
"What's the problem, Dave?"
"You're my fucking problem. I don't know what your deal is tonight but I told you he was my student an--"
"Yeah, I remember. Your student. I'm not his fucking teacher. I can try and get a piece of that if I want. Not like you can call dibs."
Most of the people on the floor has shifted out, away from them, to give them room, though most of them just kept dancing.
As much as Kurt had fantasized about two guys fighting over him, this... wasn’t as sexy and cool as he’d thought. In fact this was just awkward and he did not want to be the thing that spoiled the evening.
“David, Lucy, stop. Please. It’s a pointless argument - I’m not that easy,” he said lightly, trying to diffuse the situation. His hand was still on Dave’s arm. “Let’s just go back to the table.”
Dave nodded, but took a step toward Lucy instead. He reached out and clapped a hand roughly on the back of his friend's neck, pulling him in close. "You say one thing to him for the rest of the night and I swear to god I'll take you outside and beat you like a fucking dog, do you hear me?"
Rather than look scared though, Lucy smiled and nodded as if he'd just gotten what he wanted. "Sure," he shrugged.
“...okay,” Kurt breathed, following them back to the booth though he was looking uncertainly between the two. He could see their relationship was built on something weird, but... he didn’t want them to fight. Certainly not over him - though he was flattered by the way Dave had come in to save him, so to speak.
He sat down, sticking next to Dave.
*
A drink or two after Aaron had offered to drive Mercedes home, Scotty decided he was ready to pack up and head back to the motel too. Lucy had kept his word and dutifully kept himself quiet when it came to Kurt.
“I’d better go too,” Kurt smiled, standing and brushing himself down again and grabbing his CD. “Thank you so much for the amazing evening. Honestly. And your band is amazing.”
"God, I don't ever remember being that polite when I was eighteen." Scotty commented.
"You're still not polite." Dave snorted, moving to get out of the booth as Scotty stood. Dave swayed, reaching back to grab the seat.
"You, uh. Wanna ride with us? You're kind of completely trashed."
Dave glanced at Lucy then shook his head. "No. I'll get a cab."
“I can-- I... I can give you a lift back...?” Kurt offered, clutching the CD a little harder and smiling up at Dave. “Saves money, and I have room...”
"That is the best idea I've heard all night," Lucy spoke up before Dave had a chance to answer. Sometimes... sometimes Dave had no idea what to think of his friend. You couldn't pay him enough to spend even a second in Lucy's head, though, that was for sure.
"Yeah, I-- 'kay. S'go." Dave agreed. Kurt was right. It did save money, which was something Dave always had to keep in mind. And, as bad as it was, he would rather go with Kurt than take a cab.
Kurt shot Lucy a weird look. One moment he was being told to stop being a stalker, the next encouraged to drive Dave home...? Weird. But he smiled and nodded, heading towards the exit after waving to the band. The blast of cold air hit him out of nowhere and he shivered, wishing he’d brought a coat for a moment. “Is there anything you need to grab from your car?”
"Nah," Dave was pretty sure he couldn't walk in a straight line if he tried.
“Okay,” Kurt smiled, leading him to the Navigator and opening the door for Dave. “If you’re going to be, uh, sick... open the window, okay?” He went around the other side and climbed in, closing the door behind him and pulling on his seatbelt.
"I'm good," Dave laughed. "Generally my body saves the fun shit for the next day." He fumbled to buckle himself in after closing the door, managing to get it on his fifth try.
“Ooh, lucky you,” Kurt laughed, waiting until he was in before starting up the engine and the AC, making sure it was warm. He slowly pulled out of the parking space and swung his car onto the main road, settling in his seat. “Directions,” he smiled.
"West Market. The Mount Vernon apartments." Dave settled back into his seat, closing his eyes. "You have a better car than I do," he snorted quietly.
“I also have a mechanic as a father,” Kurt said cheerily, glancing over and winking. “It has its perks.” He took an exit, heading towards the West Market. “Thanks for letting me tag along tonight... it was the best fun I’ve had in a long time.”
"S'cool. Glad you came," Dave replied, stifling a yawn.
“It was my pleasure, really,” he smiled. “Tired...?”
"As fuck," Dave laughed quietly, scrubbing the back of his hand roughly over his eyes.
Kurt laughed. “We’ll be back soon.” The car ride passed with small talk and before long Kurt was pulling up outside Dave’s apartment. The street was quiet and empty and dark as Kurt killed the engine on habit.
