"You already said it", the soprano said, but Dave shook his head.
"I mean like... FUCK!", he said, smashing his hand against the locker.
"Hey, hey, take it easy", Kurt said, taking his big hand between both his tiny hands. "And stop saying 'fuck' all the time", he asked, feeling Karofsky's hand, warm and shaky, against his even warmer and more shaky. It felt good, and he was soon blushing. "I'm sorry"
"For blushing? You look good when you do it", the words left Dave's mouth before he could stop himself, and he felt a bit guilty, but not at all embarrassed.
"Thanks", Kurt said, smiling. "You were saying you like me...", he remarked.
"Y-yeah", Karofsky started. "I mean, like Finn likes Rachel"
"You mean you're in love with me?", Kurt teased, moving closer, feeling the scent of the other boy's skin. He was clearly using some fragrance, and it was pretty male, what made Kurt shiver.
"Hm... Yeah. That's good too", he said, and Kurt giggled.
"Don't be afraid of your feelings, Dave", he said, and Karofsky gulped.
"What did you just call me?"
"Dave", Kurt repeated, and that made the other boy smile.
"Sound good leaving your mouth", he said.
Kurt sighed in relief.
"What?", Dave asked, nervous. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No... I just don't feel safe around you", Kurt confessed, lowering his head. "But if it helps, I like you too"
Karofsky smiled.
"What do we do now?"