Author's Note: I'm not trying to be a tease by dragging out the remaining chapters, honest! It's just that I'm sitting here and trying to decide the best way to divide what's left of this story. The pacing is a bit uneven, I know. So far, it's been short little chapters of fluff and now - bam - I'm at 6000+ words of smut (in my defense, it was written for the kink meme, lol) and I don't know whether to divide that into smaller chunks of smut or wait and post all of it at once. This part works as a single chapter, though, so I'm going to go ahead and post it and decide on the rest later. :)
Now that Kurt has had his Rhett-inspired epiphany – Dave really does love Kurt and Kurt really does love Dave – he doesn't want to wait another minute. He's ready to express that love physically and have sex with Dave, like, yesterday. It's time to plan.
As soon as the Hudson-Hummels are back home, Burt and Carole settled in on the sofa, watching a movie, Finn and Rachel sitting at the kitchen table going over the brochures and paperwork Finn had received from Adelphi, Kurt heads straight for his room, dialing Dave's number on his cell as he jogs up the stairs.
Once he's checked on the state of things in the Karofsky household –- 'She's acting like nothing even happened, at least with dad', Dave reports. 'She won't even look at me, though' -– and given Dave his best, most heartfelt pep talk about how Dave's dad loves him, and Kurt's family loves him, and how family isn't just determined by shared DNA but by shared love, and how you can choose your family instead of just being stuck with the one you were born into, Kurt decides it's time to broach the subject.
"So, I was thinking," Kurt begins. "I know we were planning to go out after Glee rehearsal Tuesday, but…" He hesitates.
"Yeah?" Dave asks, and Kurt can hear a little uncertainty, a touch of apprehension, in Dave's voice and he rushes to reassure him.
"Well, Dad and Carole are leaving Tuesday morning for D.C. and Finn and Rachel have plans with Rachel's dads that night and… well." Kurt ducks his head and turns his face into his phone and finishes in a near-whisper, "I was thinking that maybe you'd rather just… come over here instead of going out."
There's nothing but complete silence from the other end of the phone for a long moment, then Kurt hears a soft breath. "Are you… are you saying what I think you're saying?" Dave asks, hesitant and unsure.
"Yes," Kurt says, simply, and just thinking about the implications of that one word sets up a warm, rhythmic little pulsing in his groin. "If that's okay with you."
Dave laughs softly. "That's so okay." Kurt hears more breathing, then Dave says, "Kurt," and his voice is low and rough and the sound goes straight to Kurt's cock.
"Look," Kurt begins, softly, "I know that… well… this is going to be your first time and I want it to be perfect for you. Tell me what you need to make it perfect. Candles? Music?" Kurt giggles nervously. "Boxers, or briefs?"
"You," Dave answers. "All I need for it to be perfect is you." That line, Kurt thinks, could be cheesy and trite except that Kurt knows, for Dave, it's completely true.
"You've already got that," Kurt murmurs. He draws a shaky breath. "I guess I'll just wing it," he says, smiling into his phone. "I was thinking… Dad and Carole have a huge garden tub in the master bathroom. Plenty big enough for two." Kurt can hear Dave suck in a breath and he continues, "I've never… I've never done that – shared a bath with someone – so, well, it could be a first for both of us?"
"Fuck… Kurt," Dave says again, and his voice is strained, his breathing loud. Kurt knows what talking about this is doing to Dave because it's doing the same thing to him, and now, Kurt doesn't want to stop.
Kurt's face is hot and he knows it's probably the color of Finn's football jersey when he whispers into his phone, "I'll wash your back, and… and your chest, and… god, I love your chest David, I love that line of hair you have that goes right up the middle, and… and the way the hair sort of swirls around your nipples." Kurt and Dave have never been naked together; that's a major milestone they have yet to see, so Kurt realizes he's just inadvertently let Dave know that yes, he has stealthily checked out his bare torso in the locker room on occasion, but it's the mention of Dave's nipples that makes Kurt's face flame hotter. His hips give an involuntary squirm and wriggle as he adds, "I could… if you want… I could…" He pauses, takes a deep breath, and finishes shakily, "I could suck them for you. Your nipples. Would you… would you like that?"
Dave almost sounds pained when he pants out, "Fuck, yes, Kurt. Yeah, I think… I mean, it's not like anyone's ever done that to me, but… yeah." After a few noisy breaths, Dave stutters out, "Could you… could you tell me more? Like… what next? After that."
Kurt hesitates. Is this phone sex? It is, he thinks. It is phone sex! And that's something Kurt's never done before, so he's not sure how to continue, but then, "I would… well, your nipples aren't the only thing I would suck," slips out, followed by a soft, little moan. "You're… god, David… I know you're… big. I've felt it. In your jeans." He hears Dave's harsh intake of air. "I want… I want to know what it… feels like. In my… my mouth. What you… taste like." Kurt's hips give another little jerk and he curls in on himself, tucks his chin down to his chest, and whispers into the phone, "I want you to… watch me suck you. See your… see it laying on my… my tongue. See it stretching my mouth."
Dave makes a sound like a sob and abruptly chokes out, "Stop. Kurt… Kurt, stop, or our first time is gonna be right now," he laughs, shakily, "And we're not even in the same room together."
Kurt laughs, too, and feels weirdly proud of himself, feels powerful, knowing that his words alone can affect Dave that much. There are other words Kurt could say, words that he knows Dave needs to hear, especially right now when his own mother looks at him with disgust and disappointment, when she even looks at him at all. But no matter how much Dave needs to hear the words, Kurt wouldn't say them if they weren't true. Thing is, they are.
"David?" Kurt says, quietly, seriously, and when Dave answers with an equally quiet 'Yeah?' Kurt continues. "There's something I want to say to you, and I need to say it now. If I don't say it now, I'm going to say it sometime when… well, when you won't be sure if I mean it or if it just… sort of slipped out."
"Yeah?" Dave says again, and he's whispering.
Kurt takes a deep, fortifying breath. "I love you. I really, really love you and I think I've loved you for longer than I even realized, if that makes sense."
Dave laughs quietly. "Believe me, that makes perfect sense. To me, anyway," he says. "You know I love you, too, right? I know you didn't believe me before, but you know now that I really do love you?"
For some reason, Kurt's eyes begin to sting and water and he blinks and smiles and nods, then remembers that Dave can't see him and that makes him laugh a little, thickly. "Yeah, I'm beginning to get that."
And Kurt doesn't mean to, he really doesn't, but he can't stop comparing every milestone with Dave to a corresponding one with Blaine – the memories play out in his head like a film in a projector with no 'off' switch. He remembers Blaine, looking tired and bored, chin in hand, lackadaisically saying the words, 'I love you', and himself left wondering how to respond, not knowing exactly what Blaine meant with the words, not knowing exactly how he, himself, felt in return.
It had been an emotionless exchange and this – right now, with Dave – has shown him that telling someone 'I love you' for the first time is scary, and hearing it in return is dizzying, and feeling it is the exact opposite of emotionless. The watering in Kurt's eyes coalesces into a little drop that breaks free and winds its way down Kurt's cheek and he laughs again, a little, with the exhilaration of it all.
"There," he tells Dave, almost smugly, as he wipes the wetness from his face. "Now, if those words should slip out at any point Tuesday night, you'll know that I mean them."
"Ditto," Dave answers, and Kurt can hear the grin in his voice.