Okay so I uploaded this and I wasn't really done yet but it said it was 1,234 words and that was so delightful that I was really upset that I had to add more because I wasn't finished.
Sorry if this is a little late. Been dealing with graduation stuff and a rather messy break-up. Ergh. Not really an excuse, so anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I almost changed my idea for it completely and it's kind of a cop out because a dinner date would NOT write itself and this came out instead. I mean I'm not completely unhappy with it... I'm going to stop talking now and let you read.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, unfortunately. Not Glee or Disney's Aladdin. :C
Er, wait, one last thing. "MIA" means "Missing in action" if anyone doesn't know that. It makes sense later, hahaha.
When Kurt woke up on Friday morning he knew something was wrong. His throat was sore, his eyes were teary, he was sweating all over and his head felt like he'd been up drinking all night. He groaned pitifully and rolled out of bed, tottering into the bathroom. He sniffled and peered at himself in the mirror. The face looking back at him was not the face he'd seen last night getting ready for bed. This face was red and puffy and sick. Kurt exited the bathroom and rifled through a box of things he had yet to unpack looking for cold medicine. He had to get better by tonight, he was not missing that dinner. He frowned after searching a second box, failing to locate the medication.
An hour later Kurt felt like giving up. He sulked and glared at the stack of boxes he'd just gone through. "This sucks." Kurt muttered to himself. "I think I have to cancel. I should have unpacked last week."
Kurt padded into his bedroom and grabbed his phone off the charger. He scrolled through his contacts and frowned as he called Dave.
The phone rang twice before someone picked up. "Hello?" Dave said groggily.
"Hey Dave," was his congested reply.
"Kurt, is everything okay? You sound terrible." Dave sounded less sleepy and more concerned.
"I'm sick, Dave, and I'm really sorry. I really wanted to go tonight and I was going to try to medicate and get better but I can't even find the stupid cold stuff and now I have to look through more boxes and ugh." Kurt groaned loudly and flopped backwards onto his bed.
"It's quite alright, Kurt, I understand. I really hope you feel better soon."
Kurt threw his arm over his eyes. "Thanks, Dave. I was really looking forward to dinner. This is terrible."
Dave laughed a little, secretly pleased that Kurt seemed so upset about having to miss dinner. "Yeah, it is, but there will be other days." He smiled at the receiver. "Go back to sleep, Kurt, get well soon."
"I will try, thanks."
Kurt thought that that would be the end of the conversation until an hour later when he received a text message from Dave. You feeling better? It said.
Kurt quickly typed out a negative response and hit send. Tossing his phone down next to him in bed.
A couple minutes later the phone buzzed again.
You will be, the screen said.
Kurt frowned a little at the vague response. He typed out a quick reply.
Not today, I can't get back to sleep and my cold meds are still MIA. :(
As soon as Kurt sent the message there was a knock on his front door. He groaned and threw the covers off himself. He muttered grumpily and made his way to the door, being sick had always made him grouchy. Kurt shuffled to the door and opened it widely.
"Hey, Kurt. You look pretty awful." Dave grinned. He was standing at Kurt's door holding two grocery bags. He pushed his way past Kurt gaping in the doorway, "which way is the kitchen?"
"Bu- wha- why are you here?" Kurt shut the door and stepped further into his apartment, looking for Dave who had disappeared. He had apparently found the kitchen because he was taking things out of the bags he had set on the counter when Kurt caught up to him.
"You're sick, Kurt. I'm helping. Nice hair by the way." Kurt raised his hand to his head and grimaced. He lowered his arm and looked over to where Dave was still pulling things out of bags. He saw that the larger man had brought over cold medicine, tea, and soup. Dave turned around with a stuffed bear in his hand, it was dressed up like a doctor.
Kurt stifled a snicker and asked "What is that?"
"It was with the cold medicine, I thought it was cute or something." Dave muttered, handing him the bear. "Go lay down on the couch, if you can find it," he remarked, quirking up an eyebrow at all the boxes.
"I can find it just fine thank you very much." Kurt mumbled and leaned against the doorway, he made no move to leave.
"I didn't know what kind of soup or tea you'd like so I just got a couple kinds," he called loudly, assuming Kurt had left the kitchen. He pulled out three containers of hot pre-made soup and four different types of tea. Dave began randomly opening cupboards until he got to one with mugs in it. "Ah ha!" He whispered triumphantly. Kurt snorted to himself. This whole situation was so weird, he'd never have been able to picture the bigger man being so domestic and nurturing if he hadn't seen it firsthand.
Dave filled the cup with water and microwaved it while he debated between teas. He settled on chamomile and mint tea, mostly because the name was "Sweet Dreams" and he thought it sounded nice. The microwave buzzed and he pulled out the mug and stuck the teabag in there, simultaneously reaching for the cold pills and popping a couple out of the box.
