A/N: Slutty Kurt and more drama. Enjoy. Hot Summer Lights' show: .com/watch?v=RPwcBBzhfs0. Songs mentioned are Life is a Highway and Paparazzi.
If you had asked Dave Karofsky what he would be doing at 10 o'clock that night, he might have answered: sitting on a jail cell after kidnapping Hummel, or possibly crying on the floor of his bedroom because Fancy had rejected him again. In a million year he would have never thought he would be strolling (yes strolling) through Cedar Point toward the Hot Summer Lights' show holding another boy's hand. It was dark as the park lights had been dimmed in the area leading to the giant screen but he could still make out the smile on Hummel's lips. He couldn't be sure but he knew at least part of that smile was for him.
Kurt squeezed his hand as an announcer signaled the show was about to start, 'Dave, over here,' Kurt pulled them towards an empty bit on the pavement behind the crowd sitting on front of the screen.
Kurt scanned the pavement checking for trash, gum or wetness before sitting down and crossing his legs. Kurt patted the pavement next to him and Dave sat down so his knee brushed against the other boy's.
Kurt's shoulder rose as a shiver shot up his back from the cold pavement, 'I should have grabbed my blazer. It's getting cold out.'
Dave shook his head, 'no ugly blazers allowed. Here,' here said removing his letterman jacket and passing it to Kurt.
'Won't you be cold?' Kurt asked slipping on the oversized jacket.
Dave patted his stomach, 'Us chubby boys have installation.'
Kurt bit his bottom lip, 'you're not chubby, Dave.'
Dave looked away at the pavement unsure of how to respond until he felt a delicate hand on his cheek, 'hey you, listen up because I'm only going to say this once. You're not chubby, or sweaty and you have thick non-balding hair. I lied in the locker room. We both know you are my type, so stop with the sad puppy dog eyes, okay?'
Dave leaned his cheek against the soft touch of Kurt's fingers, 'good to know.'
Kurt smiled removing his hand and shook his head, 'I just…want to make the most of our last few hours together if this is going to be a one time thing.'
Dave uncrossed his legs and moved behind Kurt. He reached his arms around the smaller boy hidden in his jacket and pulled Kurt between his legs until his back rested against Dave's chest. Dave nuzzled against Kurt's neck as he agreed, 'in that case let me hold you for awhile.'
Dave could feel Kurt's body melt into his like butter, he rubbed his thumb over the top of the other boy's hand. It was perfect.
A voice came over the load speaker to say the show was starting and Dave felt Kurt's body jump against him as fire exploded near the huge screen. Dave gasped not because of the fire but because Fancy had planted his tiny ass against Dave's zipper. 'Control yourself,' he warned his groin.
No sooner had the thought cross his mind, he felt Kurt bounce sideways against him again as he clapped his hands, 'Yes, High School Musical!'
Dave's eye shot open, he couldn't even focus on the screen now, 'Hummel was way, way too close. How could he not feel his growing hardness?'
'Ah, Kurt…,' Dave started to whisper.
Kurt looked over his shoulder at him as the song ended and a Snoopy cartoon filled the screen.
Dave let out a relieved sigh. He didn't want to tell Kurt about his problem, 'this show is really…cool.'
'Yeah,' he swears he heard Kurt moan as another song started to play.
Dave cursed Hairspray to hell when the song started, as he felt Kurt continue his dance sitting that seemed to now consist of the hand jive and rocking his hips against Dave. He was pretty much dry humping him, 'didn't Hummel realize that there were children in this park?'
Dave took a deep breath willing himself not to thrust forward no matter how much he wanted too, as he whispered a warning in Kurt's ear, 'we need to calm down.'
Kurt smoothed his hair down as he glanced over his shoulder at Dave, 'but I like it.'
Dave gritted his teeth, 'you're going to get us arrested if someone notices.'
'You'll like the next song,' Kurt leant hard against Dave's body.
When Dave heard the opening chord his face blushed red, 'you have got to be kidding me.'
Well, life's like a road that you travel on
There's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside every darkened door
Where Blues won't haunt you anymore
For the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate
To break down the guarding gate
There's not much time left today, yay.
Kurt giggled at Dave as he sang out the line he had been waiting for, 'Life is a highway, I wanna ride it. All night long.'
'Dirty slut,' Dave teased pushing forward against Kurt. Two could play at this game.
'Oh, umm…you like that, huh?' Kurt closed his eyes running his fingers up and down Dave's thigh.
'A little,' Dave answered resting his hand on Kurt's knee.
It didn't take long for the song to change to Lady Gaga's Paparazzi, suddenly Dave's stomach sank as he remembered all the times he had sat in his bedroom pretending to sing this to Kurt. Sure, he listened to all the songs, because he wanted to know what Kurt liked after seeing him in his ridiculous Gaga costume, but this song had stayed with him. He felt himself mouthing the lyrics softly:
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me, Papa-paparazzi.
Baby, there's no other superstar
you know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi.
Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until that boy is mine.
Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me.
Papa-paparazzi.
Dave wasn't sure if Kurt could hear him and he didn't care. He just needed to say it out loud. He had had chased Kurt until he loved him but was this feeling even real? Even with the hot twink resting between his legs, he wasn't sure. Deep down he knew this was wrong. He was a perverted stalker, a kidnapper, Kurt wasn't his to have. When the Dalton dumbass got his act together Kurt would be crawling all over him and Dave would be forgotten. He glanced at Kurt once more holding back tears, as he rose from the pavement holding his hand to his mouth as he ran away from the crowd.
