AU – Set before the events of Good Boy Kurt takes place just after the Furt episode, these are some insights as to what lead up to my story GBK. Kurt never transfers to Dalton his family can't afford it.

Rated M only

Warnings: Eventual boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt and far more plot than is needed. Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews, no really I Faintover reviews). The chapters will vary in length and will jump between Kurt's POV and of Dave's POV. Some chapters will follow one another and others will jump ahead, this is just for my faithful followers to add backstory.

Um – SomeTriggerWarnings?: This chapter is relatively tame some thoughts from the POVs (especially Dave "potty mouth" Karofsky) are uncensored.

I own nothing, literally.

Mastering Kurt

Chapter 014 – Dude

Dave:

Running late I jog through the mall towards Kurt and our new non date coffee date. Z and the guys were being dicks and I managed to duck out with the excuse of going home.

Ahead of me I can see Kurt walking towards the coffee shop, he checks his watch and looks around, when he spots me he smiles and I almost trip over my own feet.

Somehow I keep from making a complete idiot of myself and then I reach his side, "Hey, sorry I'm," I glance at my watch, "thirty seconds late."

Dressed normally this time, well as normal as he ever gets, Kurt's smile gets bigger, "That's fine David, I got caught in traffic and thought I was going to be late too."

Grabbing the door I hold it for Kurt and he saunters through with a soft "Thank you." Queuing for the counter he asks, "So how was your day."

"S'Okay. I'm glad it's Thursday and the weekend's here soon," I grimace, "At least tomorrow I've got football practice to go to, that's always fun and a good start to the weekend."

Wrinkling his nose Kurt shudders delicately and in a horrified voice says, "But there's mud and sweat."

Kurt:

Walking quickly to the coffee shop I check my watch, good I'm not late, scanning around I spot him jogging towards me and I can't help but smile at the sight of a boy voluntarily running to get to me. There must be something on the floor because he's suddenly off balance but he doesn't fall and then he's here and panting which makes my hands clench for some reason.

"Hey, sorry I'm," he looks at his watch, "thirty seconds late," his mouth quirks and I feel my own smile get bigger.

"That's fine David, I got caught in traffic and thought I was going to be late," It had nothing to do with me sitting in the car worrying he wouldn't show.

He gets the door for me again and I sail through charmed that he has any manners, he doesn't act like it in school. "Thank you," I tell him and I join the end of the queue, "So how was your day?"

"S'Okay. I'm glad it's Thursday and the weekend's here soon," he frowns, "At least tomorrow I've got football practice to go to, that's always fun and a good start to the weekend."

Eww, I automatically shudder, "But there's mud and sweat." The thought alone is nauseating.

Snorting he counters, "But you get to run and move and just let of steam. You against the elements and the world. Anyway you dance and stuff, don't tell me you're too fancy to sweat."

Damn he's got me there, "But still no mud."

"Line's moved," he points out and I scurry to catch up, again.

"I concede the sweat point, but I now add that the jocks can't wash properly because they still stink, and I mean stink, of sweat," I riposte.

"Yeah can't really argue with that," he agrees, "Sometimes I think they're convinced looking at the soap's all it takes to shower," and then I giggle.

"I used to think that," I admit.

And then we're at the counter and I order my normal coffee and David gets the Strawberry and Mango tea with a cinnamon slice. Lifting an eyebrow he looks at me, "Dude I paid last time."

I hand the money over with a sweet, "Don't call me dude." And then I strut over to a booth and flounce onto the seat.

Dave:

"But you get to run and move and just let of steam," I tell him, "You against the elements and the world. Anyway you dance and stuff, don't tell me you're too fancy to sweat." Because I may have snuck in and seen him at the end of a few sessions with his hair damp as he pants and grins. Damn it Dave think of something that won't give you a boner.

Thinking it over he then says, "But still no mud," like that makes all the difference in the world.

He's so frecking cute so I point out, "Line's moved," he scowls and swishes forward and I try not to stare at his butt.

