"So what do you make of the whole Jesse thing?" asked Dave as he and Kurt were walking to Dave's car. It took a minute for Kurt to respond.
"I had a feeling something was up. Last year, he played Rachel's heart like a violin and then just dumped her on the side of the road with an egg on her head," said Kurt, followed by a confused look on Dave's face. Kurt just shook his head with a 'don't-ask' expression on his face. "He humiliated her and the rest of us for tricking us into believe he was our friend. It's what he does best to get what he wants, so I can see him saying that acting comment."
"What about that Bland guy?" asked Dave. He was waiting for Kurt to say how he feels really bad for Blaine and that he'll have to comfort him like he comforted Dave through this past week. Again, Kurt stalled a bit.
"Well, Blaine shouldn't be played like this," said Kurt. Here we go. I knew Kurt would run back to that Dalton queer. Shit, should I be saying these things anymore? "But I think it's best for Blaine to figure this out by himself. He was nice to me but he led me on and when we were in Dalton's Glee club together, he didn't treat me fairly. Karma's a bitch," replied Kurt. Dave couldn't help but smile at the thought that Kurt was sticking around and not going back to Dalton. They got into the car and drove to Dave's house.
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Dave and Kurt walked inside Dave's house and could smell garlic coming from the kitchen. Denise's back was facing them and Paul was sitting in his chair reading the newspaper. The TV was on with Rod Remington on the screen.
"Hey dad. Mom what's for dinner?" called out Dave. He put his equipment bag at the foot of the stairs while Kurt hung up his jacket and messenger bag on the coat rack. Dave walked into the kitchen before Kurt decided to move the gym back out of the way so people didn't trip over it.
"We are having stuffed shells. Kurt, I wasn't sure if you ate meat, so I went with something vegetarian friendly. Also having a caesar salad and garlic bread. Actually, David, why don't you shower and I'll borrow Kurt to help me with the salad. Is that alright Kurt? I could really use an extra pair of hands," said Denise. Kurt couldn't deny a woman with such a motherly tenderness.
"Of course I'll help! I cook for my family as well so I'll be happy to assist," he said. He rolled up his sleeves and went to wash his hands. Dave was leaning on the island, watching his mom and the boy he had the biggest crush on work on dinner. This is like something out of a movie right now. I can't believe this. Denise looked back at Dave and cleared her throat.
"Mister. You're stinking up the kitchen. The garlic can't even mask your hockey sweat," she said mockingly.
"Har har mom. Alright I get the hint. I'll be down in a bit," he said and turned around and got to the stairs. He grabbed his gym bag and hauled it behind him to his room. He turned on his room light and threw his bag on his bed. He undressed and walked into his bathroom to turn on the shower. In five minutes the place was steamed up and Dave was washing his hair. All he could think about was how awesome it was to have Kurt over for dinner with his parents. After awhile, Dave was imagining Kurt and him on his bed after dinner making out and grinding their hips together. Though Dave really could use a release, something like this he was hoping he could save for Kurt, so with an abundance of self-control, Dave held off pleasuring himself and continued to wash his body. Fifteen minutes later, Dave slipped on jeans (he decided to just go commando) and a black t-shirt and headed downstairs. The garlic bread and caesar salad was placed on the table already and Kurt and Denise were talking heatedly about something Dave wasn't sure about. His father called him to the living room.
"Dave, your game made it to the news!" his father said. Dave hurried over to see the footage from the game. He saw himself scoring the winning goal and the arena filled with waving red. Dave smiled, basking in his victory some more. His father wrapped his arm around Dave. "You did amazing son. I'm proud of ya."
"Thanks dad. It was an awesome night," said Dave, now looking over in the kitchen. And it just keeps getting better.
"Boys, dinner 's ready," said Denise and Dave and his father turned away from the TV and sat down in the kitchen with Kurt and Denise. They passed the food around clockwise so that they each got a little bit of everything. The salad Kurt made was delicious and the stuffed shells were surprisingly filling for Dave. The conversation went from school, to Dave's hockey game where they all relived some of their favorite moments, all of them involving Dave. His mom brought up how she doesn't like it when Dave starts fights, and Kurt agreed, though Paul sided with Dave saying that it's all part of the game. Dave felt personally it was one of the healthier ways to let out his anger issues. It was either hockey or wrestling, and Dave thought that it'd be easier on himself to go for hockey, seeing as wrestling with sweaty muscular men would just turn him on. Once they talked about the hockey game, they brought up Glee with Kurt, asking what it was like. Kurt mentioned Regionals and that set a light bulb off in Dave's head.
