Day turned to night, but neither boy make any effort to move to leave their found sanctuary. As the sun slowly sets, the temperature drops dramatically causing Kurt to regret his decision to wear only a short sleeved shirt and holey sweater. Kurt was a slave to fashion, choosing it far before function.
It seemed that once you got one Dave Karofsky talking, it was like opening the floodgates. The dude would just not shut up. Jumping from subject to subject ranging from his parents, to going through school with such a chip on his shoulder, to the things he'd noticed about the smaller boy sitting beside him. And while normally Kurt wouldn't mind hearing someone go on for hours about how truly amazing and flawless he was, he wanted nothing more than to be somewhere warm with a steaming hot cup of joe.
As an bone chilling breeze ripped through the air, Kurt didn't even try to suppress the shiver. He shook from head to toe. This seemed to get the larger jocks attention. Dave stop in the middle of his thought and gave Kurt his full attention.
He study the younger boy long and hard, taking in his goose bump covered arms and tinted blue lips. "You're cold." He finally deduces. 'No shit Sherlock' Kurt rudely thinks. The only thing that keeps it from passing his stunning lips is the look on the jock face. Almost like he wants to go out in search of the sun and beat in back into the sky just for Kurt.
"N-no." Kurt lies, for some strange reason he doesn't want Dave to worry. Kurt has always been small for his age and found himself almost always cold. It's obvious Dave isn't buy what he's selling. The jock begins to unbutton the snap of his tan and red letterman jacket. When the last button has been unsnapped he begins to peel the heavy coat from his shoulders but Kurt has a better idea.
A delicate hand placed over the top of a much larger one stills his movements and Dave shoots Kurt a confused look but the small boy just shakes his head. He gracefully slides from the picnic table and his legs immediately protest. But Kurt is a man on a mission and ignores the pins and needle running through the entire length of his legs as he slides his round rear end into the V the jocks large legs make across the surface of chipped paint and wood. Quickly wiggling back til his back is pressed into the warm and surprisingly firm chest. His instantly flooded with warmth. Shit, what is this guy a freaken furnace?
After a moments hesitation, a pair of muscular long arms work their way around his waist, pulling him even closer if it's possible. A nose finds his way into the hair at he nape of his neck and he can feel the other boy inhale deeply.
"Better?" Kurt can feel the rumble of the chest behind him. It makes him shiver for an entirely different reason.
"Much." He replies, and two once again fall into silence. Somethings been on Kurt's mind all day but he's afraid if he asks the spell will be broken and Cinderella carriage will once again to turned into a pumpkin. But if he doesn't ask now, he doesn't know if he'll get another chance.
"Dave?' His voice barely above a whisper. The boy behind him grunts his acknowledgment. "What happens tomorrow?"
"What do you mean?" He plays stupid. He's become rigid against Kurt's back. And Kurt wishes he could just take his question back. The clock has struck midnight and he's once again the forgotten step-daughter dressed in rags.
"Never mind." Kurt replies, his chest aching. "It's getting late, do you mind giving me a ride home?" He reluctantly extracts himself from the warmth that is Dave. Talking to his feet rather than the boy in front of him desperately trying to catch his eye.
The silence is no longer pleasant and comfortable. Dave clears his throat before delivering a single word. "Sure."
A/N: Sassy Dave is sassy. But don't worry, he shall redeem himself. Read and review! Cause reviews make me write faster believe it or not. If you guys are good and I get lots and lots of reviews then I'll post another chapter later today.