Title: Perfect, Chapter 3 (out of 3 chapters)
Author: larkin21, No beta.
Pairing/Characters: Gen-fic focusing on Dave, Kurt, and Blaine. Klaine exists but that relationship is not the focus. Slight one-sided Kurtofsky with some tension between Dave and Blaine. Brief appearances by Santana and mentions of other characters but otherwise just the three boys.
Rating/Warnings: R overall for language. A couple instances of homophobic slurs. No sexy times; just one Klaine kiss in chapter 3.
Word Count: 5,500+ for this chapter, ~17,500 total.
Summary:This story follows Dave, Kurt, and Blaine after prom. Somehow I've managed to drag a few hours out over 15,000 words.
Kurt stood a few feet away, waiting by Blaine's car on the street just to the right of the driveway. Dave still seemed a little agitated but Blaine, on the other hand, was clearly trying to force down his own giddiness as he approached Kurt. Kurt linked his hands with Blaine's without even thinking about it. When he glanced back towards the Bentley, he saw Dave quickly avert his gaze back to the dash but with the car turned off and the fact that Blaine had rolled the front window down, Kurt knew he'd likely be able to hear their conversation. Turning back to Blaine's smiling eyes, Kurt sighed quietly.
"Well, I think it's safe to say that tonight definitely wasn't what either of us expected, was it?" Kurt joked, trying to keep his tone light for his and Blaine's sake as much as Dave's. He wanted to apologize to Blaine for how fucked up the entire night turned out to be but he felt like doing so in front of Dave would only make Dave feel guilty. After all, Dave didn't know Blaine's story and why tonight was just as hard on him as it was on Kurt and Dave. Dave didn't know that Blaine feared tonight and that some of those fears manifested themselves in surprising ways. Just as Kurt felt his heart tighten while he thought about his own prom proposal to Blaine, his boyfriend's words interrupted his thoughts.
"No, not what I expected but still perfect ... in a way." Blaine started to lean towards Kurt but Kurt just felt his eyes becoming unfocused as he leaned away ... perfect. What a terrible fucking word.
"This is perfect. You couldn't face up to the bullies at your school so you can do it at mine. We can do it together."
Kurt felt his stomach constrict.
Dave's still on stage. This is perfect. He can come out and we can go through this torture together.
"Well, at least we both have a fucked up sense of what's perfect."
"That's perfect, Blaine. Thank you..."
Blaine nodded seriously and gave Kurt's hand a quick squeeze, perhaps tighter than necessary ...
Blaine searched Kurt's face, his own mouth open slightly and his brows pinched together in worried confusion.
Kurt, for his part, was again fighting back tears. Now that it occurred to him, he didn't want to drag Blaine into his guilt party. After all, Blaine shouldn't have to comfort him. Not since Kurt was the one who constantly pushed people into uncomfortable situations in the hopes of making his own discomfort more manageable. He didn't want to pull Blaine into his discomfort now, further perpetuating the cycle.
Except it was too late. Blaine knew something was wrong and while Kurt could lie on the spot in some situations, he couldn't when he was feeling emotional like this. So there was no tricking Blaine with a different answer or misdirection. Kurt just shook his head and bit back his tears as best he could.
"Kurt," Blaine started out slowly, still looking worried as he rubbed Kurt's forearms in a gesture that seemed to be an attempt to get his boyfriend to relax a little. Kurt felt some of the tension that had his posture so stiff slowly release. He continued to shake his head, though, and suddenly he fell forward. His shoulders shook as he rested his forehead on Blaine's right lapel and allowed his arms to drop to his sides uselessly.
"I'm so ... sorry."
"I'm so freaking sorry, Kurt."
Kurt hardly noticed the sound of the car door opening and two feet disturbing some loose gravel. Blaine stroked a hand over Kurt's hair and then dropped the hand to Kurt's chin to force his eyes up.
"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about, Kurt. You weren't responsible for what happened tonight any more than Dave was responsible. And we've already established that he's not responsible at all, right?"
Kurt let out a wet chuckle and nodded his head once before a sob escaped and the nod quickly turned into a shake again.
"No, but I am! I am responsible!" Kurt took a step back but his posture remained lax despite how worked up he clearly was again. "I kept talking and thinking about things being perfect. But I my only concern was it being perfect for me. Better for me."
Kurt took a shaky breath and was relieved to see Blaine just looking at him, allowing him to continue instead of interrupting him or trying to talk him down. Just like that moment in the hall after the queen announcement.
