Six weeks later
Dave was sitting on the bench in his locker room wrapping his ankle. He had taken a hard hit into the boards earlier that night and had injured his ankle. He was told by the doctors to stay off his ankle for the next month and that he needed to be healthy for playoffs, so he was going to be scratched until the end of April. So that meant he had ten weeks off. Ten weeks to ponder and well and think and that did not bode well for him.
Of course, when Santana found out, she was so excited. This mean he could go with her to Lima to watch her ex-boyfriend, Puck, marry her ex-enemy, Rachel. Their wedding was the first weekend in March back in Lima in their hometown synagogue, and Santana hated going to weddings alone. She also needed his moral support because it would be her first time to see Brittany since they had broken up and she had begun to date Mike Chang. Santana was still bitter about it and was very much still in love with her.
Dave flew into Lima and quickly made his way to his childhood home. It was rather empty since his mom had left them when Dave refused to go way to "Pray Away the Gay" camp and get reoriented. His dad worked extra hours, due to being lonely, so he was always across the country going to conferences on mental health and talking to schools about bullying and suicide. Dave was extremely proud of his dad, but couldn't help but feel guilty with his mom leaving and his dad even needing to talk about bullying and suicide.
He saw his old ice skates hanging on his wall and picked them up. He decided to try them on. He was shocked to see that they still fit and just needed to have the blades sharpened. He drove his old pickup to the hockey shop in town and got his skates sharpened and bought a new pair of laces.
An hour later he was at the skating rink and skating through the pain of his ankle. By the second hour he could no longer feel the pain and he felt himself getting stronger as he picked up speed and was able to do various hockey moves on the ice.
It was like feeling home and alive for the first time in a long time and he missed the simple feeling of just enjoying skating on the ice and not trying to impress anyone.
The rest of the weekend blew by in a breeze, and then it was Sunday afternoon and time for the wedding. He picked Santana up and assured she looked hot in her green dress and that Brittany would want to do her on the dance floor.
And then they were at the wedding. And Kurt was there, looking hot in a tight pair of gray dress pants and a dark blue button up shirt, and Dave found himself wanting to do Kurt on the floor.
And he wanted to escape and run away. So he went to the park. He used to sit on the swings when he was in high school, especially when he was struggling with coming out and being who he was.
He didn't know how Kurt found him, or why he had even followed him, but he showed up. He sat down beside him on the swings and it was awkward and tense and Dave felt irrationally angry at him.
"You didn't like the wedding either?"
"The wedding was fine. I'm happy Berry got someone to put up with her drama."
"I hate weddings. Just a painful reminder of how far away I am from getting married."
Dave scoffed at that,
"Really? You're worried about getting married? The guy that accused me of planning out entire future after one night sex and running scared, is worried about not finding someone? Or let me guess, you're just worried you might have to settle for a guy like me."
"What the hell is your problem?"
"You're my problem, Kurt. I don't want to be talking to you right now. You want to know why I left the reception? Because you were driving me distraction with your getup. So I left so that I wouldn't make an ass of myself, and then you fucking follow me anyway. So you are my problem, Kurt."
Kurt looked shocked at Dave's sudden outburst.
"You think I'm hot?"
"Uhh, yeah. I pretty much think you're hot, regardless of what you wear."
Kurt grinned and then got off his swing.
"Come here."
"Why?"
"Because we can't have sex on the swings, but there is a restroom here. So come on."
"You want to have sex in a public restroom at the park? Are you insane? We could get arrested!"
"Only if we get caught. And it's like nine o'clock on a Sunday night. No one else is coming tonight. And you really don't want to have sex with me? Don't you remember what New Year's Eve was like?"
Dave groaned. He really wanted this, but he didn't want it either. Then Kurt's hand brushed the front of his pants and his first thought took over.
And that's how he found himself holding Kurt up against the wall in the bathroom, trying to fuck him into the next county. Kurt bit down on his shoulder roughly and Dave shuddered as a powerful orgasm ripped through him. He realized too late, that in his sexual fog, he hadn't even asked about a condom and had in fact been the last thing on his mind. He pulled out and set Kurt back on the floor.
He pulled up his pants and fixed his hair and splashed some water on his face,
"That was really fucking stupid, Kurt. We can never do that again."
"Right, until it does happen again. I don't know about you, but this is the best sex I can remember happening in like, ever."
"I wasn't talking about that, Kurt. We didn't use a condom. Do you realize how fucking stupid that is?"
Kurt looked offended,
"What you think I'm not clean, and so now you're freaking out and thinking I passed on some STD or Aids?"
"I don't know, Kurt. Heck, even you don't know."
"I do know that I'm clean. I get tested every three months and each time it comes back clean. So you can stop worrying that I gave you a STD, because you were too horny to fucking stop to ask for one."
"You could have also asked for one too, Kurt."
"Well unlike you, I trusted you. I know that you're not one to fuck around and since you're not in a committed relationship, I didn't think you'd be out fucking random guys."
Dave just rolled his eyes.
"Come on. We should get out of here."
"What, so you can judge me some more?"
"I'm not judging you. I was definitely at fault for not insisting on one, but we are going to get tested tomorrow, together."
"Are you sure you aren't the one with an STD? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"
"Because it's incredibly unsafe to have unprotected sex with anyone, not just homosexuals. In general, it's best to always use a condom."
"Fine. We'll get tested tomorrow. Then you can go back to Boston and be a judgmental asshole there too."
"I'm not a judgmental asshole. Do you need a ride home?"
"No. I don't feel like going back there right now."
"So where you do want a ride to?"
"Nowhere. I think I might just take a walk."
"Not at night, especially not by yourself."
"What about you? You're the one who walked to the hotel from my apartment."
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a huge athlete and I can handle myself. I'm not a gorgeous wispy actor who could be easily carried away."
"No need to make me sound like a romance fiction heroine, but I do like the part where you call me gorgeous and wispy. How about we go to Denny's and we can talk more about how my finer qualities over shitty breakfast foods?"
"Fine, but you're paying. After all, you have a manservant, a cook, and a chauffeur."
Dave and Kurt spent the next eight hours together eating at Denny's, then Kurt invited David back to his parent's house for a movie in his basement, which led to another round of sex, complete with condoms and lube and Kurt holding Dave in him and whispering how fucking good he felt inside him as he came for the second time that evening.
They fell asleep as the sun was coming up and slept until noon. After taking a shower and some severely runny eggs that Kurt made, they made their way to the clinic. Dave waited as Kurt got tested and then got tested himself.
Kurt was gone when he got out and he felt a sharp twinge of pain go through his heart. He should have known better than to think Kurt would have wanted to spend any more time with him.
He went back to his dad's house and packed his things. He had to get back to Boston and physical therapy and to get far away from Kurt and ill-advised sex.