The rustle of the leafs and the creak of the rusty chains feel like home to him, so damn familiar like a well worn scarf. The smell of wood chips and grass is better than the most expensive perfume. Dave never questioned him once while they walked the short distant to the abandon park just blocks away from the school. Where children's laughter had once filled the air is now a ghost town of rust. No one came here anymore. Maybe it was because parents finally came to their sense about what a tetanus filled death-trap this place was or maybe because the nostalgia of playground games has been overpowered by texting and game systems.
Regardless of all the flaws and rust, this was Kurt favorite place in the entire world. It was the only place he could remember laughing freely with those around him. Of feeling like he belonged, that he wasn't a toxic outcast who destroyed everything his soft hands touched.
Dave didn't seemed to mind the harsh dilapidated surroundings, the tension gone from his shoulders. His mind looked uncluttered, carefree. Grin over at Kurt from where he sat over at a picnic table while Kurt opted for the swings. The blue one, his favorite. The one he had set a claim to since early childhood. Kurt twisted clockwise, twisting the chains into a jumbled mess only to release and giggle playfully as the world spun in circles. He'd be jolted forward again, locking eyes with the jock across the way and smiles so wide his face hurts.
The look he received in return is utter glee and a hint of something else... like he was studying Kurt, his smile. It struck Kurt that Dave had probably never seen the smaller boy smile before, he's seen him cry, scowl and be downright pissed off within an inch of his life but has never seen him smile. The thought is enough to melt said smile right off of his face. He tears his eyes away and suddenly finds his shoe the most interesting things on the planet cause that all he can seem to look at.
He thinks back to the days when things were simpler, when Dave Karofsky wasn't Dave Karofsky, hockey player, but little David Karofsky. The boy who was so much smaller than the other children, much like Kurt. Who never went anywhere without his trademark goofy grinning, missing two front teeth and all. Where he would hold Kurt and Noah Puckerman's hands while they races towards the slide.
That trademark grin was replaced with a sour scowl and hand holding because shoving, scraped knees became bruised ribs. Life wasn't simple anymore. Noah didn't dream of being the next Michael Jordan. And Dave no longer wished to be an astronaut and be at one with the stars. Kurt, he still wanted to be a princess but he'll keep that one to himself.
Abandoning his blue swing Kurt crosses the small distant that stands between him and a person who
played such a monumental part of his childhood even if he doesn't remember. Kurt does. Sometimes he's afraid to forget.
"Do you remember this place?" He asks as he takes a seat to Dave's left. Not too close but not too few away that he can't feel the body heat radiating from the larger boy. The other boy shrugs, it's clearly just a memory here or there. He's not like Kurt, he don't need to hold on to these memories as tight as he can so he doesn't feel like he's losing everything he is.
"This is my favorite place in the entire world." Kurt states with such finality that no one could dare question the statement. "I wasn't any different here. I was just me. And people didn't care. I wish I still I could still know what that feels like."
"Hudson tried to make me eat a salamander once." Okay so maybe it wasn't the deepest response to Kurt musings but at least it was something. "He double dog dared me." He says it with conviction like to this day that dares still means something.
Kurt wriggles up his nose in disgust before asking, "Do you do it?" Dave laughs loudly, like actually laughs, not the dry chuckles that usually follow a dumpster dive or slushying. It's a beautiful sound, like bells chiming yet masculine.
He shakes his head a few times and offers up a brilliant grin, just for Kurt. "Nah. I told him that I didn't do things like that because it's what other people wanted me to." The smile fades. "So much for that huh?" He's looking down at his clasped hands, clenching and unclenching his fingers.
"Dave, why'd you do it?" The jocks pulls his gaze away from his hands to meet Kurt's.
"Do what?" He whispers.
"Kiss me." Kurt whispers back. Leaning closer to the other boy, faces now merely inches apart. Kurt can feel Dave's breath ghost across his face. With a shutter intake of breath Dave closes the space between the two, lips brushing again those of Kurt. Kurt can feel everything in the kiss, Dave's desperation, his silent apology, his explanation.
Pulling back, just enough so he can whisper across Kurt's lips. "I'm tired of doing things because they're what other people want me to."
A/N: Short, I know, sorry guys. But don't fret more is on the way. I haven't even started writing the 4th chapter, but I assure you that it will be written tomorrow and posted like minutes after I finish. I'm going to see paranormal activity 2 with friends and crashing at their house so maybe I'll bring my laptop and crunch out a few chapters for y'all. We shall see. So for all those curious about this song I speak so highly of, go to google, type in Katie Prior and its the first link, it should say something about triple unearthed, click on it and the song is in the upper right hand corner kindof, don't blink cuz you'll miss it and click download Nothing as it seemed. I highly recommend you all listen to it Cuz it is soooooo Dave's anthem and I'll love you forever!