"I mean, I guilted you into coming to prom with me, talking about how fucking perfect it would be." Kurt noticed Blaine flinch slightly at Kurt's rare use of curse words but he continued on just as strongly, gesturing with his hands as he got angrier with himself. "And god, I told you it would be perfect if you'd go out in the parking lot by yourself after prom. I mean, shit, Blaine. I didn't even consider what that must have been like for you to even offer, much less go through with it after I told you it was just perfect. Too wrapped up in my own guilt at leaving Dave for so long that I didn't even thinkabout what that parking lot might have been like for you."
Blaine smiled crookedly at Kurt and Kurt felt himself almost get angry at it. "It kinda was perfect, Kurt. Yeah, I was scared, especially when we were about to split up. I didn't like you being alone anymore than I liked the idea of me being alone. But your focus on Dave helped me. Priorities, remember?"
Dave snorted angrily and Kurt mentally cursed Blaine for both saying the exact right thing to Kurt while also saying the exact wrong thing in front of Dave. Kurt looked over to the boy leaning against the Bentley, with his arms over his chest. His head was turned away towards the back of the car and he looked pissed. Kurt couldn't help but to wonder if the entire conversation had pissed him off or just Blaine's words about Dave and priorities ... like Dave was some pity case. If Kurt were completely honest with himself, though, both he and Blaine were essentially treating Dave like a pity case. It wasn't fair to Dave but Kurt didn't know how else to be. And Blaine, not attuned to Dave like he was to Kurt, either didn't realize how he was treating Dave or didn't understand why it was a problem.
"Besides," Blaine continued, drawing Kurt's attention back. "All things considered, your search for perfection helped me face my demons."
"Fucking great, Blaine!" Kurt blew up again. Blaine actually shrank away from him imperceptibly. "You face your demons and I stand up to a bunch of assholes, and in the process, you know what I do? I tell Dave that it's the time to come out, in front of those hateful jerks who voted me prom queen. I was thinking how perfectit was that Dave could share in my misery ... that they'd be staring at him instead of me. You know what that implies, Blaine? Come on, show off that expensive Dalton education and explain to the class the implications of my actions!"
"You didn't want them to hate me," Dave spoke up forcefully. Blaine must not have realized Dave had gotten out of the car because he whipped around quickly, causing him to stand beside Kurt instead of in front of him. Dave didn't react to the movement, though. His eyes were locked on Kurt's as though he was waiting for Kurt's reaction before he continued, "You might have wanted some of the attention away from you so turned to the massive target beside you but I know you didn't want them to hate me."
Dave and Kurt continued looking at each other, Kurt searching for any sign that Dave might just be trying to make him feel better. Kurt then felt Blaine's hand take his. As though the motion broke some kind of trance, Dave immediately looked away and got back into the car, slamming the door loudly behind him.
"You have to go," Kurt said, turning to Blaine and giving him a weak smile.
"You're still upset -"
"And you're late as it is," Kurt interrupted. "I'll be fine, really. But thank you Blaine. You've been amazing tonight. I wouldn't have gotten through this without you and I'm sorry for being such a fuck up."
"You're not a fuck up," Blaine told him seriously before he continued with a loving smile. "And honestly, I wouldn't have spent tonight any other way. I'm sorry you have regrets and I feel bad for what happened to Dave. But we're all going to make it through this, alright? Let's just ... try not to beat ourselves up, ok?"
"You're such an after-school special," Kurt answered with a scoff and roll of his eyes. Blaine only responded by leaning forward to kiss Kurt, pulling him into his arms for a moment. Kurt allowed himself to relax into the kiss as Blaine deepened it but as soon as their tongues met, Kurt pulled away. He put a hand on Blaine's chest to keep him from leaning in again, pushing back on him slightly. "Go on. I'll be fine. Seriously."
"Call me when you get home, ok?"
Kurt nodded, grateful that his boyfriend was allowing him to be the one to call even though Blaine was making the 30 minute drive home. It was refreshing that they both knew that Kurt might take longer with Dave than Blaine would take driving straight home.
"Goodnight, Dave," Blaine called, glancing briefly to the Bentley. Dave's only answer was a small nod and Blaine gave Kurt's hand one last squeeze before he turned to his own car. Kurt watched him adjust something on the radio and smiled as Blaine immediately started singing along before giving one last wave and driving off. Kurt stood there for a beat, not sure how to do what he needed to do next. Steeling himself, he turned towards Dave.
