Kurt went drove home in a dazed and generally exhausted state. Everything had made him tired; the effort of being mad at Dave, the adult attitude he forced himself to take, the lingering anger he'd held in until he came. Mostly, though, it was the way he had completely stepped outside of himself and pinning Dave underneath him.
It was probably because Kurt was tired, but his mind was really caught up in how wild it was. Two months ago, they would have been in a completely opposite situation. Any other time, really, their roles would have been reversed. Dave might have pinned Kurt down for the other football players to get a good slushie shot. Or he would have pinned him down when they were alone in the hallway, like Dave had in the stairwell. This was so different, and Kurt thought it might have meant something, but he was too tired to think what.
When he got home, Kurt peeled his clothes off and stepped into the shower. He turned the water to warm and simply stood underneath it, letting the heat and the water wash away the whole week really.
He climbed into bed wearing only boxers, cuddled under a soft duvet. He feel asleep right away, exhausted but lighter and happier than he'd been before.
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Kurt slept until 1pm, late for him. His sleep was just starting to get lighter when his phone rang from the pocket of his pants on the floor.
He leaned out of bed to get it, and saw that the caller ID said DK. He slid back under his warm comforter and into his pillows before he answered.
"mmmm hello?"
"Hey Kurt. Are you still in bed?"
"mmmm mhm." Kurt stretched his entire body, from the flexing his feet to stretching his arms as he answered. Dave laughed lightly. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. I just wanted to hear your voice, I guess. Make sure you're not really mad at me."
Kurt signed as he snuggled back under the blanket.
"I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad. Kind of."
"I'm really sorry."
"I am too. I can't make you come out, I should stop trying. Its just," Kurt sighed and rolled over. "When I think of dating, I don't think of hiding in the school and making out when we can. I think of show dates, and dinners, and slow dancer, and just. Hanging out without being afraid like this. I guess."
Dave was quiet for a minute. Kurt couldn't think of anything else to say, so he was quiet too.
"Do you want to come over to my house tomorrow? To hang out? My sister will be here, but my parents won't."
"You have a sister?"
"Yeah. She's six."
Kurt smiled, but something was nagging him.
"I didn't know you had a sister. Why didn't I know that?"
"I don't know. But if you want, we have from 1 to 11 tomorrow."
"Ok." Kurt smiled in his bed. "I'd like that."
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The next day, Kurt woke up at a normal weekend time. He finished homework, ate food and got ready to go out. He went down stairs, and called good bye into his dad in the kitchen.
"Wait a second kid. Where are you going?"
"No where, just out to visit a friend."
"You sure? Does this have anything to do with you running off after the game the other night? And don't tell me you went to the dance, because I know you didn't."
Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush, Kurt thought.
"Kurt? Are you ok?"
He was definitely blushing.
"Yeah, I'm find Dad. I'm just going to see a friend. Its kind of complicated, is all."
Burt walked forward a little.
"Alright. Well, I'm here if you need to talk to me, you got that?"
"I know Dad." Kurt smiled, because he really did appreciate it. He wasn't sure he'd actually ever be able to tell his dad anything. Especially not what happened two nights ago. But still, it was nice to have a dad who at least tired to understand and care. Kurt walked over to his dad and gave him a hug around the middle, and Burt patted his son's head.
"Bye bye."
"Bye kid."
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Kurt managed to follow Dave's directions without getting too lost, and he pulled up to Dave's house at 1:30. For a long moment, Kurt worried about what was going to happen. Was this going to be a complete mess of awkward looks and blushes as they thought about Friday night? At the time, breathing heavy and feeling Dave hard under him, Kurt didn't have time (or blood in his brain enough) to be embarrassed, but now he really really was. It was nothing like him or anything he'd ever done before. Kurt didn't even know what to think of himself, Dave couldn't know either.
Dave answered the knock on the door right away.
"Hey."
"Hi." Dave pulled him into the house and closed the door before he kissed Kurt lightly on the mouth. Suddenly, they heard a high pitched voice float in from another room.
"Ask him if he can make cookies Davey!"
Kurt looked over at Dave, utterly confused. "What?"
