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 love each and every review that you write! Thank you for your amazing response to this story!

Mine For the Weekend – chapter 5

After dinner Dave absolutely would not let Kurt help with the clean up.

"Go, get ready," Dave suggested. "You and I both know that it's going to take you longer to get ready than it's going to take me, and we have to get going soon, or we'll be late. Go!" Dave snapped the towel at Kurt, who gave in, and left Dave to do all of the cleaning.

Kurt reluctantly went to fix his hair and change into his suit. It really wasn't fair to David that he had to clean up everything, particularly after having done all of the cooking in the first place, and especially since this weekend was based on the fact that Kurt had lost a bet. Why would David be making this so easy for him? Why was he making Kurt's loss into something fun for Kurt? He could have made him come over and clean the entire house. He could have made demands of him all weekend that were at least slightly uncomfortable, but instead he was cooking for Kurt and doing his nails, for heaven's sake. It was weird. It was also unbelievably fun. He felt cared for in a way that he never had before. It would be easy to get used to this sort of treatment. He hoped that David would like how he looked once he'd finished getting ready.

When the hair was perfect, and the suit was, too, Kurt left the guest room and headed out toward the family room to wait, but David was already in there waiting for him. They looked at one another and each smiled appreciatively at how the other looked.

David got off of the couch and walked toward Kurt saying, "You look nice," and then he took Kurt's hands in his and leaned forward. He stopped suddenly when he realized that he'd been about to kiss Kurt's cheek. He hadn't intended to do that, it had just, sort of, happened. Kurt felt David's hesitation, and decided to take matters into his own hands, leaning forward toward David, and being the one to do the cheek kissing. David backed away quickly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to, um, you didn't have to…"

"David? Let's go."

David breathed, and agreed, "Okay." With that, he swept his arm in front of him, and said, "After you."

Kurt walked toward the front door while David tried to be subtle in his ogling of Kurt in a suit, looking like some sort of freaking model, or something. He took a deep breath, made sure that he had the tickets, and grabbed the car keys off of the table. He hoped that they'd have a good time, but as long as Kurt enjoyed himself, that's what was really most important.

They drove to the theater talking about school and classes and football and Glee Club. They listened to the radio, and there were no awkward silences. When they arrived at the theater, parking was easy to find, and they arrived in time to relax for a few minutes before the production began. Dave insisted on buying Kurt a program, and Kurt secretly bought a CD for David, which he'd try to get the actors to sign before they left.

The show itself was beautifully done. The woman playing the lead female role, Christine, had amazing range, and although The Phantom wasn't Michael Crawford, his voice was both rich and beautiful. It may not have been Broadway, but during the intermission, both boys agreed that it was a quality production, and they were glad that they were there. Kurt was surprised to find out how much David knew about musicals.

"My mom loves musicals. Whenever we have people come over to our house for parties, do you know what music she plays starting first thing in the morning while she's cleaning the house and setting up the food? Cats. A Chorus Line. Les Miserables. While I was growing up, that's all that I heard in our house. I swear, when I am older I'm going to ask my husband for one thing: don't play musicals as background music at parties."

Kurt had never before heard David mention his future as a gay man. He was happy to hear him so comfortably expressing his wishes for a future husband. Kurt was struck by how far David had come in not a very long period of time.

"You're going to make some guy very happy someday," Kurt said. "Seriously. You're going to be an amazing husband."

David was embarrassed into silence, eventually overcoming his discomfort with a gentle shove at Kurt's shoulder and a softly spoken "Yeah, right," complete with eye roll.

But it was too late; Kurt was already thinking about some other guy going out with David, eating chicken parmigiana and homemade apple pie, while rushing to get to the theater to watch a show.

Kurt frowned as the blinking lights signaled that intermission had come to an end. He was surprised at how not okay with him it was imagining David Karofsky feeding somebody else.

The second half of the show was even better than Act I had been. Kurt allowed himself to be swept along by his emotions, and cried at the story's bittersweet conclusion. David found himself contemplating how the phantom felt the need to hide. Recalling his own time hiding who he was, he felt connected to that character in ways he'd not expected. The boys found themselves discussing the show all the way back to Dave's house. It had been a more thought-provoking evening than either of them had anticipated. Kurt hadn't imagined to be intellectually and creatively stimulated by a night out with David, but he was pleased with the fact that they were able to talk about the show and the actors and the songs together. He wasn't surprised that he'd enjoyed the show. He was, however, astonished that seeing the show with David had made the whole experience that much better.

As they finally pulled into the garage, Kurt felt a chill run through his body. "Oooh! It got cold all of a sudden!"

Dave just looked at him. "You're cold? I've had the heater on the whole way home."

Kurt shrugged his shoulders with a soft, "Hmmm," and they both exited the car.

Dave unlocked the door to get into the house, and held it open for Kurt, who shivered again. "Wow! It's definitely colder in here than it was in the car!"

Dave said, "I'm not cold, but let me get you another blanket. The guest room sometimes gets chilly."

Both boys walked down the hall where Dave opened up a cabinet and pulled out a blanket for Kurt to add to the comforter already on top of his bed. He handed it to Kurt and said, "Well, um, goodnight, I guess. Do you need anything?"