“Well. Here we are,” he smiled. “Shall I walk you do the door?” He laughed, unbuckling Dave’s seatbelt for him.
"Might come back down stairs the fast way if you don't," Dave joked, sitting forward as he pushed his door open. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get so trashed."
“Hey, at least it’s not my fault this time,” Kurt grinned, climbing out too and placing a steadying hand on Dave’s back, leading him towards the steps. So now he knew where Dave lived too.
They took the stairs slowly. Dave was probably leaning on Kurt a little too much, considering their size difference, but it was a better alternative to trying to keep himself upright. "Hey did, um... your friend get home okay? Thought she came with you."
“Aaron took her home. He goes to Carmel and is in Vocal Adrenaline, and she’s been texting me to say she got home safe. It’s all good there,” he smiled, not at all minding the way Dave was leaning on him. “Are you going to be okay tonight...? You’re not going to get... get sick and choke and die or something, right?”
"Nah, I'm okay; been doing this for years," Dave joked. "I'm sorry 'bout Lucy. He didn't mean anything by that shit he was pulling. He's just an asshole sometimes. Oh, uh. Down there," Dave gestured down the right hand side of the hall once they got to the landing.
“I can see that,” Kurt snorted, his arm going a little more around Dave as he lead him down the hall. “It’s fine. It’s nothing that’s never been said to me before - for the most part.”
"What did he say...? I mean, he wasn't too fucked was he?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Oh, nothing creative. Called me a stalker and tried to convince me that I should sleep with him,” he snorted.
"...what? Fuck, I knew I should've hit him when I got the urge." Dave shoved his hand into the pocket of his jeans, fumbling for his keys. "You know I, uh. That's not like... what I think. About you. Right?"
“I should hope not,” Kurt laughed, “if you thought I was a stalker and then encouraged me, that’d be cruel.” He staggered a little, trying to hold Dave up as the man lurched. “Don’t hit him, I think beneath the assholery, he was trying to spare my feelings. In a weird way.”
"Sorry, sorry," Dave pulled away from Kurt, shouldering his front door once they got to it to balance himself. "Thanks, man. For the ride and dragging me to the door, I mean," he laughed, trying to sort out his keys.
“It’s fine, honestly,” Kurt laughed, letting his hand slowly slip from Dave. “I’m all for walking people to their doors,” he winked, “though I won’t hold out for a kiss.” Alright, so he was being a little flirty, but Dave was drunk and probably wouldn’t remember much of this and... he was allowed to be.
Dave laughed, but the sound was too quiet, barely a huff of a noise. He wondered why he'd never noticed how gorgeous Kurt's eyes were before. He wondered if this was what Lucy had been aiming for in his weird, drunken game of people chess. Then he wondered when he'd leaned forward and started kissing Kurt.
The noise that left Kurt was undeniably a whimper, his hands flying up to rest on Dave’s forearms as his eyes widened. He felt dizzy, the world spinning under his feet as his heart thudded against his ribs, his lips tingling with sensation and this single second was hotter than the entire dance with Lucy (minus the talking).
Dave was kissing him. Dave was kissing him.
Dave was kissing one of his students. He jerked back with a quiet noise, nearly dropping his keys. "Fuck I --shit, Kurt. I'm sorry," he mumbled, rushing to get his keys in the lock. "I'm just really drunk," he lied. Well, he was really drunk, that was true. But there was no "just" about it. He'd wanted to do that. Wanted to do it again. Dave got the door unlocked and opened it quickly. "Sorry," he said again.
Kurt could barely reply, absolutely frozen in shock and his hands still semi reaching out for Dave, lips parted and breath short. Shallow. “I-I-- uh...” he swallowed and inhaled sharply. “Wait, wait don’t-- wait, you can’t just--!”
But the door had already slammed shut before Kurt could get anything out of Dave. He reached blindly behind him to lock the door as he leaned against it, then slid down onto the floor. He didn't know how everything had gotten so completely fucked up...
Kurt didn’t know whether he’d just had the best three seconds of his life or the worst. “David...! You-- that’s completely... unfair...” he finally murmured. He stepped back from the door and turned after a second, heading downstairs. After scribbling a note along with his phone number he went back up and shoved it under Dave’s door.
Kurt spent a few moments just looking at Dave’s door before he left again, climbed into his car, and drove away. It hit him as soon as he opened his front door and he almost collapsed against it with a gasp, his trembling fingers brushing his lips.
Dave had kissed him. Dave had kissed him.
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