"So, what are you up to?" Dave asked through the phone as he shuffled through various homework papers, not particularly paying attention to what any of them said.
"Sorting through my wardrobe. I thought now would be a good time to start getting rid of last season's clothes to make way for some new ones. I'm going shopping with Mercedes on the weekend to renew my wardrobe."
"How many clothes can one guy own? I swear you must have a billion pairs of skinny jeans!"
"10 actually, but thank you for paying attention," Kurt said with a chuckle.
"Have you ever heard of re-wearing clothes? Not that I object to your skinny jeans. They seriously look good on you!"
"Well, I dress to impress. And I once wore an outfit twice in one week. That was a sad time for me. I should take you shopping sometime. I swear one day I'll get you out of those baggy clothes!"
"They're comfy! Anyway, they hide the chub," Dave told him. A sad sort of smile slipped over his lips as he said it.
"Chub? What ever gives you the idea that you have chub?"
"You, actually," he confessed.
"You didn't really believe all that stuff I said in the locker room, did you?" Kurt asked, worriedly. He took Dave's silence as a response. "You know I didn't mean any of that, right? I was trying to hurt you. Plus, I can confirm that whatever those clothes are hiding, it's far from chub. Remember, I've had a feel."
Dave swallowed, a wave of self consciousness washing over him. "Oh god. How could I ever forget that?"
"Trust me Dave. We need to get you out of all that baggy stuff and get you some nice fitted shirts. Let me make you look more fabulous than you already do!"
"Kurt, not to be a spoil sport, but I don't think I really suit that style. I don't suit any style. I'd look like an idiot in all that designer stuff you wear. I'd look stupid in anything. You may as well give up now."
"Trust me, I'd find something."
"I'm sure you would, Mr Fashion Guru," he chuckled uncertainly.
"What are you doing then?" Kurt asked.
"Erm, I was meant to be doing homework but I might have got a little distracted. I don't really mind though. It's a good distraction."
"Oh yeah? What sort of distraction would that be?" Kurt joked.
"Just this guy I really like. He decided to call me and make my day amazing," Dave played along.
"That's strange. See I called this guy that I really like, and now I can't concentrate properly. I may have thrown my old unitard into the keep pile."
"Unitard? What the hell is a unitard?"
"It's sort of like a leotard? But for both genders."
"Do not give me images, Hummel! I've already seen you in a variety of outfits, ranging from football uniforms to GaGa costumes and I don't want this to be added to that list of images!" Dave joked, although the thought of Kurt in this imaginary unitard really wasn't something Dave should be thinking about.
"I actually think the football uniform's pretty sexy, but just not on me. I'm not buff enough for that," Kurt informed him with a slight giggle.
"Pfft, you can make anything look sexy! Especially the football uniform!"
"Don't lie to me! I know I have the sex appeal of a baby penguin!"
"Since when were baby penguins the sexiest creatures alive?"
"Smooth, David. You sure you've never flirted before?"
"Nope. I've only ever had girls speak to me like that. Apparently girls don't like you telling them that you're not into them..."
Kurt let out a bubble of laughter. "No, that's probably not the best idea. I take it back, you're about as smooth as a cactus," he joked, leaving Dave to chuckle along.
"I could have told you that." Dave paused. "So, you still in for Friday?"
"Of course! Why would I not be? I have my outfit all picked out and everything. Why? You're not getting cold feet, are you?" Kurt babbled.
"My feet are warm and toasty. I just wanted to make sure this is what you want. I don't want to pressure you into going out with me!"
"You're not pressuring me. I honestly can't wait."
"Good to hear. I don't mean to be a spoil sport, but I'd really better get this homework done and I can't concentrate due to this sexy penguin who called me," Dave said.
"Fine. I'll leave you to your boring school work. See you soon?"
"As soon as possible. Bye."
"Bye."
Dave hung up, leaning back in his chair and sighing. He couldn't believe this was all happening. Dave had previously asked Kurt if he'd like to go to the pictures with him, perhaps get a meal after. It was their first date. Kurt had eagerly excepted, and Dave had appreciated his reaction. He still couldn't believe that he'd kissed Kurt, and although they hadn't made it an official title, Dave hoped that this meant they were 'dating'.