"Wait here," he muttered before moving on towards his house and jogging up the five stairs leading to his front porch.
"Sorry that took so long," Kurt said as he slid back in the driver's seat.
"No problem. Was he pissed?"
Kurt looked at Dave for a moment and considered lying to him but decided against it. "I didn't exactly tell him the entire truth."
"About which part? Giving me a ride home now? Or everything else that happened tonight?"
Kurt laughed despite himself. "Both, I guess. I'll tell him about prom queen later. And you too. I mean, not about you being gay," Kurt added hastily when he noticed Dave tense up. "I just mean about you and I being on good terms. Anything else is your business. But no, I didn't tell him about tonight. He and Carole were too worried about why Finn had been thrown out. I gave my limited version of it and then told Dad I was giving Santana's date a ride home."
"Uh, not bad, Fancy," Dave said, with a truly impressed look on his face that didn't quite match his nonchalant tone.
"Why thank you, David," Kurt responded with a smile, throwing his right arm over the back of Dave's seat as he turned over his shoulder to back the car out of his driveway. He noticed Dave eyeing his arm but decided not to comment. There were practical matters that Kurt wanted to address instead. "So, I understand if you don't want to talk about this ... or anything, really, but have you thought about school on Monday?"
Dave sighed and ran a hand through his hair as Kurt put the car in drive and pulled away from his house.
"I've thought about it. But I don't know, man. The easiest thing would be to just talk shit about you as soon as anyone gives me shit. But that feels pretty wrong."
Kurt just nodded thoughtfully, appreciative of the sentiment but not wanting to interrupt Dave's thought process.
"So maybe I'll just punchthe first person who says anything and I'll get suspended for the week and everyone will have gotten over it by the time I come back to school following week."
Dave sounded completely serious but when Kurt glanced over at him, he was pretty sure he could make out a playful smirk.
"Alright, I can't tell if you're joking or not but just in case you're not," Kurt started out slowly and continued with a wider smile after Dave let out a bark of a laugh, "I think you might need another plan. And while I'm really glad you don't want to talk shit about me, maybe there's a happy medium between that, punching someone in the face, and coming out? How would it go over if you just said something like you were worried Figgins would second guess the entire Bully Whips thing if you didn't dance with me? But in the end, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it?"
"Then they'd start giving me shit about Bully Whips again," Dave stated flatly. "But it's a good start. I'll be able to make something work out of that."
"Who's giving you shit about Bully Whips?"
Dave just looked at Kurt evenly. "I really don't want to talk about this anymore. I mean, I appreciate you trying to help but ..."
Dave looked back out his window, licking his lips nervously as he leaned deeply into the bench seat. Kurt waited but it was soon obvious that Dave wasn't going to explain further. As much as Kurt wanted to know what he was thinking, he also didn't want to push after he started the entire conversation telling Dave they didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to talk about it.
"What time's your curfew?" He asked instead.
"Um, not until 2. I'll probably just drive around for a while and time it so I'm home a little after that."
"Good god, I can't believe I was even worried about you being able to come up with a response for school. You're so committed to your image that you'll needlessly break curfew to keep your parents from being suspicious?"
"Look, that has nothing to do with being gay and in the closet!" Dave's posture remained relaxed but he suddenly began speaking adamantly with his hands. "My parents are just always on my case about any little thing. Trying to psychoanalyze me or some shit. The more I can just stay off their radar and make it seem like I'm just a regular teenage guy, the easier my life is."
"Oh, Dave. There are so many ... first of all, please buckle your seatbelt. I get fined $30 for your negligence if I get pulled over."
"Why they fuck would you get pulled over?" Dave demanded but he was reaching for his seatbelt already. "You're a better driver than my dad and he hasn't gotten a ticket in like 30 years."
"Flattery will not get you out of the rest of this lecture, David," Kurt responded quickly. He did not miss Dave's exaggerated eye roll in is peripheral vision. "Second of all, I don't know how many pep talks Blaine tried to give you tonight. I know he doles them out like ... I can't even think of an appropriate analogy. He just really loves giving pep talks. But I'm going to force you through one more." Dave turned towards his window again, his arm propped up on the door and his head resting against his fist. Kurt idly wondered if this is how parents saw their teenagers 90% of the time: annoyed and just trying to get through it. He was glad that they were driving instead of having a face to face conversation. Hopefully their body language and limited eye contact would lessen some of the intensity to what he was about to say.
