AU – Set in the GBK verse, it takes up where GBK left off. It's now January of Senior Year.
Rated M only.
Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt, and Plot 2.0 (Plot brings it to the game). Don't like don't read, though you should know if you like it by now or not. And reviews are always welcome.
I own nothing, literally.
Good Boy Kurt 2 – Kurt's Trials
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Getting into school we leave Blaine with the girls and got to drop all our kit bags off in the locker room and Coach makes us check them again to be safe, she gives us a small pep talk and this time I'm allowed to sit next to David.
While I could learn to appreciate them looking out for me, I'd prefer it if they didn't stick their noses into my love life.
Noah walks me to Math and I'm worried who they've replaced Cutler with, I needn't have worried at all as it turns out to be Mrs Hapberg and she's really not happy with the level of Math we've been taught. She originally dropped teaching this class as she needed more time and she'll be here until a full time recruitment can be found.
Finally we have a proper lesson and we all get stuck in, a few pupils groan but it's so good too, my brain gets to have some exercise and I all but skip to French.
We're paired up for French and now I know Azimio can speak French I'm not going to let him off with messing around. We get the sheet of things to say to our partner and we both roll our eyes at just how easy this is.
"Why are the sports players defending me?" I ask him in French.
Blinking he smirks and replies, "Bring help, Llamas have invaded the moon and are eating all the cheese."
"That won't work, I know you can understand me," I smile sweetly and mentally wince at one student's attempt at asking where the cathedral is.
"Not telling you, little cabbage," Azimio leans back in his chair and lifts an eyebrow.
"Why not?" I ask and then as the teacher is there I ask, "Hello please can you tell me where the museum is?"
"The museum is that way and then on your left," he replies and she praises us as she moves on.
"Why won't you tell me?" I keep on at him.
Shifting in his seat he grunts, "I can't annoy you with silly answers so if I don't answer that can annoy you instead, it works for me."
"I could tell all the boys you bought me pink flowers," I try to manipulate him.
"And I could tell my brother that you were going to tell the boys I bought you pink flowers, then D is going to be very unhappy with you," he ripostes back and I sulk. "Poor little cabbage," and I can't even bitch about that because in French a little cabbage is a sweet nickname, usually for your child. Damn him.
"Fine don't tell me then," I pretend disinterest, "I could tell you what my future husband and I got up to when he gave me those lovely things on my bottom," and Azimio's face transforms into horror.
"I really don't want to know what you two do in the bedroom," and as the teacher is there he smoothly moves onto, "And I would like five carrots to go in the stew I am making this evening."
"There you go, that will be two euros please," I play along, we get more praise and then I glare at him, "You mean you don't want to know how he tied the chains? How it felt when his hands were on my body?"
His hand goes up, "Um, I really need the toilet, my stomach's feeling rough."
The teacher flutters over him and then gives him a hall pass, he shoots me a venomous look and gives me one more parting 'little cabbage' and he's gone.
I get nowhere with Azimio and as I've already spoken to Mr Schue telling him I'll do the duet with Alistair I have one more job to do. Braving Coach Sylvester's office, Mike and Tina happily wait outside for me, I go into the lion's den by myself.
"Porcelain, what can I do for you?" She's on one of her strange exercise machines, protein shake maker in hand.
"I wanted to ask about Chastity," and I've never seen that look on the Coach's face before.
"Yeah?" I'm used to unfriendly from the woman but even Mr Schue never gets this level of frost and I really want to bolt for the door.
"Yes. Finn and I found her and no one seems to know how she's doing, I doubt it's a salt-water crocodile attack. I wanted to make sure she's doing okay," I tell Coach honestly.
Stopping her exercises she gets off the machine and slings a towel around her neck, eyeing me up she tries to stare me down, but I've had practice so I meet her eyes steadily. Nodding she says, "Chastity's doing as well as can be expected."
"That's not really an answer," I mention and she smiles.
"It's the only one I've got at the moment," she looks tired all of a sudden and sad. "Before we go to the game I'm stopping off at the hospital, I'll let her know you asked after her."
"Thank you. Is she up to visitors? I know I didn't get on with her, but she's hurt and she might like flowers, I can take some after work and grocery shopping on Saturday," I'll ask David I know he'll say yes if I beg enough.
"I'll let her dad know you might be swinging round to visit her," she picks up her shake and sips on it. "You sure that gorilla you profess to love will let you out of his sight long enough to go?"
"I'm sure David will be fine with letting me visit, after all I was recently in hospital myself and all my friends and family came to visit, even you," I sweetly point out and her face starts to frown. "It meant a lot to me that people made the effort."
"Hmm," is all she says and then she pointedly glances at the door dismissing me so I bow out gracefully.
At lunch I get ready separately from Alistair and then I have to fiddle with his tie for him before I strut onto the stage and we sing the Everly Brothers 'Walk Right Back'. Our practices have paid off and while the song is simple our voices blend perfectly and I can see from the looks on Lauren and Blaine's faces that we might have won this but it's going to be close.
David cheers from the audience as does Finn whose hiding from Rachel's attempt to coordinate their outfits after the game. She means well but should never be allowed anywhere near clothes shops.
Mr Schue and Miss Pillsbury are completely stumped as to who should win and normally they'd make us vote for our favourite duet but it's obvious we're going to vote for ourselves so that's not going to help.
Promising to let us know soon Mr Schue dismisses us after telling us what a good job we did. I wait until David's next to me before I do a victory dance.
"Did you see us? Did you hear us? We did it!" I crow.
"You know you have to wait until you get the tickets in your hands before you can start celebrating," David says and then hugs me twirling me around, "But you were frecking awesome babe, you both sounded real good."
