Ask For Forgiveness
Suffering from a headache because of corrupted sleep was not enjoyable, Kurt had popped two Tylenol before hopping into the shower for the second time in seven hours. He remained in the shower until the hot water slowly turned luke warm. Shutting it off, he stepped out as he grabbed his white fluffy towel, and fixed it around his waist.
There was a knock on his door, but he ignored it in favor drying himself off.
"Kurt!" It was Finn.
"Kurt let us in!" Sam's happy voice trumped Finn, and Kurt chuckled softly to himself. Sam was like a big dorky adorable kid.
"Hold on! I just got out of the shower, unless you don't mind seeing Toga Kurt!"
He figured his brother would blanch at that, but he was in for a surprise.
"I don't care, dude! It's nothing I haven't seen before. Let us in!" Finn wiggled the door, and Kurt stared at it in shock.
Finn not caring that Kurt was naked with only a towel as coverage? What did Sam do to his once slightly homophobic brother? He made sure the towel was tightened as he crossed the room and unlocked it. He jumped back when Sam and Finn both piled into the room with large happy clown grins on their faces.
"Kurt!" Finn clobbered Kurt, and Sam was chuckling as he stood there with more confidence than Kurt remembered. "I've missed you."
Kurt swallowed. "M- Missed you to, Finn?" He looked at Sam who winked. "Good summer?"
"The best!" Finn cheered as Sam closed the door. "I forgot what it was like to be carefree. I almost want to thank Blaine, but then I remember you-"
Kurt held his hand up to stop Finn from continuing. "I sometimes thank him to, Finn. You're not the only one who had a wonderful summer. Now, you boys, I must get dressed." He disappeared inside his walk-in closet.
Finn and Sam fell onto his bed as if they belonged, and Kurt could hear them chatting about something he didn't understand.
He fixed on a pair of light blue stonewashed skinny jeans, and a very thin light blue shirt. It was long sleeved, and he fixed some white gloves onto his hands to hide his ring. He topped it off with thin socks, and the boots he wore yesterday.
He came out, and arched an eyebrow when he saw Sam flicking through his Vogue magazine, and Finn lounging, and clicking the channels on Kurt's flat screen TV just to be doing.
"I thought you'd gotten swallowed up in there," Sam said smirking.
A year ago, Kurt would have been drooling to have Sam Evans on his bed looking like that, and two years ago he would have done a jig for Finn. Now, all he felt was very weird.
His phone went off, and he quickly snatched it before Finn could.
From Teddy: Good morning. You awake?
"It takes a while to look this good," Kurt drawled composing a swift reply. "So, what is it you wanted so badly that you'd come in on me practically naked?" He placed a hand on his hip, and smirked as Finn threw the remote to the side.
"Missed you, and we wanted to talk to you. Burt and mom are acting really weird."
"You're tan," Sam noticed and Kurt gulped when Sam's eyes trailed over his body appreciatively.
"Las Vegas is by the desert," he said wondering if it was safe to sit on the bed.
"Your hair is longer."
"Yes, I always had it shorter before to keep down on the teasing, but I really like my hair. I learned a lot in Vegas."
"Is it true that whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" Finn asked grinning goofily at him. "What did you do?"
"Seriously, you had a whole City of Sin to explore, tell me you did something," Sam begged with those beautiful puppy dog eyes.
Kurt groaned as Finn tugged him down on the bed. "Fine. I had fun. A hell of a lot of fun. At first I was alone, but that was okay. I needed to be. I walked the streets, talked to a few lady's of the night."
Finn's eyes widened. "Really? Are they hot?"
"Most of them. Some of them had some great boots, and their handbags were gorgeous. So I had to ask, and of course I tipped a few of them. I went to some shows, and yes, I did get involved in the clubs. I stayed away from the actual casino part. If I was going to blow my money, I want to at least have a brand new pair of sunglasses or shoes out of the deal."
Sam chuckled. "Meet anyone?"
Kurt bit down on his lower lip.
"You did!" Finn sat up quickly.
"Finn?" Kurt leaned away. He was very bemused by Finn's change in personality. "Why are you – I don't know – uh – why-" How did he ask what he wanted to ask without sounding like an idiot?
"Why is he not an idiot anymore?" Sam supplied, and Finn scowled as he whacked his friend in the knee. "What? I'm sorry buddy, but you were an asshole."
Lowering his eyes, Finn sighed softly. "I'm so sorry for everything, Kurt."