"Do you realize that you've made numerous off-hand comments in the last 30 minutes or so acknowledging that you are in fact gay? That's a really big deal, Dave. Had you consciously admitted it to yourself before tonight?"
"Kinda," Dave said with a sigh. "I still. I mean, I know I'm gay. But I still have all this shit in my head. Like it's hard to reconcile me being gay and ... it's almost," Dave paused and just stared at his hands now in his lap.
"Dave?" Kurt asked but Dave continued inspecting his hands before he finally continued speaking after a beat.
"Did you ever have a moment when you were like 'holy shit, I'm in high school. But I feel like I should still be racing for the swings every morning.' Have you ever felt that way? Like you can't imagine yourself older than 10 years old? But even though you tell yourself that you are in high school, it still doesn't feel real and the idea of being allowed to drive or to stay out on a school night or any of that shit? It still feels like something you aren't old enough to do yet?"
Kurt tried to wrap his mind around the idea that Dave Karofsky could ever feel like anything other than a high school jock. Sure, until recently Dave was immature and childish but in a very high school dudeway, not in an actual little kid way. Kurt could hardly even remember Dave before he started bullying him in high school so even though Kurt knew exactly what he was talking about, it was hard for him to believe that Dave saw himself as anything other than the jock image he projected all the time. That thought alone, though, allowed Kurt to realize where Dave was going with this entire thing.
"So ... your being gay catches you off guard like that?"
"Yeah, man. I don't want you to take this like Blaine did. It's not a knock on you, or him. But I always thought of myself as being just like everyone else. I've always been into the same shit all my friends are into. Thing is, I did start noticing guys like ... a long time ago. But I didn't let myself dwell on it, ya know? So I don't know. I should have gotten used to it by now but I never let myself even consider it? And I definitely never said it out loud so you saying it like you did in Figgins office, ya know? It just felt like you were talking about some other guy. Like you were telling me that I wasn't me."
"But you recognize that guy now? You're starting to see him as you?"
Kurt rolled to a stop and looked at Dave, in no hurry to proceed through the quiet intersection. Dave seemed oddly introspective but more than anything, just tired.
"I have been trying to figure my shit out, Kurt. But I honestly hadn't given much thought to reconciling normal me and gayme. I mean, I've just said more to you about it than I've ever even thought about all this shit. At least, in this way, if that makes any sense at all. I guess you're right though. All the times I've referred to my being gay or that you or Blaine referred to me being gay tonight ... I never thought to correct anyone any of those times. Gotta be a good sign, right?"
"It's more than a good sign, Dave. It's a huge step. Even if you don't feel like you've been actively thinking about it, you've at least changed your thinking so that you can start to recognize yourself. And in less than a couple of weeks? That's amazing."
Dave awkwardly looked out the window and tapped his hand against his leg. Kurt decided to skip the rest of the lecture about how Dave should ease off on pushing his parents away and how he'd find life a lot better by staying out of trouble instead of going searching for it. He almost allowed himself to tell Dave once again that he needed to stop acting like 'normal' and 'gay' are mutually exclusive terms. He sighed a deep breath, thinking about how much further Dave still had to go. Maybe he'd bring some of this up again another time but not tonight.
"Well ... do you want to just kill some time together before getting your car from Santana's?" he asked instead.
Dave's head slowly lifted and he looked Kurt in the eye with an expression that Kurt couldn't quite pinpoint. Relief? Or perhaps more accurately just plan ol' exhaustion. He nodded and turned his head to look out the window again as Kurt turned on his right turn signal to veer off his straight path towards Santana's house.
"Did you have any place in mind for your own driving-around-time? Midnight snack, maybe?"
"Nah. I mean, if you're hungry or whatever, that's fine. But I'm not hungry."
Kurt stopped himself after he opened his mouth to snidely ask Karofsky if he had cut back from five Mickey Dee's runs a day to four. He permitted himself a moment to feel shame for almost reverting to their old pattern. Amazing how given just the smallest opening, Kurt allowed himself to think of Dave as Karofsky again but he was mostly relieved that he managed to the snark contained.
"So ..." Dave began uncertainly. "What was all that shit you were talking about forcing Blaine to come to prom?"
Kurt visibly cringed but didn't say anything right at first. He had felt bad (not a lot, but a little) letting Blaine's "history" slip in the heat of an argument in front of his dad and Finn. He had noticed it made Blaine uncomfortable but he was too angry to apologize for it at the time. And now Kurt had gone and brought it up in front of Dave too. Although, now that he thought about it, Blaine had no negative reactions to those allusions this time. In fact, he had smiled and practically thanked Kurt for giving him the chance to face his past. Granted, Blaine seemed so into the moment that he might have forgotten Dave was there and listening but still ... he would hope that Blaine could see this as an educational experience for Dave.
