Chapter Six
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Summary: Will the proud music teacher eventually find love with the beautiful kindergarten teacher or will he forever come second to the football coach? This isn't very M but, to be safe, I'll leave it at that.
A/N: Yay! Thanks for all the reviews, PMs, follows, etc., that let me know you guys love this pairing as much as I do... and Judith, too. Please, keep reading and let me know anything that pops into your minds, whether it's questions, concerns or constructive criticism, okay? You guys are amazing!
Disclaimer: None of these characters belongs to me except for any OCs found wandering. I own nothing save for this computer.
"Hey, Kurt, what's up?" Kurt smiled as he held his phone between his shoulder and his ear, Finn's voice breezy and cheerful. Kurt hadn't seen his brother and his wife since the weekend before when they'd gone flea market bargain hunting and he smiled now as he replied.
"Hey, Finn, how are you guys doing? No, Briony, wrong drawer! Sorry, Finn, what were you saying?"
Kurt tried to divide his attention between Finn's voice and watching the youngsters clear up after themselves, Marcy busy with the slower kids. It was Friday afternoon and the kids were naturally high-spirited and dashing about like denizens of an ants' nest that had been kicked over. Like them, Kurt always looked forward to the weekends, especially now when there was always the possibility of an impromptu date with Noah and Judith.
Now as he chatted with Finn, he kept an eye on Briony who was trying to be helpful while showing off a bit for Judith. She had been stuffing the art supplies in the wrong drawers and cupboards and Kurt had caught her in time. Kurt heaved a 'TGIF' sigh as the two girls giggled and chatted while storing their toys and books away.
Finn chuckled as he listened to the hubbub in the background. He waited a few seconds until he was certain he had Kurt's attention and then continued. "Nothing important only that Rachel wants you over for dinner on Sunday. Can you make it?"
Kurt paused in the act of closing the cupboard doors and straightened up while his eyes roved over the kids now shrugging into their jackets and hoodies. It was almost time for them to line up to head out to the car pool and bus areas and he nodded absently at Marcy as she signed that she was going with them. He finished sorting out the cupboard and then perched on his desk, trying to think if he had had anything planned for Sunday evening.
"Okay, Sunday is good. Any idea what Rachel has on the menu?" His sister-in-law was vegetarian but she was only strict with herself. She often prepared dishes for her carnivore husband but she drew the line at actually handling raw meat so Finn often ate his fill of steak or pork at school or when they went out to dinner. Now he heard Finn sighing and he suppressed a giggle.
"Dude, I think you should eat something before coming over." He smiled when he heard Kurt's chuckle. "I think I heard her muttering about trying out a quiche… or maybe it was casserole… I don't know. You know I get confused when she starts talking about cooking."
Kurt couldn't hold back the laughter as he pictured his poor brother trying to keep up with Rachel when she got manic over something. The two were a surprisingly good fit as Finn was a pretty laid back guy and Rachel was the very definition of high-strung. He sometimes wondered what their kids would turn out to be like, they were so different.
"Okay, I'll take your advice," he said through dwindling laughter. "Just a sandwich, though, because Rachel's actually a pretty good cook. And you know what, if you don't know it's tofu, some of that stuff is actually quite tasty."
He was teasing Finn now as he recalled the time he thought he was eating beef stir fry only for Rachel to enlighten him halfway through the meal. Finn had been devouring the meal, nearly licking his fingers but when Rachel had naively told him what it was, he'd lost his appetite. Kurt shook his head at his brother's gullibility, thinking that the boy hadn't matured much in all these years.
Finn sighed but smiled on his end. "Yeah, you say that because you don't have to live through the experiments that don't actually work out."
They laughed together and then Finn ended the call by telling him to be at their house for four o'clock because Rachel wanted them to go to an outdoor concert by six.
Kurt nodded in understanding. "Oh, yes, the 'Concert in the Park' series... I have wanted to see it and now I hear this is the last weekend." He assured Finn that he would be tagging along and then they said their goodbyes.
Kurt smiled to himself as he checked his classroom to make sure everything was in its place and then took up his things. He sighed happily, glad for the weekend to kick back and relax and his mind went inevitably to one tanned and gorgeous former schoolmate. I wonder what Noah's doing this weekend, he mused, locking the door behind him and strolling towards the staff car park.
