A/N: Apologies for the terrible grammar/shortness in these stories. They will be small, brief, one-word prompts based on (or around) the Kurtofsky (Kurt Hummel/Dave Karofsky) couple. they are more for my own personal amusement than anything else, and a challenge to myself to see how much I improve over time. I am quite terrible, but these are meant to be short drabbles and nothing more. If I truly become inspired by a word or theme, there may end up being a longer fic, but it really does depend! If you would like to leave a review, or a word prompt of your own, I would be more than happy to give it a try! Also, the one word prompt will be the chapter of the title.
These do not follow any logical or chronological order. They could also take place in an Alternate Universe/Timeline, depending on what angle the story ends up taking. Please, treat each one as a separate story, unless otherwise started. I'm sorry for the very long authors note, but you made it! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: Summer
Word Count: 534
Setting/Warnings: Normal Glee universe, during Dave's school years. Mild fantasy about Kurt.
Ever since he was a child, Dave had always loved summer. He loved the hot days when he could just sprawl out in his back yard and look up at the bright, cloudless blue skies. He loved to close his eyes and just breathe in the smell of the soft grass tickling his cheeks, accompanied by the warm kiss of the sun on his face. Most of all, he loved how on those warm sunny days brought on the sudden urge for most of the students to start shedding their winter layers and breaking out like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon.
Of course, if the topic came around, Dave would always argue with the guys over which chick looked best in a miniskirt, or marvel at how some of the hotter girls could be so cruel as to cover their bodies in sweaters and long skirts even in the heat. His heart never really managed to get into it. At first, his lack of attraction was barely noticeable, even to himself. High school brought on cheerleaders and miniskirts and scantily dressed females with nothing more than the need to be desired. In all of the pheromone-filled classrooms, his mind should be racing, just like a teenage boy's thoughts should be doing. Instead he found himself privately wondering why they put up with wearing such things when it only meant that the boys tried to look up them when they thought they weren't looking.
Luckily, he managed to stay off the hook for most of the school year, considering it was exceptionally cold when they first started and by the time the climate returned to normal, it was already well into Autumn. All of his naive thoughts ran away the second the hot weather next rolled around.
On this particular morning, a certain little diva strutted into school in a low cut shirt that allowed his skin to breathe, accompanied by fitted trousers that hugged his hips and spanned out around his legs. All of Dave's attention suddenly flew to his backside, and he found himself suddenly thinking about how firm it was and now good it would feel to touch it.
He knew something was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. Whenever he was around, all of that useless information flew out of Dave's mind. Kurt Hummel completely consumed his thoughts, and all the talk of girls and beaches seemed pointless when he closed his eyes and let his vivid imagination run away. Images of his hair, wet and plastered to his forehead as he burst from the surface of the water; tiny droplets cascading all the way down his bare skin. His lips parted as he gasped for air; eyes shining when they opened and gazed up in delighted freedom. Climbing out of the pool, shivering and laughing from the cold shock of the water but simply not caring.
Never mind that his thoughts were always so wrong; that he shouldn't imagine Kurt stretching in swim trunks or sprawled out sunbathing on a tropical beach. Never mind that they would never come true, at least not for his benefit.
To him, his secret was just another reason to love summer.