"My little sister really wants to make chocolate chip cookies and we have stuff to make it from scratch but I've only ever used mix. So I don't know how. I said that I'd do whatever she wanted today before I told her you were coming over. So…"
Dave looked apologetic and Kurt burst into laughter. He leaned forward to kiss Dave again, and smiled wide with relief at the normalcy.
"Of course I can make cookies. I want to meet your little sister now, Davey."
"Don't call me that," Dave smiled back at him, and lead Kurt into a kitchen. A little girl with pigtails was sitting on a stool at a kitchen island and eating chocolate chips out of a bag one by one.
"Kurt, this is Emily. Emily, stop eating the ingredients. This is Kurt."
"Hi Kurt." Emily smiled at them for a minute. Then she looked between them for a second. She got off her stool and walked over to Dave. It seemed like she was trying to whisper softly to him, but Kurt heard her anyway.
"Is he your prince Davey?"
"Maybe, Em." Dave whispered back, much more quietly, but Kurt still managed to catch it. "Kurt's going to make cookies with us, why don't you get a bowl?"
Kurt looked over at Dave as Emily walked away. Dave leaned on the table and Kurt walked over.
"What did she mean?"
"Umm…" Dave looked down at his hands.
"Does she know?" Kurt tried.
"You heard that?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Um, well, when we were littler, I guess she was three? Anyway, we were watching Snow White and she said that someday she wanted a Prince to kiss her. So I told her that I thought I did too." Dave smiled at Kurt as he gasped. "I told her not to tell anyone, she's usually really good at it. I'm not sure she really knows what it means though. She called me upstairs once when Azimo was over to ask if he was going to be my prince, which was funny because I don't think he's anyone's idea of a prince."
Kurt's smile was reaching ear to ear and his heart hurt, it was such a sweet story.
"So you're out to your little sister?"
"I guess so."
Emily came back with the bowl just then; she dropped it on the table, and insisted that they start the cookies right now.
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Their cookie making went rather well, though it was four hours before they came out of the oven.
Emily really wanted to be the one to put the mixer in the bowl, but she didn't put it all the way in, and accidentally sprayed flower and a bit of egg on to all three of them. Kurt cleaned off his shirt right away, and insisted that the other two did as well ("dab, don't rub, and use cold water") but Emily was far too cute and excited to get very mad at.
Dave kept trying to eat the cookie dough, which set both Emily and Kurt against him. Once, Emily smacked his hand with a wooden spoon and Kurt yelled at him.
"Stop sneaking bites! You're going to eat all the chocolate chips and then they won't taste good at all."
"Yeah!" Emily shook the wooden spoon at him again. Dave held up his hands in surrender, but Kurt wasn't buying it. He leaned down to Emily.
"Watch him while I grease the cookie tray. If he tries to take any more, smack him again." Emily nodded, then turned toward Dave with her mouth set, her eyes narrowed and the spoon raised.
Personally, Dave thought that they were both taking a few chocolate chip cookies far too seriously.
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When the cookies came out of the oven, Dave stepped into big brother mode and insisted that Emily would have to eat 'real food' before she could have any cookies. She pouted for several minutes, then asked for chicken nuggets and an apple.
Dave set about making it.
"Do you want something Kurt? I mean, we don't have any jelly beans, but chicken nuggets are kind of the same shape…" Kurt chuckled a little.
"I'm alright for now. I'll wait for the cookies."
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They ended up taking a plate of cookies into the living room, because Emily wanted to watch a movie before bedtime. She decided on Enchanted; Kurt figured she must have an affinity for Disney.
Emily lay on the floor in front of them, and Kurt sat with Dave on the couch. Emily was completely engrossed in her cookies and the movie, so Kurt lay on Dave's shoulder and Dave slid his hand onto Kurt's.
Dave didn't really care about the movie, but it was cute to see Kurt humming along and Emily kicking her feet back and forth to the beat of the songs. Dave traced shapes onto Kurt's hand, and every so often, he leaned over and pushed a kiss onto the top of Kurt's head. It always made Kurt snuggle closer to him, and Dave couldn't see his face, but he felt Kurt smile against his shoulder. This hanging out thing, he decided, was very nice.
