I haven't been to a prom since 1989 (our prom theme was "When I'm With You" by Sherriff, check it out on YouTube, kiddies), so hopefully my description's not completely off for a modern prom. I also had to fight the urge to picture the "Prom Tonight" song and dance number from Not Another Teen Movie the whole time I was writing it. ;-) Thanks so much to everyone who's read, favorited and/or signed up for alerts, but special love goes out to my fabulous reviewers. XOXOXOXO
Chapter 2
The McKinley High School gymnasium had been completely transformed. The color scheme was royal blue and silver, and the room was covered with streamers, confetti and other decorations in those colors. There were round tables set up on the outer edges of the gym, and in the center was a dance floor underneath a huge disco ball. The DJ was set up in the corner, lights pulsing and music already pumping through the room.
The Hummel-Hudson brothers and their dates spotted their friends almost immediately, sitting at one of the big tables. They went over, and immediately Rachel and Kurt started gushing over all the girl's dresses. Finn rolled his eyes a little, and said, "What are you all doing sitting around? This is one group that's not usually easy to peel of the dance floor."
"We wanted to wait for you guys to get here, so we can get at least one group picture before the craziness starts." said Mercedes, holding up a camera and looking gorgeous in the white Grecian style gown that Kurt had helped her select. She handed the camera off to Lauren from the AV club and motioned for everyone to gather together.
"Closer!" yelled Lauren over the music. "I can't get you all in frame!"
The teens had no problem with that request, and squeezed as close to their dates as they could get. Dave positioned himself slightly behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around his waist. He gently bumped his crotch up against that cute little ass of Kurt's, hoping to pass it off as an accident. Kurt looked behind him knowingly. "Behave yourself." His huge grin belied his words of restraint, though. "We just got here." Then he winked at Dave and turned back to the camera, putting his hands over Dave's.
After that they all dispersed to the dance floor. "Fireflies" was just beginning to play, so the couples drew close together for their first slow dance of the night. Dave and Kurt went easily and unashamedly into each other's arms. Dave knew they were making total goo-goo eyes at each other, probably making some people uncomfortable , but he really couldn't find it in himself to give much of a shit. He was at the prom with his amazing boyfriend, and he wasn't going to hide or hold back any more than the hetero couples did.
He smiled adoringly at Kurt. "I think this is the part where I tell you how great you look tonight." he said. He wasn't just being polite, of course. Kurt was heart-stoppingly attractive in a dark sapphire D&G velvet and silk tuxedo, icy white satin shirt, and black bow-tie. His lapel held the white rose boutonniere that Dave had pinned on him earlier that evening. Dave had asked the florist to paint the tips of the rose petals with silver gilt, and the effect was well worth the extra expense. Kurt's hair was styled impeccably, and he smelled like heaven.
"Thanks." Kurt said. "You clean up pretty well yourself." He briefly stroked Dave's freshly shaven cheek, thumb lingering just slightly on his cute little mole. Kurt slid his hand down to Dave's chest, and laid his head next to it as they swayed to the last notes of the song. The DJ transitioned into Lady Gaga & Beyonce's "Telephone", and Kurt's head whipped up like he'd just heard there was a 60% off sale at H&M. His eyes got all big and he started to bounce to the rhythm. He grabbed Dave's hands.
Dave gave him a look. "No way, Hummel." he said. "We talked about this. I do not do fast dances. Nuh-uh, no way."
"Pleeeeeeeeease!" replied Kurt, batting his eyelashes. "I love this song!"
Dave put his hands on Kurt's shoulders and smiled. "I know you do." he said. "And I'm really going to enjoy watching you dance to it with other people, from right over there." He pointed at a nearby table.
"Oh fine, you big poop!" said Kurt playfully, waving Dave off. He boogied over to Mercedes, Brittany and Mike Chang, all of whom welcomed him with whoops and hollers.
Dave grabbed some punch on the way to the table and sat down to watch his boyfriend shake what had to be the finest ass in McKinley High School history (idly, he thought that Will Schuester certainly must have held that title at some point, back in his student days). The fast dancing thing had nothing to do with him trying avoid appearing effeminate; look at Mike Chang, he thought. The guy moved like he was in the LXD, and was pretty fucking masculine while he did it. No, Dave Karofsky didn't dance because he sadly possessed two left feet. His legs and feet were fierce and controlled in the ice rink, but put on some music and suddenly he looked like he was in the mid-stages of some terrible neuromuscular condition. Dave was proof positive that not all gay men could sing and dance like John Barrowman or Neil Patrick Harris. He looked around and saw lots of guys sitting this one out, watching their dates gyrate wildly and shooting the shit with their buddies. In fact, it looked like Finn and Sam were heading his way, having made their own escape.
They were discussing the Buckeye's chances for making it into the finals next season when Kurt, Rachel and Quinn returned to reclaim their boyfriends. Kurt was a little sweaty, perfect hair slightly mussed, and grinning from ear to ear. He dropped into Dave's lap and slung an arm around his neck. "That was fun!" he cried. "You don't know what you're missing!" He lowered his voice and spoke into Dave's ear, breath brushing his earlobe and making Dave feel a little tingly. "I'll get you out there before the night is done."
Dave cupped the back of Kurt's head and brought their faces to meet. He smiled beatifically, and said in the sweetest of voices, "The hell you will. I've given in to you on a lot of things. I even watched RuPaul's Drag Race with you that one time, even though I thought I'd pee rainbows for days afterwards. But this one is a dealbreaker, hon." Taking in Kurt's slight pout, he bent his head so their foreheads were touching. "Sorry." he said in a loving tone. He was relieved to see Kurt's lips change from a pout to a genuine smile.