"..."
"I – was an ass. A really big one, and not the hot kind like Jennifer Lopez or Beyonce. I hurt you, and I never realized that some of my words could be taken the way you had. I sometimes blame myself for Blaine."
"What? Finn, you had nothing to do with Blaine Anderson's stupidity."
Finn rushed a hand through his hair. "No, if it hadn't been for me then you and Sam would have been able to do what you wanted, and you never would have left McKinley and gotten tied up with someone like that."
Kurt looked at Sam who smiled small. "He's right."
"Huh?" Kurt was very confused.
"I had the biggest crush on you last year."
"..."
"But because of the way things ended at my last school, I decided to try and keep it to myself. I always admired your strength. So, I went after the most popular girl in school. A big mistake by the way."
Kurt wasn't entirely sure he could form a response. "Wait – you're-?"
"Bisexual."
"Ah," Kurt said nodding. "That's why my radar kept going off when I was around you."
Sam chuckled. "I guess so. You were so nice to me, and then Finn kind of scared the shit out of me."
Finn had the guiltiest face. "I'm sorry."
They were a little late, Kurt thought biting down on his left hand through the glove. He could feel the hidden ring on his teeth. "Hm, well – uhm – what do I say?"
"I don't know," Sam shrugged. "I decided that when I returned that I would stop pretending to be someone I wasn't. I know that we probably don't have a chance now-"
"No we don't sweetie," Kurt clarified gently.
Sam's eyes went sad, and Kurt looked away. "But, I wanted to clear it up. Finn here has had a few lessons in reality."
"I might not have went to Las Vegas, but I got a job with Sam."
"Job? You?"
Finn rolled his eyes. "Yes, me. I – er -"
"We were dancers."
"Dancers?" That didn't sound so bad. "You can dance now?"
"Well – that kind of dancing is different. You just jiggle a little, and the ladies love you," Finn beamed, and Kurt did a double take.
"Stripper?"
"Bingo!" Sam exclaimed.
"Oh, Gaga!" Kurt had gone to a couple strip clubs of the male variety, but he couldn't see Finn dancing on stage. He could see Sam, but Finn Hudson? "How did you ever get talked into that?"
Finn jabbed his thumb at Sam. "I decided to help his family, and DQ was awful, and boring."
"The blizzards were nice."
"Yeah, but it made next to nothing! I don't know how people do it these days. It was minimum wage, and barely paid any bills."
Kurt folded his hands in his lap. "Let me get this straight. You, Samuel Evans are bisexual, and you had a job at a strip club. You Finn Hudson decided to help the family, which I am very proud of you for by the way, and decided to get naked on stage?"
"Yeah, and it changed a lot of things. It's an adult world in those places, you know? Sam here is my best friend. A lot more so than Puck. I mean Puck is cool, and all, but Sam is Sam."
"I get it." Kurt wasn't the one with a 2.1 GPA. He didn't need Finn's explanaition as to why Sam was different.
"We talked a lot, and we had to spend time together in close corridors. I told Finn that I was bisexual because I was temporarily seeing one of the guys at the club, and I didn't want to dis him because Finn was around."
"Strangely, the guy, Craig introduced me to his twin sister, Clara. We went out a few times, and all that. It was a lot of fun, and not so restricting like Rachel or Quinn. I felt free, and I watched how happy Sam was being himself. I realized that everything I once thought, and the things that I had said in the past are wrong. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders or some sort of blindfold taken off my eyes."
Kurt listened raptly at Finn's story, and his eyes widened in all the right places.
"I realized that I have nothing to prove by acting like that. My mom would have been ashamed if she knew the extent of it. I know she would have been ashamed of me dancing in a strip club, but it taught me something. I – I kind of grew up you know?"
Kurt got up, and retrieved three cans of coke, and passed them around as he sank back down. "I do know, Finn. I did a lot of growing up to." He sipped at his diet, and placed it on the night stand. "I'm very proud of you for everything," he said with a smile. "Even the strip club thing. I saw a lot in Las Vegas, and I most certainly am not going to shoot you down because you did what you wanted to do."
Sam blushed. "Yeah, I know you wouldn't. You're like perfect."
Kurt snorted. "You are full of it, Sam. I am far from perfect."
"I had to talk to you, and get it out of the way," Finn replied casually. "I needed you to know that I'm really-"
"I get it, and I forgive you. I forgave you when we danced at the wedding reception. That was beautiful, Finn, and I never forgot. A lot has happened, and I hope you can take my news as well as I have yours."
