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 – I continue to be amazed at your reviews. You people are glorious. I hope that you will enjoy this chapter!

Mine For the Weekend – chapter 4

As the movie droned on, Dave felt when Kurt relaxed completely against his side. His head grew heavier on Dave's shoulder. Dave watched the slow rise and fall of Kurt's chest as his breathing deepened with sleep. Dave smirked to himself. He knew that Kurt was tired.

Experiencing a resting Kurt Hummel warm against his body was much more interesting than watching a movie he'd already seen more than once, but he didn't want to turn it off and risk waking him. Gently, he chanced resting his own head on top of Kurt's for a moment, and when he felt the softness of his hair against his check, he couldn't help but rub against that softness for the briefest moment. David sighed in contentment. How long had he dreamed of sleeping with Kurt Hummel?

A long, long time.

And, okay, maybe it wasn't exactly what he'd imagined, but it was still pretty freaking nice.

Turning his face so that his lips could rest against the top of Kurt's head, Dave pressed a gentle kiss into his hair. He sat and breathed in the scent of Kurt Hummel's fancy shampoo, as he closed his eyes, and concentrated on trying to sit still so that Kurt could rest. Eventually Dave fell asleep as well, his head resting lightly on Kurt's as the movie played itself out, and then came to an end.

When the movie ended, ads began to play for another show, and Dave woke up. Kurt still rested at his side, his head remained tilted onto Dave's shoulder, but Dave was stiff and needed to move. He tried to shift himself gently, but his moving woke Kurt, who lifted his head off of Dave's shoulder, and turned to face Dave.

"Sorry," Dave said, "I didn't mean to wake you."

Kurt blinked a few times, trying to orient himself. Their eyes connected and Kurt was struck by the green and gold flecks that he'd never before noticed in those almond-shaped eyes. Kurt swallowed.

"I guess I was tired," Kurt admitted slowly, straightening up, and stretching a little bit after his nap.

"Is your neck okay?" Dave asked.

Kurt looked over at Dave who had stood up while Kurt was stretching.

"My neck? It's fine. Why?" Kurt asked, rubbing his fingers against the body part in question.

"It just looked like you were in sort of an uncomfortable position when you were sleeping."

Kurt's eyebrows drew together. "What position was I in?"

"Um, you know. Your, um, your head was, um, tilted."

"Tilted?"

Dave could not believe that this was such an uncomfortable thing to say. "Your head was on my shoulder." It's not like he'd made Kurt sit there and rest his head on his shoulder. Surely Kurt wouldn't get upset again. Right? Dave hadn't put the moves on him, well, maybe he had a little bit with the head kissing, but that wasn't so bad. Was it?

Dave's gaze dropped to the carpet. Kurt noticed that David did that a lot when he was uncomfortable.

"My neck feels fine. I actually feel quite rested," Kurt said, wondering what David would do with that statement. Would there be an "I told you so!" aimed at Kurt, since he had fallen asleep?

Dave looked up from the carpet and smiled. "I'm glad that you feel rested." Then Dave's face fell, just a little, and he bit his lower lip, unsure if he should continue with what he wanted to say.

The more time that they spent together, the easier it was for Kurt to read Dave's body language. He could tell that Dave wanted to say something, but was nervous about saying it. It felt good, somehow, getting to know Dave like this.

"Just say it, David. It's okay."

"O-okay. I had this idea…but you might not like it."

Kurt waited, but when David stopped talking and kept looking nervous, he prompted, "What's your idea?"

"We don't have to do it. You can say 'No'…just like we agreed."

Both boys were silent. The last time that Kurt had said 'No' had been about taking a nap, and that had led to a bit of a heated disagreement. And both of them knew it.

"I know that I can say 'No', and I know that you'll respect it. Thank you, really, for giving me that option. About earlier… I…may have…overreacted."

Dave, quick to reassure, said "No. You don't have to thank me. You said 'No', and that should have been enough. I had no right to pressure you…"

Kurt, bewildered by this whole conversation, interrupted, "What. Is your idea?"

Dave smiled and said, "Do you trust me?"

"Hmmm," came Kurt's response, "I do."

Dave grinned, excessively pleased with that answer. "Okay, then. Go sit at the kitchen table. I'll be right there, and I'll show you my idea." It was cute how David was able to so closely resemble an excited puppy.

"Hmmm," Kurt repeated before heading toward the kitchen. It was simply fascinating. He used to be afraid of what Dave had in store for him, now he was merely curious. It was a welcome change.

Kurt sat at the table, as instructed, and waited. David was not too long in returning. His hands were behind his back, and Kurt wondered what he was hiding.

"No laughing," David said, "And no judging, either. If you don't want to do this, we don't have to, but…just…don't laugh at me."

"No laughing, no judging. Got it," Kurt promised. He wondered what David was so nervous about. Had Kurt ever laughed at him?

Slowly Dave took his hands out from where they were hiding behind his back. In one hand was a manicure set, with little scissors and nail files, and in his other hand was an acrylic box, inside of which Kurt could see lotion, nail polish, polish remover, and other items used for...

