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"Dave?" Kurt whispered. The man's eyes had fluttered closed a few minutes ago and his breathing had slowed.
Kurt bit his lip and wiggled a little, loosening the sleeping man's grip. Grabbing the back of the couch he pulled himself out of Dave's arms and hopped over it, onto the carpet. He grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and draped it over the man's broad shoulders before tiptoeing into the kitchen and to grab his phone. On some level he felt a little bit creepy snapping a picture of Dave but the man was curled in on himself and it was pretty cute. Also it was Dave, asleep on his couch. Dave. He raised the phone to take one when it buzzed in his hand, causing him to fumble the device twice before he caught it and slid the "accept call" button across the screen.
"Hello?" Kurt hissed, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Hi," the person said softly, "it's Blaine."
"Oh, hi, Blaine," Kurt glanced at Dave's face when he spoke.
"Why are we whispering?" Blaine replied, just as quietly.
"Hold on." Kurt went into his bedroom and closed the door. "Okay, hi."
"So, why the whispering?"
"Dave's asleep; I didn't want to wake him up."
"Sleepovers already, Kurt?" Blaine laughed, "Tsk, tsk."
"Oh shush, Blaine," Kurt smiled, "We had a late night and he slept over."
"So I take it everything is okay with you guys?"
"Mmhmm, no need to beat anyone up over here, tiger," Kurt teased.
"I'll have you know I'm very intimidating, mister, you'll see." Kurt could hear the smile in Blaine's voice and was reminded of that time a few years ago when he took Blaine to Disney Land for his birthday and he elbowed someone in the face because he was flailing so hard to get Prince Eric's picture. He snorted at the memory, prompting Blaine to add, "Ouch, Kurt, ouch. Your lack of faith in me hurts."
"Not that I don't appreciate getting the chance to make fun of you, was there a specific reason you called?" Kurt decided to do something useful while he was on the phone and exited his room, going to the kitchen to get started on some breakfast while they talked.
"I just thought I'd tell you about who I ran into the other day. You'll never guess who it was."
"Was it—"
"It was Jeremiah!"
"The GAP guy? Does he still have that hair?" Kurt cracked the eggs he'd dug out of the fridge before adding, "… and if so, is he still pretending that people don't know he's gay?"
"Better," Blaine's voice sounded excited, Kurt could picture the grin he knew was on his friend's face, "He asked me to dinner."
"Oh, ew, Blaine, really?" Kurt made a face; the guy wasn't that cute, "Are you going to go?"
"Sure, I'll give him a shot, why not?" Blaine sounded thoughtful, as if he were asking for Kurt to provide him for a reason not to go.
"Well on one hand, he did snub you pretty good… but, then again, you did get him fired." Kurt paused his whisking, "You know, you were kind of really dumb."
Blaine laughed, "Wow, thanks, Kurt, such a confidence booster."
Kurt poured the egg into the pan on the stove and snickered into the phone, "So, Blaine, I'd love to keep giving you shit but I have to go make a certain someone breakfast. Snap judgments aside I hope you have a great time on your dinner date with your blast from the past."
"And you, yours. Have a nice breakfast." The way Blaine emphasized the word and hung up immediately after made Kurt roll his eyes at the insinuation.
He made toast and scrambled eggs and set them out on the table before flitting back into the living room to "poke the bear" as his dad would say. It was his dad's way of telling Kurt to wake people up, especially Finn who literally slept like he was hibernating.
"Daaaave?" Kurt sat on the edge of the coffee table and shook the man's shoulder. "Dave, I come bearing gifts, well… food, but still!"
Dave groaned in his sleep and threw his arm over his face, the other groping out toward Kurt, who slid down away from the arm so he would have to sit up to grab him.
"Dave. Up, up, up. Food, Dave, breakfast. I didn't make coffee but I can, I probably should, actually."
"Oh, my god, you're one of those, aren't you?" Dave sounded horrified and sleepy at the same time.
"One of what?" Kurt asked, amusedly.
"A morning person," Dave spat out the phrase like it had personally offended him while Kurt let out a large chuckle.
It took almost twenty minutes and promises of couch cuddles after breakfast but eventually the two found themselves across from each other at Kurt's table.
Kurt hummed to himself as he lightly buttered a piece of toast at the table while Dave scooped up a forkful of scrambled eggs and chewed them. He raised his eyebrow at Dave when he stood, expression intent on something, and went to the fridge. Opening it, Dave bent low in search of something. "Hmm… oh!" He straightened up with a red bottle in his hand.
Kurt grimaced at him. "Ketchup? On eggs? Ew."
"Don't knock it 'til you try it! Ketchup tastes delicious on a lot of things." He sat down heavily at the table again and gave Kurt a challenging look as he doused the eggs in ketchup.
Kurt grimaced again. "No thank you. I'd rather keep my heart beating for a few more years."
"Kurt, you're twenty four, a little bit of ketchup is not going to be deadly." Dave maturely stuck his tongue out at him. "'Sides, you got me to try dancing, you can try this for me."
Kurt snorted. "In case you don't remember, you dancing ended up with you sprawled on my bathroom floor in the middle of the night."
"Not really, beer ended up with me sprawling. Dancing ended me up with the bruise on my thigh that I do not remember getting."
