A/N-Huge shout out to Kioko-chu on Deviantart who made the absolutely fantastic cover to this story :D
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Then, "What does that have anything to do with it?" Dave asked, clearly not understanding what Blaine was getting at.
Blaine wrung his hands in Kurt's sheets. Kurt glanced at his boyfriend with a look of agitation. "Do you mind?" Kurt asked. "Those sheets you're wrinkling are Egyptian cotton."
Blaine rolled his eyes but let go of the sheets anyway. "Dave?" he asked. "Are you still there?"
"Yeah." Dave replied. There was the sound of a creaking chair as he adjusted himself on the other the other end. Then he cleared his throat. "I looked this Sugar girl up… Her dad owns sixty-eight percent of Key to Shining Keys' stock, and has somewhere around seven-hundred-and-fifty million dollars from the stock market. But why her?"
Blaine smiled and sat up straight. "Do you think anyone would decline an offer of a few hundred thousand dollars from a multi-millionaire, with an offer of a new house, effectively clearing a spot at West McKinley High School?"
Kurt gasped at the same time Dave chuckled. "Blaine, are you suggesting bribery?" he asked with an amused tone to it.
Blaine shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. Kurt, can you get Sugar on the line?"
While the other two boys were talking, Kurt was scrambling for his phone. "Already on it." Kurt breathed, as he madly scrolled through his contacts to Sugar.
Hey Sugar. Could you do Blaine and I a favor?
sure whats up
There's this guy we want back at McKinley. Could you ask your dad to offer some $ to someone at McKinley?
this is where i snort kurty wurty :P easy how much u need
Enough to get someone to leave town. That too much?
hmm… prob not. ill go ask him. who do u want gon?
Haven't thought about that yet. Should I call Artie to get in the school database?
nah dont bothr him… how bout that anoyin jacob kid? hes always askin to see my panties…
Gross… But yeah he'll work. Work your magic Sugar :D you don't know how much this means to me
kks ur welcum! sugar out!
Kurt put down his phone with a victorious grin plastered across his face. He hadn't realized that Blaine had hung up, but he had,and he was now sitting next to Kurt again. "Successful?" he asked.
"More than successful. We're getting Jacob Ben Israel out and Dave in!" Kurt said, with an added air punch for emphasis. He inched over to Blaine and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. Then he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I like you when you're devious baby." He mumbled as he affectionately dug his nose in Blaine's neck.
Blaine had begun to run his hand through Kurt's hair as he replied "Anything for you my love."
"Mmm." Kurt replied simply. They stayed there for a while, Kurt nuzzling Blaine's shoulder while Blaine stroked Kurt's hair and kissed various parts of the latter's face. Finally Blaine said "We should probably put some clothes on for our date."
Kurt sat up and yawned. "I was actually planning on taking our clothes off." He said lazily, feigning disinterest. "But it's all up to you." He finished, lazily stretching, then theatrically reaching for his long-discarded pants. At the last moment, he turned and hungrily pounced on hid boyfriend's soft lips, pushing with enough force to tell Blaine he meant business. Although they had made out only a half hour previously, there was a new hunger as Kurt methodically worked his lips against Blaine's. Eventually, Kurt's tongue made its way to Blaine's lips also, and Blaine moaned as he gratefully opened his mouth. Their tongues reunited once again as their owners fell over from their sitting positions and began rolling slowly back and forth across Kurt's bed, their lips and tongues never parting, their soft moans never ceasing. Kurt stopped the rolling, however, and settled himself on top of his boyfriend. Soon after, the kiss was broken.
Blaine was blushing underneath Kurt's loving smile. He hoped, after college and the two began living with each other, he would wake up to this face every morning. The face in question had a sheepish grin on his face, and Blaine found himself returning it. "In answer to your question, Kurt, I would love taking our clothes off." He said arbitrarily.
"Mmhmm." Kurt said, not really listening as his mouth started searching Blaine's collar bone. Blaine let out a groan of satisfaction as Kurt stopped at the bottom of Blaine's shirt, looking hungrily at his partner. Blaine got the picture and began slowly removing his undershirt as Kurt's lips continued its journey and started making their way up Blaine's abs. His lips paused at Blaine's hairy navel where he mumbled "I thought I told you to shave this."
