~VioletCherry342~
Kurt was pouting silently. Suppose you could say David wouldn't know, if he wasn't whining or anything, but he knew that face. He knew he was thinking out plot lines of Grayson in prison, possibly getting murdered or worse, which he would never say aloud, namely because it would be a type of bullying, but he was definitely pissed off. He bit his lip anytime the car stuttered to a halt or ran over a bump, and he tried quite valiantly to hide the wince, but David noticed. He frowned, running his fingertips over Kurt's knee in an attempt to sooth. Kurt sighed, watching David's hand trace circles on his jeans like it was Grey's Anatomy or something.
"Stay," David demanded when Kurt tried to open the door once they had parked. Kurt gave him a puzzled look but took his hand off the door handle, watching the other boy crawl out of the car and slink around to open Kurt's door for him. Kurt snorted. "Just trying to be a gentleman?"
"Nope," David said. Before Kurt could even register what was happening, David wrapped one arm around his back and the other slid behind his knees, lifting him up like he weighed the same as a small suitcase. Kurt squealed and clung to David's neck, accidentally kicking the windshield when he jumped. He squeaked.
"Hey, Squirm Worm," David said. "Trust me for half a second; I'm not gonna drop you."
"I'm not the size of Becky Jackson, ya know," He said, still gripping the collar of David's shirt.
"And I'm not you hobbit sized ex-boyfriend," David retorted.
"He wasn't that tiny..."
"He was smaller than you."
"I'm five ten!"
"Your point?"
Kurt huffed, rolling his eyes playfully and lying his head on David's shoulder. "You drop me, I sic Mercedes on you..And Rachel...And Finn...and my dad..."
"I won't drop you, Fancy."
Kurt nodded slightly. He didn't seem too stressed, and his 'threats' were empty, so David didn't bother to hold back a smile.
.~.*.~.*.~.*.~.
Kurt sat on the table, looking around the room like a startled animal. David had never seen him shrink back so much, nor had he ever seen Kurt try so desperately to blend into the walls, so quiet. The smaller boy looked at his folded hands, twiddling his thumbs, then he glared at his hand and started vigorously picking at his nail. David, sitting in the chair next to the table, lifted a brow. "You okay?"
"Hmm?"
"You're really...quiet.."
"And that's a bad thing?"
David snorted. "You're never quiet."
"Hey!"
"It's cute."
Silence.
David swallowed. "C'mon...What's the matter?"
Kurt turned his blue eyes downward again. "It's stupid.."
"Doubtful."
Kurt sighed. "It's just...last time I was here, my dad was in a coma after a heart attack...The time before that, my mom was here dying.. Any time in between typically held bad news..." He swallowed. "I just..really hate hospitals, and doctors, and the whole shebang."
David stood up and sat next to Kurt, legs brushing. Kurt gave him a sideways glance before leaning on his shoulder. David took this as an invitation and wrapped his arms around his shoulder, hugging him in that One-Armed-Reluctant-Ex-This-Is-Kind-Of-Awkward way. Kurt turned his head so his cheek rested on David's chest.
"I miss you, too.."
"Huh?" David looked down.
"That song.." Kurt said. "It's stuck in my head. The 'But I miss you sometimes' mostly.." Kurt sighed. "I miss you..."
David flushed, nuzzling Kurt's hair. He never got scolded from touching Kurt's hair, thank God. "I'm sorry."
"You've said that already," Kurt said with a small, rueful smile. "A lot."
"I mean it, though," David whispered. "I don't think you know how much.."
Kurt looked up, lips parting as he drew in a breath to speak...just as the damned doctor walked in. Kurt jumped, blushing hard like his dad just walked in on him and Dave making out half naked instead of just some doc walking in on a close conversation. David moved to retract his arm, but felt Kurt's hands grip his shirt briefly before they fell to his lap again. David remained seated, stroking Kurt's back.
The doctor did the typical "Hello, Mr. Hummel how are you today? How did this happen? Does this hurt? We should do an X-Ray, blah blah blah" routine, and Kurt waddled out and returned about ten minutes later, sitting next to David again as the doctor went to look at the scans. It took about a half an hour for him to come back, and Kurt hadn't said a word, nor had David, just sat there in each others company.
Doc confirmed that Kurt did have a broken ankle, and bandaged him up, allowing David to stay in the room and keep him close. Kurt winced a few times and burrowed his face in David's shoulder once, but didn't cry or whine. David was once again shocked by this boys strength.
"Alright, Kurt," He said. "You're good to go."
