Damn my uncontrollable need to keep Kurt as canon as possible! Out go the plans for instant smut, in comes angsting over sex. The smut will still be there in the end (ie in the next chapter); now it just takes some time to get to it!
Kurt stood in his bedroom. He took a deep breath. For all that he had worn 'out there' clothing in the past, he'd never worn anything so undoubtedly female before.
He was wearing Brit's old Cheerio's uniform. He'd had to adjust the fit of the chest, but otherwise it fit him remarkably well. His legs, pale and covered with fine dark hair, seemed to stretch for miles before they finally reached his sneakered feet. Kurt felt like a scarecrow – all long limbs and no co-ordination.
When the idea had first occurred to him, he'd just liked the idea of the fact that someone was interested in him – that someone thought he was attractive. So of course he wanted to make the most of it.
But now that it came to it, he was terrified. After Blaine's mocking of his previous attempts to be sexy, Kurt wasn't sure that he could do this.
He heard the doorbell ring, and Finn answering the door.
"Hey Kurt, your homework buddy's here." The yell echoed up the stairs.
Kurt tried to keep the wobble out of his voice as he called down, "Come on up, David!"
He heard David's footsteps on the stairs, and he steeled himself. He heard Finn's voice again, calling up, "Going to Qu-um... I'm going out. I'll be back late!"
Kurt sighed. If Finn didn't want people to know that he was seeing Quinn in secret, he really needed to get some lessons in discretion.
Another thought struck him – Finn was willingly leaving him alone in the house with a boy whose sexuality was unknown to him. This was improvement!
His train of thought was brought sharply back to the present by a soft knock and his bedroom door opening. Kurt turned to face the doorway with a tight smile on his face.
"Hey Kurt. I thought we could go ov-…er…" David's voice stumbled and halted. His eyes seemed to bulge out of his head as he unashamedly looked Kurt up and down.
Kurt's arms were folded tightly across his front. "Hi David." He took another breath and spread his arms in front of him. "What do you think?"
"I…" David sounded breathless as he looked Kurt up and down. "You look… you're wearing… oh my… you look…"
Kurt's arms crossed back in front of him and he looked at the ground. He'd got this wrong. He'd made an utter fool of himself. His face burned.
"… so so sexy," David finished, his eyes still travelling up and down Kurt's body like he could hardly believe the wonderful sight before his eyes.
Kurt looked up at him. Pale eyes met dark as Kurt looked at David in confusion.
"Really?" Kurt asked him, nervously.
"Absolutely." David managed to drag his eyes away from Kurt's figure long enough to walk the few paces into the room and take hold of both of Kurt's hands. "I can't believe you did this for me."
A small, though still very nervous, smile crept onto Kurt's face.
"You look amazing Kurt."
"Thank you." Kurt's voice was quiet.
David brought up his right hand to gently caress Kurt's face. "What's up? Why are you so scared? I'm not gonna eat you." He said this with a smile in his voice, but his expression turned worried as Kurt shrank away from his hand.
"I just… I don't know how to do the 'sexy' thing. I'm not really… comfortable. I… I wanted to do this for you; I liked the way you looked at me. But I'm… I don't feel sexy. I just feel stupid. I tried doing the whole 'sexy' thing with Blaine and he just laughed at me and I don't want-" Kurt stopped himself mid speech, then restarted. "I don't know how to be sexy, and I know that was what you wanted with the uniform and everything. I'm sorry."
David caught hold of Kurt's hand again and looked steadily into his tearful eyes. "Don't be sorry, Kurt. Never be sorry for how you feel. Kurt, listen to me. Every inch of you is sexy just as you are. You don't need to try to be anyone you're not."
Kurt smiled at him weakly. "Thank you. But there's also… I don't want you think… that me putting on the uniform means I'll… that I want to… um…"
David smiled reassuringly at him. "Don't worry, Kurt. Really, I'm quite content to just appreciate the view."
Kurt's smile widened.
David looked at him, trying to figure out what it was Kurt wanted.
"Do you want to just carry on with our homework for now?"
Kurt nodded happily, brushing his tears away. "Yes, please."
So the pair settled down together by Kurt's desk, getting to work on catching Kurt up to Dalton's standard in advanced calculus.
For an hour and a half, everything went well. Sure, David may have looked over in Kurt's direction more times than is usual for a study session, but other than that everything was normal.
The problem arose when Kurt absent-mindedly crossed his legs, forgetting about his current attire.
David glanced down and a tiny gasp escaped his mouth as he reactively turned away to look at the opposite wall. The splits in Kurt's skirt had revealed that he was wearing red spankies beneath it, and David could see the entire of Kurt's leg, right up to wear the spankies sat just beneath his hipbone.