"I concede the sweat point, but I now add that the jocks can't wash properly because they still stink, and I mean stink, of sweat," he carries on and I hide my grin, I can't believe that Kurt's having a conversation with me, neither of us is screaming at the other and this is kinda fun.

"Yeah can't really argue with that," I have to agree with him on that, "Sometimes I think they're convinced looking at the soap's all it takes to shower," and then he giggles.

"I used to think that," he admits flushing a little.

At the counter I listen in and fuck it how can you use that many words just to order coffee. Shit how am I supposed to remember all that crap? Mine's easy the next tea on the list and, oh, a cinnamon twist.

Then the little bitch looks at me, and screw that I'm not paying each time, I need my allowance for Gramp's place, "Dude I paid last time."

Getting his wallet out Kurt pays and then with so much false sweetness bitches, "Don't call me dude," and he flits off with his coffee.

"Oh you're such a cute couple," the girl on the counter says.

I should really put her right but the comedy potential when she says something to Kurt is just to fucking good to pass up, "Yeah," I try for a bashful look, "But neither of us is out, our parents and some of our friends and stuff."

She's instantly sympathetic, "Oh you poor things," she nods and whispers, "We won't say anything."

"Thanks," I smile awkwardly at her and take Kurt's change when I grab my order, "We really appreciate it." It's all I can do not to double up and laugh while I walk away, oh this is gold, and how long until someone says something to him will just make it funnier.

When I reach Kurt and sit down I slide his change across the table along with another charm, he hasn't said no yet and he liked the drawing. Scooping up the change he stops and stares at the paper package and then he opens it, his mouth twitches as he reads the poem and he turns the charm over in his hand.

Shrugging and feeling self-conscious I mumble, "I just thought you really like shoes and stuff dude."

The smile drops off his face and I wonder what I've done wrong as he hisses, "Don't call me dude!"

Baffled I stare at him, "Why?"

Kurt:

Sipping at my coffee and annoyed with him I glance up when he drops my change on the table, I'd stormed off when he'd called me 'Dude', I thought he was different, at least a little, from the other boys.

Collecting my change I realise he's added another paper parcel, hesitating I decide to open it, he's made it clear he understands this isn't a date. Opening up the paper I can see another drawing to match the charm, this time it's a high-heeled boot, and the poem reads, 'Roses are red, Violets are blue, you love the boots, and the boots love you too'.

Another smile tugs at my lips and I really do know I shouldn't be encouraging him but they're so sweet and no one's ever given me gifts like this before, like they've really thought about what they're giving and tried to match it to me.

Shyly he mumbles, "I just thought you really like shoes and stuff dude."

And then he spoils the whole moment and I growl, "Don't call me dude!" I've had it all day from the other boys I don't need it now.

"Why?" Dave stares at me like I've grown an extra head.

"Because I am NOT a dude," I hiss back. "I don't like video games, I don't like mud, I do not want to eat junk food, and I don't want to kiss girls. I like musicals and facials and spas. So I am NOT a dude," I'm so angry at him why can't he understand, the jocks and the other boys always say it as a joke anyway.

He's still staring at me and then he crosses his arms, "Let me get this straight, you think you need to do all the manly macho stuff to qualify as a 'dude', 'coz I'm fairly sure you ain't got lady parts like some of the kids at school say," my head tilts and I'm in bitch mode now, "I'm fairly certain from observation of the tight jeans you like to wear that you got a boy parts package down there," a gasp escapes me and I stare in shock and outrage at him as a full blown flush explodes on my face, "So unless your packing a sock to make it look bigger you've got junk there," he leans forward, elbows on the table and he rests his chin on his hands, "Which I hate to break it to you Kurt, qualifies you as a DUDE," he draws the word out, "Get over it."

Sitting back he sips his tea and takes a bite of his pastry as I sit and mentally flounder. This boy continues to surprise me.

