Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His senior year had not ceased to be awkward since he'd found himself in advanced French with Dave Karofsky and had to endure the boy's staring every day for an hour. How Dave had gotten into advanced French in the first place was a mystery, and how he was passing it when he spent all his time looking at Kurt instead of paying attention to the teacher was utterly unfathomable.
Most days, Kurt just tried to ignore him. Sometimes it even worked. Today, however, he didn't just sense those eyes on him, he felt them, like that uncomfortable, prickly itch of heat between his shoulder blades when the weather took an unexpected turn for the warm on a day when he'd dressed for cold. Pausing in his note-taking, he turned his head slightly to the side and locked eyes with Dave, intending to give him a bitch glare that would hopefully ward him off all the staring.
He wasn't prepared for what he saw, however. Dave wasn't leering at him, or glaring, or even just staring blankly. He looked…sad. Kurt's brain flashed through the handful of times he had seen an unguarded expression on the other boy's face: joy, fear, remorse. None of those came anywhere close to the naked longing he saw etched into those features, the heartbreaking mix of self-loathing and wishful thinking and just…complete sadness. He felt a pang in his chest and a sudden ridiculous desire to do something to wipe all those emotions off Dave's face completely, replace them with almost anything else. Preferably more joy.
Suddenly, Dave seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he had been directing so powerfully at Kurt's back, and realize that Kurt was looking at him. He smiled apologetically—and still so very sadly—and dropped his eyes, but not before Kurt caught the creep of color up his cheekbones. Oh my God, he realized. I just made David Karofsky blush.
He turned back around in his seat, feeling his own cheeks heat up with that realization. He tried to busy himself with notes for the rest of class, even though he could feel the moment that gaze returned to his back. Kurt tried to shrug off the sensation of those eyes on him as best he could, but when the bell range and Dave was the first one out the door, pointedly looking anywhere but at Kurt, he couldn't stop the random thought that ran through his head as he stared at Dave's retreating back:
One day, I'm going to find a way to wipe that frown right off your face.
Author's Note: I really have no idea what this is. Like I said in the A/N for "Touch," I just haven't been able to get shit done or focus on things lately, but sometimes a scene will pop into my head and I have to get it down onto paper. This is one such scene, short and sweet and entirely without any universe to fit into, or anywhere else to go. Just...a moment between Kurt and Dave.
~ The Raisin Girl