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 (Plot takes a deep breath and sings bringing the house down). Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).
I own nothing, literally.
Good Boy Kurt
Chapter Thirty-Six
Music starts up in the background and the melody of Rachel's chosen song fills the night sky. Stepping forward into a spotlight set up in the quad she takes a deep breath to begin, and Jessie strikes. Wrapping his arm around a beautiful girl he kisses her cheek, to me it seems fairly platonic, but to Rachel's eyes it's staged to look like so much more and the words freeze in her throat.
Not thinking I begin to sing in her stead and walk out into the light.
Memories swamp me of when I last sang this in front of people, but at that time I chose to take a dive, this time there is nothing to hold me back. Standing next to Rachel I gather her into my arms and comfort her, she trembles in my arms. Jessie glares at me for ruining his plan.
When we reach the point of the high F I reach for the note and hit it perfectly making Rachel's eyes widen in surprise. I can't resist winking at her and she gasps.
Finishing the song I smirk at Jessie and lift an eyebrow at him. He continues to glare but says in a conversational tone, "Hello Kurt, I'd forgotten you have such a high range, and I'm sure the last time you tried to sing that you couldn't reach the high F, congratulations on hitting it this time."
"Oh I could always hit it Jessie," I tell him, "I threw the Diva off and let Rachel win, some things are more important than winning."
"More important?" He looks shocked, "What could be more important than winning? I know how much you want to be the one singing the solos and you could have sung in front of the judges."
Acting as if I'm talking to a child I tell him, "My dad is worth much more to me than that Jessie, I threw the Diva off for him, he was already putting up with so much harassment because I'm gay I refused to put him through worse." Turning my back on the young man I lead Rachel away to our team.
"Nothing is more important than winning," he says still not getting it.
Running a hand down Rachel's back I lean in and kiss her on the cheek, "Nothing?" I challenge him back.
Rage and jealousy crosses his face, even though he knows I'm gay it still stings and he drags a girl forward, "The next challenge is a duet," and then they sing.
Any residual respect I had for him is now gone, he is singing 'Hello', the song he used to woo Rachel the first time they met, when he was sent to infiltrate us. The girl he is singing with is good but she is not up to Rachel's standard and their voices don't blend very well. The over all effect is adequate.
It does however hit its intended targets. Rachel clings to me and Finn looks ready to do some serious damage to Jessie. At this moment I am contemplating violence too, my hands itch to make him pay for hurting them.
With Rachel and Finn out of action for now the others brainstorm on what to sing, it is Mercedes who comes up with the suggestion, "Sam and Quinn should sing 'I've had the time of my life,' they look good together and their voices match."
Agreeing the team begin helping Sam and Quinn get ready, the expression on Mercedes' face when she looks at them breaks my heart, it cost her to suggest it, and it will cost her to watch them sing a love song. I wipe the tear that trails down my face away; at the very least I can be strong for her.
Jessie finishes and smiles nastily at us and Mike speaks up, "I thought you had to be a member of a show choir, and you left Vocal Adrenaline when you graduated." Could Mike have hit a weak point, could Jessie have knocked his old team out of the sing off already?
"Sorry but you're wrong. I was a member of this team so it still counts, even if I had only joined for an hour it would still count." He crosses his arms and taunts us, "Does this mean you give up? I would have thought you'd at least try to fight back, no matter how pathetically doomed you are."
Stepping forward the two blondes take up the gauntlet and just as they did at the competition they nail the song and dance their routine wonderfully together. They really do look like a match made in heaven, I can only hope Quinn treats him better this time around, my brother is a very gentle person and he has a deep and kind heart that is easily bruised.
Their effort is more than adequate and so the sing off continues. This time the Jane Addam's girls step forward. They perform the energetic 'Bootylicious' that sent Mr Schue into such a panic our first year, they have improved but they still fall back on flash and dazzle rather than a more solid base of singing with blended voices.
