I know I said I would have a chapter up yesterday, but I failed. XD So here it is a day late. This section of the story keeps growing longer and longer so I am trying to break it down into chuncks. I had planned some smut for this part, but alas my writing skills failed, so it stays pg here. I do promise some smut soon along with a new chapter before Glee on tuesday.
Dave swung his front door open. He limped inside, dropped his school bag and kicked the door closed. That little move sent a searing pain up his right leg. Dave collapsed on the floor waiting for the pain to ease, and slipping into the darkness.
It was six o'clock and Kurt was losing it. He hadn't heard from Dave since kissing him in the hall after second period. Kurt didn't see Dave at lunch, figuring the jock wasn't ready to face the cafeteria. When Dave didn't show up to Glee that afternoon, Kurt became worried. Maybe Dave just needed space, Kurt told himself. Yes that was it.
As Kurt headed out to his car that evening after a long rehearsal he decided to send his boyfriend a text.
Hey how are you? I missed you at Glee. I'm sorry for earlier today. Call me. I love you. –K
As Kurt drove home his concern grew. Dave hadn't texted him back yet, something that was extremely rare for the pair of them. Kurt slowed to a stop at a red light, and paused for a second. He could turn right and head home or turn left and check on Dave. Kurt made up his mind quickly, and when the light turned green Kurt and his car turned to the left. He continued the few miles down the road in utter silence, letting the un-familiar road guide him instead.
As he pulled up to the house, Kurt saw his boyfriend's green pickup truck parked in the driveway. It looked like Dave was the only one home. Kurt turned his car off and pulled his keys out of the ignition.
Without the noise of his car engine, Kurt's fastening heartbeat was all too loud. He had never been inside Dave's house before. The boys had always hung at Kurt's place; Dave had seemed more comfortable with that idea. Kurt approached the front of the faded red colored house. It was smaller and older looking than the other houses on the block. It had a two car garage, and a covered porch. Kurt easily climbed the couple of steps to the white front door. Kurt knocked twice on the wood.
"Dave, it's me," Kurt said to the door. "Please open the door." No noise came from inside. Kurt knocked again. "Dave, babe, please open up." Kurt was greeted again with silence.
Kurt pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Dave's number. A noise came from behind the door; Kurt pressed his ear to the aging wood. He could hear Dave's ringtone going off, but no movement though. Kurt began pounding on the door.
"Dave! Dave! Open up! Dave! Please it's me!" It was still silent on the other side of the door. Dave's phone had stopped ringing. Kurt was growing desperate now. He began looking around the door for somewhere a spare key may be hidden. Kurt picked up the potted plant next to the door, no key there. Kurt pulled up the corners of the door mat and came up empty. The small boy turned back to the door, and resumed pounding on it.
"David Karofsky, please babe, open the door. It's Kurt. I just wanted to make sure you're okay, please?" Kurt was once again greeted with silence. Defeated, Kurt slumped down against the door, warm tears beginning to trickle down his face. He pulled his knees up to his chest and laid his head down, and began to full on cry. Kurt wasn't sure how long he was sitting there before the door opened and he fell backward onto a hard surface.
"Kurt?" Kurt looked up to find Dave standing over him.
"Dave!" Kurt jumped up and engulfed his boyfriend in a hug. Dave winced as Kurt's arms squeezed his ribcage. Kurt noticed and pulled away taking in the jock's appearance. Dave was placing all his weight on his left leg, his right one lying limply against his body. There were bruises emerging on Dave's arms and face. A trail of dry blood began at Dave's swollen nose and ran down his face. Kurt's heart dropped into his stomach.
"Dave," Kurt began his voice wavering. "What happened?" Dave hung his head, ashamed of how he must look right now. Kurt placed a soft hand to Dave's chin and pulled the jock's face up until their eyes met.
"David, who did this to you?" Kurt's eyes seemed to bore holes right to Dave's soul. Dave knew he couldn't last long when Kurt looked at him like that.
"Azimo and some others." Kurt sighed and pulled Dave to him placing a gentle kiss to Dave's injured nose.
"Was this why you didn't come to Glee?" Dave nodded. "Alright let's get you cleaned up."