He was just thinking about how kissable those lips were, when an abrupt jolt went through both of them. They both looked up to see Azimio and three other guys from the football team glaring at them disgustedly. Kurt tensed and sat up a little straighter, but Dave continued to lounge casually in his chair, not even making an attempt to remove his large hand from the back of Kurt's head. In fact, his fingers began to toy with the soft brown strands of hair, and he grinned slightly when he saw Azimio's eyes lock on to the movement. "Is there a problem?" he asked innocently.
"Yeah." replied Azimio. "You two homos are making us sick. That's our problem." He glared at Dave, getting all the more frustrated at the other boy's lack of reaction.
Dave tugged on Kurt's hair softly, and motioned for him to get off his lap so he could stand up. Smiling reassuringly at Kurt, he took his arm and gentlemanly settled him into the chair they'd just vacated. He turned to face his former friend, still smiling, and tugged on the bottom of his rental tuxedo jacket to straighten it. Without warning, his hand shot out and grabbed Azimio by the front of his shirt, dragging him closer until they met chest to chest. The smile dropped Dave's face, and his voice was almost scarily calm. "I thought we already went over this, but it seems like maybe you need a reminder." His grip on Azimio tightened even more. "You don't like it that things have changed. I get that. You don't like that I'm queer and I have a boyfriend, and that's fine by me. But there's a few things that haven't changed, in case you haven't notoced. I still play hockey. I still watch football, and can frag the shit out of anyone in this gym on Halo 3. A month ago, I could kick your ass if I wanted to, and even though you know I'm gay now, it's still true."
Azimio was starting to look a little worried. Dave wondered if the idiot was finally getting that he had no fear anymore, about anything. He had already been through the worst that could ever happen to him, and he was still here, standing strong. The struggle to admit who he was, to change into a better person, and to risk the rejection of all his family and friends was so earth-shattering, little shit like being picked on or called names was nothing. However, as much as he didn't care, he didn't appreciate these jackholes trying to ruin his evening with Kurt. He still had a lot of anger from years of repressing himself so fiercely, and it wasn't hard to direct it towards a much healthier target than himself for a change. "So let's be clear about this. If you ever bump into my boyfriend again, even by accident, I'm going to break every single one of your fingers, one by one. I'll fuck your hands up so bad, you'll never toss a football again, let alone heal in time for next season. And I won't even break a sweat doing it."
Dave didn't shout, or shake Azimio. He wasn't posturing, or deflecting; he was deadly serious, and wanted to make sure Azimio understood that. He wanted to do something to ensure that Azimio would leave him and Kurt alone for the rest of the night, but it had to be something that wouldn't get him tossed out of the dance. He looked over to check on Kurt, who still seemed nervous, and inspiration struck. He suddenly reached out with his other hand to grab Azimio's shirt with both hands, yanked him closer, and placed a loud, smacking kiss on his forehead. Azimio, as completely freaked out as Dave had hoped, reared back as if he'd been struck with a cattle prod, and Dave let instantly released his shirt. The momentum made Azimio stumble back, fall on his ass, and nearly knock over the three stunned football players behind him. Azimio looked up at Dave, convinced he'd gone absolutely batshit insane. "What the FUCK, dude!" he yelled, wiping furiously at his forehead.
From behind Dave's back, he heard an unexpected voice say, "Okay, ladies, do we have some kind of problem?" Dave turned around to see Coach Sylvester standing there with her assistant Becky, who was wearing a girlishly pretty, pink satin dress. Coach Sylvester was wearing her usual tracksuit, without a single stylish nod to her role as prom chaperone. She narrowed her eyes at Azimio lying on the floor, noting that he didn't appear to have any bruises and wasn't bleeding. "Anyone want to tell me what Rerun here is doing on the floor?",she spat. Everyone was silent, but with varying expressions. Azimio was aghast, his friends were obviously embarrassed, and Kurt was staring Dave with his mouth completely open. Dave had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face anyone had ever seen.
Needless to say, Azimio was not about to tell Sue Sylvester, or anyone else in the school who had not personally witnessed the event that Dave had kissed him. He scrambled up off the floor and said, "Nothing, Coach. I tripped, that's all." He then grabbed his friends and took off like a shot.
Dave turned to look at Kurt, and walked the short distance over to him. He placed his fingers on Kurt's chin, gently closing his jaw. He kissed his cheek, then walked over to where Becky and Coach Sylvester were still standing. He bent down to speak to the short girl with glasses. "Would you like to dance, Becky?" he asked. Becky lit up like a Christmas tree and turned to Coach Sylvester.
"Can I, Coach?", she asked excitedly, bouncing a little. Coach Sylvester looked from Becky to Dave with a strange look in her eyes. Extreme surprise, for sure, but there was something else in there Dave couldn't put his finger on. She nodded gruffly at Becky, so Dave took her hand and led her off to the dance floor, where they began to dance to "You and Me" by Lifehouse. Kurt looked at Coach Sylvester, and just when he thought the night couldn't get any more surreal, he saw that her eyes held the sheen of tears as she watched Becky sway on the dance floor with Dave. She caught Kurt staring. "What are you looking at, Judy?" she snarled, and walked off in a huff.
Kurt Hummel just smiled, and waited for his boyfriend to return from the dance floor.
I'm working on the next chapter right now, and hope to have it posted soon. For sure before the next episode airs - I don't want anything in "Furt" to dampen my enthusiasm for the Kurtofsky smut chapter I have planned. I'm nervous enough about writing it as it is!