Going into a huddle we hit a blank on what to do next, when Finn shakes off the funk he is in and says, "They are doing a hairology number so we need to top that, I say we do Gaga. We can do 'Born this way', its an easy win." Brilliant! Quickly agreeing we wait for our turn. So far no one has said anything about me being there and as I'm in the opening I stand by Tina and Mercedes, both of them have that stubborn determined air about them, Jessie has more of a fight on his hands than he thinks. We might squabble among ourselves but we do tend to pull together when we need to and we've flown by the seat of our pants on too many competitions to count, we can do this.
We take centre stage and Jessie stops us in our tracks, "Oh I'm sorry but the guys can't perform, only the girls. It is an all girl high school, it would be unfair to let the guys in." The young singer acts as if he knows what fair means, "I'm sure you understand and agree too."
Damn, he's trapped us, going back into a quick huddle Finn again takes charge, he's good at coming up with inspiring ideas at the last moment and he doesn't disappoint, "Girls, and Kurt, you're still doing Gaga but do the 'Bad Romance' one."
I step out with the girls and Jessie again tries to stop us because of me but Rachel argues, "Kurt has a high enough range that he can sing this with us, so there is no unfair advantage, not that we need the boys to win this one anyway," turning to the girls school she asks them if they mind me singing and since they've heard me sing earlier they wave us on and tell us we'll really need to bring to take them.
"Oh we'll bring it," Santana says confidently.
Almost magically the music starts and I take the lead, as the beat spreads I let my body go and move to the music, we easily fall into the dance moves, each taking our turn singing lead and in some cases calling out. Just as we did for our lesson in Theatricality we go all out and our inner monsters come out to play.
At one point Lauren and I are pressed back to back, I had forgotten that she had understudied on this and joined in on the actual performance. Bouncing around the 'stage' I know how much I've missed this, I feel completely alive and it ups my game which in turn makes the girls work harder. It's an amazing moment, one I don't want to be over, as the song comes to the end I can't help laughing, whooping, and pumping the air with my fist, I'm dragged into a mass group hug by the ladies and someone ruffles my hair which I submit to.
To our surprise the Jane Addam's girls bow out, they say we were incredible and they look forward to seeing us at Reginals. Riding high we go back to the boys. The girls school stick around to watch the rest of the sing off.
Aural Intensity waste no time and bring out the combo 'You raise me up/magic' that they placed with at Regionals when they beat us. They're good but we are better I'm sure of it.
"'Somebody to love'," Noah throws the idea into the ring and we circle around on before agreeing, it lets us showcase Rachel and Finn, but the rest of us can back them up and keep them rested for whatever Vocal Adrenaline are going to hit us with.
Looking around the quad I spot where the music is coming from, there is a small booth, which is hooked up to the cameras and sound system. I'd forgotten about the live streaming, turning to the others I fill them in with what Jessie had said in the hall. It just makes everyone even more ready to fight on, we've faced so much in such a short space of time that nothing is going to stop us, we'll give it everything we've got and more.
Aural Intensity are up to their usual standard and strut off the centre stage. Finn and Rachel move forward and we fan out like a well-oiled machine behind them. Finn nods up at the booth and the music starts.
Bubbling up inside me is so much energy I go into what David calls my 'Demented squirrel hyped up on coffee' mode, its like I could sing and dance forever and never stop. I'm not the only one I can see it in the others, and my grin gets bigger, the stakes are high but this is so much fun too.
We all hit the notes, dance the right moves, even Finn, we spin and pass each other. Then Mercedes is the centre of attention and she belts out with that beautiful voice of hers and brings her 'thunder' in to blow them all away. And Sam is gazing at her like she is the wonder I know her to be, but if he is interested in her why is he dating Quinn? Joining back in we bring it to a triumphant finale, and I know we have beaten Aural Intensity.
