Dave took Kurt's hands and helped him to get up, hugging him when he almost fell.
"Wow. Somebody's heart is beating faster", he said, and Kurt blushed gently. Dave reached out and kissed his rosy cheeks.
When he was back at his original position, one of the football guys passed by, and Kurt started to fight against Karofsky's touch.
"Let me go, cheap whore!", Kurt screamed, and blinked at Karofsky so he could understand what was going on.
"Sorry, lady, but you messed with the wrong guy!", he said, then looked at the football guy. "What up, Brandon?"
"Cool, man. Just take it easy, 'kay?", he said, and Karofsky nodded, waiting until he was out of sight to put Kurt back on the ground.
"Did I hurt you?"
Kurt shook his head.
"Let's just... find some other place", he suggested, and Dave carefully touched his hand.
"Maybe the bathroom?", he said, and Kurt nodded and held Dave's hand strongly.
Once they were inside, Kurt shut the door and started kissing Karofsky again, until he felt his hips being pulled up and his jeans were touching the sink. He was wearing jeans and his Dalton jacket, while Dave was wearing his football jacket and jeans too. Kurt's head hit the wall, and he made a face that made Dave stop and laugh.
"Sorry. I'm clumsy", he admitted. Kurt smiled. "Thanks for covering me up. With Brandon"
"You're welcome", the soprano said, smiling. "Just know it won't happen forever. If you wanna be with me, you'll have to deal with the consequences"
"Dude, you're creeping me out", Karofsky said, biting Kurt's earlobe. "Let's talk about this later, ok?", he asked, now kissing the boy's neck.