~VioletCherry342~
Why. Can't. I. Sleep.
That was the only thought rushing around David's mind on Thursday night. It was early, only about ten, but he was exhausted. He'd been exhausted since Monday. He was so sick of this bullshit at school. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had so many bruises, and that's including his football bruising. He never knew how badly lockers hurt, especially the locks digging in. It stung, and pinched, and left dark, purpling, uneven shapes decorating his back.
And now, he had an even deeper hatred of slushies than ever before. Even if Kurt was there 98% of the time to help him handle those issues.
He was just thrilled he was taller and burly, because he knew if he was Kurt's height and this secret came out he'd be so screwed.
And this is why he can't sleep. Because his back and shoulders are sobbing, and he's panicking about his finals, and Kurt had been so absent since he dropped him off on Monday, and he just didn't know what was going on...He was terrified.
Kurt had looked so damn scared on the bleachers when Finn stomped up. And the way he tensed under David's hand...
He swallowed, lifting himself off the pillow to rip it off the bed only to fall back and promptly clamp it over his face to muffle the scream of frustration he let out. Kurt wasn't supposed to know how he felt, but he'd thought - he'd really, really believed for that fraction of a moment - that Kurt had wanted to kiss him. And he would've kissed him. He would've touched Kurt's neck and ran his thumb over the shell of his ear and possibly peppered small kisses against those little freckles along his cheeks and nose. Kurt would've put his hands on the older boys chest and just let David lavish him in attention, in affection, and maybe if the other boy was feeling generous he would tilt his head and nuzzle at David's jaw, gripping at his shirt and pushing himself a little closer against the larger body as he toyed with his earlobe gingerly.
Not that David had daydreamed about kissing Kurt in several different settings or anything, pfft.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small knock on his bedroom door, and he didn't realize he was blushing at his own thoughts until he took the warm pillow off his face and the cool air drifting in from his bedroom window touched his cheeks. "Hmm?" He replied tiredly.
There was a tiny sniffle from the door. "Davey?"
He cracked an eye open and saw Thalia standing in the doorway, shaking slightly and looking absolutely terrified.
"What's going on, sis?" He asked softly, sitting up and gesturing for her to come over. She closed the door gently behind her and scampered over swiftly, launching herself at him and throwing her little arms around his neck. He grunted slightly at the force such a little thing could muster. He lifted her up and let his legs dangle off the end of the bed, petting her soft hair as she shook.
"I-I wanna talk," She whimpered. "And Mommy is mad at me and Daddy is always what Mommy is and- You're not mad at me, are you?" She looked up at him with wide green eyes, like she expected David to scream at her.
"No, no," David reassured, shaking his head. "They're not mad at you either, you just aren't supposed to say, 'Ass'."
She huffed. "But why not? Daddy says it, you say it, people on TV say it!"
"Yes, but does anyone in your class?"
"No," She said. "But Mommy is always telling me I'm special and I should show it!"
He chuckled. "Yes, but it's a mean word."
She sighed, long and loud, leaning her head on David's shoulder. "I said another mean thing.."
"Oh, God.." David huffed dramatically.
She whined and pouted up at him, only adding when he murmured a small, 'Sorry, sorry.' "I said the H word."
"The opposite of Heaven?" David offered.
She shook her head. "Hate..."
He blinked. His mom would go bat shit, though David really couldn't understand why 'Ass' got less punishment than 'Hate'. "How come?"
She sniffed. "This guy I really liked hit me..."
David bristled. "What?"
"W-We were playing in the sandbox and his friends came over and were making fun of him," She continued pitifully. "A-and they said he was stupid for being with a girl..."
God, how things changed from elementary to high schools..
"A-And th-this other kid kicked sand in my face, and it really hurt, and when I tried to hide by him h-he hit me," She cried, hiding her face in David's shoulder, embarrassed by her tears. "I-I thought we were friends.."
David sighed and just hugged her. "You are still friends.."
"Mm-mm!" She shook her head violently. "I said I hate him, and I meant it. I don't ever wanna talk to him again!"
"Sure..."
"Dave!"
It was rare that she called him anything other than 'Davey', so David hugged her a little tighter. "I'm just saying."
"You're wrong."
"Are you sure?"
"Dave..."
"C'mon," David urged. "If you were such good friends, you would forgive him if he apologized..."
"He won't."
"Maybe."
"No."
"Maybe..."
"Dave!"
"Hey," David protested. "If Kurt was like you, we wouldn't be friends."
"Hmm?"
"If Kurt hadn't forgiven me, and acted like you," He clarified. "Now, we wouldn't want that, would we?"
"Why would you have to say sorry to Kurtsie?"
He sighed. "I hit him, once."
More than once.
A small, high pitched gasp fell out of her mouth. "DAVID!"
"I know, I know.." He said. "I'm not proud of it."
"Bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, BAD."
"I know, Thalia."
"Hmmph."
"Hey," He said, nudging Thalia when she turned around on his leg and crossed her arms. "He's not mad at me anymore."
"Goodnight, Davey."