Blaine laughed then said "I kinda like it. Plus, I got busy planning tonight-which we seem so eager to ditch."
Kurt stared. "You'll regret that decision tomorrow." He said, then attacked the perpetrating hairy belly button, nipping roughly at it, swiftly achieving a large hickey in the middle of Blaine's toned stomach. Kurt slapped it, earning a wince from Blaine. He smirked. "Don't forget again." He said.
Blaine winked, then finished removing the offending undershirt. "I won't. Do you have the stuff?"
Kurt scoffed and said "Are you kidding? Dad gave me a box and a bottle for Valentine's Day with a long letter ending with 'Keep the walls thinner.'"
Blaine nodded. "That's where those came from."
Kurt climbed off and then walked over to the door, which he locked. Then he removed his oversized shirt, leaving him in a revealing pair of boxer briefs that held nothing back. "Better than pizza?" he asked.
Blaine blushed, and then nodded.
Kurt clicked off the lights.
Blaine woke up, feeling refreshed after the previous night's events. He was bruised in all of the right places. A sudden wave of euphoria washed over him, and he realized he had fallen more deeply in love with his boyfriend, if that was at all possible. He had to get the dominating Kurt out more often.
He climbed out of his bed with a cheery disposition and a wide smile plastered on his face. His phone was charging on his dresser, so he walked over to it and texted Kurt.
Good morning baby ;D
There was a couple minutes wait before the reply dinged on Blaine's phone. Damn it Blaine. First you stay till my curfew of eleven, and then you wake me up at six. Wtf?
Holy crap its six oclock?
Indeed, his phone showed a time of 6:08. Blaine chewed his lip guitily. Oops. Sorry I'll let you get back to sleep then
Don't bother :P I'm up now
Yay! :D
You are far too excitable this early in the morning my dear beloved boyfriend…
I'd be offended if I wasn't so beloved
Awesome :P
My ass hurts… How the hell do you do this every time? (Not saying I didn't like it ;) )
Oh on to that already? ;D trust me, you get used to it.
Good. You don't wake up like this every morning after we do it right?
God no. If I woke up every morning after we did it feeling like I did after the first time, I'd be crippled. Not that I'm complaining ;)
why didn't you ever tell me I hurt you?
kind of implied when you're a bottom and 2) because, as you've now experienced, it feels so damn good.
Touché :P
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to do my morning routine. See you in art?
See you in art my fabulous topper ;D
Not replying…
Love ya!
Love you more
The two had art with Sugar fortunately. Kurt and Blaine were already at a table playing footsy when the millionaire's daughter walked into class. She waved excitedly to the couple, who waved back, and then she sat down with them.
"That was a success!" She exclaimed as she threw her Gucci purse underneath her seat.
Blaine whistled. "You really got Jacob Ben Israel out of West McKinley High School?"
Kurt threw his hands on the table, with the look of a child whose Christmas came early that year. "And more importantly he won't be spit balling Mrs. Robinson and I in physics?"
Sugar nodded while they said all of this. "Yes, yes, and yes! You know, you two really underestimate the power of a giant one million dollar check and a private helicopter ride to his new home in Walla Walla Washington."
Blaine and Kurt applauded while a fourth chair was thrown down on the fourth side of the square table. It was deftly straddled by Puck. "Dudes and Kurt, a miracle happened in Spanish this morning. Right as I was telling Senorita Holliday ella es muy caliente this morning, I realized Jacob's wheezy breath wasn't breathing down my neck while he was staring at Marissa's beautiful rack."
Kurt stared at him with an openmouthed gaze. "Seriously, how are we the same species?"
Sugar took out a nail filer and started using it. "Those two right there were the masterminds behind it all. I just supplied the money while they were probably masturbating to Mitchell and that fat guy from Modern Family." After the uncomfortable stare from everyone, even Puck, Sugar smiled and pursed her lips. "Sorry. It's the Asperger's talking." She said.
Puck took one last glance at Sugar, then shifted his attention two the boyfriends. "Chicks, when did you start getting evil? I thought everything on that side of the fence was rainbows and unicorns."