Sam arched an eyebrow. "Should I be worried?"
"Probably."
"What happened? We won't tell anyone, Kurt. You have my promise," Finn insisted. It was then that he noticed the picture beside Kurt's bedside, and his mouth opened. "Dave?"
Sam jerked, and his eyes followed Finn's. "Karofsky?"
Kurt smiled endearingly at the photo. "I don't believe in a higher power, but something brought the both of us together in Las Vegas." Inwardly, he'd like to think it was his mother, but he couldn't be sure. "It was nice. I had forgiven David when I returned to McKinley."
"He's gay?" Finn asked tilting his head. "Really?"
"Yep, full blown gay, and no bisexuality to boot."
Sam winced. "You-"
"I don't have a problem with bisexuality, sweetie. However, since Blaine decided to jerk me around I decided that I couldn't be with someone who was bisexual."
"Ah." Sam nodded in understanding.
"So, you knew he was gay?"
"Mhmm, and I scared him. He thought I was going to out him to the school, and he freaked when my stupid self went right to Blaine Anderson with the news. Good Gaga! It's no wonder he wanted to kill me. I mean things aren't bad anymore, same sex relationships are so much more accepted. However, this is not exactly a big town, and there are still a lot of bigots. He never meant what he said, and I said some mean things that wasn't true. When I get scared I don't threaten people, but I hurt them with my words. It's my best weapon."
"You and him are an item?" This came from Sam.
"One second," he said picking up his phone.
From Teddy: What are you doing? When do you want to get that motel room? Let me know, okay? XOX
To Teddy: I'm sitting here having a discussion with Sam Evans and Finn Hudson. It turns out Finn did some growing up. I swear I hardly recognized him.
"That Dave?" Finn asked trying to take a look only to be batted away. "What? I'm not going to freak out. Hell, I'd rather Dave than Blaine. At least Dave can defend you if things get out of hand. I always wondered why Dave started acting like an ass. He was a cool dude!"
Kurt chuckled. "He is a sweet guy."
"Sophomore year, he changed."
"He met me," Kurt said softly. "He was drawn to me, I guess. He didn't know why at first, and then when he realized it, he freaked out."
From Teddy: Oh? If he grew anymore he would be taller than me.
To Teddy: Not that kind of growing, sweetie. Can I tell them that we're married? I wanted your permission first.
"Huh, makes sense."
From Teddy: Go ahead. I'm not going back into my closet. You can tell them whatever you want. You don't need to ask my permission.
Kurt smiled. "Okay guys, I had to discuss this with, David. We were going to wait until Friday night dinner, but I thought it would be a good idea if I can have a couple people by my side."
Finn arched an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Yeah, now I'm really worried."
Kurt took in a breath, and pulled his left glove off, and the gold and diamond sparkled in the light.
Sam's eyes became round as plates, and Finn gawked.
"That's... that's..."
"A wedding ring," Kurt supplied holding his hand out. "It was an impulsive move. I know. When I arrived in Las Vegas, I told myself that I was going to let loose, and do what I wanted without consequence. David and I spent three weeks together, and one day we were looking at the wedding arch in the park, and we decided to do it. We were not drunk in the slightest."
"Wow." Sam's cute mouth was open, and Finn was still staring.
"I know," Kurt said feeling the heat in his cheeks.
"You're married," Finn said quietly.
"I am."
"You work fast!" Sam declared as the shock melted.
"You sure about this?"
"No," Kurt confessed. "But, David and I agreed to take it one day at a time. We might not last, but that's not going to stop me from giving it my all. It's the same with him. I won't have any regrets because the last couple months has been the best time of my life."
Kurt yelped when Sam jumped him for a hug. He huffed at the warm weight on top of him, and stared at the ceiling when such nice muscular arms looped around him.
"Congratulations, its a pity I couldn't have wooed you," he whispered into Kurt's ear.
Kurt chuckled. "Thank you, Sam."
Pulling back, Sam sighed. "So, I guess I'm going to have to look elsewhere now." He eyed the ring. "Wow, your dad is going to shit."
"Oh my God! Burt!" Finn said as if he had only thought of it.
Kurt slapped his forehead. "I know, I know. He already knows about my relationship with David. At least that's out of the way. I still haven't decided how I'm going to break the news to him that I am now married, and have been since July 13th." He fixed his glove back on his hand, and slipped off the bed primly.