"You have to promise not to give Blaine a hard time about this," he started out simply.
"Promise? Oh, come on!" Dave actually appeared insulted by the request.
"Don't you 'oh, come on!' me, David Karofsky. I want a promise that you'll be decent about this."
"So I don't make fun of Blaine for this or you'll what?"
"'Or I'll what?' David, no. This is not blackmail. I know this 'genuine friend' concept is new for you so I'll try to walk you through it. I am simply looking for a promise from you that when I give sensitive information about someone I care about, you will not use that information against him. The consequence of going back on your word isn't that I'll out you or physically hurt you or anything like that. The consequences are that you will have hurt me, someone who is trying to be a friend to you, and that I will be far less inclined to trust you in the future."
Dave seemed properly abashed but he didn't offer anything further.
"Dave, lecture over. Do I have your word?"
"Oh, yeah. I won't give him shit about it. I promise." Kurt nodded sharply and drummed his fingers against the wheel as he drove.
"I honestly don't know all the details," he began slowly. "Basically, before he transferred to Dalton, he asked another gay guy to a dance at his old school. They went and when they were waiting for a parent to pick them up after, they got jumped by a group of guys in the parking lot. I believe his words were that they 'beat the crap'out of the two of them."
"Jesus Christ," Dave answered in a low voice. He paused before continuing just as quietly. "So, he told you he didn't want to do prom and you talked him into it?"
"Essentially," Kurt responded flatly.
"Is that what Blaine would say if I asked him?"
"Well ... probably not. He'd likely say that he wanted to go to prom with me and that I gave him the courage to be able to go."
"Fucking perfect knight in shining armor," Dave muttered darkly.
"Uh?"
"Oh, nothing. You just sounded exactly like Pretty Boy when he's in full Pretty Boy mode." Kurt regarded him with a raised eyebrow but Dave ignored it. "The real point, though, is that you're pretty hard on yourself. Doesn't sound to me like you forced Blaine to do anything."
"Perhaps," Kurt said with a nod. "The real point Iwas trying to make in telling you that was to give you an idea of what gay guys go through."
"Yeah, outgay guys," Dave spat.
Hm, Kurt clearly hadn't thought this entire education thing through. Not exactly the story to convince someone to come out. He made a quick turn into a poorly lit parking lot of a real estate agent's office. Dave hardly seemed phased by the sudden change. If anything, he looked like a guy ready to face whatever terrible fate awaited him.
"Dave, you look like you've lost a bet and now I'm going to kill your puppy."
"I'm hoping whatever smack down you're about to give me won't be quite that bad."
"Smack down? Why would you think I'm going to give you a smack down?"
"For all the shit I gave you as an out gay guy ..."
Kurt actually laughed at that. "I have seriously forgiven you for that and I make an honest effort not to throw our past back in your face. So long as you don't do it again, to me or any other out gay guy, then you will be safe from smack downs."
"Oh, well. Why'd you pull over then?"
Kurt sighed as he turned towards Dave, not exactly sure what to say, much less how to start.
"You hardly know me, Dave," Kurt stated plainly, taking in Dave's confused expression. "And you know Blaine even less. Do you know any other out gay people?"
Dave just shook his head, looking at Kurt curiously.
"Alright, then. Would it also be fair to say that most of what you do know of us is that we've been bullied for who we are? But that you don't know much of anything about the good things in our lives?"
Dave broke eye contact at the mention of being bullied but still nodded along to the questions. He tapped his hand on left knee nervously.
"That's not because there isn't anything positive in our lives." Kurt reached over and placed his hand over Dave's twitching fingers, stilling them. Kurt watched as Dave's eyes slowly looked up from their hands and up to Kurt's calm expression. "Honestly and truly, Dave, we have a lot of wonderful things going in our lives. None of which we'd be able to appreciate if we couldn't be honest about who we are to ourselves, our friends, our family."
"But you've got like this support system already there!"
"Damn it, Dave!" Kurt yelled, whipping his hand back and away. "I didn't know they'd be there! I was scared to death to come out!"
"Then why the fuck are you pressuring me again?"
Kurt took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I'm not trying to pressure you. I'm just trying to help you see that there is a light at the end of the tunnel." Kurt opened his eyes again and looked directly into Dave's. "Yeah, coming out can be terrifying. But the pay if can really surprise you."