As he stepped out of the building into the ruddy afternoon light, he squinted against the glare, noticing someone leaning against his car. He smiled when he saw it was David and he sped up, curious as to his presence.
"Hi, big guy, what brings you to Kindergarten this afternoon?" His teasing grin lit up his face and he narrowed his eyes at David as he took out his car keys.
David straightened up, his hands shoved into his jeans pocket and smiled at his beautiful ex. Kurt looked as fresh and crisp as he probably had this morning, he thought fondly. He held the door for him as he deposited his armful of papers and his jacket on the passenger seat and waited for him to turn towards him.
Kurt murmured his thanks and straightened up to look at David, smiling at the soft curve to the other man's mouth. His ex-lover didn't seem as hangdog as he had been when he'd arrived in Lima the week before and Kurt was happy to see that.
"I'm heading out this evening to see my parents so I thought I'd swing by to see if you wanted to go grab something to eat," David said now, his low voice in that steady tone that Kurt had come to love about him. Seventeen-year-old Kurt would never have thought he'd come to love anything about his worst bully but he was ever thankful that a potential enemy had turned into a very close friend.
"That's great; where do you want to eat? I'm starving actually because we had a sort of working lunch in the staff room today and I didn't eat much." Kurt rested a hand on David's forearm, patting it before turning to slide into his seat.
David shut the door for him and thought for a second before he replied: "How about Breadstix; I haven't had one of their pasta bowls in a good while."
Kurt smiled up at him, about to squint in the sunlight before remembering his shades stuck up on the visor. He put them on and then started his car, nodding at David. "Okay, meet you there, then."
Dave headed to his car and they pulled out of the car park behind each other, Kurt leading the way. He turned on some music and hummed along, thinking idly that David looked pretty good for someone presumably heartbroken over a split. Ten minutes later both he and David were pulling into the restaurant's parking lot and they found spots beside each other.
As they settled into a fairly secluded booth, Kurt looked around the place, marveling at the memories that were always stirred up when he came there. The most recent memory, he smiled to himself, was of Noah and Judith, two people he would never have guessed would be so important to him in such a short time.
David looked over at his companion and grinned at him. "What has you smiling like that, huh? You look downright nostalgic over there."
Kurt chuckled but nodded. "Yeah, I was reminiscing, actually. This restaurant has been part of my life for way too many years."
They grinned at each other and then turned their attention to their server, a woman Kurt could swear had been here when he'd been in high school. They ordered quickly, knowing the menu almost by heart and then sipped their drinks as they waited on the food. Kurt eventually looked up at David, noticing that the other man's eyes had a faintly serious look swimming in their golden depths. He put his drink down and leaned forward.
"What is it, David? I get the feeling that something's on your mind; is it Steven?"
David flushed, an occurrence that suddenly made Kurt uneasy. Why would David look so discomfited from such a simple question? He narrowed his eyes at his ex-boyfriend and tilted his head to study him.
"David? Come on, spit it out!" He tried to smile reassuringly and it must have worked because the other man sighed and his shoulders relaxed a bit.
"Uhm, it's just that – well, I didn't tell you everything when I turned up last week, okay?"
Kurt nodded in a 'go on' way and David took a deep breath. "Steven and I, we had kind of an argument…" he broke off as Kurt frowned at him chidingly. "Okay, a full on quarrel… satisfied?"
Kurt took a sip of his drink before nodding, still remaining silent.
"Well, he said some things and I reacted badly and … the next thing you know, he was slamming out of the apartment. He told me I needed to sort shit out before I could contact him…" He grimaced as he realised he was whining by the end of that last sentence.
Kurt was definitely curious now and he also wanted to erase that uncomfortable look on his friend's face. He leaned forward to speak but was interrupted by the server coming back to place a basket of breadsticks and their cutlery on the table. He waited for her to move off a little way before speaking, lowering his voice as he did so.
"Sweetie, what stuff do you need to sort out?" He frowned as he watched David fidget like a child, moving his cutlery around, then the basket of breadsticks and then back to the cutlery again. "Don't make me come over there, David," he said in his 'schoolmarm' voice.
David grinned at him – which had been Kurt's intention – and then he simply blurted out: "Stuff about you, okay?"
Kurt recoiled, sitting up straight in his chair as he stared at David, his eyes wide. "Wh-what, me?"