Wait he's stared at my boy parts? I blush harder as my boy parts admit an interest I refuse to acknowledge.

Dave:

Fluffing up and hissing like a cat he spits out "Because I am NOT a dude," Huh when did he stop being a dude? I'm sure I saw that boner when he followed me in the showers. "I don't like video games, I don't like mud, I do not want to eat junk food, and I don't want to kiss girls. I like musicals and facials and spas. So I am NOT a dude,"

Yep he's crazy. Mind you the amount of kids that treat him like a girl or call him a girl. I'm sure even some of his Gleeky friends do too.

Time to put him right, so I cross my arms and take a big breath, "Let me get this straight, you think you need to do all the manly macho stuff to qualify as a 'dude', 'coz I'm fairly sure you ain't got lady parts like some of the kids at school say," his head tilts and he's in full on bitch mode now, "I'm fairly certain from observation of the tight jeans you like to wear that you got a boy parts package down there," a gasp from him and I get ready for him to slap me as his face flushes up, "So unless your packing a sock to make it look bigger you've got junk there," I lean forward and tell him "Which I hate to break it to you Kurt, qualifies you as a DUDE. Get over it."

Sitting back I drink my tea and eat some of my cinnamon twist as Kurt Hummel gapes like a fish and goes redder, either he's embarrassed or he's gonna do some serious violence to me.

Sipping his coffee he goes quiet and I finish my pastry and wipe my fingers on my napkin, guess I just fucked this up big time.

And then in a really soft voice he asks me, "You really think of me as a guy? Not an honorary girl?"

"Kurt, you're girly, you can speak 'girl', you can really work a pair of heels, you squeal like a girl," his face falls, "But you will never be a 'girl' in my eyes, sorry dude you're a guy."

And the mystery that is Kurt Hummel gets deeper and more fucking confusing when he smiles at me like I just handed him Christmas or something, "'Kay," he bites his lip, "I really liked the boot and the drawing and the poem. They're really sweet, thank you."

Okay something really big just happened and I have not got a frecking clue, except now he's happy. Going along with it I nod and say, "You're welcome."

Kurt:

Hiding behind my coffee cup I sip it, not really tasting it at all and I watch him calmly eat the last of his pastry. He wipes his fingers on a napkin not his jeans and he drinks his tea.

David Karofsky drinks fruit tea and I have no idea why. David Karofsky thinks I'm a guy, not a girl. Only dad treats me like a guy, a girly guy but a guy.

"You really think of me as a guy? Not an honorary girl?" I have to ask him and I wait for him to laugh at me.

"Kurt, you're girly, you can speak 'girl', you can really work a pair of heels, you squeal like a girl," my heart sinks, "But you will never be a 'girl' in my eyes, sorry dude you're a guy."

I can only stare at him in shock. He really honestly believes I'm a guy. Every guy has said he sometimes thinks of me as a girl, the Glee guys are nice and added because I was SO gay, but they have trouble of thinking of me as a guy.

Shyly I smile at David and nod "'Kay," I bite my lip, "I really liked the boot and the drawing and the poem. They're really sweet, thank you."

He just accepts everything, even me and he says, "You're welcome."

"Why do you drink tea?" I blurt out but I'm consumed with curiosity.

"'Coz if I drink too much coffee and caffeine shit I get too wired and I can't sleep," he admits and rolls his eyes, "I gotta get at least seven hours to function the next day or I go all zombie and try to sleep through my lessons. Whoever said teens can survive on no sleep lied."

I laugh and relax, "I know the feeling, since Finn's moved in he keeps playing video games until silly hours of the night and then can't work out why he's so tired the next day," honestly boys, "I've tried talking to him but he comes out with some garbled rubbish about not enough time to do everything and cutting homework."

"I forgot he moved in, how's that going?" Dave asks.

So I tell him, "Finn snores, loudly. He drops crumbs, he's untidy, he never does his chores on time, Carole and I have to nag him to do them. And do not get me started on the waffle iron."