"Thanks man," Alistair grins.
"Yeah that reminds me," David turns to him, "You ever lay another finger on my boyfriend and I'm gonna have to hurt you, he's mine for as long as he wants to be, I'm not sharing."
"David!"
They do this macho nod thing and then fist bump and everything is all right in their worlds. I will never understand men.
"Good luck tonight," Alistair tells us and goes to get changed.
"Did you have to do that?" I ask David and he smirks.
"Hell yes babe," and he leads me to go and get changed then he pulls me into a hug, "We came to an understanding, you're mine, he gets to lose out on the most amazing person in the world, and that would be you by the way," he kisses me and I can't help smiling. He whispers, "Just you and me tonight after the game, wanna play a game of our own?"
"I'd love to," I whisper back and he starts undoing my tie, "David we're in school," then he moves to my shirt buttons undoing the top three as he nuzzles my neck and presses soft sweet kisses there. Giving in I wrap my arms around him and he presses me back against a table, "David," I moan.
"Be patient babe, just think about tonight, we'll get to play for hours," his mouth covers mine and he slips a tongue into my mouth and I surrender to him. Pulling back he kisses my nose, "Love you and you still sound like an angel to me."
"Love you too and thank you, I really think we have a chance of winning," I lean into him and enjoy his arms around me.
He makes me get changed and then I get walked to my next class, we part and I watch him walk away to his class, damn him he's left me hanging and now I'll have to wait until tonight before he makes good on his promise. Of course it'll be worth the wait and I stroll into class the top three buttons of this shirt undone too.
For the last lesson of the day Coach doesn't want to tire us out so I get to sit out gym class and get out my math homework, might as well get it out of the way now and then I'll have more free time to myself and maybe with David.
Besides I don't want to give him an excuse to tie me up and make me do homework again, it did prove a point, that boy can make anything sexy to me and I hum to myself until a cough gets my attention.
Noah's glaring at me, "Wanna share bro?" And the blush storms my face, "Oh now I really wanna know," he smirks and I ignore him. "Oh come on Princess don't be mean, I promise I won't tell."
Honestly how does this boy do it, I end up buckling after ten minutes of him picking on me and tell him a few things, which leads to him finding out everything and he whistles, "Dude he's good," I'm so embarrassed but smug because David's my boyfriend. Noah holds his fist out and we bump.
I end up humming again and Noah sniggers at me then he hums another tune and we duet as we finish our homework.
"Oh man," he stretches out his back, "I'm gonna have so much fun telling Finn and Sam how all my homework's done already so I can play console or just hang around reminding them how I'm not stuck at the table doing homework," oh dear my brothers may end up beating him up at this rate.
"Don't let dad catch you," I warn him, "And I want to know what they do to you in revenge," I would tell them what he has planned or try to talk him out of it, but we're brothers now so I think it's in my job description to step back and let the mayhem happen.
"Deal," and we both laugh.
Jocks invade the locker room and I get my kit bag, double-checking I have everything and then we sit for a pep talk. Coach stands in front of us and nods, "Guys we are on line for the Championships, but you do not get cocky out there, you stay as a team, you work together on this, you know the plays," she bangs the board with a hand, "You do all this, you bring the fight to them and we are gonna walk away with a win, now get your stuff, get on that bus and go be The Titans!"
Cheers and yells and I'm hustled out with the guys, I slide up to David and wonder if holding his hand counts as being macho when his hand links to mine and I have to work at not swinging my hips.
Charging onto the bus the predictable fight for the back seats breaks out and I would sit at the front but David propels me near the back and I get comfy for the bus ride.
They're all in fine spirits and by the time the bus pulls up they're more than ready for the game. Stampeding off we're greeted by the opposing team and the insult slinging starts.
Their team make one crack about us being a bunch of cripples and then they spot Artie, and surprisingly the cripple jokes stop. And there's not one homo joke. They call us a bunch of momma's boys and posture and call our ancestry into question in some graphic and creative detail.
My team steers clear of cripple and homo jokes too.
This is quite refreshing and relatively civilized, I file my nails while I wait for Coach to shepherd us to the locker room, neither side will back down until then for fear of losing face and respect.
A wolf whistle and then someone's blowing kisses at me, glaring up at the boy I see a very stunning Adonis, "Well hello honey," he looks me up and down.
Flustered I'm not sure what to do but Azimio and Strando have just had to restrain David. Giving this, admittedly, handsome boy a look over, I sniff and look the other way.
"Aw come on honey," the guy walks over to me, "Don't be like that, bet you've never dated a quarterback before," he grins at me and swaggers closer, "when you lose tonight I could console you and show you a slice of heaven," he brags.
Picking up my kit bag I saunter past him, "No thank you I prefer men, and you little boys will be too busy crying all the way home after we beat you on the field." Stopping by David I take his hand and go on tiptoe to kiss him, "And I already have plans for a private after game victory party."
My team laugh and so do some of his, "Well damn," the unknown jock grumbles, "Why are the hot ones always taken?"
Coach appears and we get herded off to get ready for the game, "So you prefer men huh?" David teases me and I blush.
"He was just kidding around," I shrug, "And how is any man supposed to compare to you?"
In the clean and nice smelling locker room, which has handy ramps and handrails, we get kitted up and then I'm forced to go into a group huddle before I'm made to go out on a muddy field to chase vainglorious dreams all based on a piece of inflated pig bladder.
The crowd go wild as we troop onto the field and the stands erupt with a thread of Thriller and I really think we may have an anthem. I wave at what I hope are my family grouped together and then the battle lines are drawn and I get to sit most of it out.
A/N Sorry for any mistakes I've tried to catch them all but I'm only human.