Scattered applause breaks out around us, looking up into the darkness I can vaguely see people that have filtered out to watch it in person. I should have realised the prospect of a fight would draw a crowd. The beaten team slinks away tails between their legs and leaves, they have no interest in who wins, they only care that they lost. The girls school even cats calls after them about being losers.
Glancing around I spot Blaine surrounded by the Warblers they are clapping us, and give us a cheer too. It's nice to have some support out here.
Seemingly shaken Jessie and Vocal Adrenaline launch into 'Bohemian Rhapsody', and whatever I think of him personally, which isn't much, he can sing and dance well, but he lacks a certain something, its just rote to him, there's no spark.
"They beat us at Regionals with this number," Quinn says, "We have to do something big enough to knock them down." I remember being in the hospital when she gave birth and I can see her hand fall to her flat stomach and rub it. Mercedes reaches out to her and they hold hands. Noah goes to reach out but touches Lauren instead, the larger girl strangely sympathetic hugs him, she's so rarely nice to him I'm a little surprised, pleasantly so.
"How about," Tina asks, "'Don't stop believing'?" She says, "I know it's a Journey song and we didn't win with it, but it's the song that kept us together as a club the first year." When Mr Schue bailed on us we sang it, just six of us, and it seemed to kick start our slow but steady rise, because last year we made it all the way to Nationals in New York.
Apparently we all think the same and decided we turn to face Jessie and Vocal Adrenaline.
Blaine gestures to me and I pretend to miss it, but Brittany points it out and I reluctantly wander over to him, "Hi Blaine," I say unenthusiastically.
"Kurt," he says, "You guys are magnificent," the Warblers all agree with him, they're impressed with us. "We just had to come out and support you in person," he smiles at me, "Good luck on the next song, not that you'll need it."
"Thanks Blaine, guys," I tell them, "We'll give it our best shot."
Applause rings out for Vocal Adrenaline and I turn to rejoin my team to find Jessie still near the stage area, everything about him screams mischief.
Our song starts up and I begin to hurry across to join them, when Jessie throws something at Finn and Rachel's feet, a cloud of dark powder explodes outwards and the whole team is engulfed by it and they start sneezing. The cheater! But his smirk says he knows we'll have to forfeit because we can't finish the song.
To buy them time I start the backing vocals on my own, Lauren is far enough away to join in with me but when we get to the point where Finn is supposed to take lead we falter as he is still sneezing.
A new voice rings out taking up Finn's role, it's a voice I never thought to hear sing openly, David steps forward into the quad still wearing his Letterman and looking a little nervous as he's hasn't sung in public, let alone in a sing off.
Rachel and most of the other girls are still out of it and Lauren points at me to sing Rachel's part. A deep breath later and I'm the other lead voice on the song.
One by one the Glee club members get the pepper out of their systems and start backing David and I up. Coming back together slowly the song gathers strength as each voice swells and adds to it.
Behind us the routine falls into place, but David doesn't know the dance moves and gives me a panicked look, I motion for him to improvise and follow me. I keep it to simple things he mastered last year and he settles into it. His voice is better suited to crooning so I have to work at not over powering it the way Rachel does with Finn, and I think we blend very well indeed.
Dancing around each other we move in time and as he gains confidence we get bolder, we've been dancing together for over a year, we dip and weave without hesitation, when he grabs me and pulls me back against him I melt into his frame, and then for the big finish he lifts me effortlessly over his head with one hand and I hold the perfect pose.
Cheers and clapping come from all around us, which is a big surprise as two openly gay guys just did a duet together. David lowers me carefully sliding me down his body, and lets his hands linger on my waist. Wrapping my arms around his neck I hug him, "Thank you," I tell him earnestly, "thank you so much."
Blushing he shrugs at my thanks, "Babe I know they mean a lot to you, and that kid cheated." He gazes into my eyes he smiles at me, "It was kinda cool, like that half time thing we did."
Mercedes hugs us from the side, "We've won!"
Pulled back to the here and now I blink and realise she's right, we just beat Vocal Adrenaline! Jessie set all this up to get to Rachel and destroy Finn and we not only foiled his plans we beat them at a sing off. The crowd like us more than they do them.