Dave:

"Why do you drink tea?" He asks me.

"'Coz if I drink too much coffee and caffeine shit I get too wired and I can't sleep," I admit, "I gotta get at least seven hours to function the next day or I go all zombie and try to sleep through my lessons. Whoever said teens can survive on no sleep lied," I can get by on less but I end up with a headache and then turn into a zombie, I can't afford to let my grades slip at the moment, not when I'm working so hard to catch up.

Kurt gives this breathy laugh, "I know the feeling, since Finn's moved in he keeps playing video games until silly hours of the night and then can't work out why he's so tired the next day," he rolls his eyes, "I've tried talking to him but he comes out with some garbled rubbish about not enough time to do everything and cutting homework."

"I forgot he moved in, how's that going?" And I'm a little jealous; Kurt did have a major crush on Finn last year.

Apparently the reality of Finn has killed any residual feeling because he has a list of complaints, "Finn snores, loudly. He drops crumbs, he's untidy, he never does his chores on time, Carole and I have to nag him to do them. And do not get me started on the waffle iron."

"The waffle iron?" Growing up I've seen some big Finn incidents but I can't help laughing at Kurt who turns out to be a very good story teller and by the end I'm almost crying, "Oh god really? The ceiling?"

Kurt nods solemnly and sighs, then he giggles and we set each other off again.

His phone alarm goes off and we clear the table, I grab the door on the way out, one of the staff gives us a thumbs up that Kurt misses and seriously I wanna be there to see his face when he does work it out.

"So what'cha doing tomorrow? I got practice first…" I hint hoping he'll agree to more coffee, he seems to enjoy my company. God I'm so pathetic.

"Oh David, I'm sorry but tomorrow's Friday, I have family dinner," he actually looks unhappy, "It's been a tradition since my mom died."

Hurriedly I step in, "Shit dude I'm sorry, it's cool," I try and act like it's no big deal. I mean I know what a mess he was when he's dad was in hospital.

"Okay," he agrees, "So Monday, I'm free after school if you are?"

And I grin, "Monday it is," I want to do a victory dance but behave myself.

"We should swap phone numbers," he's holding his up, "That way if one of us is late or can't make it we can let the other one know." And of course I agree to that, I now have Kurt's number on my phone.

Parting I go to the elevators and go to my level. Kurt was heading in the opposite direction so he won't see the huge smile on my face.

Kurt:

"The waffle iron?" David asks and I proceed to tell him all the gory details and then he starts to laugh this loud booming belly laugh until he's almost crying, preening at making him laugh so freely I end up giggling too. Sitting here talking to him is fun.

And then my stupid phone alarm goes off and we have to leave, he holds the door open for me again and I see a few women give me unfriendly stares that I smugly smirk at, they don't have to know we're not dating.

When I'm out with Blaine I get trampled on by men and women alike, they elbow me out of the way to get to him and he's so nice it encourages them further. Or maybe it's the way he's so obviously not interested in me or paying me any attention, so it's like we're not there together, hmm I never thought of it that way. David is clearly paying me attention so people assume we're here together.

I file that away to think about another time.

"So what'cha doing tomorrow? I got practice first…" He hints bashfully his hands jammed in his pockets.

My heart leaps and then I remember, "Oh David, I'm sorry but tomorrow's Friday, I have family dinner, it's been a tradition since my mom died." I tried to get out of it once and then dad ended up in the hospital, I'm not missing out on family dinner again, they're far too precious.

"Shit dude I'm sorry, it's cool," he says hurriedly.

"Okay, so Monday, I'm free after school if you are?" I ask hopefully.

Nodding he flashes me his shy smile, "Monday it is."

Slyly I mention, "We should swap phone numbers, that way if one of us is late or can't make it we can let the other one know." And I get to leave with a guy's phone number, even if it isn't a date and I'm not interested in him.

Walking to my car I grin and do a few dance steps, for some reason I'm so happy I feel like I'm going to burst.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.