Title: The More I See You
Author: lovesmymovement on lj / wanderlustlights on tumblr
Rating: PG-13 (though it'll probably go up to NC-17 toward the end)
Word Count: 603/9556 (so far)
Pairing: Dave/Kurt {Kurtofsky}
Spoilers: Everything up through the end of season 2.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Tis Ryan Murphy's brain child and I take ownership of nothing there. :)
Summary: Kurt gives Dave a makeover and basically makes him his perfect man in the process.
A/N: So I actually started this months ago, back in October. It's written for a prompt on the gkm. Hope you like! :D
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. A flurry of shared glances, long nights spent talking, and skipped classes in favor of spending the time making out in the janitor's closet.
Their teachers were, of course, completely miffed at their newfound absenteeism, but for now were deciding to let it slide. They were just lucky they weren't being sent to the principal's office or having their parents called.
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Kurt slipped into his desk chair, dropping his bag on the floor, while Rachel leaned over to him.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Kurt glanced over at her for a moment, gazing down again at his desk in distraction. The wood grain really was fascinating… "Around," he answered simply, as the teacher entered, starting to write on the whiteboard.
"But you haven't been in class in two da – what's that on your neck?"
Kurt startled, staring at her in shock. "What?"
Rachel reached over, fingering his skin. "Your neck," she repeated, staring at it with eyes wide. "This bruise, it's huge – is that a hickey?" she nearly screeched, while Kurt slapped a hand over the spot.
"Could you be quiet," he whispered. "People can hear you."
"So it is a hickey, then," she declared. "Who've you been kissing?"
Kurt turned his attention back to the teacher. "No one, okay?"
Rachel scoffed. "Oh please. You don't get a bruise like that unless you're kissing someone. Who is it? It can't be Blaine, you guys broke up…"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course it's not Blaine. We just… we haven't really told anyone yet, okay? So just leave it alone. Please," he begged.
"Is it Sam? Oh it's totally Sam, right? Wait no, Artie, he's always seemed suspicious…"
Kurt sighed while Rachel continued guessing possible makeout partners, and leant down to take out his phone.
So apparently you left a hickey the size of Mount Rushmore on my neck today he typed.
I did?
That's what Rachel just said. She saw it and won't stop asking questions now, trying to figure out who my mystery man is I've been spending so much time with lately. Honestly I don't really know what to tell her.
Uhm… tell her to mind her own business?
Kurt stared down at the text, feeling more awkward the more he reread the words. Did you… not want people to know, or something?
No no, it's not that, it's just… I don't know, I kind of like not having anyone know right now. It's like our own little thing, just me and you.
…Oh. I see what you mean. I guess I hadn't really thought of it that way before.
You can tell people if you want, you totally can.
Well I don't know about telling Rachel, she might end up blabbing it to the entire school. She isn't exactly known for keeping her mouth shut. Then again, there aren't many people I know who are… You're still coming over for dinner tonight, yes?
Yeah, I'll be there. :) Seven, right?
Great. And yeah, seven o'clock. Kurt grinned down at his phone, and bit his lip before tapping out another message. Wanna skip next class, go find somewhere?
Jeez, Hummel, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to get in my pants.
No ulterior motives. I swear. ;)
Liar.
Fine. If you must know, I was planning on ravishing you in a deserted classroom. Way to spoil my surprise.
Lol kay, usual meeting spot, then?
"Hummel. Eyes up here or I'm taking your phone."
Kurt nodded, typing quickly before pocketing his phone. Of course. :)