I'm not too sure about this chapter, I think I get a bit rambly? Anyway tell me what you think!
Dave
It had been a week since I'd come out to Kurt and although I was feeling better knowing I had support from him and that I was no longer hurting him, I missed the contact with him. Since I'd stopped shoving him into lockers, I missed touching him. Not in a pervy way, just the feel of his silky, porcelain skin and the soft fabrics that he wore. It took all I had to not run over and lift him up in my arms and touch his smooth skin. Normally I would substitute that with the bullying.
Kurt and I hadn't spoke face to face since and even though we'd texted, it would have been nice to sit down and have a chat with him. We both knew that was too risky though.
It was Wednesday afternoon and I was just shutting the front door when I heard my mum call from the living room.
'Dave, there's a friend of yours come round, I sent him up to your room to wait for you,' she called.
'Must be Azimio. I'd better get upstairs before he starts going through my stuff,' I thought. I bounded up the stairs and shoved my door open.
And my God, was I shocked.
There, lounging on my bed, reading through a text book was Kurt. Kurt Hummel. What the fuck was Kurt Hummel doing lying on my bed? Granted, there weren't times when I'd imagined this moment and I had to think about whether this was real or not.
'Erm.. hi?' I mummbled. His attention was suddenly on me and he shot me a lopsided smile from above his book.
'Hey Dave, you said you wanted some French tutoring and I thought beings as your test is on Friday we should get started,' he explained.
Well I didn't think he'd actually come round and tutor me.
'How did you find out where I live?' I asked. Thoughts of Kurt stalking me suddenly became present and I couldn't help but smirk at the bizzare idea.
'I sort of asked Finn. Told him something about Sam wanting to give you some notes for a project,' he said. His cheeks were suddenly tinged pink.
'Wow, you're sneakier than I thought you'd be Hummel. You're really gonna tutor me?' I couldn't help but question whether or not his offer was genuine or whether he was here for some other reason.
'Yeah, I've bought some of my notes, but thought I'd just go through the basics.' He paused for a moment and then sat up, swinging his legs round so they dangled off the edge of my bed. 'Bonjour, je m'appele Kurt. Comment t'appelles-tu?' he began.
Kurt
We'd been going over some basic french phrases and words for an hour and I'd even gone around his room pointing out objects. When he got it wrong, I would correct him and he would repeat me. I was surprised how quickly he picked up on the words and was able to repeat them a while after.
I decided to stop for a break and moved to sit in his desk chair, so I was sitting opposite where he was sat on his bed.
'So how's your week been?' I asked him. He looked at me curiously.
'Erm, pretty normal. At first I was a bit paranoid about the whole situation, but I guess you've been keeping my secret well, huh?'
'I told you I would,' I said, adding a wink to the end of my sentence. 'Can I ask you something that I've been curious about?' I lowered my voice at this point, in case any of his family were sneaking about. He nodded and I continued.
'When?' I asked. I could tell he knew what I meant. His eyebrows lifted as he thought of a sensible answer.
'I guess a couple of years back. At first I just though I was a "late bloomer".' He added air quotations around that. 'Someone sort of caught my eye then and I realised I wasn't going to catch up with the other guys.' He raised his head a bit and looked at me. 'What about you?' he asked curiously.
'There's never really been a moment when I haven't know,' I told him. He nodded, understanding. I noticed that we were talking in a sort of code. We'd never once mentioned anything about being gay or even what Dave was a late bloomer on, but we both understood each other completely.
I looked at the clock that was dangling on the wall. It was half 5 already and I needed to be home before 6.
'Oh! Sorry Dave, I have to go. My dad and Carole will be expecting me home soon,' I explained.
'That's fine. Thanks for the tutoring, Kurt. I really appreciate it,' he proclaimed. 'I'll see you out.'
He lead me down the stairs and opened the front door, holding it open for me. 'Thanks Dave. I'll see you at school,' I said and I left, throwing a wave over as I got into my car.
Dave
I watched as he drove off, waiting until he'd turned out of sight before closing the front door. I let out a deep breath and headed to the living room, needing to catch up on some sports news. I dropped onto the sofa, grabbing the TV remote. I was flicking through the sports channels when my mum entered.
'Hey Dave, your friend gone?' she asked and I simply nodded in response. The concept of Kurt being reffered to as my friend seemed ludicrous.
'Did he want anything in particular?' my mum continued, as if urging me to speak.
'Yeah, he came to help me with my French work. I have my test next Friday and I may have mentioned that I wasn't doing too great so he offered some help,' I clarified. I couldn't help feel paranoid about her sudden interest in Kurt.
'Alright honey, dinner will be ready in 10 minutes. Fancy laying the table?'
I agreed to it, but as the cutlery clattered against the table I couldn't help but smile about Kurt coming to tutor me. He was patient and didn't get pissed off when I messed up. And then when we had a chat at the end he hadn't made me uncomfortable and I knew that if I didn't want to say anything I wouldn't of had to.
I put on my usual Karofsky face when my dad arrived home from work a few minutes later. We all sat down to dinner, my dad asking me about sports and my mum asking about grades, but all I could really think about was that moment when I'd gone upstairs to find Kurt laying on my bed.
Kurt
I closed the door gently behind me and rushed to the kitchen to find my dad, Carole and Finn, preparing for dinner.
'Hey Kurt!' my dad exlaimed as I walked in. 'Where have you been?'
'Oh with Mercedes. She needed my help on choosing an outfit for her dads birthday,' I stated. No way was I going to tell my dad that I was at Karofsky's house. Especially not in front of Finn. They all knew who Karofsky was at this point. Finn had filled in his mother, who had filled in my dad, about the bullying situation. Sometimes I hated Finn being in close contact with my dad; it meant nothing from school was hidden. Not that Finn would purposely tell my secrets if I didn't want him to, but if it concerned stuff such as bullying then he wouldn't hesitate to tell.
'Well, Carole's made some pasta sauce and it looks and smell delicous, so let's get this on the table!' my dad declared, a little too enthusiastically.
I went and took my usual seat at the dinner table and leaned on my arms. I contemplated over the afternoon spent with my former bully. It was strange having control over him rather than the other way around. The way he watched me as I strolled around his room, pointing at objects that could be used in everyday conversations, correcting him if he got it wrong. I couldn't help but giggle when he decided that adding 'une' to everything apparantly made it French.
When I'd spoken to him about his sexuality, I noticed how his body language changed. He sat more hunched, and although he didn't seem uncomfortable, he analysed what he was about to say, as if he was worrying he'd say the wrong thing.
It sounded strange, but in that time with Dave I hadn't felt the terror that I'd felt when he'd approached me in the past. Today I had seen the more vunerable, weaker side of Dave. Not the big bully act he was putting on. And I was glad. I was happy I could a different side of him and not think of him as this scary guy who was going to beat me up everytime I saw him. I couldn't help but feel that my 'support system' was bringing out a side to Dave that I'd really like to know.
One thing that had stood out to me and made me more curious was something Dave had said. Something about someone catching his eye? And now I couldn't stop myself from wondering who it was.