Less than Perfect

Chapter 3

Convincing his dad wasn't that difficult. All it took was Finn assuring the elder Hummel that Karofsky had changed and was trying to stop bullying via the Bully Whips, and Kurt insisting that he couldn't run away from every problem or jerk that came along. Money was a big factor, too. Dalton was expensive, and it seemed crazy to pay that if he no longer wanted to be there. Still his dad had puffed up his chest, like a good parent, until Kurt was able to calm him down. It ultimately came down to the fact that Kurt was no longer afraid to go back to McKinley. Once he convinced his dad of that, the rest was easy.

It was slightly harder to break up with Blaine. He was his first boyfriend after all. Still it had only been two weeks. The difficult part was that he didn't want to hurt Blaine, and he didn't want to lose his friend. The Warbler seemed to take it in stride, more upset with the fact that Kurt was leaving. They agreed to have coffee now and then at the Lima Bean, and it was settled.

The most difficult task was the last one on his list. He was fairly sure David would be okay with the idea, and yet how was he going to go about it? He was torn. On the one hand he wanted what every boy wanted: sex. But on the other, he still felt about as sexy as a baby penguin. Sure he was cute, but sexy? He wasn't so sure about that. Not if the way Blaine had laughed at his sexy faces was any indication. He also knew he needed to start slow. Karofsky could barely admit he was gay. Pushing him too far too fast could backfire, and that pent up rage could all come out at once.

That thought backfired as well. Kurt was no longer afraid of Karofsky, and the thought of him releasing all the need and desire… and frustration all at once…

Kurt sighed in irritation. He was finally ready for his first day back at McKinley. Perfectly coiffed. Outfit ideal for seducing a Neanderthal jock. He did not need a hard on right now.

He forced himself to think of Rachel Berry, and how she'd welcome him back with open arms all the while reminding him that she was the star of Glee Club.

That problem solved, Kurt was ready. He could handle Rachel. And he could handle Karofsky.

He smiled as he walked out to his Navigator.

It was time to take control.

~#~#~#~

David Karofsky was having a good day. He did well on his Calculus test. Not that it was difficult, but his grades had suffered in the last few months. He just felt like nothing could go wrong. He felt taller, stronger, happier.

He couldn't wait for football practice. The excitement he felt needed to be released and what better way than crushing a few guys. He loved being able to let it all out, not just the crushing and pounding , but the physical excursion of sprints and laps. It was a great outlet whether he was angry, sad, or excited.

Dave knew Kurt was responsible for the way he was feeling. Mostly because he felt the other boy had forgiven him. Maybe not all the way, but at least some. And the fact that when he had looked in Kurt's eyes that day, he hadn't seen a monster reflected back. He saw desire and possibilities. Not that he thought anything would ever happen between the two of them. Of course he had hope, but he knew the reality was that Kurt had his perfect boyfriend. Why would he want a sweaty jock who couldn't even admit to anyone he was gay? But just for that moment with Kurt looking at him in just that way he thought … maybe.

He wasn't going to dwell on that. It could only lead to getting his hopes dashed. Instead he focused on the fact that even though he had a long way to go before he was ready to tell anyone and ready to accept who he was, he was finally starting down that path. And that was a good feeling.

As he passed by Santana, she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the throng of students.

"I knew it," she said.

He shook his head, the smile still on his face. "What're you talking about Santana?"

They had become sort of friends over the last few weeks. Starting with him staring at Evan's ass and ending with the Bully Whips. Still it was nice to have someone to confide in. But why was she looking at him like that?

"Why are you so happy, Dave?"

He couldn't help but blush a little. Just the thought of Kurt did that to him.

Folding her arms in front of her, she smirked at him in an all knowing way.

"What?"

"I just knew when I saw him first period. I thought 'oh how happy Dave will be'."

"I still don't know what you're talking about."

"Whatever." With one last toss of her pony tail, she was off, swallowed up by the McKinley High students rushing to 3rd period.

Dave only had a moment to wonder at her cryptic words, before a surprisingly strong arm grabbed him and drug him into an empty classroom. He gawked in surprise at a smug looking Kurt.

"Fancy, what the hell?"

"David. You don't look happy to see me."

What was he supposed to say to that? "I am… I mean… I guess…"

"Don't hurt yourself. I've transferred back to McKinley. I realized after our impromptu shopping experience that you are no longer a threat to me."

Dave couldn't do anything but stare at the boy in front of him. It was almost as if his mind had conjured up the very thing he wanted most in the world and put it within his grasp. He must be dreaming. There was no way Kurt was standing in front of him, looking at him like he was excited to see him. He rubbed his eyes, just to be sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Nothing to say, David?" Kurt said, his eyebrows raised. "I guess I'm going to have to do all the work here. I'm fine with that actually."

Kurt stepped closer to him, and his initial reaction was to step back. The other boy smiled at him again but the look in his eyes was predatory.

"I want you."

Dave's jaw dropped in surprise. This had to be a dream. There was no fucking way this was actually happening.

"And I think you want me, too."

He tried to respond, but his brain just wasn't working. This must be what shock feels like.

"I can see you're having some trouble, so I'm going to make this simple for you." Kurt stepped closer once again, but this time Dave didn't move away.

"Do you want me? No need to talk. Just nod."

His chest was burning. Maybe it was because his heart was beating so fast it was about to burst from his body at any moment. His breathing was shallow, and he was starting to feel just a little faint.

"David?"

He realized then that he hadn't answered. There was so much he wanted to say to Kurt, but speech was impossible. He nodded, licking his dry lips nervously.

"Good." Kurt placed his hand on his arm, sighing as if he'd waited to do that, and the waiting had been difficult. "Here's how this is going to work."

"What about your boyfriend." Dave's brain had suddenly started working again. Or maybe it was just now catching up.

"We broke up. It's fine. Let's move on."

Dave nodded. He felt a little nervous that everything was happening so fast, but no way was he going to stop it.

"I don't want you to think this is going to be easy, David. You don't get to just have me. You have to work for it. First things first, you took something from me. Something I want back."

He blushed at that. Why had even taken the cake topper. He wasn't sure himself. "It's in my locker."

"What?" Kurt looked confused for a second. "No, I'm talking about control. I felt powerless that day in the locker room, and I hate that feeling. Even afterwards, you did everything you could to intimidate me, and I let you. Well, no more."

"I said I was sorry, Kurt."

"That's not good enough. We need to even the playing field."

"What does that mean?"

Kurt smirked as he moved his hand to Dave's chest. "It means it's your turn to feel powerless. My turn to be in control."

Dave gulped, his overworked heart speeding up even more. "I'll do whatever you want, Kurt. But you should know you always had power over me. I think that's why I freaked out so much. I hated no having control over how I felt."

"It didn't feel that way to me," Kurt said softly.

"I know. I'm sorry."

He watched as Kurt pulled himself together.

"It's time to move on," he said. "And to do that we're going back to where it all started."

"The dumpsters, first day of middle school?"

"No," Kurt said giving him a strange look. "The locker room." He stepped back then, giving the jock's brain a chance to work again. As the smaller boy moved toward the door, Dave was able to finally appreciate how good he looked in his black and white shirt and dark skinny jeans, topped with high boots. And while the whole outfit screamed 'fuck me hard', Dave had to admit, most everything Kurt wore had that affect on him. He was so engrossed in his leering, he almost missed Kurt's next words.

"Time to make it up to me, David. Meet me in the locker room today after lunch."

In that moment Dave realized, his whole life was about to change. And he was powerless to stop it.