David shrugged apologetically. "Yeah, about you. According to Steven I'm, uhm, still kinda hung up on you…" his voice grew smaller as he trailed off and Kurt stared at him, faintly horrified.
"Oh, no, oh, David, why would he say something like that?" His heart melted for his friend who looked so uncomfortable, a flush spreading from his cheeks all the way down his neck and into the collar of his dark green Henley sweater.
David looked straight at him before replying, his voice grim: "Because it's true…"
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Noah hung up his phone and smiled at his daughter, watching her hop around the room as she told him about her day. She'd been talking non-stop since he'd picked her up at school and showed no sign of stopping.
"Hey, hey, chatty Kathy, you've got to get in the bath now if we're going to make it to the movies in time, okay?"
She gasped quite dramatically and for a second he wondered if he had a mini Rachel Berry on his hands. He'd just been talking to Finn who had called to invite him to dinner on Sunday so she was on his mind. Rachel kept kosher so he'd asked Finn if there was a particular wine she liked but he'd been told to bring something for dessert. Apparently Rachel loved soy ice cream – Noah shuddered – and Finn thought that would be something that would surprise and please her.
Noah may have been brought up Jewish but even as a youth he hadn't kept kosher and the thought of eating soy ice cream made his head spin. He assured Finn that he would look around for some, and he was informed that Rachel was partial to rugelach – a cinnamon-flavoured delicacy with bits of pastry in it.
Noah shook his head as he thought of Finn and Rachel – on again, off again sweethearts since high school – and then herded Judith into the bath room. He was kinda proud that Finn had finally taken the plunge and proposed – more than once – he'd heard over the grapevine, because he had been getting tired of their drama.
Judith was ecstatic that they were going to see the latest Disney movie and tried to cut corners with her bath but her dad was having none of it.
"But, daddy, if I wash my ears, we're going to be laaaate!" Her attempt had fallen on deaf ears although she'd seen her father wince and eventually she was allowed to get out and dash, half dry, into the bedroom to get dressed.
She muttered like she'd seen her Aunt Sarah do and struggled into her undies and jeans before asking her dad for help with her sweater. She always got hung up with getting her head through the narrow opening and her arms into the sleeves at the same time. She heard her dad chuckling when he came to help her but she didn't mind him laughing at her.
Finally, with her hair tamed into two long pigtails, she deemed herself ready but she looked critically at her father, her head tilted to the side.
"Daddy, why are you wearing that?" Her little face was in a serious pout as she took in the baseball cap he'd grabbed from the rack by their front door.
He looked at her, puzzled; who could understand a five-year-old fashionista's thinking? "What, it's my favourite cap." He shrugged in bemusement.
"No, no, you can't wear that. My friends are going to think you're not my dad!"
Noah's face went through a series of expressions, trying to figure that statement out when his daughter sighed and folded her arms. She spoke in a voice that he suspected she'd heard from her aunt Sarah as she tried to enlighten him.
"You look like a hip-hop person, daddy. You don't look like a daddy when you wear the cap!"
Noah's eyebrows rose up his forehead as he finally understood her. Apparently he looked too gangsta to be seen with his little princess and he tried to hold back a loud guffaw.
"Listen, kid, if you're going to wear every colour on the colour wheel together, I should get to wear my hoodie and my baseball cap, deal?"
Judith tapped her little foot and studied him. Suddenly she gave him a huge sunny smile and marched past him, heading for the door. "Okay; at least Mr. Kurt won't be at the movies to see you."
Noah stared after her with his jaw slightly lowered and then shook his head, taking up his keys and following her. He grabbed her hand as they walked towards the lift and said teasingly: "I guess even Mr. Kurt wears baseball caps and hoodies sometimes."
All the way down to the car park they kept up a running stream of 'nuh uh' and 'uh huh', finally laughing at each other as they headed to the Cineplex.
Noah shook his head once again as he looked at his little girl from the corner of his eye. He was so blessed to have full custody of his baby, he sighed, as he wouldn't give up these years with her for anything.
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Sunday found Kurt staring down at his donation to Sunday dinner over at Finn and Rachel's. He'd made one of Finn's favourite cakes the day before and now he stared at it, wondering if he should just go ahead and ice it.
He'd chosen a dessert that he could make with his eyes closed because thoughts of David and his confession on Friday kept running through his unsettled mind. When David's sad eyes had stared into his as he'd admitted to still having feelings for him, Kurt hadn't known how to respond. He'd thought that all that had been settled when they decided to go their separate ways. The rest of their meal had consisted of strained silence and occasional spurts of conversation that they tried to steer around the elephant at their table.