"You aren't going to bug me about what happened?" Dave asked as Kurt closed the door.
"When you're ready to tell me you will, but I'm not going to pester you if you don't want to talk about it. Now come on, to the bathroom." Kurt moved to Dave's left side and pulled Dave's arm around his shoulders.
"Put your weight on me," Kurt instructed, Dave happily obliged. Together the boys moved towards the hallway bathroom. Kurt took it slowly, trying not to jostle his injured boyfriend too much. When they reached the bathroom Kurt settled Dave down onto the lid of the toilet.
"Can you sit up by yourself?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Dave replied. Kurt let go of Dave and backed away slowly, ready to jump in if Dave couldn't handle it. After a few moments Dave had stayed upright and Kurt began to breathe again.
"Babe where is your first aid kit?"
"Under the sink," Dave replied, leaning his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and listened to Kurt move around the small bathroom. Something cool and damp was placed across his eyes. Dave could feel Kurt slowly address each little cut and bruise, placing ointment on all of them. When Kurt finished with an injury he gave it a small little kiss before moving on to the next one.
As Kurt continued cleaning up Dave he wondered what exactly had happened. Dave was a big guy and pretty strong, there must have been a lot of jocks to do this much damage to Dave. Kurt knew from personal experience not to press Dave for the details, though. The boy would talk when he was ready. Kurt leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to the last little mark on Dave's right arm and stood up.
"Okay babe, I need you to tell me where it still hurts," Kurt instructed. Dave sighed and removed the now luke warm washcloth from his eyes.
"I'm pretty sure my right knee is pretty screwed up. They smacked it with a piece of wood. My ribs hurt pretty badly, but I don't think anything is broken there."
"Alright well maybe we should go to the hospital to get that looked at, just in case," Kurt suggested.
"No," Dave said, startling Kurt. "I'm so tired; I just want to go to sleep. Please babe? If it still hurts in the morning we can go." Dave looked up at Kurt, trying to use his best puppy dog expression. It must have worked because Kurt relented.
"Promise?" Kurt asked.
"I promise," Dave replied. Kurt leaned down to Dave and placed a gentle kiss in his soft curls. Kurt moved to the side of Dave's face, trailing gentle little kisses down his ear, along his jaw and then back up the other side, ending in Dave's hair. The smaller boy then moved to Dave's face, placing kisses upon each side of Dave's swollen nose, before, finally, kissing Dave's swollen lips. Dave kissed back, eager to feel Kurt's warmth against him. Kurt broke away.
"I'm so sorry babe," Kurt whispered, his voice shaking.
"You have nothing to be sorry for babe," Dave said, pulling Kurt to his chest. He carefully wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, wincing at the slight pain.
"Yes I do," Kurt protested. "I outed you to the entire school." Kurt's eyes misted up. "If I hadn't forgotten where we were, I wouldn't have kissed you and then you wouldn't be in this state." By now silent tears were cascading down Kurt's cheeks. Dave squeezed his boyfriend tighter.
"It's not your fault at all. In fact I'm glad it happened because without that kiss I'm not sure I would have ever come out to the school. When they cornered me afterschool they began verbally attacking you, blaming you." Dave swallowed, his own throat closing up at the memory of the painful words that were thrown around this afternoon. "They were talking about…about hurting you. Getting you back, for what you had done to me. It wasn't until I flat out told them I had known I was gay for awhile, that's when the beating started." Dave winced, the memories from earlier still fresh in his mind.
The way Azimo, the guy who Dave considered a close friend, threw the first punch straight to Dave's face, breaking his nose. How an unseen person had wacked Dave's kneecap with a 2x4, forcing him to the ground. The way Dave had tried to fight back at first, but before long giving up and just letting the pain come. How, laying there on the ground all Dave could think about was Kurt, and what these idiots would do to the fragile boy.
When it was finally over it took all of Dave's strength to get up and limp to his car. He had to drive home with his left leg because his right was clearly out of commission. Dave squeezed Kurt again.
"I love you," Dave whispered and planted a kiss to Kurt's hair. Kurt pulled away and wiped his face.
