CHAPTER 3 – What I Did for Love

Karofsky POV

Kurt had looked positively delectable during our study session. Watching him eat those Twizzlers was pure torture. He had this habit of licking the end before he would actually put it in his mouth. So. Fucking. Hot. All I could think of was him licking my cock and then sliding it into his mouth. What I wouldn't give to trade places with those Twizzlers.

Being nice to Kurt wasn't hard. It wasn't hard because I had a goal in mind and I really wanted to reach my goal: Kurt, tied to a bed with me on top of him. That was endgame. If I had to play nice before I could play dirty, then fine.

The next day, I was already in my seat when Kurt came in. What the hell was he wearing?

"Hello Kurt."

"Hello David."

He called me David. Nice. He turned around.

"So, let's get our topic approved after class. Then, maybe we can do some work individually and meet again in a week or two."

Oh, no. I wasn't waiting a week to meet with him again. That was too long.

"Once we have our topic, don't you think we should meet to decide who is going to research what?"

He looked thoughtful. "Well...I guess. When do you want to meet again?"

Saved. "How about today? I know it's a Friday but, if we decide whose doing what, we can work on stuff over the weekend. 4:00 pm. Main Library?"

"Okay."

Handel gave us the green light for our first choice. We were going to focus on 1778-1780: The Battle of Monmouth, the capture of Savannah and the siege of Charleston.

I was going to focus on the siege and capture of Kurt Hummel.

I left school the moment the bell rang. I had to pick up Kurt's snack for today, Snackwell cookies. I really wanted to watch him eat Twizzlers again but, I also wanted to keep him on his toes, surprised by my attentiveness and knowledge of his needs. I felt like a total douche buying the cookies. I mean, seriously, Snackwells? Has the queer never heard of Oreos? But, not as weird as I felt buying the fancy ass water. Kurt really liked some super faggy snacks. I had learned about his favorite snacks from Hudson, babbling away during practice and in the locker room. The guy was a fountain of information. Most of it worthless but, the gems about Kurt were always a gift from heaven.

I watched him pull up right at 4:00 pm. I waited outside for him because I loved watching him walk towards me. He was so slender and sexy. Stupid faggot. Didn't he know men don't walk that way? But I loved the way he walked.

"Hello."

"Hi David. You know...you don't have to wait outside for me. I can come in and find you."

"I don't mind." I held the door open for him.

Once we were inside, I pulled out the cookies. His face lit up.

"Oh! Wow. I love these. Thank you."

"No problem."

He was quiet for a moment as he snacked on a cookie. I couldn't take my eyes off his mouth. "You know David, you really don't have to bring me a snack every time we meet."

"I don't mind."

"Well, at least let me bring the snack next time. Tell me what you like."

Oh, Kurt.

You will make a delicious snack for me.

One I will enjoy over and over again.

"I like brownies."