Finally, tired of the unnecessary tension at the end of the meal, Kurt had looked at David kindly, reaching a hand out to cover the larger one. "David, sweetie, you know I care about you, right?"
David's slanted eyebrows flicked in surprise and then he nodded, a slight smile lightening his face. "Yeah, I do; I'm sorry, Kurt, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…"
Kurt nodded a little impatiently and continued. "Okay, well, I'll always be here for you, no matter what. I think, though, that Steven really sounds as if he's into you. Whatever you need to deal with, do it and go get him, okay?"
David's cheeks flushed a light pink and his eyes moistened at the sound of Kurt's soft, concerned voice. However, he leaned forward with an intent look on his face that had Kurt straightening up. "I understand but you have to know that my feelings for you will never really go away. Whether I get back with Steven or not, if you ever need me, I'm just a phone call away."
It was Kurt's turn to blink away sudden moisture but he smiled as he nodded. "I know…"
After that things seemed to ease between them and when it was time to go their separate ways, David hauled Kurt into a massive hug, dropping his head to that sweet-smelling juncture of neck and shoulder. Kurt giggled as David's breath tickled him and they eventually pulled apart to smile gently at each other.
"Take care, David; I'll be fine and I know you will be, too. Drive safely, sweetie."
He did feel slightly sad as he drove home that evening, his mind on David and his boyfriend. From all he'd heard about Steven, he felt the man really loved David but he knew it must be hard to compete with the memory of an ex-lover. He hoped that the two would work things out, just as he was optimistic that things would work between himself and Noah. A soft smile wreathed his face as he thought of the other man and his precious little girl. He didn't know where their relationship would end up but from the heat they generated almost every time they met, he knew he was in for the time of his life.
Now as he stared at the ingredients he'd taken out of the pantry, he sighed as he recalled that David had not been as onboard with the decision to split up as he'd thought; he recalled the silence that had reigned while he, Kurt, had expounded on how it would be better for them to be friends rather than lovers. Now he hoped fervently that he hadn't hurt the other man's feelings with his breezy announcement and subsequent decision to break things off.
What's the matter with you, Hummel, he berated himself, trying to decide what to do… both about David and this cake he was taking over to Finn and Rachel's. Still, to be fair, no one could do anything and no one was to blame for unrequited feelings. Heaven knows he had had his share of that drama back in high school when he'd been crushing on Finn and making the other boy uncomfortable. Naïve and young as he'd been, Kurt hadn't realised that love and sexuality were not always on same page.
Now, years later, he cringed at the thought of his behaviour, and was immensely happy that Finn hadn't been the type of person to beat Kurt up because he was gay and in love with him. The fact, too, that he'd become Finn's stepbrother when their parents had decided to marry was one more nail in the figurative coffin into which Kurt had dumped his feelings. He shook off these thoughts now and turned to concentrate on the task at hand.
Kurt loved baking, a holdover from the days when he used to try and come up with delicious yet heart-healthy dishes that his dad would like. He'd been deathly afraid that his dad's heart condition would deprive him of the only parent he had left and had thrown himself into the task of finding foods his dad would enjoy. The result was that he'd become proficient in cooking up healthy but appealing meals that were enjoyed by the whole family, even Finn. That boy's idea of healthy eating used to mean adding a slice of tomato to his burger but when he and his mom had moved into the Hummel residence, Kurt had turned his thinking around.
Now, wondering if Rachel would have a problem with the sweetness of the dessert, he decided to do a delicate lemon cream frosting for the large pound cake he'd made. He rather thought any fruit-flavoured dessert would go over well with vegetarians; not only that but the cake was large enough for each of them to have a slice and have enough left over for Finn to enjoy in the next few days.
He finished up in the kitchen, cleaned up quickly and then headed down to his room to shower and get dressed. If they were going to the outdoor concert later, he figured he'd wear jeans and a new Marc Jacobs grey and white sweater so he wouldn't have to carry a jacket with him. His hands would no doubt be occupied with a blanket and maybe a folding chair so the less hassle he had with clothing the better. He hummed as he selected his clothing and then headed to his shower.
