Part of my Contrasts and Revelations verse (brought from tumblr) but can be read separately. So the idea to write some Davastian friendship overcame me this morning after seeing Grants and Max's tweets, and the complete idea for this story formed after watching the video to one of my favorite songs. :D The guy just reminded me a lot of Grant and the girl has Kurt like features and my muses work in odd ways. .com/watch?v=CPEBN2dVNUY&ob=av2e
To Dave: Why did I think I could do this?
Kurt presses send on the message and lays his phone on his chest, not quite ready to give in to crying but past masking them either. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, eyes trained on the ceiling where his roommate has hung icicle lights that spread a soft glow and toss heavy shadows across the room. It's five minutes or so before Dave responds, always seems to be that way these days, and Kurt doesn't respond right away either. He grips the phone and feels its vibrations, making the moment linger and holding the anticipation close to his heart.
It has become sort of his thing, a private game. He holds the phone and counts to ten because once he presses view now it will be over and he will be waiting again. He hates the intervals between texts, between skype dates, between visits more than he hates bad fashion sense and spoiled models who think more of themselves than they should. But he only ever counts to ten because eventually the craving to hear Dave, to have some piece of him even as small as a text always overcomes everything else.
From Dave: Because you can. Jules still giving you problems?
To Dave: He quit on me. The jackass quit two weeks before the show and he knows we won't be able to find another model who can wear his pieces, curse his ridiculous height. Monique and the others are completely freaking out.
From Dave: You're alright though?
To Dave: I have a virtually useless degree in musical theater that I've left gathering dust because I somehow let you convince me I could make some doodles in a notepad couture, and after three years of busting my ass to get here it's all going to shit. What do you think?
From Dave: Taking that as a no.
To Dave: You're so perceptive Dr. Karofsky.
From Dave: Don't have the doctorate yet and don't need one to know you. You always curse more when you're really riled.
To Dave: Well. At least this means I can come back to New York. Sure I'll be stuck serving coffee and scampering after every off off Broadway production that will have me. But I'll get to see you.
From Dave: No way. Not letting you give up. Can't you do it without him?
To Dave: No. Call me vain but the line is nothing without my designs and somehow I let that asshole charm me into thinking he'd be the perfect hanger.
Only he wasn't. Jules was in actuality a self entitled prick who couldn't take no for an answer and when he couldn't get his way decided to be a vindictive asshole.
From Dave: Okay then, babe, forget him. Not to rush but I got night class and I don't get what's going on here. Kurt Hummel doesn't let some stuck up creep stand in his way. Find another model.
Kurt's lips spread into a smile, because he'd wondered how long Dave would humor him.
To Dave: Well I have someone in mind actually but I don't know if he'll do it. He's not one of or regulars but he's done a few shoots for Seventeen that were pretty fantastic.
From Dave: Who?
To Dave: Sebastian.
From Dave: Smythe? Why wouldn't he do it?
Kurt snorts. Maybe because he couldn't stand Sebastian Smythe any more than he could Jules and the feeling was most certainly mutual.
To Dave: Because the last time we saw each other he accused me of trying to drown him.
From Dave: You did push him in the Thames, Kurt.
To Dave: It was an accident. I mean the falling over the rail part. Wiping that irritating smirk off his face was totally intentional.
From Dave: What is it with you two? Just ask him, he'll do it. You know Blaine will make him do it.
To Dave: Yeah he would, if they weren't officially over as of this morning.
From Dave: Again, what now?
To Dave: Distance, the usual. Blaine's still in NY, Sebastian's here. Blaine's worried he's running around with this other intern. Wouldn't surprise me.
From Dave: Yeah it would. Just ask him Kurt.
To Dave: I would, only Blaine's still pretty mad and I want to ease him into the fact that they'll have to see each other in less than two weeks and play nice. I haven't seen either of you in ages and when you're here I want you all to spend the night basking in my triumph. And I want you, David, all to my self and naked for as long as I can keep you that way. Which won't happen if Blaine comes ready to wage war on Sebastian and we have to referee until they combust. Do you think they do it for the hate sex?
From Dave: Don't ask me to figure those two a masters in pyscology and I still can't. I have to get to class, babe. I call Smythe, you're working on Anderson?
To Dave: You're a brilliant man Dr. Karofsky. Sure you can't start Vkay earlier? Paris is lovely in spring and I'm lovelier naked. I could totally be waiting naked for you.
From Dave: Going to class now. Maybe I'll figure out why my boyfriend confuses love with torture and I don't run for my life.
Kurt giggles, presses the phone to his chest for a moment as he lets the giggles turn into out right laughter. Three months is just too long to go without seeing his boyfriend. They are both doing what they want, following their dreams and he knows it's only temporary but he misses him just the same.
To Dave: Love me?
From Dave: Always.