Although slightly offended from both statements, Blaine still responded. "Rainbows, unicorns… And ulterior motives." Kurt choked when he started laughing, so Blaine continued. "Plus those unicorns you mentioned are quite the badass when you mess with them." He winked to Puck.
Puck snorted then swung his chair around so its back was facing the table and he was reclining back in the chair. "Well now that the school worm is out of the apple, its inevitable replacement is probably on his way." He said. "I mean, this place is fuller than my pants when I'm working Mrs. Irving's pool every month."
Blaine and Kurt glanced briefly at each other before shying away. It was a silent agreement between the two that they would not mention David Karofsky's return to anyone except the probable office call they would receive once he showed up, asking to return to the school he once terrorized.
"Well," Kurt said, eager to change the subject "He's gone."
As it turned out, changing the subject from anything but Jacob Ben Israel's disappearance was near impossible. Anywhere you walked people were talking about him (most usually with various expletives or terms of celebration in front of them). Despite his low social standing, Jacob Ben Israel had his roots sunk deep in the halls of West McKinley High School, and the loss of him would always have a palpable effect on the atmosphere of said halls.
By the time lunch began and the glee crew had assembled at the usual table, it was common knowledge, and (fortunately) conversation had switched to the impending Regionals performance. Rachel had managed to get all of the solos (again) which everyone was willing to accept. Mr. Schuster had told her she got two solos to spread out over the next two performances, so naturally she used them all for Regionals. They all just wanted to put it behind them, especially after Sebastian's attempted blackmail.
Kurt and Blaine got a seat apart from the club, and as Kurt hungrily devoured his mac and cheese. Blaine said "So have you asked Mr. Schue about the duet you wanted us to sing at Nationals?"
Kurt swallowed loudly and said "What's the point Blaine? Both of us know Rachel's going to weasel out as much as she can. Meanwhile we'll be doo-wopping behind her. Story of my life." Kurt rolled his eyes and continued eating.
Blaine on the other hand couldn't stomach the food. He pushed it away and then propped his head up and watched Kurt eat. "You know when I met you Kurt, you were distressed. You were hurt. You were all these other negative things. But there was one thing I noticed about you above all the rest. You were headstrong. You had been bullied beyond oblivion, but you came knocking on the Warbler's doors with a smile on your face. Now you're going to let Rachel rule over all of that?"
Kurt looked at Blaine, begrudgingly ceasing all eating. "Ok look Blaine. You've been in the glee club for a semester and a half. I am one of only five people who auditioned for this club in the first place, so I know how things work around here. At the last minute, Rachel's going to come up with this giant sob story that stretches back a few weeks right before the competition and she's going to get to sing her lungs out. I don't know if you've noticed, but there's an extreme lack of preparation in this club. And asking for anything that doesn't involve Rachel front and center is out of the question." He smiled. "Besides, we both still know our duets are better than her. We don't need a dumb old competition to tell us that. Remember 'Baby, It's Cold Outside?'"
Blaine laughed and grabbed his boyfriend's hand. "An instant classic."
"Remember 'Get it Right?'" Kurt asked after that.
Blaine furrowed his brow and shook his head. "No I can't say I do."
"Rachel sang it last year at Regionals after her heart was "broken" by Finn and Quinn's relationship." When Blaine still looked confused, Kurt laughed and said "It was an "emotionally rousing" and "show-stopping" performance."
Blaine exhaled and said "Ah ok I remember now. She burst into tears a lot and her and Finn got back together and now they're getting married."
Kurt grabbed his apple and bit into it. "See? Anything we do is memorable. Most everything she does is laughable."
In unison, the pair broke out into a soft chorus of "My Headband" and stopped when they couldn't stop giggling and were garnering attention from the glee table. "So how about this?" Kurt began. "We let Rachel get up and sing all her stuff. Then afterwards we can have our candle-lit cover of "Make You Feel My Love" and everyone is happy?"
Blaine couldn't wipe away the goofy smile that was always plastered on his face when he was around Kurt. "That sounds perfect." He kissed him on his cheek and the two started o talk about other things.
~~~Later That Night~~~
Other things turned out to be a visit to Scandal. Dave had texted Kurt to tell him that he had gotten his truck taken away because of low grades, so the trio reluctantly decided to meet at the infamous gay bar.