Kurt knew that there were towels hanging in the bathroom, and all he had to do was his edited sleeping-at–a-house-that-isn't-mine skin care routine. Then he'd be ready to put on his pajamas and go to bed.

"I think I'm good. Thanks."

Dave nodded, and felt the need to add, "Let me know if you need anything. Just knock on my door. It's fine."

"Okay, I will," Kurt promised, but he was already thinking about snuggling up underneath those covers. This house was colder than his own.

Dave noticed that Kurt seemed sort of anxious to end this conversation and head to bed. "Okay, then. Goodnight, Kurt."

"Goodnight," Kurt responded. Dave nodded, and began walking toward his room, when Kurt said "David?"

He turned around. "Yeah?"

Kurt smiled. "I had a really good time tonight. Thanks for dinner and the show, and everything. It was fun. I should lose bets to you more often."

Dave grinned. "I'm glad you had fun. Sleep well."

"You, too," Kurt responded.

It was not a bad way to end the night.

After going to his room and getting ready for bed, Kurt crawled beneath the covers and tried to get warm. He wished that he'd brought some cozier pajamas with him. He just couldn't seem to warm up. He tossed and turned, and decided to put on some socks to see if that would help. He got out from underneath the covers, and was immediately chilled to the bone. He started to shake. Inhaling to try to calm down made things worse. His indrawn breath only made his teeth begin to chatter, and he struggled to open the zipper of his duffel bag due to his shaking hands. He couldn't remember ever having been this cold.

He raced back to the bed to get under the comforter, and wished that there were more covers on top of the bed. He tucked himself into a ball to try to conserve heat, which didn't help at all. He didn't really want to bother David, and he decided to go back to that cabinet where he'd seen more blankets. Bracing himself for the cold that he knew would feel even worse once he was no longer under the blankets, he gritted his teeth and thrust himself out from underneath the blankets to fumble his way toward that cabinet. The light from his room spilled into the hallway enough for him to see where he was headed, but not enough, he hoped, that it would disturb David. He opened the cabinet and tried to grab something warm. He found a blanket, and wrapped it around himself. When he closed the cabinet door, it slipped out of his shaking fingers, slamming against the cabinet, itself. Kurt winced when the echo reverberated loudly throughout the hallway. David's bedroom door opened.

"Kurt?" Dave questioned in a voice rough with sleep. "What are you doing?"

"D-David? I'm s-so c-c-cold," Kurt shivered.

Dave tried to shake the sleep from his head. "You need another blanket?"

"I keep sh-shaking," Kurt said, looking up at David, pitifully.

David marched over to him, and gently rested the back of his hand against Kurt's forehead. "Your face feels hot."

Kurt continued to shiver.

Dave acted without thinking. He scooped Kurt up in his arms and carried him into his bedroom, laying him down onto Dave's bed, and tucking him under the covers. Kurt burrowed into the warm depression that Dave's body had left in the bed.

He'd imagined having Kurt Hummel in his bed before, but not like this. "I'll be right back. I'm getting the thermometer." He raced down the hallway to his parents' bathroom, and grabbed the thermometer from where they kept it in the drawer, thankful that it was where it was supposed to be. He hurried back to his bedroom.

Kurt was still shaking. Dave tried to remain calm.

"Open," Dave commanded, and Kurt opened his mouth so that Dave could slide the thermometer under his tongue. They waited for a minute until it beeped. Dave removed it from Kurt's mouth, and looked at the numbers.

"Fever. 101.3. No wonder you're shaking," Dave said, watching as Kurt shivered miserably. "I'm going to go and get some more blankets. I'll be right back," Dave said, knowing that he was sounding gruff, but hoping that Kurt could see that it was out of concern.

"O-okay," Kurt's small voice trembled from beneath the covers.

Dave went back to the cabinet and took out a comforter. He brought it to his room and started to tuck it around Kurt's body. Then he climbed into his bed and wrapped himself around Kurt, his arms folding Kurt into his chest. Kurt shook and his teeth chattered, but Dave was going to do his best to provide comfort and warmth. He held him, and Kurt tucked his head into Dave's chest, too uncomfortable in his own skin to bother feeling embarrassed.

After a few minutes, Dave asked, "Should I call your dad?"

"N-no. He th-thinks that I'm w-w-ith Mercedes," Kurt managed.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Dave asked quietly.

"N-no. J-just…it's g-getting better. J-just hold me."

Dave tightened his grip just a little. "Do you want some water?"

"Don't let g-go," Kurt pleaded, gripping the undershirt that Dave was wearing as a pajama top.

"I won't," David reassured, immediately contrite for having even suggested it, "I won't."

David held him, and gradually his body heat seeped into Kurt, helping to quiet the shivers. After awhile, Kurt fell asleep. Not too long after that, Dave fell asleep as well, still wrapped around Kurt, trying to keep him warm. But Dave woke up several times during the night, checking on Kurt, just to make sure that he was still warm enough, still sleeping, and still tucked comfortably against Dave's chest.