So yeah... Sorry about taking so long to update. I got caught up in some stuff due to lack of sleep and exams. Sorry for all those waiting! I'll try to get onto chapter 5 right away.
Warning: MxM, mentions of suicide/self-inflicted pain, some violence, profanity, some grammar and spelling mistakes. Also I'm from the USA so my English is going to be different than you darling British and Australians and such. I apologize for any confusion ahead of time!
I don't own glee, but they own a piece of my heart!
Chapter 4
Dave fast walked to Kurt's car. It was parked in the back, and upon seeing Mercedes and Finn waiting for Kurt, Dave smiled and walked even faster. Mercedes saw him and waved. Scooping her up for a quick hug he smiled into to bouncing curls.
"Whoa! Put down the sweet momma sugah, Auntie 'Cedes doesn't like being up in the air unless it's on a plane to somewhere fabulous!" Giving her another squeeze be for he set down carefully Dave just flashed her a smile. She eyed him after adjusting her clothes, "you're awfully friendly now that you're out." She says, then gave him a hug in return. Finn responded before he could.
"You should see them with Carole. She tripped on the stairs and he ended up carrying her around for an hour." Dave blushed furiously and Mercedes awwed long and sweetly.
"She twisted her ankle and she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be in bed or stay and watch me cook." Slapping a hand over his mouth Dave couldn't believe he just said that aloud.
"Oh yeah, Dave's a great cook." Finn said breaking out in a wide smile. "He made lasagna last night and did a really good job at hiding the tofu. He also made this really good vinaigrette to go over a salad and then he made this bar thing that Kurt even ate."
"It was made of oatmeal and cherries, it's healthy to eat and easy to make, of course Kurt ate it." Dave felt slightly offended at the mention his food might not have been eaten.
"Yeah but Kurt's a food Nazi." Finn said. Mercedes was laughing and eying Dave with even more interest.
"You sure you're gay sugah?" Mercedes asked wistfully.
"I tried making out with both Brittany and Santana, neither did anything for me. I've always been interested in guys I think. I remember spinning the bottle in middle school and hoping it landed on this boy and nearly crying when it ended up on the cutest girl in school sitting next to him." Dave said scratching his head.
"Dammit," Mercedes groused. "Why are all the good guys gay?"
"Oh so Sam's gay?" Kurt says as he comes up, surprising Dave. Snuggling into the scarf he has to shove back his nerves caused by sucking in Kurt's scent. Kurt startled him and he was depending on the scent of Kurt in his scarf to calm him down, weird. Kurt smiles apologetically before patting him on the forearm. Mercedes flushes and swats him on the arm. Smiling, he puts both Kurt and Mercedes' bags in the trunk, loading them for the two who are now absorbed in a recent sale coming up in a few days. Sliding into the back seat, he's content to listen to the banter between the three, although Finn's banter is more like complaints over lack of food, not clothing like Kurt and Mercedes. Staring out the window Dave falls asleep.
Kurt is pretty sure Dave is ready to kill both Mercedes and him or himself in the next twenty minutes. Finn had, wisely, stayed back at the house when he realized exactly what they were up to after an hour of homework. Currently in the new department store in the mall both Mercedes and Kurt had Dave pinned against the three-way mirror trying to get him to put on a vest.
"What's the point of a vest?" He squawks out. He has it half on and we're trying to convince him that although we forced it halfway on he should fully try it on since he already has it halfway on. Yes, it's a circling argument, but we figure since he can't run out of the store on us again, he had to wear it now. Early, when he wasn't wearing clothes with tags on at the first attempt to escape, which Kurt figures was really smart on his part when he realized how insane Kurt and Mercedes got, however there was no escaping now. Dave was stuck. But he looks cute, Kurt thought trying to hide some of the guilt and Dave does of course. He's wearing fitted black jeans, not skin tight (he'd relaxed at that til he saw where we were head with shirts then vests and he'd completely tried to bolt again), a tight green button down, and half-on half-off black vest.