"I'm starving so I'm grabbing some lunch, and trying to avoid a nasty conversation from my dad about coming in last night at six in the morning."
"Ouch!" Sam scrambled off the bed, and Finn followed suit. "Well, we have your back with whatever you do."
"Definitely, dude."
"Finn – please? Call me Kurt, dude is just weird."
"Alright, dude."
Kurt breathed in through his nose, and turned on his heel. More mature? Yes. Still sometimes an idiot? A big yes!
Sam was laughing as Finn looked back at him confused. "What?"
Kurt accepted the ham salad sandwich from Carole who smiled. "Good afternoon, sleepy head."
"Thanks, Carole, and yeah, afternoon."
"Kurt," Burt was sitting at the table with a hesitant expression on his face.
"Yes, dad?" Finn and Sam took their seats around Kurt to show their support.
Burt frowned as Carole placed a hand on his shoulder, and sat beside him. "I – want to apologize for ambushing you last night," he sighed and placed his elbows on the table. "I don't know how to act. You're an adult now, and it scares the crap out of me."
Kurt tilted his head. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry for worrying you. I really didn't mean to stay out so late. I'll leave a random text next time." He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought for sure that he would get into a big fight with his dad, and he really didn't want that to happen. He knew that Carole had played a part in it all, and he was ever so thankful for them being together.
That was the best mistake that wasn't a mistake.
"What are your plans for the day, boys?"
Sam and Finn shrugged, and Kurt took a sip of his ice water. "I'm meeting David in an hour." He left the part out about the motel.
Burt grimaced visibly. "Right. You sure about this?"
"Positive."
Sam and Finn snickered, and Kurt glared at them. Burt looked between the three suspiciously.
"Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Yes," Kurt answered honestly. "I told you last night. I will tell you when I can."
"That is really not a good thing to say, Kurt. What's going on with you?"
"I can't. Not yet, dad."
"Give him time, sweetie," Carole said gently to her husband. "He's being honest with you. Be thankful for that." She looked at her own son who flinched visibly.
"Alright, I will wait, but tell me is this bad?"
Kurt tilted his head. "Not for me."
"But for me?"
"I don't know."
Burt pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why do I get the feeling that I need to ask my son if he's pregnant?"
Sam and Finn went crazy with laughter, and Kurt stared as if his father was crazy. "Uh, no, I'll relieve your fears right now. I have no baby growing in my non-existent womb."
Carole sniggered in her hand, and waved her hand when Burt shot her a look. "I- I'm sorry sweetie, but – that's – oh my God!" She threw her napkin down, and flat out giggled.
"It's not funny." Burt was pouting and making it worse, and Kurt was now following Carole's lead in giggling.
There was knock at the door, and everyone looked over their shoulder at the hallway briefly.
"We expecting company?" Kurt asked scooting his chair back, and standing.
"Don't think so," Burt said as Carole sobered, and wiped the corner of her eyes.
"Gaga, I hope its not Blaine," he muttered heading to the door when Finn's voice floated through the room.
"If it's Rachel tell her to go away!"
Kurt unlocked the door, and pulled in open. His eyes widened when he saw Dave standing there looking uncomfortable, and behind him was Paul Karofsky.
"David?"
Their eyes met as footsteps could be heard from behind him, and Burt's voice drifted over him, but he paid no mind.
Dave was telling him with his eyes that somehow Paul had discovered the ring on his finger. Instantly, Kurt stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around Dave's neck.
"I was washing my hands, and he was suddenly standing there staring at my hand," he whispered squeezing Kurt's slim waist tightly. "I wanted to text you, but he kept warning me not to."
Kurt swallowed as he buried his face into Dave's neck. "I'm sorry, Teddy."
"No, don't. Don't say you're sorry because I'm not. You're mine, and that's all there is to it."
"Kurt!" Burt had to shout to get Kurt's attention.
Paul's face was blank as he spoke to Burt: "I had to bring Dave by to see if it was true, and to observe the reality."
Burt didn't understand, and Paul knew this, and when he nodded toward their son's he saw too much familiarity to be a new teenage couple. It was way too much, and their conversation – they had used their eyes. Burt couldn't even do that with Carole, and he'd only ever accomplished such a feat with Elizabeth.
What was going on?
Slowly, Kurt unwrapped his arms from Dave's neck, and when he turned he leaned his side into him for comfort. He then reached up, and pinched the tip of his middle finger of his glove, and slowly it slid off revealing his wedding band.