Title – Mine for the Weekend

Fandom – Glee

Author – LizzyPoodle

Rating –Maybe it will become M in future chapters, but it's T for now!

Characters – Kurt Hummel and David Karofsky

Disclaimer – I don't own these characters.

Summary – There are consequences when a bet is made between Kurt and Dave.

Warnings – This is fairly AU…but I'd love to see it play out on my television screen!

A/N – THANK YOU for your lovely reviews! Wow! I am touched! Every review and alert fills me with joy! Let's see what you think of chapter 2!

Mine For the Weekend – chapter 2

After the apples were peeled and sliced, and the dough was rolled out into the pie tin, after the cinnamon and the sugar and the baking and the waiting, finally it was time to take that glorious smelling concoction out of the oven. The whole house smelled amazing, and Kurt was surprised that he'd had such a nice time baking with Dave. He still couldn't believe that what Dave wanted to do first with him was bake, but, whatever. If that's what Dave wanted to do, then Kurt could happily fulfill his end of the bargain with that request. While the pie baked, Dave had given Kurt a brief tour of the house, and then they'd watched some t.v. Kurt had been expecting to have to watch sports, but Dave had insisted on a Project Runway rerun, which was fine with Kurt, but, yeah, surprising.

Dave put on these totally ridiculous oven mitts covered in a flower pattern, and Kurt couldn't help but smile at how absurdly cute it looked when Dave leaned down and reached into the oven wearing them.

"Perfect!" Dave declared triumphantly as he lifted the pie out of the oven and placed it onto the counter to cool.

Kurt headed over to look at the pie, and had to agree. "That looks really good."

"Wait until you taste it," Dave smiled over at him.

It was a nice moment, full of warmth, and Kurt was looking forward to trying the pie. He was pretty hungry, actually, since he'd been too nervous to eat breakfast.

"Let's give it a few minutes to cool. Do you want yours with ice cream, or without?" Dave asked, heading over to the freezer.

"If you have vanilla, I'd love some."

"Coming right up," Dave tried to stifle the fact that he sounded giddy, but he was aware that he was sort of failing at tamping down his pleasure.

"Let me get the plates. Where are they?" Kurt asked, glancing at the kitchen cabinets.

"You're the guest. Just have a seat. I'll get everything ready," Dave insisted. Kurt wondered why his smile suddenly seemed to tighten at the corners of his mouth. Kurt had only offered to help. What could have possibly been upsetting about that?

Kurt sat at the kitchen table, watching Dave get a plate and a fork. Dave glanced over at him, but Kurt couldn't discern the look on his face. He wondered if Dave was upset about something; he suddenly looked terribly uncomfortable.

"I thought of something that I want you to do," Dave said, interrupting Kurt's thoughts. "The plants in the entryway need to be watered. Here, use this watering can. You can fill it up in the bathroom near the front door."

"Okay," Kurt responded, feeling more comfortable having something to do, rather than just sit there and wait for Dave to serve him.

He got up, walked over to Dave, and took the watering can, ready to head off to the front of the house and the plants. He didn't mind doing this chore. He'd noticed the orchids immediately upon entering the house. He'd always thought them a lovely flower.

By the time that Kurt had completed his task, the pie had cooled enough to eat. Kurt walked back into the kitchen, put the watering can back on the shelf where he'd seen Dave remove it, and walked back over to the table, where he sat once again.

"Where's your piece?" Kurt asked.

Dave looked nervous, which in turn made Kurt feel nervous. Was this what Dave was going to do? He'd make Kurt watch as he ate the pie, and not give him any? That was rude, but if that was the worst that Dave had for Kurt to deal with, then Kurt would be able to deal just fine.

"Do you still want pie, Kurt?" Dave asked quietly, hesitantly.

Kurt narrowed his eyes and shifted his head slightly. "Yes?" he answered, tentatively, wondering if perhaps Dave was planning on throwing the food at him.

Dave swallowed, picked up the fork, dug into the pie, scooped up a bit of ice cream, and looked at Kurt.

"Open your mouth," Dave said softly.

Kurt blinked. "What?" A drop of ice cream dripped onto the plate. The heat of the pie was making it melt quickly. Kurt loved soupy ice cream. His stomach chose that moment to grumble.

Dave moved the fork toward Kurt and whispered his command. "Open."

Kurt opened his mouth, and Dave gently placed the fork inside of it. Dave watched intently as Kurt's lips closed around the fork, allowing Dave to remove it and leave the dessert resting in Kurt's mouth. Kurt chewed slowly, then swallowed. It sounded louder than he'd anticipated.

The boys sat, staring at one another for a bit, until Dave asked, "Do you like it?"

Kurt nodded slowly.

"More?" Dave asked.

Kurt nodded, adding a soft "Okay."

Dave picked up another bite of pie, made sure that there was ice cream on it, and held it in front of Kurt's lips again. Kurt opened his mouth, leaned in just slightly, tilted his head a bit, and closed his lips again over the second bite of the most delicious pie he'd ever tasted. His eyes closed at the same time as his lips, and he could hardly believe it when he heard himself moan.

"Aren't you going to have any?" Kurt asked, trying to distract himself and Dave from the embarrassing sound that he'd just made.

"When you're done. Open," Dave quietly demanded, bringing the fork to Kurt's ready lips. Dave seemed content to just watch as Kurt chewed. As Kurt sat, eating, he stared at Dave in awe, wondering why in the world being fed dessert was just about the sexiest thing he'd never even imagined.