As Blaine and Kurt were flashing their fake IDs that they managed to dig up from the last time they had visited the bar, Blaine was chewing his lower lip nervously. Then he leaned forward and said "Are you sure this is a good idea? The last time I was here I got so drunk I danced with Sebastian." He shuddered at the thought.
"Where else did you want to meet? This is close to him, and he can't drive without a truck." Kurt yelled over the pumping club music. "Just hold my hand and you'll be ok." He smiled.
Before the couple could take each others' hands, a very good-looking man in an unbuttoned grey shirt that showed every last muscle came up to Blaine and pushed him to the wall, a half-drunk glass of beer in his hand. "Hey gorgeous. Wanna meet me out back?" the man slurred.
Blaine made a retching sound and Kurt pulled the drunk man away. "Excuse me, that's my boyfriend you're talking to." He took Blaine's grateful hand and led him away. When they were out of earshot of the man, Kurt muttered "Stupid drunk douche bag."
"I'm sorry about that Kurt-" Blaine began, but Kurt cut him off.
"Don't be. It's not your fault you were born so sexy." He swung around and pulled Blaine in for a long, hard kiss that was in plain sight of everyone in the bar.
Kurt pulled away, and Blaine smiled as he nuzzled his forehead against Kurt's. "You're really enjoying this aren't you?"
Kurt winked. "It's nice to have a little bit of dominance every now and then."
"Hey Hummel!" A gruff voice yelled from across the room. "Mind keeping your eyes on someone else for a change?"
Kurt smiled and turned around. "You know Karofsky, it'd be nice of you to call me Kurt every once in a while." He called to his ex-bully. The pair walked hand-in-hand over to the jock in a less-loud table in the corner of the room.
Dave slapped Kurt on the back as he sat down. "Eh, I've always called you Hummel, I don't see any need to change it now."
The pair continued to talk amicably for a while, mostly about how their year had been going.
"Well, in November Blaine and I decided to take a big step in our relationship." Kurt said cheerily, lightly squeezing Blaine's hand in the process.
Dave chuckled. "So you two did decide to do it? I saw you two leaving that night, thought it might never happen. Yeah, I get around in here. Around January, big muscley jocks apparently became "in." I've been getting laid like every weekend since then."
The two shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but put on an awkward smile. "Well, congrats I guess." Blaine said. "No boyfriend yet?"
"Nah, no one I've really fallen for." He eyed Kurt and then stared down into his drink.
"What're you gonna do once you graduate?" Blaine asked.
"I got a football scholarship out in North Carolina, so I'll be leaving there in the fall." Dave replied happily.
Kurt gushed. "Oh that's great! You excited for it?"
"Hell yeah I am!" Dave yelled loudly, and Kurt and Blaine tittered quietly. "They're great."
"Well I'm happy for you, David." Blaine said. "I've got to go to the bathroom, so I'll be back in a flash." With that, Blaine left the table.
On the other side of the table, Dave was still smiling and was tracing patterns in his glass. Kurt could tell the smile was faux and asked Dave "You okay?"
Dave, still transfixed with his glass, replied with a meek "Yeah."
"You don't seem like it." Kurt said, worriedly glancing at the beer bottle in Dave's hand.
Dave clenched his fist and slammed the bottle on the table. "Well, I'm not, ok?" Kurt couldn't believe it but there were real tears in Dave's eyes. "This whole year has been a bucket load of shit! You keep getting closer and closer to Blaine; meanwhile I'm out in the alleyway screwing some guy that picked me up ten minutes ago. I envy that Kurt! The idea that someone can love someone like he loves you? I don't see that happening with me."
Kurt was speechless. He truly didn't know what to say for the first time in his life. His former bully now had tears streaming freely down his face and he didn't have anything to say. He knew without a doubt that Dave would find a husband some day, someone that truly made him happy, but he had no idea when that would happen, or even that it was on the teenager's mind.
With a deep breath, Kurt took Dave's hand in his, and said "The world could end in a week, and I guarantee you that the love of your lif would still be out there, waiting for you."