Half an hour later he was humming to himself as he placed the iced cake into a carrier, locked up the house and then headed out to his car. The day had been sunny but slightly cooler, thankfully, and the afternoon and evening were shaping up to be lovely. He wondered idly what musical delight would be on offer at the concert and sighed happily as he lifted his face to the faint breeze. He called out greetings to a couple of his neighbours out on their lawns and then waved to them as he drove off.
Finn met him at the door of the apartment, his face lighting up as he relieved Kurt of the cake container at which Kurt grinned. His brother was just an overgrown kid and he chuckled at his antics as he tried to sniff the cake to guess what flavour it was. They chatted as Finn indicated that he should go ahead into the living room and Kurt strode down the short hallway, calling to Rachel as he went. He stopped abruptly as two pairs of nearly identical eyes looked up at him.
"Mr. Kurt, hi, we came to dinner, too!" Judith's lilting voice greeted Kurt as he paused in the doorway, his eyes locked with her father's. Kurt broke their gaze and stared down at the little girl, smiling at her as she grabbed his hand to tug him over to the couch.
"Hello, Judith, don't you look pretty!" Kurt laughed as he took in the budding fashionista's ensemble that seemed to be predominantly purple today. He looked up at Noah, taking in the soft smile on the other man's face as Judith placed him between her and her father.
"Hi, Noah, I didn't know you were coming to dinner, too." His eyes fell to the other man's lips but he quickly dragged them back up to his face.
Noah cleared his throat before nodding. "Yeah, Rachel felt Jude and I were in need of kosher vegetarian, I guess," he smirked while his eyes roved over the way Kurt's soft-looking grey jeans hugged his thighs. He realised that Kurt had caught him doing it and he gave him a little one-sided smile, his eyes clearly telegraphing how much he liked looking at him.
Kurt's cheeks were faintly pink as he stared at Noah, the sound of Judith's babbling wafting over his head as he returned Noah's appreciative stare with one of his own. Noah's soft, nubby cream sweater played up the man's tanned good looks and Kurt's eyes dropped to the brown cords that complemented it.
Just then he looked up to see Rachel coming into the room, her eyes narrowed though her lips were pulled into a smirk. "Paunch, Kurt, love handles? We have to talk, mister!"
Kurt's eyes widened and then he burst out laughing, shaking his head as he looked between his sister-in-law and the hunk sitting beside him on the couch. Noah had a confused look in his eyes although he was smiling at Kurt's amusement.
"Oh, Rach, I couldn't resist it; I'm sorry, hon," Kurt got out amidst his chuckles and then shook his head as Noah mouthed, 'what?' "I'll tell you later… maybe."
Rachel came over and he got up to give her a hug, his lips brushing her smooth cheek before telling her about the cake he brought. "It's pound cake with lemon frosting; hope it doesn't clash with your menu?"
She shook her head and thanked him, saying: "Not at all, that sounds perfect," before she headed out to the kitchen. "Oh, Finn's about to come ask you guys what you want to drink but dinner will be ready in about ten, okay?"
The afternoon went well, with Judith entertaining them about what she and her friend had seen at the movies on Friday. The adults ate the delicious meal of linguine with fresh basil sauce, pasta frittata and black bean burgers. Rachel had obviously been spending a lot of time perfecting these dishes because they all declared the meal fantastic. Even Judith dove into the burgers, not seeming to realise that it wasn't quite like what she would get at her favourite fast food restaurant.
After generous slices of Kurt's pound cake served with scoops of kosher vanilla ice cream, Rachel declared it was time to clear up so they could head out to the park to get good vantage points to see the orchestra. Everyone, even Judith, pitched in and helped clear up, Rachel stacking the dishwasher and leaving it to run in their absence. Their conversation was relaxed, familiar and a contented feeling washed over Kurt as he headed down to his car, the others straggling after him.
They decided to use only two vehicles and Kurt invited Noah and Judith to ride with him ("as I have a blanket we can share," he explained, trying to ignore the knowing glint in Rachel's eyes). Judith squealed and hurried forward to grab his hand as they separated to the two cars and Noah's eyes smiled warmly at him.
It wasn't until they were all settled on the two large blankets at what they deemed the best spot that Kurt realised he hadn't found out what the programme was for the evening's show. He shrugged while listening to Judith and decided that the evening was so gorgeous and the company so to his liking, that he didn't care if they were going to listen to a bunch of yodelers. It was all good, he thought smugly.