I remember eavesdropping on the Glee club and hearing that word. What is that?
"What's Regionals?" asked Dave.
"Oh, it's a state competition with other high school Glee clubs. Usually only three schools compete because of how much it costs. Luckily, last year we fundraised enough money to go. This year I'm assuming we got a bigger budget which is why we're able to go. That and we won at Sectionals," responded Kurt.
There were other Glee clubs? I wonder if they're any cooler than the one at McKinley. That's kind of a weird thought.
"So what happens if you win?" asked Dave.
"We go to Nationals. This year it's in New York City so I can imagine it's so much more expensive. Hopefully we can get enough money if we win Regionals."
"But you guys are pretty good. I remember listening at the assemblies and even the half time show was awesome," said Dave, now getting pretty enthusiastic about Glee, which made Kurt analyze Dave, making sure he was okay.
"Uhh, yeah I know we are, but we came in 3rd last year."
"Well 3rd isn't that bad!" said Dave.
"We came in 3rd out of three teams," said Kurt. Dave was suddenly quiet.
"Oh, so who else is competing?"
"Dalton, which is where Blaine goes to school and Carmel High. Carmel won last year, and they've won Nationals for the past four years so they're pretty tough. They have a new star singer too so it's going to be really hard," said Kurt, who was now playing with the little pieces of food that was left on his plate. It was quiet around the table for a bit before Dave spoke up again
"When's the competition?"
"Next weekend at Ohio State. It should be fun," said Kurt.
"Well Kurt, if you don't mind, Paul and I would love to see you perform. As I'm sure Dave would too. I mean you went to Dave's opening season game tonight, so it might as well be fair for him to return the favor," said Denise, who Dave thought was being painfully nice. Dave smiled at Kurt and nodded.
"I'd love to go Kurt," he said. Kurt smiled.
"Thanks, I really appreciate that. My dad and Carol have already planned on going as well so you all can sit together. I'll make sure to get you reserved seating with them," said Kurt. Denise got excited then cleared the table and Dave and Kurt decided to go up to Dave's room for some privacy but not before Dave's mom yelled up at them.
"Door open please!" Mom is such a cock block. Kurt and Dave were on the bed, Kurt lying on Dave's chest as Dave was propped up flipping through his iPod. Kurt decided to entertain the idea of trying to be interested in the sports illustrated magazine, but found that it just wasn't his thing.
"What are you doing with your iPod?" asked Kurt who was now more interested in looking at the walls around Dave's room. They were covered in movie posters, athletes, and bands which was nothing like Kurt's room.
"Aha! Okay, so you remember asking me who was my favorite country artist and I said Tim McGraw? Well this is the first song that I listened to of his and it's the reason why I love country. Listen," said Dave. He got up from the bed and plugged his iPod into his stereo and pressed play. A slow tempo song started to play, a ballad from what Kurt could tell. Then the lyrics began to be sung, and Kurt noticed that Dave started to sing along with it:
She's my kind of rain
Like love in a drunken sky
She's confetti falling
Down all night
She sits quietly there
Like water in a jar
Says, Baby why are you
Trembling like you are
So I wait
And I try
I confess like a child
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
She's the sun set shadows
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreaming tree
Together in this brief eternity
Summer days, winter snows
She's all things to behold
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
Kurt couldn't believe how good Dave's voice was. Dave then took Kurt's hand and brought him up and started to dance with him, now just listening to the song.
So I wait
And I try
I confess all my crimes
Dave started to sing again in a light whisper in Kurt's ear as they slow danced.
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
She's my kind of rain
Oh, rain on me
She's my kind of rain
Once the song was over Dave pulled away from Kurt and looked at his blue eyes. They both stared before kissing, their lips massaging against each other. They continued to hold their dancing pose until they broke away to catch their breath.
"So what did you think of the song?" asked Dave.
"I think I just fell in love with country," said Kurt and leaned in and kissed Dave again.
(A/N) The song in this chapter is titled "She's My Kind of Rain" by Tim McGraw. Please, please, please listen to it on youtube or something. It's beautiful.