~VioletCherry342~


Kurt collapsed down on at the kitchen table, yawning softly before saying, "Morning, Dad.."

"Morning, kiddo," He replied, sipping his coffee, not looking up from the morning paper.

Kurt did his typical sit-there-until-Burt-sighed-and-set-his-coffee-down routine before standing up and wandering past his door and to the kitchen, browsing the fridge even though he'd probably have a protein bar and a piece of fruit, which proved he was nervous that morning, and his dad folded the paper and walked to the bathroom. Kurt scurried back over to his door and tapped the top stair, waving David up when he got to the bottom of the stairs.

David jogged up the stairs and pecked Kurt's cheek, his heart fluttering a little at the innocent smile that crossed his lips before the taller boy hightailed it out, going to get his car off the side of the road. He was confused, too. How the fuck was he supposed to keep his hands off Kurt now? He could still taste his lips, feel his body shivering against his. The thought made David groan when he sat in his car, having to pinch himself to get his blood back up to his...skull, if you get where he's going with that.

Then his head started thinking of how Kurt could be doing that same, was-supposed-to-be-uncomfortable action and he groaned again, making himself punch himself in the ribs, which made him let out a shriek. "Smart.." He growled at himself. "So damn smart.."

And despite the fact he'd had nightmares about Kurt finding out about this whole..situation..last night, he figured he could get himself out of this without hurting his boy. He could do this. He could protect Kurt from this and keep his secret too. But, it's not like he was ashamed of Kurt. Really! He's not! He loves him more than life itself now that he knows him..But God, he's just terrified of the facts, the fact that it didn't matter that he was bigger and stronger than almost everyone on the football team, they would still take up the "Slushie Facials" and the names and insults and abuse and frankly, he didn't think he could stand that. He'd just have to defend Kurt when something happened, and then be done with it. He'd come out in college, or something. Yeah..That's perfct.

He could do this.

He waited ten minutes, arguing with himself about what to do, before driving around and pulling in front of Kurt's house. He walked to the door today, instead of honking or calling his cell, and knocked on the door.

To his discomfort, Burt was the one who answered.

"H-Hello, si-Mr. Hummel," He said softly.

"Karofsky."

"You could call me David." He bit his lip. "If you, ya know, want to. I don't mind."

"Good to know."

The monotone, to the point answers were making things even more uncomfortable. "I-I'm here to pick up Kurt for school..?"

"Is that a question?" Burt asked.

"No, sir," He said.

Burt sighed and shook his head, grumbling something David didn't catch, before calling, "KURT! David's back."

The jock flushed, hoping he just meant they were together a lot, only relaxing slightly when Kurt came back out with his bag.

"Bye Dad," He said quickly, hugging Burt before moving under David's extended arm, kissing his cheek. "Morning."

"Morning," He said, leading Kurt back to the car and kissing his ear, whispering against it. "Not. Fair."

"What?" Kurt asked, not getting an answer until he curled up in the front seat, turning his gray-blue-green eyes on David's adorably confused one.

"You have more acting practice than me," He said, pouting cutely because Burt had closed the door. "It's not fair."

"Oh, please!" Kurt snickered, leaning over and kissing David's pouty lips away. "Don't be so cute and don't make me late!"

"What is it with you and school?" David said. "There are so many things I could do to pass the time."

And again, that damn animal inside of him that would not shut up and go back to sleep caused him to duck his head and kiss and nibble on the soft skin of his collarbone. Kurt shivered, violently, leaning his head back which only passed the shiver onto David, before Kurt smacked his shoulder.

"Knock it off!" He teased, but the flush to his cheeks let David know he wasn't mad. Thank God.. "School first."

David rolled his eyes playfully. "It's your fault."

"My fault?" Kurt laughed. "How so?"

"You prance around in those tight jeans and that freakin' shirt.." David growled softly. "It is completely and utterly unfair that anyone can be that gorgeous."

Kurt smiled and blushed again, looking down at his bag which was lying in his lap. "Thanks..."

"No problem, Fancy," He said, smiling, pulling out of the driveway and to school after taking Kurt's smaller hand in his and holding it the whole way through."

.~.*.~.*.~.*.~.

"Yo!" Grayson smacked David's shoulder, causing the other boy to jump at the sudden appearance. "You dog."

"What?" David replied, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

"Don't play dumb," He said, smirking. "Z saw your car parked around Hummel's at three AM."

"Why the hell was Az out at three AM?" He retorted.

"Don't ask me," He replied with a shrug. "Not the point! Did you bed him? Seriously?"

"Yeah, I kinda need to talk to you about that..." David bit his lip. He hadn't figured out what to say yet, and Grayson had this look on his face like he wanted to slushie him and high five him at the same time.

"I do NOT want details!" Grayson shook his head violently, scowling. "Now listen, meet in the locker room after homo-explosion gathers. We got your payoff."

"No, Grays, listen-"

"Shh!" He said, already walking away. "Don't be late."

"Smith!" David groaned when Grayson just waved at him backwards, walking down the hall.

Agitated, David walked back down the hallway, the opposite direction Grayson went, and snaked his arm around Kurt's waist, lifting him up. Kurt nearly elbowed him again before he kissed his neck, which made him laugh slightly.

"Well, hi to you too," He said, leaning back against the embrace. "I thought we were in hiding?"

"We are..." David said. "But no one's here, so..."

"So I'm all yours?"

"Exactly," He said, nuzzling the soft skin before turning him around, kissing him softly. Kurt grinned, and laughed again when David made the very theatrical show of bowing at the waist and offering his hand, his other arm behind his back. "Can I walk the most gorgeous human to class this morning?"

"But of course," Kurt teased, slipping his hand into David's, smiling when he got spun around.

Don't ask how David went from growling profanities to playing with Kurt in the hallway, but seeing him there like the innocent little angel he was, flipping through his folder to make sure he had everything..It was just adorable, and he'd forgotten about Grayson completely.

He stole yet another kiss from Kurt, this one more loving and drawn out, before releasing his hand and letting him walk inside just before the crowd starting paying attention.

With the large crowd, he didn't really register Santana's swishing skirt below her crossed arms, still lower than the scowl on her lips.

"David Karofsky!" She shrieked, and David jumped, huffing in annoyance.

"What, Santana?" He asked.

"Needs to have little chat with ya," She said in her usual Santana-Style. "Now!"

"I'm kinda busy," He lied. "I'm gonna be late for class."

"Oh, you're gonna wanna hear this," She said. "It's about Hummel."


Oooh, this plot is getting very thick ;) Bwahaha.

Okay, on a side note, am I the only one annoyed that we haven't had any Max Adler in the last two epis of Glee? -_- Seriously! Where's my boy? :(

Anyhow...I just wanted to say I can't believe the response there is on this story! :D I love you guys! :3