"Aw, come on, T..." He whined when she hopped off. She ignored him, beginning to stomp off when he forced a whimper past his lips, and she froze.
"Not fair!"
"You're hurting me, Sis," He said sadly.
She huffed, loudly, and stormed back over, crawling up on David's bed and hiding under the sheets. "I'm sorry."
He smirked and kissed her cheek, getting an, "EW!" out of her and really, what older brother doesn't love tormenting his little sister like that? "Thank you."
She sighed and rolled over.
"Ahem," He said.
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?"
"Do I have to tickle you or can you smile for me?"
She jumped. "No!"
"I think I do."
"No, no, NO!" She squealed but he ignored her, letting her shriek and squirm all she wanted as he attacked her sides.
"Kids!" Veronica called. "Are you guys okay?"
Thalia was smacking David's back so hard he was sure she was leaving new bruises and worsening the old ones, but he was too amused to give a damn. "Yeah, sorry, Ma!"
"Uh huh..Try to keep it down up there, okay?"
"Got it!"
Thalia stuck her tongue out at him and he shoved her teasingly. She made a sound of annoyance and fell back on the sheets, staring up at the airplanes he'd made with his dad when he was about her age hanging from up there. "I'm still mad at you."
"For what I did to Kurt?" He asked. "I'm still mad at me, too."
"It's stupid. Boys are stupid!" She whined. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
"Why is that?" He asked, crawling under the sheets himself.
"Because!" She whined lowly. "Mommy and Mrs. Snow told me that when a boy is mean to you, it's because he likes you...and you like Kurt, so you were mean."
"I don't like Kurt."
"Yeah, and I don't like Tony," She retorted.
"Is that his name?"
"Nyeh," She huffed. "I just don't get why boys can't just tell who they like that they like them. Just, 'hey, can I have a kiss, please?' What's so wrong about that?"
David blinked and frowned in consideration. "Very wise, kiddo."
"Hmmph," She said, pouty.
"C'mere," He said tiredly, lifting his arm up in offering. She glared at him for a moment before snuggling into his side, sighing. "'Night, T."
"G'night, Davey," She whispered back.
...She really did have a point.
...oOo...
David yawned. He really didn't get to sleep much last night after Thalia came in, due to the fact she had a small nightmare at about three AM and had to hide in his tee-shirt for thirty minutes. He hadn't been sleeping, anyway, but still. It hadn't helped.
"You look like hell."
David blinked. "Thank you very much, Fancy."
Kurt grinned playfully, his finger tips brushing against the dark circles under his eyes. David was leaning against the lockers, his lashes tickling Kurt's fingertips as the smaller boy traced the almost bruise-like shadows there. He frowned and brushed the pad of his thumb down the bridge of David's nose and felt him shiver, seeing him sigh calmly.
There was a cough, "Faggots," beside them.
Kurt hacked, "Neanderthals," right back.
David opened his eyes, already beginning to be immune to it when Kurt was with him, smiling at the boy in gratitude. Kurt grinned sadly and let his hand fall slowly, squeezing David's shoulder comfortingly. God, he needed to sleep, it was almost painful to look at him. "You should come to my house tonight. It's quieter..."
"I don't wanna put you out."
"I'll tutor you, and you can just...fall asleep," Kurt offered.
"My test is today, Kurt, you don't need to help me anymore..."
"I can pretend, can't I?" Kurt asked, twisting his torso and looking so goddamn adorable David couldn't help but grin. "My dad would be more willing to let someone sleep in my bed if they didn't mean to."
"Oh, who sounds like a rapist, now?"
Kurt blushed and smacked his arm, giggling timidly. "Is that a yes?"
"I don't-"
"I will harass you until the end of time if you don't," Kurt said lightly.
David huffed. "Fine, fine, but I'm telling my parents you kidnapped me."
"Yay," Kurt said, half sarcastic and half ecstatic. "I walked today, so I'll be in the bed of your truck after school, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," David said. "Don't make me ruffle your hair, stop being cute."
Kurt's eyes widened and he jumped back. "If you wanna keep that hand..."
David just snorted. "Bye, Fancy."
"Goodbye, Hamhock," Kurt huffed, fascinating himself with fixing his hair as if David had been bold (or stupid) enough to fluff up Kurt's already fluffy hair. His lips curled up in a small smile as he walked away.
'You like Kurt, so you were mean.' 'Just, "Hi, can I have a kiss, please?" What's so wrong with that?'
Nothing.
Nothing, really.
David pinched himself. He had a French test to worry about. He'd think of how he was going to tell Kurt, after.
Because he was going to tell Kurt.
Mwahaha, I SUCK, don't I? Leaving y'all there...
But hey, this in like "Heart" and "On My Way", cliffhanger is really for NEXT chappie. Be warned. ;]
As for fangirlin', I'm 11 reviews away from 200! :O OmiGAWD. *dies of shock* That is so awesome, you guys are amazing. :)
Anyhoo.. *waves* Gonna go figure out how to push everyone off a cliff and leave them hanging there...I'm not crazy...ha.
(Also, I need to hug canon!David...seriously...)
