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 (beware of the plot). Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).
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Good Boy Kurt
Chapter Thirteen
Diet and nutrition are two words that have unfortunately bypassed the canteen at McKinley High, or perhaps the memo on it got lost due to budget cuts. The healthy salad bar is depressingly boring, and I'm fairly sure that piece of limp lettuce has been there all week, I'm also fairly sure it will still be there next week too.
Being the naturally creative person I am I set about making a nice side salad for my lunch. A few pieces of chicken and some vegetables later and I have a tasty low calorie and vitamin filled lunch. The other kids pile into the busy junk food area and I shudder at the thought of their arteries.
Passing the dessert display the sight of strawberries makes my mouth water, there is just one bowl and it has reserved beside it. Drat, I love strawberries. Even as I watch the bowl is removed by the staff and handed over to someone next to me, sulking I turn away, I don't care who it is, they just stole my strawberries.
"Ah Fancy, don't be like that, I got 'em for you," the deep rumbling voice says. David is standing there holding the bowl of fruit out to me, "I know how much you like them."
"Thank you David," I try not to gloat as I place them on my tray. My boyfriend is wonderful to me, and thoughtful, and not wearing his Letterman? The long sleeved t-shirt hugs his body and shows off his manly arms nicely, and my mouth waters again.
Carefully glancing at his tray I notice he has gone more healthy than normal; I must be rubbing off on him a little. Chicken and jacket potato, with nary a deep-fried product in sight. His eyebrow has lifted slightly so I know I'm busted for snooping, I give him my best innocent face; he doesn't fall for it and snorts in amusement.
Having paid for our lunches he tells me he has kept a table free for us, even though the room is practically empty, and strangely I don't see any other jocks, they're all missing. The sight of him striding off distracts me and I have the perfect view of his butt in those jeans, and the t-shirt clinging to the muscles in his back as I strut after him. I was right when I told Mercedes that he is the studliest stud.
When he reaches a table with a letterman slung over a chair he turns to me and I'm busted again, I try the innocent face, but he still doesn't fall for it, "See something nice babe?"
I nod at him, "Hmm, hawt certainly."
He gives me a rare blush and pulls my chair out for me, oh yes I am very lucky with my boyfriend, and I watch as he sits next to me, that t-shirt stretching across him in interesting ways.
"How's your day been babe? You feeling better after the locker thing? I'm still sorry about losing my temper, she just really pissed me off, I don't care what they think of me, but you? Nobody says anything bad about you," he's being all protective again and I smile at him.
"I feel much better after the locker thing thank you, Mercedes helped me fix my face," he says I look as pretty as always. "And we walked to her class, then I went to Math."
Pulling a face he asks, "And that creepy asshole teacher? Seriously one of these days I'm going crack and punch that shit. What the hell was Figgins thinking of when he hired him?"
"That he's dirt cheap?" I answer and say, "Actually Mr Cutler, homophobe teacher and hater of all things rainbow decided to give us the most boring project ever." I hesitate, I'd pushed it to the back of my mind, I'm not sure how David's going to react to this. "Um, we had to pair up."
"Okay, just make sure they pull their weight in the project, I know you're smarter than most people babe, but that doesn't mean you should let them off easy," he tells me. I keep my eyes on the plate and just push the food around a bit. "So who's your partner?"
Chicken is prodded and shoved, and this little bit of tomato moves across my plate really easily, leaving a trail of pips in its wake. I never realised just how fascinating onion rings were, or cucumber slices, and really radishes are simply the best.
"Kurt," he says warningly. "Who's your partner for your math project?"
Grated carrots; who knew grated carrots could be that interesting, or beetroot. I can feel him staring at me, and my shoulders hunch defensively as I stubbornly lock my gaze on my plate.
Warm breath tickles my ear and he murmurs, "Kurt I order you to turn and look at me. Now!"
Trembling I obey and look at him, "Who is it Kurt?" He looks worried, "Do I need to talk to them," he flexes his fist," and make them be respectful to you?" He huffs, "Just tell me who it is, I order you to tell me."
Licking my now dry lips I say, "It's Noah Puckerman. And he was respectful to me and stood up to Mr Cutler when the math challenged imbecile was rude to me."
Tilting his head to one side my master gives me a confused look, "Then why didn't you want to tell me who it was? Is it because of the Glee thing?"
"I wasn't sure how you would react," I confess. "You tend to get territorial and I didn't want to upset you. I've been careful on the other two school projects to pair up with girls." I start babbling, "But Noah kept calling me his Princess and then when Mr Cutler was horrible Noah also said I was his little brother, and then the bell went and I ran away at a fast walk."
David blinks a few times at me. "Okay. I think I got that. Right so Noah is your project partner, you think I'm gonna get jealous, Mr Cutler's still a major douche, and Noah stood up for you and finally remembered that he's your foster brother, good I'd hoped after last night he would."
Shredding the napkin in my hands I look down at my lap and blurt out, "And I may have told him a few things, but he was looking at me and I couldn't look away, and I never believed any of the stories about him before, but it just happened."
"What happened?" Dave's even more baffled. "What things?"
Leaning closer I whisper the events and try to remember each and every word and how they were said. When I finish he leans back and lifts an eyebrow, "Huh, I guess you're right the stories are true, he can get anyone to tell him all the details." He grins, "He said I did good work? Cool."
"David," I say trying to steer him back on track, "What if he tells? I'm not sure anyone else would understand."