Kurt nodded and stood, completely ignoring the crutches offered as the doctor scampered out.
"Kurt," David scolded.
"What?"
He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head toward the crutch.
Kurt scowled. "Not happening."
"Fancy."
"Being forced to wear flat shoes for a month is bad enough," Kurt said, "I refuse to wander around with some...old man stick."
"It's not a cane!"
"Nope," He said, crossing his arms.
David sighed, exasperated.
"Aren't you going to be with me anyhow?"
"That should matter, because?"
"If I fall, you'd catch me," Kurt asked. A question that was a double edged sword. "Right?"
David swallowed. "You know I would..."
.~.*.~.*.~.*.~.
"Wanna come in?" Kurt asked when David walked him to the door.
"You trying to get me shot?"
Kurt giggled. "No. My dad isn't even home."
"So you're really trying to get me shot."
Kurt slapped his arm. "Come on."
David feigned discomfort but walked in after Kurt anyhow. They wandered around the house, David watching Kurt make himself a bowl of salad that was leftover and throw a sandwich together for Dave even though he didn't ask, then wander back to the couch. "So. You wanna stick around for a movie?"
David lifted a brow playfully, collapsing down next to him. "Bored?"
"Very," Kurt said. "And there's not much else I can do, so..."
David snorted. "Sure..What do you want to watch?"
Kurt waved his hand dismissively, impaling a cherry tomato with his fork. "You pick."
David mumbled loudly, teasingly, "Lazy..." which earned him a pillow in the back of the head, and he laughed. He looked over the DVDs; "The Last Song", "The Notebook", "Dear John", "27 Dresses", "Grease", "Dirty Dancing", "Footloose" and "Pirates Of The Caribbean". David shook his head. "Wow."
"What?"
"You've got just about every musical and chick-flick known to man, and then-" He pulled out the Pirates movie. "-this."
Kurt narrowed his eyes at the cover. "That must be Finn, putting his crap with my stuff.. But Johnny Depp is pretty hot."
At this, David burst out laughing. "Yeah, Willy Wonka is very sexy."
"Okay, I take it back," Kurt said, blushing. "Captain Jack Sparrow is hot. Better?"
David winked and set it back down. After much debate, David ended up putting "He's Just Not That Into You" in the DVD player and lying down on the couch.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Kurt asked when his not-filthy-but-still-touched-the-floor shoes had the audacity to rest on his black skinny jeans.
"Napping," David said. "Wake me when it gets interesting."
Kurt slapped David's leg. "Off my couch!"
David laughed and ignored him. Then, with one hell of a shove, Kurt pushed David clear off the couch, laughing aloud when he let out a loud, "OOF!"
"Prick," David said, sitting down next to him again, and Kurt then leaned over and rested his back against David's arm. "Oh, so your feet are worthy of the couch, and mine are not.."
"My foot is broken, Hamhock," Kurt said, shooting a playful smirk David's way.
David grumbled and sighed heavily, wrapping his arm around Kurt's chest and letting him lean on his side. Kurt actually watched the movie, where as David watched Kurt, unnoticed.
Finally, Kurt heaved a breath. "David?"
"Hmm?"
He looked up at him. "You should ask me out."
...
"Pardon me?"
"You should ask me out," He said again.
"Are you kidding?"
"No," Kurt said softly. "You miss me, I miss you... I want a do-over, but I feel like an idiot asking you out."
"Why...?"
"Because I'm the one that-Oh, for Gaga sake." Kurt huffed.
David was probably the only one that could understand what he was trying to say: He wanted to restart, but he was afraid to ask. He was afraid to trust him openly, but he didn't want to give up just yet... David blinked at him. He'll trust me again, if I have to die first.
"Fancy?"
Kurt looked up. Whoa, he looked embarrassed; blushing and his eyes shooting around like he'd turn to stone if he looked Dave in the eye. "Yeah?"
"Could I buy you dinner?"
Kurt paused, then smiled shyly. "...Yeah."
"Breadstix? Saturday?"
Kurt nodded eagerly. "Perfect."
DON'T HIT ME! lol I have no more ideas and my boys must get back together, I don't care if Kurt is a little wholeheartedly trusting again...Even though he's not, but I'm not typing out five more chapters of fluff :P
I am afraid this is the last chapter :'( Nooooooooooo...But there will be an epilog filled with fluff (and some T rated smut hints ;] ) So it's not "Complete" yet...
I love all of you guys! Thank you so much for responding to this story, it made me oh-so-happy! :']