Notes: Wai! So cool! I have my own little live yaoi couple!
Chapter 11
Kurt was known to be a excellent student. He worked hard on all of his subjects. But between his confusion about Dave, his anger over him joining Glee and then finally the arguments he had been having with his father about his mother...Kurt hadn't been paying attention in class. In fact, the past couple of days he had been sent to the nurse's office and told to rest because of stomach pains. He had finally gotten used to Dave being in Glee. And his stomach had stopped hurting. But the fact of the matter was, he was starting to fall behind in his math. He couldn't let his dad know. And most of the others in Glee weren't the best at math. Except for Rachel, but Kurt was always resisting the urge to pluck her eyebrows and gag her each time he was in the room with her. So now he was trying to figure it out on his own. Staying after school to prolong having to go and see his father.
Dave paused, he had stayed after school, talking to Coach Bestie in hopes of rejoining the team. He was told no. And so he was getting ready to leave but paused when he saw Kurt sitting alone in a classroom. Which made Dave uneasy. The team was still at school. There were few teachers. If Kurt stayed here alone...who knows what could happen to him. It was Dave's duty as boyfriend-to-be, had he really just thought that?, to protect him. So Dave stepped into the doorway. "Kurt? ...What're you doing?" he asked. Kurt looked up from his book. "Karofsky? I...I'm trying to..." He groaned and slammed the book close. Dave moved in a bit more and looked at the cover. "Calculus?" Dave asked and Kurt sighed with a nod. Dave smiled. "I think I can help. Why don't we go to your house?" Kurt frowned at him. "Um...my house...?"
Less than twenty minutes later Kurt had convinced Dave that going to his house would be bad. That he and his dad were fighting and they would have no privacy because Finn would be there. And somehow, and Kurt still wasn't sure how, Dave had convinced Kurt to come to HIS house. And now, much to Dave's delight, Kurt was seated on Karofsky's bed. Looking very much like a frightened rabbit. Dave shrugged out of his Letterman jacket and Kurt swallowed thickly. He had called Dave 'chubby'. But it was easy to see, when he was only in a shirt and not that unflattering jacket, that Dave was anything BUT chubby. Course Kurt had felt that before, but he couldn't be sure until he saw him like this.
Dave smirked, moving over and taking a seat next to him. He took the book from Kurt and opened it. "Okay. So, this part here..." Dave began. About an hour later Kurt was looking at him in disbelief. Dave smiled as he closed the book. "What?" he asked. Kurt shook his head slowly. "How...How do YOU know Calculus?" He asked. Dave laughed. "Because all jocks are supposed to be dumb?" He asked. Kurt gave a one arms shrug. "Well..." Dave laughed, climbing off of the bed. "I'm gonna go grab a soda. You want anything?" Kurt shook his head. "No I...should probably be heading home." And I probably should have asked Blaine for help instead... he thought. This last hour had been...nice. Kurt had completely relaxed around Dave.
Dave looked a bit sad that Kurt was leaving. He nodded and quickly masked it. "Alright." He offered a hand out to Kurt to help him to his feet. Kurt gasped as Dave pulled him swiftly and easily up. Like he was light as a feather. Kurt stumbled slightly, landing against Dave's chest. Dave placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders to help steady him. "I knew it." He murmured, and Kurt looked up at him with a small blush. Dave shrugged. "I'm simply irresistible." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Right." He pulled back, finally gaining his footing. "Thanks for your help. But I should get back..." he said quietly. Dave smiled, "Alright..."
"Blaine, this is getting really weird." Kurt said as he gently scrubbed his face, looking in the mirror. Blaine's chuckle came on the other end of the phone. "Because he's being nice to you?" "YES!" Kurt shouted, exasperated. "Why is he acting nice? Helping me?" Blaine rolled his eyes. "Kurt, I think he really does like you. And that's why he's helping you. Oh! Hang on, I got another call." Kurt sighed, "I'm heading to bed. I'll call you later." he said, hanging up his phone. Blaine chuckled and switched over to the other line. "Why hello Dave." he said. "I helped him study!" He said excitedly.
"I know. Kurt was talking about it like crazy." Blaine said. "Really?" Asked Dave, sounding like a excited puppy. Blaine chuckled again, "He thinks you're insane." "Oh..." He sighed. "It's Saturday tomorrow." Dave mumbled. "And that's a bad thing?" Blaine asked. Dave shrugged. "I'm working at the pool. Kurt never comes there so I won't get to see him." He sighed sadly. Blaine smirked on the other end. "Really? We'll see about that..."
Kurt shut his locker at the pool. He was nervous, wearing only his swim trunks. He tried to tell Blaine that chlorine wasn't good for ones skin or hair. Not to mention...Kurt didn't know how to swim. But Blaine said he really wanted to go swimming. So swimming they would go. Kurt was embarrassed to be seen without a shirt though, especially since he was early. With a deep breath he walked out into the pool area. He kept one arm crossed protectively across his chest as he walked around slowly.
Dave's breath caught in his throat. There he was. Kurt. Shirtless. His skin so pale and smooth and soft... He hadn't seen anything hotter. A squeal of laughter and a splash had him turning his eyes towards the kiddy pool. He was the lifeguard. Which meant as much as he wanted to just stare Kurt up and down, he had to pay attention to everything around him. Which meant while his eyes were on the kids...he didn't see Azimio and some of his goons walking in.
"So the little fag decided to go swimming?" Azimio said, smirking. Kurt tensed, turning to them. "I...What do you want?" He asked. Azimio tilted his head and glanced over at Dave, who still wasn't looking yet. "You turned our boy gay. If it wasn't for you...spreading your...disease around." he growled, stepping closer. Kurt looked at him, offended. "It's not something that you can catch, you imbecile! And if you could get that in your thick head you'd realize that!" Kurt said, his voice rising. Azimio moved even closer and leaned over, whispering in his ear. "Dave would be a lot better off if you would just...disappear." And then a fist slammed into Kurt's gut. Kurt's eyes went wide, watering as he lost all the air in his lungs. Another fist went into his gut and then he was shoved back into the water.
Kurt couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He struggled to, his hands reaching out blindly. His lungs and stomach burning. And then...it didn't matter that he couldn't breathe. The burning stopped...and Kurt just...relaxed. His vision darkening and he heard a muffled, "KURT!" and then...nothing...