Kurt looked at him questioningly, making a vague sound of inquiry. "?"
"I'm sorry Kurt, it's your legs. They're very… distracting." David moved slightly to look resolutely down at the page.
"Oh…" Kurt coloured as he glanced down, rapidly uncrossing his legs and adjusting the skirt so that the lower parts of his hips were covered. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. Um… maybe I should change."
David shook his head. "It's fine, Kurt, really."
"You really think I look sexy?" Kurt was still disbelieving, despite their earlier conversation and David's inability to focus on anything else for longer than a few moments.
"Yes! Your skin's so beautiful, like alabaster, so clear, and it looks so soft. But you don't look breakable, you look firm and strong. I just want t-" David cut himself off, eyes wide as he realised what he had been about to say.
Kurt flushed. "And the uniform?" he prompted, still trying to work out what David saw in him.
"I guess it's just a bit of a… I dunno… a kink of mine. I like the way that it covers everything that matters, but still gives you that tantalising glimpse, you know? You don't get that with guys' clothes."
Kurt made a slight shrugging gesture. "I'm sure I could find something in my wardrobe that fits the requirements."
A grin spread across David's face. "I'm sure you could, Kurt, and that's why you're so amazing.
"But you need to know, Kurt, it's not just the uniform; I really do like you. You're brave, and you're smart, and you're kind. And you're so, so sexy, and you don't even know it."
Kurt seemed to relax slightly; some of the rigidity went out of his posture, and his hands stopped twisting and twining themselves together. He smiled gratefully at the dark-skinned boy, who had a frank and open expression on his face.
"Do you really… you know… want to? With me?" Kurt asked him.
David reached across and took hold of Kurt's hand. "Oh, Kurt, you have no idea."
Kurt shook his head and pulled away slightly, though still leaving his hand clasped in David's. "I'm not ready."
"I know that. I'm happy to wait."
"You might have to wait a very long time."
"Then I'll wait a very long time." David said simply. "If you just want romance and holding hands for now, I'm happy to give you that. I like romance as much as the next guy. And you deserve it, Kurt."
Kurt nodded, unable to find words. David wasn't pushing him, like Blaine did. He didn't think Kurt was cowardly for running away from death threats and closeted bullies. He liked Kurt. He appreciated him. He wanted to have sex with him, but was willing to wait until Kurt was ready, however long it took.
Kurt didn't know how to respond to that. He wasn't used to other people considering his feelings, and taking them into account in the actions.
So instead of speaking, he just clutched David's hand tighter, trying to convey his gratitude and happiness through a simple squeeze. David seemed to know without words what he was trying to say, and squeezed back. They smiled at each other, and returned to their work, hands still clasped together.
When nine pm rolled around, Burt yelled up the stairs (after having returned late from work at about sevenish) that it was getting kinda late.
David stood, releasing Kurt's hand only to gather his things. As he moved to the doorway, Kurt stopped him with a single word.
"Wait!"
David looked up at him with smiling curiosity. Kurt walked up to him and took a preparatory breath.
"David, in the past I've been pretty bad at judging these things, so I just want to clarify: are we together now?"
"Absolutely, Kurt. If you want to be."
"I do. So much."
"There you are then," David said, reaching forward to gently stroke Kurt's cheek a second time.
He paused, and then, with a serious expression on his face, said, "I understand if you don't want to, but I have to ask: please may I kiss you?"
With a dreamy expression on his face, Kurt answered, "Yes."
And so David did. He bent down and brought his lips to meet Kurt's. Kurt tilted his head slightly and for a moment their lips were connected, before David pulled back.
It was a simple press of lips together, nothing more. But it was perfect. For that moment they had been in perfect synchronisation, and the world had stood still. This was the moment that Kurt would forever remember as his real first kiss.
After a whispered, "I'll see you in school tomorrow," with a look that clearly said 'and I will show the world how lucky I am to have you', David smiled his brilliant smile once more, and he vanished through the door and down the stairs to where an irritated-looking Burt was standing waiting.
Kurt moved to follow him, but halted in his tracks when he felt the flap of the skirt against his thighs. His dad was amazingly accepting, but Kurt thought that appearing from his bedroom with a flushed expression in a female cheerleader's uniform might be pushing things a little too far.
Instead, he leant back against his bedroom door, and dreamed of the future. He saw himself hand in hand with David at meal times, curling up together in front of a movie, laughing together over some poor woman's fashion disaster in the mall.
That night, for the first time in years, Kurt slept well, and soundly, happily dreaming of the days to come.
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