He hummed to himself and turned around with the tea and the medicine, seeming startled but not surprised to see Kurt standing in the doorway. "Didn't I tell you to go lay down?" He chided.
"But then I would have missed all this," Kurt laughed. Dave nudged Kurt's calf with his foot as he went into the living room. Kurt followed him in.
"Do you have blankets or something somewhere?" Dave gave the tea and medicine to Kurt. "Take these," he said and began looking around for a blanket before Kurt answered.
"Hall closet." Kurt took the medication and set the mug down on the coffee table as he sat on the couch.
Dave left the living room and returned with a blue fleece blanket. He tossed it at Kurt, "Lay down. You hungry? I brought tomato, chicken noodle, and clam chowder."
"Actually I am a little. Tomato sounds awesome, Dave."
Dave nodded and left the living room again.
Kurt grabbed the TV remote on the coffee table before settling into the couch. He'd never admit it out loud but he missed being taken care of. His father had tried after his mom died but it wasn't really the same and Kurt had learned to take care of himself. Kurt wondered vaguely how Dave seemed so comfortable with it and made a mental note to ask later when he wasn't feeling so drowsy. He opened his eyes when he heard Dave come back into the room, he hadn't remembered closing them.
"You have to sit up to eat this or you'll make a mess," Dave told him. Kurt complied and scooted over to make room on the couch for Dave to sit. He did and handed Kurt the soup and a spoon. "You want me to put on a movie or something?" Dave asked, eyes shifting over to the TV that Kurt had forgotten to turn on.
"Mmm, no, I'm good," Kurt sipped the soup and handed Dave the remote. "Here, you pick something on TV."
Kurt snorted when Dave picked a football game. "Seriously?" He said.
"Your own fault, I asked you to pick something." Dave grinned at him and stood up, intending to find a movie from the box labeled "Movies" that he thought Kurt would like. He opened it and just stared. "So I'm guessing there's nothing in here that isn't either Disney, a musical, or both, correct?" He turned around and raised an eyebrow at the man curled up on the couch.
Kurt waved his hand dismissively, "There's probably like Harry Potter or something in the bottom, or like, maybe something Finn got me that he really wanted. I don't know, just put something in." The last part was said with a yawn. Kurt was suddenly really tired. He finished half the container of soup and got up to put it in the kitchen. Suddenly Dave was infront of him, taking the container and the spoon and shoving him lightly back onto the couch.
"You sit, I got this." He left the living room with the container and came back with a thermometer. "Temperature, now." He gave the thermometer to Kurt who stuck it under his tongue. Dave went back to rifling through the box. He pulled out a title, not really comprehending what it was but figuring that you couldn't go wrong with Disney. Dave was a sports guy, sure, but he used to babysit, he watched Disney, too. After he put the movie in, Dave returned to the couch. Kurt was sitting in the middle now so Dave sat on his left. He took the thermometer, Kurt had a small fever but the cold medicine should make it go down. He put the thermometer on the table and glanced up at the TV. Vaguely, he realized they were watching Aladdin. It was one of his favorites, not that he would ever admit that out loud. They were watching it for a while, it was the part where Aladdin asked Jasmine if she trusted him, when he felt Kurt's head drop onto his shoulder - when had they gotten so close? Dave absentmindedly began humming along with Aladdin's part of "A Whole New World" and Kurt's breathing deepened; he had fallen asleep.
Dave attempted to get up so Kurt could lie down but the sleeping boy's arms moved to wrap around Dave's bicep while he slept. He made an irritated sound in his sleep as Dave shifted again. He sighed and relaxed, figuring Kurt could nap a little more, at least until the movie ended. And the movie did end, Kurt remained sound asleep. Dave shook his shoulder lightly, "Kurt?" Kurt groaned and tilted his head further into Dave's arm. "Kurt wake up. If you want to go back to sleep I'll take you in your room, do you?" Kurt nodded against his arm but didn't make any move to let go or wake up. "You atleast need to let go." Dave smiled amusedly as Kurt shook his head.
"'M sleeping." Kurt mumbled but his arms left Dave's and Dave stood up. Kurt started to fall forward before he sat up and blinked sleepily. "Hey." He whined. "You weren't supposed to move." Kurt frowned and rubbed his eye.
Dave laughed. "Come on, we'll put you in bed." It was too early for bed but that didn't matter. Dave grabbed the blanket off the couch and followed Kurt with it as he paddded down the hallway to his room. Kurt got in bed and Dave tucked him in, putting the blanket over the top of his comfortor. "Is there anything you need, Kurt? Or do you want me to go and let you sleep?"
