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 – You continue to be lovely and marvelous in your reviews! THANK YOU FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE! I'm beyond pleased that you are enjoying this story.
Mine For the Weekend – chapter 6
Dave's eyes opened to the sight of Kurt Hummel's brunette head tucked into Dave's neck. Kurt wasn't shaking, and Dave took a moment to savor the feel of Kurt's slim body resting peacefully within his arms. Too soon, however, Dave had to get up, which mean extricating himself from Kurt's clutching grip. Removing his right arm from around Kurt's torso was easy, but he was worried that sliding his left arm from underneath him might jostle Kurt awake.
Moving as carefully as he could, Dave pulled his arm away from Kurt, who mumbled something incoherently, and then rolled over onto his other side, away from Dave. Dave got up, used the bathroom, and went back toward his bed to check on Kurt. He grinned when he saw Kurt's face, which was partly scrunched up into the pillow. His lips were smushed, and he was snoring lightly. He wanted to take a picture, but if Kurt ever found out, well, it might be weird. The clock said 9:23.
He decided to take a shower and to check on Kurt again once he was dressed. He didn't want to put his pajamas into the laundry, because Kurt's body had been pressed against them all night, and Dave wanted to savor that fact later on tonight, when he went to bed, once the weekend was over and Kurt had gone home. He removed his pajamas and folded them up for wearing again tonight. He turned on the water for the shower, waited for it to warm up, and stepped inside. He only felt a little bit guilty, as he soaped himself up, about getting off to thoughts of Kurt and his rumpled hair and his slender body and his sexy mouth…
"Uhnnn…" he grunted quietly, as his semen hit the wall of the shower, and then went down the drain.
After Dave's shower, he got dressed, and checked on Kurt again. The time was now 10:07.
This time when Dave looked at Kurt, he was on his stomach, hugging the pillow beneath him. His hair was a mess, and his skin was creased, but he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and for this, Dave was grateful. He loved the sight of Kurt sleeping in his bed. He really wanted to take a picture.
Dave decided to have some breakfast, and let Kurt sleep some more. He was ready for some Raisin Bran and Cheerios, his favorite cereal combination.
He got the cereal, ate breakfast in front of the TV, and then brushed his teeth. Next, he went back to his room to check on Kurt. The time was now 10:46. And still Kurt slept. He was on his back this time, with his arms folded on top of his body, and his face looking relaxed. Dave wondered when he would wake up, but he wasn't about to wake him. Clearly Kurt needed to sleep, and Dave was happy to see him rest.
Dave had to read a couple of chapters of 1984, and although he would normally read on his bed, he decided that he would actually use the desk in his room, and just get some homework done while waiting for Kurt to wake up.
Dave read while Kurt slept. Well, Dave tried to read while Kurt slept, but he was more than a little distracted. He was concerned about Kurt, and he kept looking over at him. Once, he even walked over to Kurt and put his hand underneath Kurt's nose so that he'd be able to feel Kurt's breath on the exhale. It wasn't the most effective study time that Dave had experienced, but Kurt seemed to be okay, and so Dave was, too.
During one of the few minutes when Dave was actually focusing on his book, Kurt's eyes opened and zoned in right away on the boy sitting at his desk with a book. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and he was reading. So this was Dave in the morning; quiet, studious, freshly showered. Kurt snuggled himself down into the covers, enjoying the opportunity to observe David without being noticed.
What Kurt didn't know, of course, was that Dave would stop reading and look over at him to see if he'd woken up yet, just as he'd been doing for hours. And when Dave did look over and saw Kurt looking at him, his face broke out into a smile. "Hey, how are you feeling?"
Kurt stretched a little, sat up, and said, relieved, "I'm not cold."
"You feel better? You slept well."
"I feel a lot better. I may feel all better. Weird."
"Let's check your temperature anyway, just to be sure," Dave said, walking over to Kurt. He picked up the thermometer, and slid it under Kurt's waiting tongue. They waited. It beeped. Dave removed it, looked at the number, and smiled. "98.8"
"I tend to run a little hot. That sounds pretty normal to me."
"Do you feel sick or dizzy or anything?"
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, but I feel fine. I guess it was just a 12 hour thing."
"Maybe you should just stay in bed today. Take it easy."
"Dave. I feel fine. I could use a shower, though."
Thoughts of Kurt naked temporarily caused Dave's brain to freeze. He tried to start it up again, and not dwell on Kurt in a shower, water dripping down his skin, pooling in his belly button…Dave blinked.
"Okay, go take a shower. Do you need anything?" Dave asked, hoping that he hadn't sounded like he was offering anything creepy, he was only trying to…all he meant was…he needed to get out of this situation.
"I can use the towel that's in the guest bathroom, right?"
Don't think about Kurt in a towel…don't think about Kurt in a towel…
"Yeah, go ahead," Dave answered, praying that he sounded more relaxed than he felt. "I'll just see you when you're done."
"Alright," Kurt answered as Dave grabbed his book and left the room. Kurt sat back in the bed for a moment, rolled over, and leaned into the pillows, trying to inhale the scent of David Karofsky right off of them before he left Dave's bed to go and take a shower.