He looked down at his work, knowing that with thoughts of their first date he wouldn't be able to concentrate. In fact he was washed with regrets about the location David had chosen for their date. Sitting for hours in the dark, with the boy he adored next to him. If the temptation to even reach out and touch Kurt was that strong during the light of day when he was far from Kurt, it was going to be extremely difficult in a dark cinema directly next to him.
He groaned to himself. At least if he made a wrong move he could apologise afterwards when they went for dinner. But where the hell would they actually go? Dave wasn't exactly experienced in dating, except for once when he'd attempted dating girls. It wasn't actually that difficult to get girls when you were on the football team and even though Dave had insecurities, apparently the letterman jacket covered for them.
So Dave had took out this Cheerio called Hannah. She didn't seem too bothered that she barely knew David, or that they'd just gone to Breadstix like both of them had done many times with friends. This was when he was going through the denial stage, denying who he was to himself, but that date only made his denial seem pointless. There was no point denying it when he knew it was true. He knew he was gay. 100%. He must be, Hannah was really hot (he'd become very good at spotting hot girls being friends with Azimio for so long) and she'd been very indiscreetly flirting with him, shuffling around the booth to lean in close to him and even squeezed his thigh at one point.
After that, he hadn't even bothered trying to date girls. He'd just laid low and commented on girls he had no intention of dating, playing along with his team mates' banter. Dating guys was out of the question for many reasons. The main ones being that he didn't want his friends finding out and because he was still trying to come to terms with the idea himself. But the main reason was knowing that he could never feel the same about any guy like he did with that lean, gorgeous boy he often slammed into lockers.
After all that, he decided to count this as his first date, beings as this was the first date with someone who actually counted; someone he actually liked. He'd also counted Kurt as his first kiss, ignoring the meaningless ones he'd received at parties from drunken girls and that time Brittany had practically snogged his face off just to keep her record straight. He knew he wasn't Kurt's first kiss or date. Blaine had been Kurt's first everything, and this made Dave almost regret not getting in first. He knew that Kurt liked him, but could he have made him feel that way if he'd not bullied him, not kissed him and just come out there and then, telling him his feelings. However, he liked the way things were now and he didn't want things to change now.
Dave glared at his wardrobe. He knew Kurt would, as he put it, 'dress to impress', but Dave wasn't exactly good with things like this. He wanted to impress Kurt, but how could he? Except perhaps looking through those weird fashion magazines that Kurt read. That wasn't an option though. What would Azimio or his dad say if they found a copy of a fashion magazine mixed in with his football programmes.
He left his homework abandoned on his desk and strolled over to his open wardrobe. For a guy, he owned a fair amount of clothes. Granted, non were fashionable, most being from birthday and Christmas presents, the rest involving polo shirts that were bought in a packet from supermarkets. His shoes were mainly trainers that were scuffed and worn from years of gym and running. He owned some boots that he had worn when his dad had decided to renew their masculinity and go camping. If you asked Dave, there was nothing more gay than camping, but he still enjoyed it. He'd managed to actually spend time with his father, rather than just awkward conversation over dinner when his dad actually made it home. Of course, these boots were also muddy. He owned a pair of 'fancy shoes' which he had bought for his great uncle's funeral. These were bought with his best suit; a blue shirt, black trousers and a black waistcoat. These were regrettably his only nice clothes and they weren't exactly casual enough for the cinema.
He considered his jeans for a while, looking through the few denim items stuffed up one side of his wardrobe, but after Kurt's comment of baggy jeans, he decided that he would indeed need to get some new ones.
He had money for this sort of thing. Not just from his dad, but as presents from various family members he barely communicated enough with to know what he'd want for presents. As he didn't spend it on clothes and his dad bought things like games and DVDs for presents anyway, he had a good healthy stash of money wedged into a small tin in his bed side cabinet. Enough to pay for a new outfit, a date to the cinema and a dinner for two with some to spare.
Dave took a quick shower before he retired to bed, planning a shopping trip like the stereotypical gay that he wasn't. He'd go tomorrow after football, when it was less likely to run into anyone from football as the only places they normally went after football involved food.
So it was settled. Dave, who knew nothing about fashion and up until recently thought that Alexander McQueen was a rock band member, was going to try and impress Kurt with his clothes. Well, at least Kurt liked him anyway, right?