"That doesn't count you lose," Jessie says. He points at David, "He's not a member of your Glee club so you forfeit."
"Dude," David says, "I was a member of the Gleek squad for a week and I was in the half time show so it totally counts. If you can sing for your old team I can sing for this one." Smirking he gloats, "So we beat you losers and McKinnely wins, again, go Titans and New Directions."
Apocalyptic in his anger Jessie spits out, "You haven't won yet! There's another team here you have to beat." He points at the Warblers, "And you can't back down Dalton because if you do you're out of the Regionals, it's all part of the rules, you have to compete in the sing off."
Aghast both New Directions and the Warblers protest but Jessie wins and the Dalton choir reluctantly agrees. Blaine holds his hand out to Finn, "Good luck, McKinnley."
Finn shakes it firmly, "You too Dalton," he gives that spaniel grin, "But we're so gonna win."
Laughing Blaine steps back, "Sure Hudson, in your dreams." And taking the stage the Warblers go into a mini huddle to pick their song. One of them takes an ipod up to the booth so they can have their music played and then they are ready.
As normal Blaine is the soloist and the rest harmonize for him, the strains of 'Teenage dream' begin and they launch into the song. This sing off is different from the others. It's still a sing off but a friendly one, a fun one. Finn is the first to start dancing, we give him space, my feet are jumping on their own so I join in and hold my hand out to David who takes it and lets me pull him into the music. Around us the rest soon start up, Mike and Britt showing off in that amazing way they do. How does he make his body do that, and Britt is even more flexible and bendy than me.
Suddenly there are Jane Addam's girls mixed in with us and we're all dancing to the beautiful voice of Blaine. Jessie and his old choir stick out as they are off on their own motionless.
I remember being bedazzled by this performance once, staring open eyed at this beautiful boy with a voice like an angel and grinning like a loon. I'm still grinning like a loon but it's turned to the larger muscular boy bopping away to the groove a carefree look in his face and my heart constricts. I love Blaine and I do, but as a friend. I love David in a very different way and I leap wholeheartedly into it.
We all clap and cheer and yell when they finish and they bow humbly to us. Blaine smiles his dreamy smile and sighs from the girls not in Glee echo in the quad, oh dear are they in for a disappointment.
Breaking into the celebration Jessie tells us, "And just like it was all girls against girls, this time is has to be all boys against boys."
Damn him, he's putting as many obstacles in our way as he can. "Dude not a prob," Azimo of all people says standing there surrounded by the football players from last year, "We got this one covered, let's do the zombie camp thing." And like that the next number is ready to go. "It's gonna be weird doing it without the zombie make up though."
Blaine and Finn fist bump when they pass and the guys get ready to start. I'm standing with the girls and get ready to cheer them on. I wasn't a football player then so I didn't get to do the original performance with them.
Finn is lead, and the jocks haven't forgotten any of the moves they are just creepy and have gotten the zombie thing down perfectly. Their letterman's act like the uniform they are and they all stand out nicely. My brothers all sing, and I watch David dancing, he still tends to look around himself to keep on track, not that he really needs to.
Again the urge to dance along is great enough that we do, the Warblers joining in with us and a few of the Jane Addam's girls latch onto them, I wonder if the boys will check their pockets before they leave, or if I should warn them, no I'm sure they'll be fine.
It's only a short song but we all yell and scream at the end, and the jocks all smirk at a job well done. Finn turns to Blaine who holds up his hands and admits defeat. We did it we won, and there is nothing Jessie can do about it. He's so mad and storms off, and the whole thing was streamed live on the internet, oops, there goes his show choir consultancy business, guess he'll just have to go back to college and actually study.
Dashing forward we congratulate the boys, I jump at David who braces to catch me in his arms and I kiss him. "You were wonderful," I tell him. Blushing he holds me up and off the ground so I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him again.
