AU – Set during Senior Year on the run up to Christmas. Kurt never transferred; after a few run ins he and Dave found an interesting way to deal.
Rated M only.
Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt and plot (the plot runneth over - I wonder how may of these I can come up with before my limited imagination runs out). Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).
I own nothing, literally.
Good Boy Kurt
Chapter Eleven
Putting my collar back on I hesitantly link my arm with Mercedes', she cuddles in and says, "Okay Kurt, let's get you cleaned up and ready to take on the world." I'm then dragged into the nearest girls bathroom and over to the sinks. I really shouldn't cry in public, I get blotchy, and peering into the mirror I can see a spot forming.
Digging around in her bag, Mercedes begins pulling out her emergency kit. With a minor consultation from me she gets to work. Fiercely concentrating she expertly cleans, dusts, sweeps and rubs various products into my face. A few finishing tugs to my clothes later and she turns me back to the mirror.
"Perfect as usual Mercedes," I say clapping my hands happily at the vast improvement.
"Kurt…" she says hesitantly. She is looking anywhere and everywhere but at me. Hurrying over to the door she locks it so we wont be interrupted and then she comes back and holds my hands. My stomach sinks a little, I'm not sure what to do or say. She clears her throat and then looks me in the eyes, "Kurt I need to ask you a question and I really hope you'll answer me. I want you to know I'm not judging you, that I really care for you, you're my best friend, and I've always known you'll have my back."
Nodding at her I bite my lip and wait, I feel a little nauseous and clutch her hands nervously. What could she possibly ask that has her this upset?
"Kurt, I love you, you will always be more than a friend to me, you're family. I know how lonely you used to be, I watched you watch everyone else pair up, and you would always be left out, because there was no other openly gay kid around."
She's right, I was lonely, but then I've always been lonely. All my life there was something different about me, something that meant I never really had friends. Not until I joined Glee and found the other rejects, and outcasts, the social leapers no one else wanted to know. And then to watch them pair up had been hard, on the one hand I was happy because they were happy, on the other I was back to waiting outside in the cold wondering when it was my turn.
Her hands tighten, "I held you after Finn broke your heart. I listened as you raved about Sam. I endured the Blaine worshipping. And I cried so hard every night because Karofsky scared you so bad you nearly stopped being Kurt," I flinch at the last part. "So I need you to stop, and think, and remember that this is me, you can tell me anything, you came out to me first and I never told a soul. I know you've hidden things from me before, but I need you to tell me the truth."
Taking a deep breath she asks me, "Do you love Karofsky?"
That's it? That's the big question? I let out a shuddering breath in relief. "Yes Mercedes I do love David Karofsky, and not just that, I really like him too." I want my friend to understand, "You don't know him Mercedes, the real David, you only see what he's let people see. He's had to hide himself for good reason for so long, and he's gotten really good at it."
Searching my face she nods, "Okay Kurt, I trust you." Ginning at me she says, "And you'll spill all the juicy details, how you hooked up, your first time losing your v card to him."
"Mercedes!" My hands fly to my face, it's burning again.
"Uh-uh, you did not get those hickeys holding hands white boy, come on I'm single and have to live through my friends' adventures," she teases me touching the side of my neck. "And that almost kiss by the lockers?" She fans herself, "it was hawt!"
"Mercedes!" I mock bitch at her, "There is more to a relationship that hawtness!"
"Oh and you're telling me you don't think he's a total stud?" She throws back at me, one eyebrow raised calling my bluff.
Breaking first I end up giggling and confess, "He's totally hot and the most studly of studs. He makes my knees weak."
Hugging and giggling together just like the old times; I can't believe how lucky I am. I pull her into a deeper hug and inside I'm doing a victory dance, with spandex, no sequins, oh I know, feathers, yes with feathers on my outfit.
"I've really missed you Mercedes, I love you so much."
Hand rubbing my back she says, "And I've missed you Kurt, everything's been so colourless without you."
"Ain't no mountain high enough," suddenly fills the bathroom, and Mercedes gets her phone out of her bag. As she is answering it she shoots the briefest of glances at me and then looks away. My stomach twists.