Kurt nodded wisely. "Ah, yeah. That was when you tried to hug the bouncer, he was not appreciative."
"Did I do anything else I should regret?"
"Not really." Kurt mused, "After all, like you said before, look where we ended up." He smiled at this and Dave smiled back. Dave looked down at the table to find their fingers entwined. When had that happened? He found that he didn't really mind.
"Well how can I argue when you say things like that?" Dave chuckled. This was really nice.
"You can't. That's why I'm awesome and I always win." Kurt smiled smugly and took a bite of the toast.
"Oh really now?" Dave quirked up an eyebrow.
"Yeah, really." Kurt looked challengingly at Dave, who just smiled and shook his head.
"You have quite an ego on you, Hummel." Dave paused. "Not that I mind. It's cute."
"I do not have an ego." Kurt snorted indignantly. "I just know the truth." He smirked at Dave and stood up from the table. "Orange juice? Toast and banter make me thirsty." He shuffled to the fridge and pulled out the carton.
"Sure, but then I gotta head home and grab a couple things for later." He hesitated. "Unless you didn't want me to come back. I could just go."
"Nonsense, grab your stuff and come back soon. You're too much fun to get rid of. Besides, you compliment me and well, that's just awesome." He flashed a grin at Dave and came back to the table with two glassfuls of juice.
"Humble Hummel." Dave mumbled into the glass Kurt handed him. Kurt smirked and took a sip of his drink.
They finished breakfast and Dave reluctantly headed to the door with Kurt at his heels. Kurt walked him to his car and leaned into it to peck him on the cheek. "Bye." He said, almost too sadly for someone who was going to see him again in a couple hours.
"I'm not going to be gone forever, Kurt." Dave laughed and turned his head to lean in for a proper goodbye kiss. "What are we doing for dinner?" He asked as he pulled away.
"Don't worry about that, got it covered." Kurt's smile was oddly mischievous and Dave couldn't help but be suspicious.
"Okay. Be safe." Dave told him. "Don't do anything illegal, anyway; I'd hate to get called in today."
Kurt laughed. "Drive safely, Dave." He stepped back from the car, blew Dave a kiss, and retreated into his apartment once more.
It was ten minutes from Kurt's apartment to the house Dave shared with his friend. Dave had lived there for most of his life and it was the only thing steady in his life other than Az. Which is why when Dave got home he was greeted with a loud, "Where the fuck have you been, man?" from the large man he lived with.
"Kurt's. What's your deal, Az?" Dave set his keys on the table by Az and moved further in the house, intending to start gathering things immediately.
"Check your phone, dumb ass." Dave did so and was greeted with fifteen missed calls.
"Oh." Dave blinked. "Something happen?"
"No, but shit," Azimio slumped against the wall, "you can't just disappear. You scared the fuck out of me, I was about to borrow a tracker for your cell phone signal."
"Sorry, Az. Also, that's illegal. Twenty-four hours, remember?" Dave did feel bad though; he hadn't meant to make him worry. "I'm gonna pack a couple things, Kurt wants to have dinner."
"Last time I heard, you two weren't together. You have been spending a lot of time with him, is there something you forgot to tell me?"
"You know for someone who is so adamantly straight you sure do hop on the gossip bandwagon really fast." Dave mused, grinning at his friend while he scooped up his duffle bag and started throwing things in there.
"Shut up and spill it, ass." Azimio crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against Dave's doorframe.
"That's a contradiction," he chided, "Also, name-calling is really not the way to get anything out of anyone." He batted his eyelashes at his friend teasingly before flashing him a grin and continuing on his quest to get back to Kurt's as soon as possible.
"Yeah, I know, that's why I grabbed your car keys, too." The man held up the keychain triumphantly.
"Aw, fucker," Dave laughed, even though he wasn't really surprised. "Fine, I'll tell you but then I have to go."
When Azimio nodded to indicate he was listening, Dave continued, "We're together but as far as I know we're just taking things in stride right now, seeing where it goes. Really I'm just lucky he gave me a shot. I wouldn't have given me shit if I were him," Dave sounded genuinely astonished, "I just hope I don't fuck it up, you know?"
Az nodded again, "Okay, man, great. I hope things are all gay happy rainbows and shit for you two." Once Dave would have thought Az was mocking him, but now he knew it was just his way of showing he cared.
Dave nodded and zipped up the bag as he headed to the front door. He locked it and got about three steps toward his car before he remembered he hadn't grabbed his keys. Swearing, he turned and knocked on the door.
"Yeeeees?" Azimio's face appeared in the crack of the doorway, grinning madly. Dave held out his hand silently and rolled his eyes when the, now laughing, man placed his keys in his palm. "Have fun, Daaaaavey," he said, before closing the door again.
Dave headed to his car, shaking his head and contemplating getting new friends before he sat down in the driver's seat and pulled out his phone.
On my way back now, be there soon.
He didn't have to wait long before he received, Oh boy! Can't wait. Dave smiled at the screen and pulled out of the driveway.
Hmmmm.
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Uhm, so as a special treat for being a terrible terrible updater I might up the rating if you know what I mean *wink* *wink* but I'm not going to if no one expresses any interest in me doing so. After all, it's a treat for yooouuuu.
The next chapter already has some things written so it shouldn't be too long.