"I love you too," Kurt replied, a small smile growing on his face. Dave smiled back. "Alright let's move you out of here. Where should we take you?"
"My bedroom," Dave replied. Kurt eyed him funny. "My parents won't be home until late, if they come home at all." Kurt nodded in an understanding manner. He helped the larger boy to his feet and together they slowly moved towards Dave's room. Kurt nudged the door open with his hip, and guided Dave in.
The room was small and sparsely decorated. The white walls were bare except for the calendar pinned up next to the desk. The desk itself was made from simple wood and was against the one wall on the far side of the room, a dresser and closet door next to it. On the other side was a double bed with a navy blue comforter and matching sheets. Together the boys crossed the small space to the bed. Kurt placed Dave down as gently as he could.
"How about some different clothes?" Kurt suggested, eyeing the bloody mess that colored Dave's pants and shirt.
"Yeah. It's the second drawer down, in the dresser." Kurt stepped over to the dark mahogany set of drawers. He pulled out some sweats and a large shirt before returning to Dave.
"Do you need help?" Kurt asked, blushing at the idea of seeing Dave in any form of undress.
"I think I got it," Dave said, shaking his head.
"Alright, I'll just wait outside." Kurt stepped into the hall and shut the door behind him. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to his father.
I'm at Dave's house. He isn't feeling well so I am going to stay here until his parents get home. Don't worry I'm fine. I'll call later. – K
Kurt was just closing his phone when he heard a thud from inside the bedroom.
"Dave?" Kurt asked gently. "Everything okay?"
"No, uh, can you help me?" Dave said from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, coming in." Kurt cracked the door open to find Dave slumped against the bed, his shirt off, and one leg out of his jeans. Kurt's breath hitched in his throat. Dave certainly wasn't chubby, Kurt noticed as his eyes scanned the boy in front of him. Dave's chest was well defined and a small set of abs across his stomach, colored with bruises from the afternoon. His arm muscles were huge and even from the one leg, Kurt knew they were both just as fit as the rest of Dave.
"Kurt you okay?" Dave asked, puzzled as why Kurt was frozen in the doorway.
"Oh right, yeah, sorry." Kurt crossed to the boy on the floor, returning his jaw to the rest of his face. "Here sit on the bed." Dave leaned against Kurt, placing his hand on the other boy's shoulder and sat back on the bed. Kurt moved forward and pulled the jeans all the way off Dave. It took all of Kurt's power not to stare at the almost naked frame of his boyfriend. Instead, he quickly guided Dave into his sweats, pulling them up. When he reached Dave's butt, Kurt helped the injured boy stand. Using Kurt to balance himself again, Dave finished pulling up his pants. Kurt set Dave back on the bed, and reached for the shirt. Dave stretched his arms up and Kurt pulled the dark cotton over Dave's head, helping him guide his arms into the sleeves. When Dave was finally dressed Kurt lifted Dave's legs and helped the jock under the covers.
"Thank you," Dave whispered catching Kurt's hand and giving it a small squeeze. Kurt smiled before turning to the room and tidying up. He picked up the discarded blood stained clothes, placing them into a hamper in the closet. He moved to the dresser and shut the drawer. Scanning the room and deeming it in clean, Kurt returned to Dave.
"Do you need anything?" Kurt asked.
"Just you," Dave replied. "Come here," Dave outstretched his arms and pulled Kurt down onto the bed with him.
"Alright, give me a second." Kurt hurriedly kicked off his shoes into a pile on the floor; he pulled his scarf off and placed it on the nightstand. He sat up and unbuttoned his jacket, shucking it to the floor. When he finished Kurt crawled under the covers and pulled the jock to him. Dave moved closer wrapping his arms around Kurt, and laying his head on the smaller boy's chest.
"Will you stay here tonight?" Dave asked
"If it would make you feel better," Kurt murmured, his fingers playing with the curls in Dave's hair.
"Yeah," Dave whispered.
"Then of course," Kurt replied, placing a kiss to the top of Dave's head. "You should get some sleep." Dave nodded. The boys lay there in silence, both of them drifting off to sleep before too long.
As always reviews are welcome...along with tips for writting smut if anyone's got any. XD