Pairing: Kurtofsky
Rating: T
Summary: Kurt gets a secret admirer. Alternative version to the events of 'Heart'.
Notes: This was written before Heart, when we only had the spoiler of 'Kurt gets a secret' admirer. Posted to tumblr, but I'm sticking it on here too. ;D Oh, if only this had happened. But we got an "I think I love you", so I won't complain!


It Was You

"It was you." Kurt's voice almost failed him, but Dave looked much worse, his face already red and his eyes fixed on the ground like he didn't have the strength to even look Kurt in the eye.

"Surprised?" he asked the floor.

"Yes." Kurt admitted, "but I had a hunch."

"You're probably completely freaked out." Dave choked on his words, then after a deep breath, continued, "I wasn't going to tell you. Didn't think you'd want to know."

"I'm glad you did." It was all Kurt could think of to say because, honestly, his head was in fifty different places. Dave was the admirer. Dave was the one who'd made him feel that little flutter in his heart that he knew was so wrong, but that he'd relished anyway. And seeing him here, knowing who it was should make that flutter go away, the spark of mystery ebb away, but it didn't. The spark had kindled into a flame and now he just didn't know what he wanted to do.

Well. He knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't do it.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't…" Dave trailed off, and Kurt felt suddenly guilty. By the way he was reacting, Dave probably thought he was repulsed or something. Kurt wasn't sure if he was ready to admit that it was more the opposite.

"No, you… it's not that." Kurt tried to sound firm, but it came out more unsure than ever. "I just…I don't know how to react."

As soon as he said it, Dave flinched and managed to look even more uncomfortable than before. "I should go." he muttered, eyes plastered to the ground again.

He turned to leave, and Kurt's hand moved before he even thought about it, grabbing his arm. "Wait!" he said, face flushing because he didn't know what he was even telling Dave to wait for. Dave twisted around, and now Kurt's hand was just holding his arm for no apparent reason, but somehow he didn't think to let go.

"Kurt?" At least Dave was looking him in the eye now. Kurt couldn't help but feel his breath catching as he looked up at him, he looked so intense. He always looked intense, and that was one of the reasons he'd scared Kurt so much, but now…the look made him want to…to do something he was surely going to regret. "Kurt?" Dave said again, confused. Kurt had to look away from those eyes. His gaze travelled down to Dave's lips and, well, that was a bad idea. Dave saw where he was looking and his tongue darted out, a nervous habit, but as soon as he realized what he'd done, he bit his lip as if to try and stop it again. Kurt's eyes didn't leave even as he relaxed, and before he knew it, he was moving closer.

This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to come here and find out who'd been sending him the heart wrenchingly sweet letters, to realize they were some weirdo and to send them on their merry way. This feeling was supposed to go away, not get stronger.

Kurt took a deep breath, damned every feeling in his body, and kissed Dave Karofsky.

It took Dave barely a second to kiss back with more gusto than Kurt could have imagined. This was Dave's shot, after all, and more than anything he wanted to supplant the memory of their first kiss.

Kurt wasn't thinking about their first kiss. He wasn't thinking about anything except how amazing it felt and how much he didn't want to stop, even though the moral parts of his head were telling him to. He wanted this kiss, this warmth flooding his whole body, this excitement to last forever.

But then his mind finally caught up to him, and he remembered Blaine. His boyfriend. Damn.

Dave didn't look surprised when he pulled away suddenly. If anything, he seemed surprised that he hadn't done it earlier. Kurt stumbled backwards, out of Dave's soft grip, his fingers in his hair and Kurt's hands dropped from where they had been tightly gripping Dave's back. When had that happened anyway?

"I'm sorry." Kurt wasn't even sure who he was saying that to. "I can't."

He turned on his heels and fled, because he knew he couldn't stay there. Not now. Not after what he'd done. Not after what he still wanted to do.

He was going to burn the letters, he said to himself. He was going to burn them so that Blaine would never see them, and this was going to disappear. What just happened would disappear and with it his feelings too.

But somehow, even then, he knew he wouldn't do it. Because no matter how much he tried, that kiss was never going to go away. And the feelings…well, they'd only just begun.


TBC