A chant starts up and I can't make it out, then it becomes obvious "Thriller! Thriller! Thriller!" They want us to do the half time number.
Finn and Sam hold their hands up and the quad goes silent, turning to Azimo Finn says, "Dude you up for that?" The jock nods and the quad echoes with cheers.
Scrambling down from David I take my place and blow him a kiss, for luck of course.
Considering we had to deal with the jocks, this was a great mash up. It really showcases Artie and Santana's talents. We throw ourselves into it and after the opening moment the strong arms of a footballer pick me and drags me back as I do zombie hands.
Flying through it we are spurred on by the crowd, the Dalton boys both singers and footballers, and the Jane Addam's girls, they join in and sing along at certain points. Finn is creepy in the middle and we slay the whole thing. The only things missing are the band and fake fog, it still works though.
And just as he had after the half time show Azimo grabs David in a one armed bro hug as the jocks congratulate each other, but this time they also congratulate the rest of us, Strando even slings an arm around my shoulders for a moment before lumbering off. It's a good thing he didn't look back as my jaw has dropped in disbelief.
Now that the sing off is over the teachers all appear and break it up ordering us back inside. Fingers tangled with David's we amble towards the hall in as celebratory mood as everyone else around us. Keeping our pace slower than the other kids we are soon left behind and as we pass the locker room door David tugs on my hand and beckons me to enter with a wicked smile.
Kissing me hungrily he presses my back into our locker and pins my hands, I moan into his mouth and rub my tongue wantonly against his when it sneaks into my open mouth. Rubbing his erection along mine he makes us both groan in need, "Oh god Kurt you were amazing out there," he tells me as he sucks on my neck, aiming for the love bites he'd made last week. "You're fucking fantastic, you deserve a reward," he goes back to kissing me and grinding.
Gripping my hands he pulls them above my head and transfers them from his two hands to just one, the free hand he runs down my body and yanks my shirt up and out of my jeans, working on the buttons he undoes it and bares my chest.
Leaving me breathless he kisses down my torso and sucks on a nipple before licking it thoroughly, writhing against the cold metal I'm glad it's there to help keep me standing as my legs are turning to jelly. Switching to the other nipple he does the same and I gasp his name pleadingly.
Touching my stomach he pops the button on my jeans and unzips them, with better access he pushes his hand down the back of my pants and underwear and squeezes my ass. Thrusting my hips against his I grunt as we connect just as his finger graze over my entrance.
"Shit," he mutters, "I didn't bring anything with me, we'll have to stop soon," his hand pinning mine shifts pushing up and forcing me onto my tiptoes, "soon, but not just yet, then maybe we'll go home and celebrate privately" he kisses me harder, demanding more and grinding us closer and closer to an orgasm as he grips my ass and encourages me to move.
Off balance I end up slinging my left leg around him to steady myself and give me a better vantage to rock my hips. I know I am whimpering and I can feel my brain drowning in lust, David's groans vibrate through me and straight down to my groin.
"Wait till I get you home Kurt, the things I'm gonna do to you," he moans into our kiss and I cry out wanting him to do those things to me now.
"Whoa!" Someone says loudly disturbing our moment. We turn our heads to find the entire football team staring at us in shock as Coach Beiste steps around them wanting to know what the hold up is.
Spotting us she crosses her arms, "Guys! I appreciate you had a great win out there but that is no reason for inappropriate behaviour in the locker room. Break it up now!"
Breaking it up David lets go of my hands and pulls his hand out of my underwear, its obvious where he just had his hand and I'm expecting a big gay freak out. He steps protectively in front of me clearly excepting the same thing; he doesn't bother to hide the bulge that's still tenting his pants.
Doing my jeans up I struggle with the shirt buttons as my hands are shaking a little, the comment Azimo makes takes me by surprise, "Hummel, dude, you are seriously pale, no wonder Santana nicknamed you snowflake." He saunters by us unfazed and gives David a thumb's up, "The locker room bro? Now that takes balls to have a make out session here," chuckling he goes to his locker and starts getting his stuff ready.