"This is she," she says. "Uh-huh," she listens and then says, "Yes, and no." Then weirdly for Mercedes she gives one-word answers between pauses. "No. Yes. Yes. Kinda. No. Yes. I'll see you later." Then she hangs up and turns back to me. "That was Tina," but she's hiding something from me.
Worried and thinking hard I make a decision, "'Cedes, when I said I love you I meant it. So please don't take this the wrong way because you mean the world to me. But I will protect you, even if it's from other people that mean well."
"Kurt what is it?"
Holding her in my arms and deadly serious I say, "If it comes down to a choice between me and Glee, I want you to promise me that you will choose Glee."
Pushing me away she says, "I don't understand. Why would I have to choose? And I know you'd win over Glee."
"Oh Mercedes, I couldn't bear it if they turned on you because of me! It hurt so much when they did it to me, and I had David to turn to," I tell her. "So if they get upset, you have to protect yourself first 'Cedes, we can always meet up after school, or after we graduate, because I do not want to loose you."
Taking my face in her hands she very calmly says, "You are never going to loose me, and everything is going to turn out for the best, you'll see."
I nod, pretending to believe her and blurt out, "Do you know how my dad is?" It's been bothering me for months. "David tries to listen in when Finn talks about him, but it can get pretty loud in the locker room, and well this is Finn we are talking about he tends to get confused about things."
The last we had heard was that dad had gone for a routine check-up, or at least that is what David had translated from Finn-speak, Finn had tried to use the big words again. Finn said dad had done super awesome and the doctors were happy, but it wouldn't be difficult to hide things from Finn and make him believe everything was okay when it wasn't.
"Your dad is doing great," she reassures me, "Carole is making sure he eats right and keeps exercising. The last time I was there for a meeting he had some of his test results in his hands, and was trying to get Carole to let him have some cake for being so good, she swatted his hands away and made him have the special snacks instead, he sulked for over an hour."
The scene is so clear in my mind, I can see them in the house, see dad trying his hardest, Carole folding her arms and then pushing the healthy snack at him, and him eating it but sulking like a bear with toothache.
"Thank you," I kiss her gratefully on the cheek. "I've been so worried, you know what he's like."
"Oh I know, he's still bitching about all the veg he has to eat," she shudders at the very thought of them too.
Linking her arm back in mine she asks, "Well? Are you ready to face the world? To let them know Kurt Hummel is not only back but is gonna own 'em all? Plus we have class to get to."
"I'm ready!" I tell her, "Let's knock them dead. Its just so annoying that no one else in Lima gets fashion, if they did we'd rule this school!"
Gathering up our things and unlocking the door we walk down the corridors arm in arm, a comfortable silence between us.
Passing through the halls and corridors of McKinley people keep stopping and staring at us. Glancing at my friend I can't see anything out of place so I hiss to her, "Why are they staring, is something wrong?"
"Sweetie, you walk around with those not so little love bites, people are gonna look at you, and this is my stop." Turning to me she hugs me and gives me a kiss on my cheek. "Now you run along to class, and I'll see you later baby. Love you Kurt."
"Love you too," I tell her and kiss her cheek in return. I watch as she struts into the classroom. Shaking my head happily I sigh and make my way to my classroom. Oh joy, math.
Door in sight I square my shoulders for my lesson, I hate the teacher and he hates me the homophobic idiot. It doesn't help that I'm vastly better at math than he is and have now made it my mission in life to, very nicely and with an eye to being helpful, show him up at every single lesson.
"Hey Princess," a lazy male voice says and an arm is slung around my shoulders, "ready for another great math day?"
Noah Puckerman resident sex shark, surprise math geek, and all round bad boy is currently pressed up against me smirking.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
The author would like to state for the record that even though her nose is sore she did not squeal like a child because her reviews now fit on 3 pages and did not do a silly little victory dance which resulted in banging into the door frame, it is merely coincidence. But thanks for all the reviews; I love seeing what you think of the story so far.
Oh and I'm back to work today, holiday is over, so updates will take longer. Sorry I just can't seem to win the lottery so that I can retire now (might help if I bought a ticket…).