"Dammit boy!" Mercedes snarls, "put the damn thing on, 'cause the sooner you get it on the sooner we can get the hell out of this store." Ah, there's my sneaky 'Cedes, Kurt thinks as Dave gives in and shrugs it fully on. "Now the hat," she says grimly. Sighing he puts it on and he, in his awesomeness, readjusts it so it's tilting roguishly over Dave's left eye. Turning Dave around to look in the mirrors, the singer says determinedly, "See? Don't you think you look fantastic?" Dave studies it for a few seconds, tips the hat back, and then immediately attempts to get the vest off. Throwing his hands up Kurt can barely resist smacking Dave. Obviously so fed up with the outfit Dave actually starts stripping the shirt off there in the hallway. He's actually oblivious to the fact both Kurt and Mercedes were getting prime eye candy material and just eating it up. Just look at those pecs, yummy yummy, slips through Kurt's head and he has to shove Dave into the changing room when Dave finally gets the shirt off and goes to town on the belt buckle and pant's top button. Shutting the door Kurt can hear the lock snick and leans back against it hard. Mercedes stands across from him merely waving her hand in front of her face.
Grabbing his hand she tugs Kurt out of the changing room area, and out of Dave's hearing hopefully, before whispering, "Why the hell didn't we know Dave was hot man candy before now? I mean we didn't look at him that much since he was a bully, but daaaaaaaaaaaaamn. I wouldn't mind cloning a straight version of him and locking it to my bed." She murmurs a few things to her self that Kurt doesn't catch but Kurt already has a good idea because they're running through his own overheated gay boy brain. Seeing that chest brought back that kiss under the bleachers a few days ago and remembering the pressure of his lips under his own causes Kurt to flush even brighter and he crosses legs nervously.
"Dammit, come look at how stupid I am," Dave's voice growls out behind him. Turning around Kurt sees a slouching Dave in an outfit he helped to pick out. He's wearing charcoal slacks pleated at the waist with a plain black belt and a dark green sweater with the sleeves shoved up to elbows bring out the green in his hazel eyes. But it's the parts uncovered that Kurt's eyes go to instantly. Zooming in on the hollow of his throat Kurt gulps back the sudden inclination to lean over and lick it.
"You look good Dave," Mercedes says from behind me. Kurt numbly nods in agreement. "You actually look positively edible." She purrs jokingly, causing him to turn beet red. Mumbling about trying on the earlier shirt with these pants he shuffles back into the changing room. Turning back to Mercedes she gives Kurt an arched eyebrow. He was only able to lamely say, "Oh baby take me home and let me take it all off." She throws her head back laughs. He's starting to wonder if he'll survive this shopping trip.
Four hours later, six department shops and a surprisingly large amount of clothing bags later Kurt drives them back to the house after dropping off 'Cedes. Dave is looking positively exhausted. As he drags in most of the bags, we're greeted by a surprised looking Finn and Burt.
"Looks like you boys had fun," Burt says rather surprised. Dave looks at my father and the next thing that comes out of his mouth is, "Never again. Never. Again." Silently Kurt has to agree, seeing Dave partially naked and sulking has shot his nerves since he'd been trying to hide how much he'd have enjoyed it all afternoon. Dave goes up the stairs with Kurt following him up. Dave tosses his jacket and his new scarf on the right side of his bed before sorting out the clothes and clipping tags. Helping him move the clothes into the acceptable storage Kurt watches him sneakily. Dave has half a smile as he puts the last shirt on the night stand. He doesn't want to put them in the drawers for some dumb reason. Kurt could understand avoiding the closet, but not putting things in drawers? Weird, was all he could think.
"You coming down soon? For dinner?" Kurt asks after everything is done, and Dave shakes his head.