Finn and Rachel had their heads together and occasionally Rachel would send a little smirk over in Kurt and the Puckermans' direction but Kurt was determined to ignore her. He knew sooner or later she was going to grill him but for now, he would just concentrate on enjoying this beautiful evening with a really hot guy beside him… and his adorable little girl, too.
He listened happily to the orchestra warming up, a sound that could easily have been described by the average person as dissonant but to Kurt, a born music lover, it only engendered a feeling of anticipation with him. He settled back with his shoulder almost brushing Noah's they were sitting so closely and smiled to himself, waiting for the conductor to introduce the concert's programming.
Noah looked over at the gorgeous man beside him, trying to be surreptitious, but he didn't think anyone could really blame him for staring. Kurt had always been an attractive boy but he'd grown into a stunning man with a taut, tight body and beautiful if slightly unusual facial features. In fact, if someone were to ask Noah what his favourite thing was about Kurt, he'd be silent for several long minutes. Picking just one thing would take him many years because he loved everything about Kurt, especially now that he seemed to have left the haughty, queen bitch snootiness behind with his high school days.
He watched faint colour come up in the smooth cheek he'd been staring at and realised that Kurt was well aware of his scrutiny. He shot him an apologetic look when their eyes met but Kurt simply smiled, lowering his lashes and then looking back up at Noah in a way that indicated he was in no way offended. Noah chuckled, bumped his shoulder gently and then tuned into what was going on in front of them.
Kurt, too, turned back to the bandstand just in time to watch a surprisingly well-known international conductor move to the podium. He gasped when the man announced in beautiful but faintly accented English that they were going to be treated to an evening of famous themes from the movies. The applause was loud, extremely appreciative with a few whistles sounding out here and there. Kurt cheered too as he was a serious fan of movies, especially ones he considered classics.
Noah laughed aloud at how animated Kurt and Rachel became after the announcement and glanced at Finn who had a vaguely long-suffering look on his face. Noah shook his head at him but turned back to watch the conductor gathering the attention of the musicians and finally raising his baton to dive right into one of the most well-known of movie themes from the last fifty years. Scenes from the movie whose music was being played were projected on a gigantic screen behind and above the orchestra and the audience's appreciation was immense.
"Oh, my god, I loved watching these with my dad when I was little," Kurt leaned over to whisper to Noah who nodded. He personally hadn't been a fan of the James Bond series of movies but he had to admit the themes had been pretty famous. A number of them had become classics, of course, but he had been more into the Star Wars/Star Trek movies when he was growing up, not to mention the Harry Potter series. He knew that before the night was over he'd be treated to renditions of some of those movies' themes and he settled back to enjoy the evening.
"Yeah, Jurassic Park!" Finn's sudden yell startled the folks nearest him and he flushed unseen in the gathering twilight as Rachel shushed him fiercely. He had been fidgeting through most of the evening's programme but even he could recognise the theme from the best dinosaur movie ever made. He could hear Kurt's distinctive giggle and he shrugged, a little grin on his own face.
The evening was fantastic, they all agreed and Kurt felt this huge feeling of satiation as the last triumphant strains of the Star Wars closing theme echoed around them. He wasn't all that big on nostalgia, despite the fact that he could be pretty romantic but this evening had turned out really well, what with getting to spend it with Noah.
The man in question was carrying a sleepy Judith in his arms, her head lolling on his shoulder as they made their way to the car park and their vehicles. Kurt walked beside them, the blanket once again folded rather bulkily in his own arms and he became aware that he hadn't stopped smiling in a while. The smile faded though when he recognised the feeling of warmth and domesticity he was getting from watching Noah carry his daughter to the car.
He sobered up then but plastered a pleasant expression back on his face in case Noah glanced at him. He was in serious danger of falling for his high school bully and while it probably wasn't fair to keep reminding himself of that, it was the truth. He'd done it before when he'd had a crush on Finn and then he'd forgiven David and jumped into a relationship with him. Now he wondered if he was falling into a pattern: am I into ex-bullies – or ex-jocks? The thought occupied his uncomfortable mind for the rest of the night.
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Please review, guys and let me know if Kurt is justified in being concerned with the pattern his love life had taken. I must admit that until I'd started writing this story, I hadn't realised that all the guys except for Blaine had been a part of that bullying period in his life.