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Dave wished that he'd though to ask Kurt what he liked for breakfast. He knew that what he'd done was overkill, but since he didn't know, for sure, what Kurt wanted, he'd made several options available.
Kurt came into the kitchen, freshly showered and looking scrumptious, and Dave all but whimpered. The end of their weekend was drawing near, and he felt like he was pushing against time itself, begging it to slow down. He wasn't nearly ready for this time with Kurt to end. He wasn't done yet.
"Um…wow," Kurt said, looking at the choices in front of him. There were pancakes, 2 cartons of yogurt, slices of fruit, and cereal all arranged in a row of neatly lined up breakfast soldiers on the counter.
"I also made scrambled eggs. I wasn't sure what you'd like," Dave said, like he was admitting to some embarrassing mistake.
"I like all of this! How about some pancakes and eggs?"
"Excellent choice!" Dave wondered if he sounded like an overeager waiter, but Kurt didn't seem to mind.
He plated the food, got the syrup from the refrigerator, and took everything to the table.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Kurt asked, sort of hoping that Dave would say "No," because then Kurt could make him sit, and see what it felt like to be the one to do the feeding.
"Yeah, I just wanted to get you a plate first."
"Oh, thanks," Kurt said, trying to hide his disappointment. Now that Dave would get his own food, it would be silly for Kurt to feed him. Oh well.
Both boys dug in, as soon as Dave had finished praying. "It's weird," Dave said. "I remember to pray when you're sitting here more easily than I usually do."
"Huh," Kurt said, not knowing quite how to respond. "Did you add vanilla to these pancakes? They're amazing!" Kurt gushed.
Dave tried not to swell with pride. He knew that his pancakes kicked ass. "You could tell what my secret ingredient is? You're good, Kurt."
The eggs were perfect, the fruit was fresh, apparently Mr. Karofsky had a tender fondness for food from the Farmers' Market, and the pancakes were perfection.
"I am seriously going to have to limit my calorie intake next week," Kurt fake-lamented.
Dave positively snorted. "Like you have to worry about your weight. Please."
Kurt grew quiet, remembering November 2010. He'd said some not-very-flattering comments to this boy that he now cared about rather a lot. He wondered how to apologize for what he'd said about Dave being chubby. Dave's body was the only thing that had helped him finally stop shivering last night.
"Well, everybody worries about their looks, right?" Kurt tried. He didn't want to make Dave uncomfortable, but he wanted him to know that his opinion had changed. He just wasn't sure how to get that idea across.
Dave worried about his looks plenty, and he didn't feel like being reminded that between the two of them, Kurt was the one who would have no trouble getting dates, and Dave, well, would. So he decided to guide the conversation elsewhere.
"There's something else that I wanted to do with you this weekend," Dave began. "Just let me put away the food."
Kurt offered to do the dishes, and the kitchen was clean in no time.
Dave led Kurt toward the living room. They hadn't spent any time in there, really, but when Dave asked him to sit on the sofa, Kurt did so, willingly, wondering what would happen next. Dave said "I'll be right back," and he left Kurt sitting on the sofa, waiting. When Dave returned, not even one minute had passed, and Dave was doing that hiding-something-behind-his-back thing again.
Kurt waited for Dave to speak, but when he didn't, Kurt asked, "Um, so do I get to see what you're hiding?"
When Dave stopped hiding what he was holding, Kurt drew in a breath. His eyes went from the 2 crowns to Dave's face.
"Dance with me?" Dave asked.
Kurt got up from the sofa, walked toward Dave, took a crown from Dave's fingers, and placed it onto his own head.
"I'm sorry that I didn't dance with you at Prom," Dave began.
"Shhh," Kurt interrupted, "I should never have said what I did. Can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you?" Dave questioned. "Like you have anything to apologize for when it comes to us."
"I have plenty of things to regret when it comes to us, actually," Kurt replied.
Dave was dumbfounded. "Hang on a second. What do you have to regret when it comes to you and me?"
Kurt felt as though he should know his lines. He'd never honestly believed that the situation would arise wherein he could say that he was sorry for mistakes that he had made. Now was his chance.
"I was unkind to you." When Dave shook his head, Kurt continued, "Yes, I was. You were horrible to me, and I said awful things to you; things I didn't mean. Your body is fine, and I never should have allowed Blaine to speak to you on those stairs, and I never should have put pressure on you to come out in front of the entire school. I honestly don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry, Dave. I'm sorry for those things, and for staying at the Prom when I knew that you were upset. I should have gone to look for you. Instead I stayed and danced," Kurt practically spat the last word in disgust.
Dave couldn't believe the turn of events that had just taken place in his living room. "Kurt, those things that you did, they were nothing compared to what I did to you. Nothing! Why would you even give them a thought? I'm the one who screwed up. You, you were only trying to protect yourself. You don't owe me anything, certainly not an apology, I mean, come on…"
"I do! I do owe you an apology. Please say that you accept my apology. Please."
Dave was dumbfounded. "There is nothing that you need to apologize for, Kurt, really."