Patting my knee he reassures me, "I don't think he will, in the past he tended to hint that he knew things about people, but he never told."
"So we're safe?" I feel relieved.
A shoulder shrugs, "Probably, though he will keep trying to get more details out of you." David runs his eyes over me, "I used to think you'd never tell anyone, but if the rumours are true about how good he is at getting people to talk, and you've already proved them right as he's managed to get that out of you, it's probably best if you're not alone together for any length of time." He thinks it over, "Okay, how about you meet up with him for your project in the library the same way you did for your other two project partners?"
"Okay David." It's like a weight off my shoulders so I smile happily at him. "Thank you."
"For what babe?"
"Being understanding." Shifting my chair to the right I can press my knee against his, its warm and presses back.
An arm is slung around me and I'm pulled into a partial hug, "I told you before we started what I wanted from you Kurt. A loyal, obedient puppy dog who I could master and dominate, but I also told you I would have to prove myself worthy of your trust in return, and being understanding is just one of those things." A gentle kiss is pressed against my forehead, "Please don't be worried about telling me things, I want to be here for you."
"I know and I do love you David, and I'm trying to let you in I'm still getting used to having someone there," I press into him, "I've just been so used to doing things on my own, I don't like having to drag people into my messes, I always feel so weak."
"Me too babe, with my family if I'd ever shown any weakness they'd have gone for my throat." He sighs against my skin, "I'll work on the approachable thing, and I'll try and keep working on the letting you in thing too."
A sweet tender kiss and we go back to our lunch. I really am lucky with David, I'm glad I got to know him when he came back from his expulsion, I might have been terrified but it was a good decision to make. His knee is so warm against mine.
"And I'm telling you woman it does," that's Artie's voice.
"And I'm telling you it doesn't, trust me I don't care what your boo told you, blue suede will never match with orange satin and purple spots," Mercedes says, the image of fabrics and colours conjured by her words clash horrifically in my mind.
"Mercedes has a point," Tina backs her up quietly, "I really don't think your parents would go for that as car upholstery anyway."
David's fork has paused halfway to his mouth, and I realise my cutlery is hanging in mid air, when the owners of the voices suddenly appear and sit at our table. Mercedes and then Tina to my left, and Artie to David's right, they carry on their discussion.
"Yeah I guess you're right, they were talking about the same brown leather as before," Artie sighs.
Tina says, "I did like the black and red leather idea."
Mercedes huffs, "Yeah, but that's coz you like the Goth look. Anyways I still don't know how Britt managed to get that cow in the car in the first place, it took the firemen an hour to get it out."
"I know," Artie nods. "My dad videoed the whole thing and has added it to the his Britt library, he and my boo's dad are going to write a book and make a fortune." He pauses thinking, "It would have been awesome though if she had been able to bring it into school for our Glee assignment, pity it turned out to be a full grown bull."
Giving me a questioning look, all I can do is shrug back at David, I have no idea what they're talking about either, there is nothing quite like Glee to bring out the crazy in us all.
"Oh and dude," Artie addresses a startled Dave, "Thanks again for the assist yesterday." He now turns to me, "You're man's pretty cool Kurt."
"What assist?" Tina asks echoing my thoughts.
Artie tells us that after my escape, or in his words slow saunter from my hot good luck kiss with my manimal, people had streamed from the classroom, but someone had caught Artie's chair and he along with his stuff had ended up on the floor being trodden on in the stampede.
"Then this man mountain here stands there and acts like a huge wall protecting me," the girls and I are all leaning forward, while Dave has carried on eating, but his leg is jiggling slightly on mine signally his nervousness.
"What happened next?" Tina asks.
"He set my chair up, lifted me like I was a feather, the dude is strong, and handed me my stuff that had been scattered everywhere," Artie sits up straighter and gestures towards David, "then as cool as you please he starts pushing me to the locker room for the game like he didn't totally save my life."
"Oh," Tina, Mercedes and I say admiringly, staring at Dave, who is blushing again, he's so adorable when he's flustered.
He gives a manly shrug, "S'nothing."
"Next, you'll be telling us that punch you threw at the hockey jock last night was nothing too," Artie says.
"What punch?" I ask confused, "David, I thought you said the boy who covered you in beer just fainted?"
Tina excitedly says, "That was after the big fight, and Karfosky here, sorry David here, lead the charge on the guy who insulted you." Clasping her hands she smiles dreamily at my man, "he was all stoic and moody."
"You got in a fight?" My voice is a bit high and stressed, I don't remember any bruises on him last night, but I wasn't really paying attention at the time.
Now it's David's turn to push food around the plate, "He totally deserved it Kurt," he turns his face to me and he's angry, "No one is ever going to get away with calling you a whore or a slut."
Oh Gaga, David really hates those words, he never uses them, he might like to talk dirty but he says those words are wrong, just like we never fuck, we make love, we play games, we have even have sex, but never ever do we fuck. I still don't know everything about his family and what I have learnt has made me feel sick to my stomach, but I know it's linked to them. Reaching out a hand I touch his gently, "Oh David, is he even still alive?" Do we have to make a break for it before the cops catch us? I'd make a terrible gangster's moll visiting my man in sing-sing, nothing matches with orange well.
This time Artie leans forward, "He was fine but he crawled out of the party, and Dave's right, the douche bag deserved it, and I still can't believe the other jocks stood up for you."
"Wait? What?" Mercedes asks, "Come on someone spill, what the hell happened at the party? And how come I know nothing about it?"
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
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