"I don't need anything," Kurt mumbled sleepily, "but will you stay?"
"Sure, Kurt, I won't go anywhere." Dave had hesitated, but it's not like it was hurting anything, him being there.
Kurt scooted over in bed and looked at Dave expectantly. Dave hesitated again. "Nothing's going to happen, Dave, I'm sick. I just want some company, please?" He patted the spot next to him and Dave obliged, sitting on top of the covers after he took off his shoes.
Dave woke up to the shower running. It took him a minute to figure out where he was, and when he remembered, he smiled faintly. Kurt had wanted him to stay, that meant something right? He liked to believe so. The shower turned off. Dave was suddenly nervous. Kurt came out of the bathroom wearing pajama pants and the towel around his neck. "Good morning!" He smiled. Dave smiled back.
"Good morning. Feeling better?" Kurt looked better than he had yesterday and his voice wasn't as scratchy.
Kurt nodded. "A lot better. You were such a great help yesterday. Do you have to go home anytime soon?" Kurt smiled suspiciously.
"Not for a few hours I guess. Why?" Dave asked warily.
"Well I have yet to be successful roping someone into helping me unpack boxes and since you're here anyway and I am willing to promise to take you out to dinner afterwards I figured that you'd be the perfect person to con into it, pleeeaaaaasseee?"
Dave laughed. "Sure, Kurt."
Copious amounts of box-unpacking later, Dave told Kurt he'd come pick him up in an hour, he wanted to go home and shower. Kurt thought that was fine and passed the time while he was gone cleaning his kitchen.
A knock on the door interrupted Kurt and he opened it wide. "Hi," he said breathlessly to Dave standing on the landing.
"Hey," he smiled. "You ready?"
"Yeah, let me grab my coat." Kurt did so quickly and followed Dave to the car.
"So where do you want to go?" Kurt asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"No idea, you got anywhere specific in mind?" Dave drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Not really, Finn told me about this restaurant on Elm, I don't know the name of it but we can go there."
"Sure, we'll probably be able to recognize it when we get there."
It didn't take long to get there and when they did, the place didn't look all that crowded, allowing them to be seated almost immediately.
Dave grinned at Kurt across the table. "You know, you get awfully clingy when you're sleepy."
Kurt blushed. "I could just turn that around on you and say you took advantage of a sick person." Dave laughed.
"Really, Kurt? You had a cold and you practically begged me to stay over."
"Yeah, well what can I say?" Kurt smiled over the glass of wine he ordered. "You're warm and comfy, was beneficial to my health that you slept over." He winked.
Even though they'd only been reunited for a little over a week, they were already so comfortable around each other. Kurt realized that he really had forgiven Dave for high school. The realization frightened him a little, but only because it didn't scare him anymore to be with Dave. He realized suddenly that he could see them together.
"It was pretty adorable though." Kurt blushed again. "So." Dave began, "let's play a game." He grinned.
"What kind of game?" Kurt quirked up an eyebrow.
"Just a 'Get to know you' game, ask each other questions." Dave answered, adding, "What's your favorite color?"
Kurt scoffed, "Really?"
"Starting out simple, answer it."
"Hmm. I don't have one."
"You don't?" Dave smirked at him.
"Nope. No one should limit themselves to one color. Sounds dreadful." Kurt put the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. Dave chuckled and Kurt asked him, "So why did you want to become a police officer?"
"Wanted to make up for my adolescence actually. Chase the bad guys instead of being one." He grimaced a little.
"Well I think that's pretty admirable of you." Kurt smiled teasingly.
Dinner passed with more of these questions. Kurt asked Dave about his nurturing behavior, brought on by having a younger sister who was sick often as a child. Dave found out more about Kurt's life in New York and why he'd come back to Ohio. It surprised Dave at how much the two managed to tease each other with their game. They were both a little tipsy by the end of the meal and Kurt paid as Dave took him home.
Dave walked him to the front door and Kurt turned toward him, making up his mind about something. "Dave?"
"Yeah, Kurt?"
"I had a really great time tonight."
He grinned widely, "I'm glad."
"Thanks." Before he lost his nerve, Kurt leaned up and kissed Dave on the mouth.
Dave was surprised at first but then when he figured out what was going on, he reciprocated enthusiastically, snaking his arms around Kurt's waist and pressing him closer as Kurt's arms went around his neck. They moved together for a few more seconds before air became necessary and they broke apart.
"I had fun," Kurt whispered and disappeared into his apartment.
Dave brought his hand up to his lips and grinned giddily. He didn't stop smiling the entire way home, and even though it was almost painful by the time he went to bed, he fell asleep smiling, too.
Well that was sooo long. This chapter just would not end itself. Sorry if it's awful. I have the next one started though so, yay?
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Thanks for reading!