Title: The More I See You
Author: lovesmymovement on lj / owlssayhoooot on tumblr
Rating: PG (though it'll probably go up to NC-17 toward the end)
Word Count: 768/1566 (so far)
Pairing: Dave/Kurt {Kurtofsky}
Spoilers: Everything up through the end of season 2.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Tis Ryan Murphy's brain child and I take ownership of nothing there. :)
Summary: Kurt gives Dave a makeover and basically makes him his perfect man in the process.
A/N: So I actually started this months ago, back in October. It's written for this prompt on the gkm. Hope you like! :D

They ended up eating at Applebees a few miles from Dave's house where it was on the way to the mall, so Dave thought it would be a good place to eat at. Not only that, but he said their food was "awesome" and Kurt couldn't disagree. Despite the fact that he tried to eat healthy for the most part, and the fact that Breadstix just so happened to be Lima's most popular restaurant in town, Kurt loved Applebees' pasta in particular and a splurge once in a while, aside from his occasional snacking at night, wasn't really so bad in the long run. All it really meant was that he would have to make sure to continue with his workout routine.

They were seated at a corner booth, where the hostess had sat them next to the display of all of the Wizard of Oz memorabilia. Dave was pooring over the menu as Kurt smiled fondly at the vintage poster, noticing how Dorothy gazed off longingly into the distance. Dave glanced up at the other boy across the table, seeing the childlike wonder in his expression while he looked at the display. Somehow Kurt was beautiful in everything he did, in his own way, and fuck it all, Dave really did love him. Hell, it was pretty much the whole reason he'd come out in the first place. To show Kurt how far he was willing to go for him, that he would bend over backwards for him, and if it meant he had to take a slushie to the face just for being who he really was, then so be it. He'd do it, so long as he could have Kurt, even if it meant being only his friend. He just couldn't believe Kurt was actually doing something like this for him, and for no real reason, either. He just had to keep reminding himself, though - this was not a date. It was not.

"Hello, and how are you today?"

Kurt turned, smiling. "Great, thanks."

The waitress grinned, pad of paper and pen in hand. "Can I get you boys something to drink?"

"Yes, raspberry iced tea, please."

"Okay, and for you?" she asked, turning to Dave.

"Uh, Pepsi, thanks."

"Okay, I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu and be back," said the girl, smiling at the both of them, and walking to the back.

Kurt smiled back at Dave, watching as he gave him a small, tentative smile back, then let out a short, shaky breath from nerves. "Are you okay?"

"Dude, I'm fine, really."

"If you're sure..."

They spent the rest of the lunch eating and making small talk, and when Kurt went to reach for the reach, Dave's hand stopped him, hand covering Kurt's for a brief moment before sliding it out from under Kurt's hand and looking at the total.

Kurt watched in confusion and amazement - who knew that under all of that pent-up anger from before that there lay in Dave such a gentleman - as he watched Dave pull out his debit card and slip it into the holder with the check. Kurt felt his heart flutter slightly before realizing what he was doing and pushed down the feeling - Dave had never said this was a date so really Kurt was only getting his hopes up, thinking that he was finally on a date with someone. Wishful thinking was all it was, really, in the end.

Which was really the worst part, because why did Kurt want this to be a date anyway? It was ridiculous, the thought of him and Dave together. Then again... no. He wasn't about to put himself on the line like this and allow himself to get hurt, especially not by Dave.

"You ready to go?"

Kurt started, and realized he'd been staring at the other boy in his reverie, and nodded. "Yeah, let's go. Time for the new you," he said with fake enthusiasm, though he couldn't exactly deny the fact that he was excited to see how Dave would look when he was actually dressed in his correct sizes.

Dave grinned, and stood from the booth, and they walked through the doors, but not before hearing their waitress as she walked past.

"Have a good day, boys," she called after them as they walked through the door, giving them a knowing smile.

Fuck, what did she think they were doing, out for some afternoon delight?

Dave was lucky the door didn't smack him as he stated back at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

tbc.