"A manicure?" Kurt asked, pleased.

Dave shrugged. "You want one?"

"Okay!" Kurt said, happily surprised. "But, what could you possibly know about giving manicures?"

David rolled his eyes. "I have 5 cousins. They're all between the ages of 6 and 10. They're all girls. They all love princesses. Sometimes I babysit, and manicures keep them calm. I learned out of necessity."

Kurt smiled, and then a small laugh burst through. David looked at him, and Kurt remembered his promise not to laugh. He immediately stopped smiling. "David, David, please…it's just such a cute image…you painting little girls' nails. I didn't mean, I," Kurt struggled to find the words. "Please. I'm not laughing at you…please…"

"Relax, Kurt. I get it," Dave answered gently picking up Kurt's hand and examining the nails and fingers of Kurt's soft hand. "Wow. You really take good care of your hands."

Kurt stared at the football player, speechless.

David noticed his staring. "What?"

Kurt shook his head, "You can't honestly be surprised that I'm stunned at the fact that you know what well-taken-care-of hands look like."

"Just because I play football, that doesn't mean that I can't appreciate well-moisturized skin," Dave jokingly admonished.

Kurt couldn't help it. He laughed again, and then quickly covered his mouth, trying to contain his laughter. David smiled, and gently took Kurt's hand away from his mouth.

"I'm changing my mind," Dave declared. "Never stifle your laughter."

Kurt smiled, and before it started to feel awkward Dave became all business. "I don't think that you need to have your nails trimmed, so I'll just start with this," and he squeezed a small dollop of lotion onto the back of Kurt's hand. Dave began by rubbing small circles into Kurt's right hand. The rubbing turned into gently pulling on each finger, even getting a few joints to release with a mild Pop! The pulling eventually turned to lacing their fingers together so that Dave could stretch Kurt's fingers and wrist. After completing the right hand, Dave moved onto the left, and repeated the procedure all over again.

Once the massage was done, Dave used some alcohol to rub the lotion off of each fingernail. He asked Kurt what color he'd like, and Kurt decided to go with clear. He was feeling rather conservative that day.

Dave carefully bent over Kurt's hand, and patiently painted each nail, blowing on each one as he completed it. Kurt wasn't sure if the blowing would help with the drying, but it felt nice, and he decided to just enjoy. When Dave was all finished, and each nail was painted, Kurt examined his work.

"Wow. You're really good at this."

Dave smiled. "Thanks. Well! I guess I'll start dinner."

"Let me help," Kurt offered, standing up.

"No way!" Dave scoffed in jest. "You'll totally ruin all my hard work! Just…keep me company?"

"All right," Kurt answered.

Kurt proceeded to watch as the football-playing, manicure specialist whipped up a fabulous chicken parmigiana and spaghetti dish. As it was baking, a gorgeous smell filled the whole house. Kurt was drooling long before it was done. When Kurt asked how Dave had learned to cook, the response was simple: "My mom," Dave had answered with a smile.

The time came when Kurt was sure that he wouldn't mess up the polish, and, despite David's protest, he set the table as David put together a simple salad with lettuce, tomatoes, artichoke hearts, and feta cheese.

When they finally sat down to eat, Kurt was famished. He'd only eaten apple pie all day, and he was ready to have some dinner. He picked up his fork, prepared to dig in, when David said "Do you want to pray?"

"What? No," Kurt answered, surprised.

"Okay," Dave responded, dropping his hands to his lap, and resting his chin against his chest with his eyes closed.

Kurt sat very still. He didn't feel comfortable eating while David was in the middle of praying, so he just sat, waiting for David to finish.

Eventually he opened his eyes, looked over at Kurt, and smiled. "Thanks for coming over this weekend. Let's eat!" With that David put some salad onto his plate, and poured some dressing on top. He passed the dressing over to Kurt, and began to eat his food. As he was chewing, he noticed that Kurt had yet to move. He swallowed the bite of salad, and said "Everything okay?"

Kurt shook himself out of his reverie and answered, "You're just full of surprises. Do you always pray before a meal?"

"Nah," Dave responded, "Sometimes I forget."

"Oh," Kurt continued, "But if you remembered, you'd pray before you eat?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, why not? I'm grateful for the food, and I'm really grateful tonight…" feeling suddenly nervous, as though he'd said more than he'd intended, Dave took another big bite to chew.

"You're really grateful tonight…?" Kurt asked, hoping that David would finish his thought.

Dave swallowed. "You could have left, but you didn't. I'm…I'm glad that you stayed." He decided to push forward and express himself even more. "I know that we had a disagreement, but I don't care. I've had a nice day, and I'm glad that you're here." He definitively picked up another bite to eat and ate with purpose, almost as if he was daring someone to give him a hard time about what he'd just admitted.

Kurt smiled, filled his plate with salad, and enjoyed a most delicious dinner with the mystery that was David Karofsky. And if he had a sudden desire to see what it felt like to feed David, well, he would just disregard that craziness right now, and maybe think about it later.

Maybe.