"Say that you accept my apology, David, please, say it."
"But, Kurt…"
"Please, David…"
"I accept your apology," Dave said in a rush.
And wasn't that a surprise? He hadn't expected to feel better from that exchange, but he sort of, well, did. Kind of like he and Kurt were on equal footing, or something. He'd been worse to Kurt, much worse, but maybe it had been as important to Kurt to be able to apologize as it had been to Dave.
And then Kurt hugged him.
Although Kurt had slept with Dave and been held by him all night long, he'd been sick; and not feeling well had overshadowed the fact that he was sleeping with a boy who was holding him tight.
But he was feeling quite well right now, and he was acutely aware of the fact that he was currently involved in the most intensely enjoyable hug of his life. Dave was warm and solid. His arms wrapped around Kurt naturally, easily. Dave pulled him tighter into his embrace, and it was all that Kurt could do not to moan. He hoped that Dave wouldn't see him as he silently mouthed the words 'ohmygod' into the air as he leaned further into the hug. He wondered if Dave was noticing that they fit together perfectly, the sharp angles of Kurt's body melting into the softer, more muscled bits of Dave's. He never wanted to let go.
"I hope that you won't mind the song I chose," Dave said, beginning to release Kurt. He didn't want to let him go, but more than that, he didn't want the hug to get weird for Kurt.
Kurt schooled his features into something more neutral, and then wondered why he felt the need to do so. Did he really think that Dave would mind if Kurt let him know that he'd enjoyed their hug?
Dave walked over to the stereo, and turned it on. His mother had gone through a Sade phase years ago, and this song had stayed with him. It was sad, but her voice slid across the notes like swallowing chocolate, and Dave walked back over to Kurt as the smooth notes of 'Ordinary Love' began to play. Kurt wasn't sure if he should put his arms around Dave's neck, or if he should put his hand into Dave's. But Dave made the decision for him when he gently wrapped both of his arms around Kurt's waist, and pulled Kurt in close while the music played.
They moved slowly together, just swaying, mostly, not doing anything fancy. Kurt rested his head on Dave's shoulder, and wondered what cologne he'd put on that made him smell so good. He'd have to find out later.
The song came to an end, but they stayed pressed together, just breathing. Breathing.
The ring tone of Dave's cell broke them apart suddenly, as if they'd been caught doing something wrong. Dave slipped the phone out of his pocket, and with a glance at the screen said "It's my parents, sorry." He answered the phone, "Hey," and then he was quiet.
"Oh," he said, glancing at Kurt, who was still standing, staring at him. "So you guys left early? You'll be back within the hour?"
Kurt's heart clenched. His time was up. He'd have to go home.
He wasn't ready.
"Okay. I'll see you soon. Yes, I cleaned the kitchen. Okay, okay…I'll do it. Drive safe. Love you, too. Bye." He hung up, gripped the phone tightly, and then slid it back into his pocket.
"So," Kurt began.
"Yeah," Dave finished.
"I guess I'd better pack."
"I guess."
They stood in the living room, not immediately moving.
"I have to take out the trash and do some laundry. I promised my mom."
"I could help," Kurt offered.
"You should probably pack."
"Okay," Kurt said. He didn't want to push.
Dave led the way out of the living room, Kurt to the guest room, and Dave to do chores.
Kurt packed, and sighed and packed some more. When he was done, he brought his bag out into the entryway, and went to look for Dave, who was just coming out of the laundry room. Kurt heard the whirring of the washing machine. Their eyes locked, and they smiled lightly.
"All packed?"
"Yes," Kurt answered. He could hardly believe that this weekend was ending. It hadn't been one that he'd ever expected to enjoy. All he'd wanted to do at its beginning was survive it. Now he was sorrier than sorry that it was over. It was over, and he sort of felt like he'd missed it, and his throat was sort of tight because he sort of wanted to cry. He did not want to go home. He did not want to leave. He was not ready to let this end, and he was feeling desperate.
"Let me walk you to your car," Dave suggested.
"You know," Kurt blurted, "That woman who played the part of Madeline last night was really good. Don't you think?"
"Who's Madeline?" Dave asked.
"Madeline…you know, the female lead in The Phantom of the Opera? Madeline?"
"What are you talking about?" Dave asked, genuinely confused. He knew that Kurt knew better the name of the characters in the production they'd just seen. "The female lead is Christine. What are you talking…" and then Dave got it.
"Can't you just admit it when you're wrong, Karofsky? The female lead in The Phantom of the Opera is Madeline," Kurt demanded. It was hard to say something so inaccurate on purpose; but he had high hopes that this little game might get him more of those life-altering David Karofsky hugs. Desperate times, and all that…
Kurt stared at Dave thinking, "Please get this…please play along…"
And Dave stared right back, not certain how he should handle this. His instincts were telling him to go along, so Dave suppressed a smile and said calmly...
"The female lead is Christine. Sorry, Hummel, you're wrong."
Kurt blinked with relief. He walked over to Dave, leaned up onto his tiptoes, lightly licked the folds of Dave's ear, and whispered,
"Wanna bet?"