Title – Mine for the Weekend
Fandom – Glee
Author – LizzyPoodle
Rating –Still 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, again, for continuing to let me know that you're enjoying the story. This chapter is short…but I hope that you'll forgive me! I'm not certain, but I think that there is one chapter left after this one. I hope that you'll enjoy this chapter.
Mine for the Weekend – chapter 7
On Monday they walked to English together, just like they'd been doing for weeks this year, but it sure felt different today. Kurt felt more aware of Dave's size, and the warmth that radiated off of him, and the subtle scent of his cologne. He knew now what it felt like to be held by Dave, and sleep with him, and dance with him, and whisper in his ear.
He recalled being fed by Dave, and he shivered involuntarily.
Dave noticed. "You cold?"
Kurt shook his head. "I'm alright."
Dave nodded, "Okay," and they kept walking to class while Kurt tried to convince his dick to be patient and wait the few hours that needed to pass until he could go home and take care of business.
It's just that after the too-abrupt conclusion to their weekend, Kurt was anxious for a more satisfying ending.
Both boys entered the classroom, and separated to sit where they normally did. Kurt looked over at Dave and wasn't at all surprised to see that Dave was looking intently right back at him.
Kurt licked his lips and swallowed, and concentrated harder on convincing his erection to come back later when Kurt could actually do something about it.
The bell rang. Class began.
XOXOX
What Kurt got out of English that day was that nothing kills arousal like Orwell. At the end of class, Dave got up and stopped at Kurt's desk before he left the classroom.
"Can you come to the library at lunch?" Dave asked.
"Sure. Why?"
"I just want to talk to you," Dave said.
"Alright. I'll see you there," Kurt promised.
Dave nodded stiffly, looked hard at Kurt's face, and then touched the top of Kurt's hand. Dave gently ran his fingers over the top of Kurt's. Tingles danced their way along Kurt's hand, skipping through his nervous system, and brought back to life what George Orwell had managed to diminish during class.
Dave walked out of the classroom while Kurt wondered how many times an erection could come and go during the period of one school day without causing permanent damage. He feared that this was going to be a long week.
XOXOX
The erection had subsided by the beginning of lunchtime, but Kurt knew that it wouldn't help matters once he saw David again. He sighed with the inevitability of it.
He walked to the library, and entered its already-open doors, looking for David. He wandered toward the tables, and saw Dave sitting at one of them, watching closely as Kurt approached. Kurt tried not to feel self-conscious at David's stare, but he couldn't help it. They had grown closer over the weekend, but it wasn't the kind of closer that lent itself to easy familiarity. It was the kind of closer that was unnerving, because it still wasn't close enough. It was the kind of closer that left Kurt wanting something…more.
When Kurt reached the table, he stopped.
"You're here," Dave noted, rather unnecessarily.
"I'm here."
"You confuse me, Hummel."
"Do I?" Kurt asked, unsure of this David. It's not that he was scared of him, he just didn't know if this David was interested in being friends who walked to class together, or if this was the inordinately sweet David of Kurt's best weekend ever. Kurt didn't know who was sitting in front of him. So. Unnerving.
"What was all that at the end of the weekend?"
Kurt knew to what David was referring. He'd become a little flirty, and then he'd grabbed his bag and left before Dave had even really been able to respond to his ear licking and softly uttered "Wanna bet?" They hadn't spoken about it yet. Kurt supposed that now was as good a time as any to discuss with David what he'd been thinking.
"Well," he began, "I knew, of course, that Christine is the female lead in Phantom."
"So you were just fucking around with me?" Dave asked, trying not to let it show how upsetting it was that Kurt appeared to be messing with him on purpose.
"Not exactly," Kurt continued. "I…hadn't been expecting the weekend to go the way that it did."
Dave waited for Kurt to continue. When he didn't, Dave said "And…?"
"And…I might be interested in doing something sort of like that again. With you. This weekend. At my house. If you'd be interested."
They stared at one another.
"What do you mean, exactly, Kurt?"
"I have this…little idea," Kurt said with a smile.