"I cannot let this boy back into this school." Principal Figgins announced, his face drawn, his expression grim.
Sitting around his desk were Kurt, Blaine, Dave, Dave's dad, Burt, and Mr. Schue. All of them had their head in their hands with a determined expression on their faces. "But Principal Figgins, I want him back. Shouldn't that be enough proof to let him back?"
"I have no idea what sort of mind voodoo this boy used on you! In my country, that sort of stuff is illegal, but in America, anything is possible."
"Principal Figgins, I've been friends with Kurt since Dave started bullying, and I can tell you that Dave is a completely different person. I would never let that boy touch a hair on Kurt's head if I thought he was a danger to him." Blaine said, squeezing his boyfriend's hand.
Burt decided to speak up as well. "Dave has been over to my house since the last time he bullied Kurt, and not once did he do anything remotely threatening."
Dave raised his hand as if he were in a small child's classroom. "If it helps any, I promise not to hurt Kurt. I just really want to be back."
Figgins pursed his lips. "Fair enough, but what about the other students?"
"If it helps," Mr. Schue began "I have his transcripts from his school he transferred to after McKinley. You will see that he never bullied anyone, even though there were sevn gay people, three lesbians, twenty-eight band members, and twelve chess club members all at the school, and he never laid a finger on any of them."
Mr. Karofsky stepped forward. "And I still hold true to my previous statement that my son is a good kid."
Figgins' eyes scanned quickly over the folder and put his face in his hands. "If I allow you to do this David, could I make you sign a legal contract binding you to your word that you will not terrorize a single student here?" the foreign principal asked, already extending a contract to Dave.
Dave shrugged. "Whatever it takes to spend my last few months in high school here." He scribbled his name on the paper and gave it back to the principal.
"Alright." Thelatter said, clapping his hands together. "As per your contract, you will be shadowing Mr. Hummel for the coming week, and if I or a single other staff member sees a single rogue act, you will be kicked out of here at once."
Dave grinned, not really seeing that as a punishment. "Alright. I can deal with that." Kurt laughed at that.
The men in attendance began to slowly file out of the office, and Kurt, Blaine, and Dave were the last to emerge. As they began walking to their respective classes, Kurt grinned, Blaine took notice of this and nudged him. "What is it?"
"We have glee practice tomorrow." Kurt said, still laughing. "Do you think you can handle that Dave?" He gave his former bully a playful punch on the shoulder.
Dave sighed, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You know, I'm actually looking forward to it. I think it'd be good to make amends." His gaze was fixed on the glass window at the end of the hall, where the afternoon light was sifting through the semi-transparent glass, playing games on the three boys' skin.
He remembered two days ago, when he was outted at school, and he walked to the end of the hallway, much like the one he was standing in now, although the one he was in two days ago was on the top of the third story. Dave had walked up to the glass, ready to take a leap, distraught over the school's tormenting. As he looked down, a Calvin Klein bag drifted across in the breeze, and instantly he thought of Kurt, the boy he loved so much, the boy who he had put through the exact feelings he was feeling now.
Coach Sylvester had always called Kurt porcelain, and it was a nickname that suited him. Between his slender frame and his pale white skin that was always moisturized to perfection, Kurt had always seemed fragile to Dave, especially when he would push him into a locker and a bruise would spread in an instant. Only then did Dave truly understand how strong Kurt actually was. No matter how many times he hurt him, Kurt never took that leap or reached for that knife. He stuck through it all, and now he had been dating the boy he loved for over a year and his life was perfect.
"Coming?" Blaine called from the end of the hallway.
"Yeah." Dave mumbled as he emerged back into reality. "I'll be there in a second."
Dave trailed behind the couple, who were now hand in hand. Sebastian's words at Scandal came back to him, the ones about him being out of place because he had such a hulking figure. He looked down at his big hands, and then glanced back at Kurt's, intertwined with Blaine's. Unconsciously, Dave's own hand clenched around air. In his mind he imagined his own boyfriend, holding his hand as he walked down the halls of the school.
Dave didn't know this, but Kurt looked back as Dave was doing that, and his smile turned into a smirk. Blaine noticed, and asked "What is it?"
Softly, Kurt replied, "David's home."