"I'm pretty exhausted, ask Carole to not bother with me? I'll probably make a sandwich later. I just want to sleep." Dave says sitting down hard on the bed. He toes off his shoes, and Kurt has to squelch the totally inappropriate suggestion that pops into his head. "G'night Kurt," Dave's says stretching back onto the bed not even seeing if the other boy is leaving the room. Quietly, Kurt watches over Dave as he slowly drifts off into sleep. Waiting til the football player's breathe deepens, Kurt moves to stand right next to him. Touching his forehead with the barest tips of fingers Kurt draws them down the curve of Dave's face to his chin right below his lips. This is the closest I've gotten to touching his lips since that strange kiss four days ago, Kurt thinks and he can feel the soft breaths puffing out against his fingers. Timidly he touches them. They're dry, but warm. Pulling his hand back Kurt touches the very tips of them to his own lips. Watching this boy, nearly a man, pulling his life together... Watching him deal with fears and learning everyday exactly what he's made of, has touched something in Kurt. I know I love how his body feels against mine, Kurt thinks, that's been established in the horrible debacle of our second kiss. I like the Dave I'm getting to know, but is that merely friendship? Reaching out again he almost touches him again but freezes when Dave stirs slightly Kurt freezes. Mumbling under his breath Dave's hands scrambles around for something. Finally they touch the edge of the scarf that Kurt lent him this morning as a joke, and he drags it up to his chest and he curls around it, snuggling it close to face, burying his nose in the fabric. Feeling his eyes fill, Kurt sits on the edge and touches Dave's hair softly. The curls are springy and soft. Sighing with relief, he watches Dave fall into deep peaceful sleep.
Getting up, Kurt quietly leaves the room. This troubled boy inspires me... He inspires me to be at my best and my very worst at the very same time, Kurt thinks. Feeling a tear slide down his face he goes down the stairs to tell Carole that neither Dave or him are up to eating right now. Climbing back up the stairs to his room he passes by Dave's door and can see him still snuggled up around the borrowed scarf. It has to be my favorite scarf now, if only because Dave loves it so much, Kurt thinks. Going into his room he collapses onto his bed. Confused, he looked at the mirror over his dresser and stare at the well dressed and coiffed figure laying on my bed.
"Just who exactly am I?" Kurt murmur curiously to himself. Closing his eyes he fell asleep fully dressed and wrinkling a two-hundred dollar candy red jacket with embellished buckles.
Jerking awake Kurt can hear soft footfalls going down the stairs. Sitting up Kurt scrubs at the sleep clotting my eyes and grimaces in disgust when some of the gunk and make-up rub off on his hand. Ewww, he thinks, why did I fall asleep before removing my make-up. After removing his jacket, sweater and boots and cleans and treats his face against break outs he acknowledges the embarrassing grumbles of his stomach. Deciding some soup and crackers are in store, he softly pads down the hallway then the stairs to the kitchen. Freezing in the doorway he takes in a half naked Dave poking through the refrigerator picking out different things. Kurt must have made some sort of noise because Dave jerked his head up and bangs it right into the ice maker. Swearing softly under his breath Dave steps back and fully straightens rubbing his head. Kurt takes in the sheepish grin as Dave drawls, "I'm guessin' I wasn't the only wanting a midnight snack." Dave steps back after grabbing some leftover baked chicken and goes around to the other side of the kitchen where other foodstuffs are piled. Unable to move, Kurt is stuck watching the muscles play in Dave's back as he cuts different things and mixes them with low calorie mayo and then spreads it on oatmeal bread. Dave looks up as he's about to take a bite. Clearly surprised by Kurt's intense staring he asks, "Dude, are you okay?" Snapping out of it, Kurt nods lamely. Obviously he's not impressed by total faking of "I'm okay and I'm not trying to resist jumping you" face, Dave sets the sandwich down, wipes his hands off before moving to Kurt. Carefully Dave checks the other boy's forehead for heat, "Are you alright Kurt?" he asks Kurt.