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When the movie ended, Dave told Emily that it was time for bed.
She didn't move.
"Emily, time to stand up and go to bed."
She rolled over and her legs flop onto the ground.
"I'm too tired."
"That's why you should go to bed."
"Carry meeeeeeeeeeeee." She whined. Kurt sat up a little and smiled at Dave. Dave smiled back and let out a very loud and dramatic sigh.
"Fineeee." he whined back, far too long for either of them to believe he was actually upset.
He got off the couch, and Emily sat up and reach her arms towards him. He picked her up like she was nothing. To him she probably was, Kurt thought. After all Dave could pick Kurt up and he weighed more than a six year old. Emily rested her head on Dave's shoulder and he turned toward Kurt for a moment.
"I'll be right back."
"Bye bye Kurt." Emily waved over Dave's shoulder as he walked away. "Thanks for making me cookies."
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When Dave came back down, Kurt was sitting in the middle of the couch, under a throw blanket.
"You're a really good big brother." Dave smiled his handsome smile.
"Thanks." He got back on the couch, with his back against the arm and his legs stretched out in front of him. Kurt moved to sit back on his heels between his legs. It was so natural for Dave to rest his hand on Kurt's hips that he didn't even realize he was doing it until he felt the warmth of another body under his fingers. Kurt traced a finger up Dave's chest, and followed it with his eyes until he was looking at the jock's face.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"How come you're out to your sister, but you can't come out to your parents?" Dave looked at him for a minute, then sighed.
"I don't know, I just don't think they'd be happy. Its not like they're anti-gay, I guess, they're just so traditional. Everything for them is white picket fences and 2.5 kids, you know? They got so mad at my cousin when she moved in with her boyfriend because the weren't married, and I think they kind of judge our next door neighbors because they adopted kids who don't look anything like them. My parents are expecting me to take classic prom photos and to bring girls home for dinner. I don't know, I just think they'd be really disappointed if I told them I was gay."
"I'm sure they'd still love you."
"Yeah, but it'd be different. They wouldn't look at me the same. Just let it go alright?"
Kurt sat up and kissed Dave, then pulled away a little.
"Ok. Sorry."
"S'ok." Dave put a hand on the back of Kurt's neck and pulled him down again. This kiss was slow and deep, and they didn't break until they both needed air. Dave let his hand traced down each of Kurt's vertebra until his hand was resting on Kurt's slim lower back.
"Hang on, I should take care of the TV." Dave untwisted himself out of his hug with Kurt to get off the couch. He had bent down and was messing with the DVD player when he felt Kurt's eyes on him. He turned to look and saw Kurt was looking at his ass. He dropped the DVD in its case and turned to him.
"If you take a picture, it'll last longer."
Kurt turned a lovely shade of pink, and for the first time Dave noticed it went down his neck. Dave wondered how far down Kurt's pale chest the blush went.
He smirked at Kurt and walked over to bend close to him on the couch, one hand on either side of the slim boy's legs. Kurt caught Dave's head in his hands and looked at him for a minute, one thumbs stroking back and forth over his bottom lip.
"You look really handsome when you smile," Kurt told Dave. He brought his thumb over Dave's lip again. "Really really handsome. You look like Marlon Brando or James Dean or something."
Kurt reached up and brushed a hand through Dave's hair.
"You're my boyfriend," he said.
"Yes. I am. I knew that."
"I know, but after all this time I don't think I've said it out loud yet. Boyfriend."
Dave laughed.
"Yes. I'm your boyfriend. And you're my prince."
Dave leaned in as they both laughed, Kurt in a breathy giggle and Dave in a low chuckle. Then, their lips met in light, sweet kisses again and again.
A/N: This story was getting a bit angsty, wasn't it? Well here's the other end of the spectrum; they are still two teenagers falling in love after all. They have sweet moments too.
The idea of Emily is not my own. There's a blog on tumblr called ask-karofsky. Its an awesome blog, and Emily is the invention of that artist, right down to the pigtails. I just really like the idea of bigbrother!Dave and I wanted to give him someone who'll always loves him.
So, tell me what you think!