Dave looked unconvinced and he cut his eyes back towards the dashboard. Kurt softened but, despite his better judgment, he just couldn't let the subject drop.
"And if you're worried about not having that support system, then use mine. Align yourself with people who you know are gay friendly. Once you've done that, it'll be easier to take your chances to see how everyone else reacts."
Dave shrugged a shoulder but Kurt was pleased to see that he didn't look completely pissed. He pulled out his phone to check the time. 1:40. A little early yet but they were both tired. Maybe Dave would actually go straight home instead of driving around dead on his feet.
"If I took you back to your car right now, what would you do?"
Dave hiccupped a laugh and Kurt wondered if he had been close to crying. His voice, though, was even if not a little rough when he spoke. "I don't care what fucking time it is. I'd drive straight home."
"Oh thank god," Kurt said, perhaps too quickly and missing the slightly hurt expression on Dave's face as he turned to the car back on and put it in reverse. "Because I was going to take you back to your car no matter what you said. Now I don't have to worry about you falling asleep at the wheel while you kill some time."
"So what happens Monday?" Dave's voice sounded more vulnerable than it had all night as Kurt backed out of the parking spot and pulled back onto the street. For his part, Kurt couldn't understand why Dave was going back to a subject he said he wanted to drop.
"Well, I thought you decided you'd figure that out-"
"No, Fancy, I mean us. How are we going to treat each other at school?"
Kurt paused and didn't even chance a look in Dave's direction. "What do you want?"
Dave let out a shuddering breath. "I don't know. I know I'm not ready to come out."
"And being my friend in public means you must be gay," Kurt stated with a nod. Dave didn't even try to argue with him. "Well, I don't see any reason why we have to do things much differently than we have been. We're civil to each other. Respectful. I'll be really busy with Nations coming up and then we'll both have exams. We'll just..."
"Exist," Dave provided emotionlessly.
"Yeah. You have my number from Bully Whip rounds, though, if you want to talk. And I can text you Blaine's number too."
Dave looked like he was about to argue but instead he just said, "Yeah, thanks."
The two were quiet for the rest of the drive until Kurt stopped across from Santana's house. Dave looked at his Honda parked on the street but made no move to get out. Kurt was about to ask him what was wrong when Dave suddenly spoke up.
"You know, you still bug the shit out of me sometimes, Hummel." Kurt would have been pissed if he didn't see the slight smile when he turned to Dave. Instead, he gave a half-hearted sound of annoyance but otherwise let Dave continue. "But you, and Blaine, tonight you guys were ..."
Kurt felt like he was holding his breath waiting for Dave to finish that sentence. It was like in one moment, Dave had the power to validate or completely shit upon everything they'd been through. And Dave just sat there, struggling to find the words. Kurt could hardly take it anymore.
"Dave, if the next word out of your mouth is 'perfect,' so help me…"
Dave laughed and Kurt felt the tension release from both of them. "Nah, Kurt. I was going to say wonderful. Tonight, you were just ... wonderful."
Dave looked at Kurt with an intensity that Kurt was just starting to get comfortable with but that still could be a little intimidating. Especially when he then reached over to Kurt's hand resting between them. Kurt startled at the touch but the gentle, lingering squeeze was even more shocking. It was oddly intimate but not uncomfortably so. Kurt just offered a smile in return and before he knew it, Dave had the door open and was stepping out of the car.
"Goodnight, Dave," Kurt called softly through Dave's window as he shut the door behind him. Dave just gave a little wave and headed over to his own car.
Kurt pulled out his cell again and quickly composed a message while Dave got in his car, first punching in one of the few phone numbers he actually knew by heart.
Drive safe and text me when you get home. And feel free to call Blaine anytime I'm bugging the shit out of you.
Kurt watched Dave read the text with a smile. He gave another wave as he pulled away from the curb, Kurt mirroring his actions on the other side of the street. As soon as he got out of Santana's neighborhood, he clicked his number 3 speed dial and was greeted to his boyfriend's quiet "Hey."
"Hey."
"You home?"
"Just dropped Dave off and I'm on my way now."
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah, it's good. Will you ... sing something for me?"
"Any requests?"
"No, not this time."
Blaine was silent for a good thirty seconds before he slowly and quietly began singing a song they'd already heard that night.
It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, 'Do I look alright?'
And I say, 'Yes, you look wonderful tonight.'
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