Feeling his tongue swell in his mouth and his brains already limited functions shutting down, Kurt can only focus on over six feet of deliciousness. Completely unable to say anything he merely breathes in husky scent of Dave's while enjoying the warmth close proximity gives. However, the happy happy joy joy times are over when Dave's cell buzzes. Frowning, he tugs it out. Reading the text message his eyebrows drop down, and he moves away as he punches a few buttons and calls whoever sent the message. Worried, Kurt shifted over closer and tried to mouth to the other boy, "who is it?"
The question is answered about five seconds letter when Dave's head shoots back and he says, "Santana are you okay? I just got your text message... Uh-huh, uh-huh, what the fuck?" Each word just gets angrier and angrier. He glances to the side and Kurt can fell the anger in the look. Tingling at how powerful Dave looks at this moment Kurt bites his lip. Bad body, he mentally whisper to it, you do not get turned on when something is obviously going wrong. Trying to ignore a totally inappropriate, growing erection Kurt tries to figure out what the hell is going on.
Moving a bit closer he can barely hear Santana's broken sobbing and hysterical voice on the other end. She's saying something along the lines of her family has finally snapped and her brother just tried to beat her and Brittany so they'd go back to being normal girls who knew their place. After a few more minutes of quiet discussion Dave hangs up after promising to come and help. The boys exchange glances and both are furious. Kurt isn't surprised when Dave asks him, "Can we wake up your parents I think 'Tana needs a place to crash tonight." Only able to nod he takes Dave's hand the boys clamber back up the stairs. Dave breaks away and goes to get a shirt on while Kurt knocks on his parents' door. Carole, the lighter sleeper of the two, answers it concerned. After a brief whispered conversation she nods that it's alright for them to stay. Heading back to Dave's room the other boy is surprised to see it empty. Looking around he sees the football player quietly knocking on Finn's door. Dave looks to the side and sees Kurt's questioning look.
"We might need back up," he says bluntly in response. Realizing Dave's carrying one of the bat's Kurt's father has in every room in the house in case of a burglar, Kurt only nods. The grip on it is white and the singer can almost see the angry pulse of the larger boy's veins. Turning away he decides to get a hold of a few friends who were close enough to help and would be up at this time. Finn opens the door and groggily asks what's going on while Kurt starts texting Noah and Sam. Both like Santana even though she's a bit of a bitch and both quickly answer him back. They'll meet the three boys there. Tugging some sneakers on Kurt stops to snag the bat from his room. Finn's carrying a golf club and they all pile into the Navigator. Heading to Lima Heights Kurt can positively feel Dave getting angrier. When they get there Kurt and Dave can see Brittany and Santana fighting with a couple men. Not even fully pulled over, Dave's out and hauling ass towards them. Wincing as the first on get picked up and thrown about five feet into a low fence causing him to flip over into a yard Kurt can hear Finn's low whistle. Hearing dogs barking Kurt is pretty sure the man is going to need plenty of ice and stitches. Seeing Dave start to pummeling a man trying to pin Brittany to the ground makes both of the other boys cheer, but when another man tries to punch Santana in the face Kurt takes exception. He slams the body of the bat full fledge into the aggressors stomach. The man stumbles back and falls to the ground when Kurt swings the bat a few times near the face, letting the older man hear the hard hiss of air as it passes close to his face.
"Sweetie," Kurt says to him in a falsetto voice, "there ain't nothin' worse than picking on a woman. Especially one with lots and lots of friends. So please don't be a two dickheaded moron." Neatly and not daintily he stomps heel first on the man's dick. "But look, I've fixed your problem. Now you only have one dickhead." Looking up from the man rolling around on the ground cupping his junk, Kurt stops to see if there's any other imbeciles to pound on. However all Kurt sees is Noah, Finn, Sam and Brittany watching Santana and Dave pretty much beat the living shit of four other guys. Of course one of the guys is the one who was thrown into the fence and then attacked be dogs so he is not sure he counts. But it doesn't make it any the less impressive. Walking over to Brittany the countertenor gives her a hug.