This seems to shatter the spell over the room and the other jocks go to their lockers, David herds me to his and hands me a comb muttering, "Hair."
Accepting his offering I put on a brave front and march over to the sinks and mirrors. My hair looks seriously mussed. After the sweat it picked up from all the dancing and now our impromptu necking it is sticking up all over the place. Wrestling it into a semblance of order I splash water on my flushed face, at least I am no longer panting from David's touch. I wonder how soon we can make our excuses and leave for home, I shiver at what David might do to me and can feel myself swelling again.
Sternly telling myself to behave I slink back to him to find him and Azimo talking about sports. Putting the comb away he gently holds my hand and runs his thumb over my knuckles, it seems he is as freaked out by how calm the guys are being as I am, even having the Coach there they should have tried something.
"Is everyone's gear packed and ready to go?" Coach Beiste asks, "Okay leave your stuff here and get back to the hall, you'll stay to the end," the jocks groan, "and see everyone else off, as the winning team tonight, twice," she acknowledges the sing off, "you can wait and show your appreciation of people coming to see you." Sparing David and I a long look she says, "And I will be keeping an eye on you all so there will be no sneaking off into random dark corners," a blush floods my face and several of the jocks snigger.
Escorted back to the hall I keep my hand in his and spend a very surreal hour surrounded by boisterous friendly jocks. David's right they do talk a lot of testosterone fuelled rubbish mostly about girls and fights they've gotten into. Not once do they make a gay slur or make any threatening moves towards me, glancing up at David he's as puzzled by them as I am.
Bit by bit the hall empties of people until it is half full, all of the other school's pupils and families have gone. Hopefully this means we can go home soon. David's stomach rumbles loudly and the guys make fun of him, I offer to get him something and they make bad innuendos, which I ignore and sail off for the food table.
Picking out nice little bits and pieces I cover a plate and grab a drink for him, not the punch in case it's been spiked again. Submissively returning to him I balance the plate for him and he gratefully eats, "Thanks Kurt, I was starving."
"Yeah but what were you starving for?" Strando laughs and I blush and it sets the rest of the idiots off, David just rolls his eyes and ignores them. When he's finished I volunteer to take the plate back, "Oh dude he's seriously domesticated, bet he looks after you real well," it makes them laugh again, so I swan off and leave them, honestly boys.
Putting the empty plate and cup away I go back to David and halfway there I glance up and to the side to see my dad across the room, up until now I'd only noticed him enough to dodge him, but standing next to him is Carole and she has a hair comb in, a hair comb that I'd picked out and had wrapped up in a Christmas present and left on the porch this morning.
I stop dead in astonishment and scan the room for Sarah and Stacie and find them predictably near their brothers who are hanging out with the other Glee kids. In the girl's hair are two more combs, the same combs I'd put in their presents. But I thought my dad would have destroyed them.
Automatically I look back at him and he's replacing the ever-faithful baseball cap, and it's a new one, the one I'd left for him. I know I'm staring but I'm now confused, why would he destroy one present and keep the rest? Or did he lose his temper and then realise what he'd done and regretted it?
Carole catches my eyes and she smiles at me, dad looks up and a tentative smile crosses his face too. Unsure I take a step towards them as I feel my own mouth curve up a little.
A big hand lands on my shoulder and I am spun around to see Paul Karofsky standing there, his face a deceptively calm mask. Behind him are Gabriel, Solomon and Cain.
I hear David yell my name and curse loudly as a wave of silence ripples out from where I stand.
Staring up into the eyes of my beloved's father I can only think 'Oh shit'.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human, and I didn't have a lot of time to edit this as much as I wanted to, skidded in at the last moment to have it ready on time.
Again thank you for the reviews, and alerts. Yes this cliffhanger was also deliberate the Karofsky family reunion kicks off next chapter.