"How you holding up Britt?" The slender brunette asks, wincing at her split lip and the bruise coloring the girl's left cheek. She smiles sweetly at him before saying, "I'm good now Kurt. Thank you. I just hope Honey finishes up soon so we can go back to sweet lady kisses." Giving her a peck on the cheek Kurt looks over in time to see Dave and Santana dragging the last two men over to the fence. Dave throws both over and he realizes they've dumped all the men into the dog invested yard to be gnawed on. Pleased with his friends efforts the slender boy waves at them excitedly. Dave shoots them a full happy grin while Santana calls out expletives in Spanish to the men being attacked by the dogs before grinning at them fiercely. Both wander over and get a kiss from Brittany though Dave's is only a peck on the cheek and Santana's is a full on game of tonsil hockey. Wrinkling his nose Kurt says, "You got any bags or such?" Brittany shakes her head while Santana scowls.
"Nah, we ain't got any of that shit. My stupid brothers decided to go all holy on me and throw it in the trash while I was at school. Brittany and I was on a date until about an hour ago when we got back and found their stupider with drink asses. They took exception when I tried to get my stuff back and then I had to call you." Sighing he looks them over.
"You might fit into some of my old things. They might be a bit big though." The fashionista in him would probably be pouting for a few days, but the nice side tells it to shut the fuck up.
"You can always borrow my sweats too." Dave says with a smile. "Or let Fancy take you clothes shopping like he did today. I'm sure you'll enjoy being dragged to at least a dozen different places." He says teasingly. Kurt smacks him in the shoulder and instantly feel remorseful when he hisses.
"Oh, did I hit a wound or something?" The singer asks worried. He can't tell what Santana or Dave look like but since they've taken on four of the five guys makes he's pretty sure they're going to look colorful for the next couple days.
"S'kay Fancy, it isn't worse than anything I got while playing football." Dave said giving the other boy's hair a rumple and merely chuckles at the disgruntled squawk. "Now lets get in the car and take you guys back to the Hummel-Hudson's." He looks at Noah and Sam who are both watching him with appreciation he smiles apologetically. Sorry you missed out on the fun dudes. I know how you like pound on dicks Puckerman." Noah merely smirks at Dave's clever innuendo and Sam just seems to bend over in laughter while Finn looks at them confused. Santana mumbles something about that's her best gay boy while Brittany strokes her hair soothingly. I buff my nails and wait for things to happen.
"Dude you never slammed on us as hard as you did those guys, not even when we were playing football." Noah says after a while with a whistle and Sam nods in agreement, recovering from his bout with laughter.
"Neither of ever you have punched a woman on purpose multiple times." Dave says simply, "you've never pissed me off enough that I had to pound some decency in you." Santana goes weak at the knees at this point and Dave swoops her up in his arms. "Now let get you somewhere you can snuggle with your sweetheart, dear Satan." He carries her over to the car with Brittany and the others following him.
"I'm going to catch a ride with Sam and Puck," Finn calls out and Kurt nods at him. The bats in the back and Dave carefully settles Santana in the middle with her head in Brittany's lap before climbing into the front passenger's seat.
"Where to strong warrior," Kurt says jokingly.
"Homeward bound lowly knave," he replies straight faced until he laughs saying, "step on it." The brunette steps on it.
Arriving back at the house, Dave carries in both sleeping girls. Settling them in his current room he heads back down the stairs for a quick shower, the feel of blood and grime is unpleasant, however the whole night catches up with him. Throwing up quietly in the toilet, his body proves that it really didn't approve of all the violence so soon after being cornered and the disparaging slurs against gays. His therapist had been talking to him about working out his aggression in a safe secured way. I wonder if beating the shit out of assholes counts, he mused bitterly.
"Dave?" Kurt's soft voice said from behind him. He closed his eyes, trust Kurt to know exactly what was going on. The sound of two glasses being set on tile drew his gaze to the water waiting for him and he nearly smiled. Throwing up on an empty stomach sucked big-time. He saw the lower part of Kurt's body settle next to him, and he nearly sighed with relief when Kurt started rubbing his back. "Are you okay? Is it because of your injuries?" Kurt asked. This time Dave did sigh.
"No, I just threw up because of their comments. They said some really cruel things to Santana and Brittany while they were hurting them. The blood and shit..." Dave's head spun at the thought and he had to throw up again before continuing. "Th-They said something about tying them up til they changed I think, and it made me think of that afternoon again and all I could think was they didn't deserve something like that." Kurt just nodded quietly and handed him the glass of water. He drank, grateful. His voice was scratchy and harsh from the bile burning it and the phantom feel of the rope slowly choking him. Deciding he needed to distract himself he asked the question that had been drifting silently in his head since it happened, "Why exactly did you kiss me the other day Kurt?"
Surprised by the question Dave watched as Kurt's mind shifted topics. The other boy moved back and took up his own glass. Dave watched the other boy take a few sips. Finally, Kurt said, "because you didn't wake up to anything else."
"So... It was like a Sleeping Beauty move or something?" Dave said, squelching the disappointment that came with that comment, making sure none of it sounded in his voice. Seriously Dave, he thought to himself, what the hell did you expect? He's said before that you're not his type, and hell why would he want to? You fucking bullied him for a year before coming to you senses and RUNNING AWAY from him, Jesus.
"More like a last ditch effort. You scared me when you started gasping and thrashing like you did Dave, I was worried you were going to hurt yourself. I was scared you'd wake up senseless and make a run for it or hurt yourself. I didn't actually know what I was doing until I did it." Kurt said softly.
Dave rubbed his neck nervously, before saying, "Then can you explain the kissing that happened afterward?"
Kurt shifted awkwardly at this, "Uhm," he starts, "I really got upset when you were disparaging yourself."
"So you kissed me?" Dave said incredulously, "I get that I'm pretty damn pathetic right now Kurt, but I don' think kissing me makes that much a difference." Kurt winces.
"Okay, I said that badly, uhm..." He starts, Dave watches in bewilderment as Kurt seems to mentally organize, toss out, and reorganize his arguments. Finally he seems to decide on something, "I have body issues, Dave." Dave nods, he's pretty sure everyone had body issues, but whatever as long as Kurt explained himself. Kurt continued, "When I heard you commenting on your own body with my own stupid, half-delusional, and totally misinterpreted lies I felt horrible. Your body is entirely desirable. I wanted to do something nice for you."
Dave felt pretty damn crappy after the last sentence. He sighed before scrubbing his face, "Kurt," he said, "do me a favor?" He looked at the boy and waited for him to nod.
"Don't fucking kiss me if it's only some stupid assed favor. Kissing is supposed to mean more than that for both of us. I might be fucked up, but I don't need pity sex, making out or whatever the fuck goes through your head when you decide to do dumb ass things." Dave got up after that, taking his water he left a pale Kurt sitting dazed.
Well fuck, thought Kurt weakly, you really just suck at this don't you Kurt.
A/N: Well I finally answered xechada's question hopefully. I actually ended up rewriting the whole kiss conversation two or three times. I started with a make out session then ended up with chapter five's intro. Life is good? Oh well, hopefully I can figure it five in the next couple days before the family gets here. Sorry about the change between point of view, I got caught up in Dave's point of view and didn't realize it was wrong til you mentioned it. Thank you for that by the way. If you see anything else that's funky let me know. I apologize for any weird tenses in this one, I had to redo most of the chapter when I realized my point of view ran away again.
Keep being your fabulous selves,
Amni