Kurt

A question had been nibbling at my tongue since the showers, but I didn't exactly want to ask in front of Dave's sister. In fact I was hesitant about asking it in the first place but I knew if I didn't then I would worry about it.

I'd left Dave's and was now sitting at home contemplating how I was going to phrase this question when I asked him. I absent mindedly grabbed my phone and dialled Lauren's number, which I still had to use to contact Dave.

"Hello?" answered Lauren.

"Hey, Lauren. Is Dave around?"

"Oh sure, Kurt. I'll go put him on."

I heard footsteps and then a mumble as Lauren informed Dave that I was on the phone. It didn't take long for Dave's voice to appear.

"Hey, Kurt!" he called cheerily.

"Hi. Erm. Is Lauren gone?" I asked nervously. What was I doing? I couldn't ask this now! Not after all that Dave was going through, surely. What kind of person was I?

"Yeah, she went back downstairs... Why?"

"I need to ask you something sort of... personal," I informed him.

"Oh... what's up, Kurt?"

"Do you find me sexually attractive?" The question slipped past my tongue before I had chance to stop it and although it was a huge relief to finally ask it, I realised now was definitely not the best time and that I sounded rather pathetic.

My thoughts were interrupted however by Dave, who seemed to have burst out laughing. "Do not laugh at me, David Karofsky! I'm serious!" I demanded.

"W-what? Really? You have to be kidding?" he said, his breath heavy from the unexpected laughter.

"I'm not kidding," I told him.

"What's made you ask that, Kurt?" he asked me and I bit my lip before confessing the reason for my sudden paranoia.

"Earlier, when we were in the shower, the way you looked away from me. It was like you couldn't stand to look at me. I just thought that maybe I didn't completely satisfy your tastes," I admitted. Another roar of laughter erupted from the phone. "What!"

"Kurt, you're so oblivious. I didn't look away from you because I don't think you're sexually attractive. The complete opposite reason actually. I didn't want you to have me arrested or something 'cause it's hard to hide things like that in swimming shorts," he told me.

"What, seriously?" I asked in disbelief.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Kurt, but you're really hot and what you were doing in the shower may have made my imagination wander a bit," he confessed.

"Oh," was all I managed to respond.

"You don't have to worry about me being attracted to you in any way shape of form," he continued. "You definitely don't dissatisfy my tastes."

"I'm going to sound really stupid here, but why have you never made a move?" I asked. I hoped I wouldn't have to explain to him what I meant and clearly he picked up on what I was saying.

"Well, firstly I didn't know if you were ready for that and I'm kind of hoping you won't dump my ass. I don't want to rush you into anything and I don't want you to feel like I'm pushing you. Also I'm not exactly … uh ..." he thought of a way to phrase it. "Experienced."

"Trust me neither am I," I admitted.

"Honestly, there have been times when I just wanted to carry you upstairs and rip your clothes off and oh my god I'm going too far. Please shut me up..."

"Thank you, Dave," I mumbled.

"What for?"

"For being honest with me. For respecting me. You're truly amazing."

"I could say the same about you," he said.

"Right, I'm going to go. I've got to be up early to meet Blaine. I'll call or text if I need you," I told him.

"Okay. Bye Kurt."

"Bye, Dave."

"Oh and Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Love you."

"Love you too."

I managed to sleep well that night, now that everything had been cleared up. I'd got up very early so that I could prepare myself for the day. I was meeting Blaine at 10 at the Lima Bean, which meant I got up at 8, giving me an hour and a half to get ready and half an hour to get there.

When I arrived, I found Blaine was already there. As it was the weekend, he was out of his Dalton uniform and in his normal clothes. His preppy jumper and neat bow tie brought a smile to my face as I went and joined him at the table he'd chosen.

"Hey, Blaine!" I said as I sat down.

He looked up, immediately returning my smile. "Kurt! It's so good to see you!"

"And you. It's been to long! I think we need a regular hook up, I miss your terrible Blaine advice," I jested.

"I miss your diva tantrums," he chortled.

"So how's life? I hear you and Aaron broke up."

"How did you know that?" His eyes grew wide as he watched me curiously.

"I saw Jeff yesterday at the swimming baths and he might have mentioned it," I explained.

"Oh. Well, yeah we did," he admitted.

"Why? I thought you guys were happy," I queried.

"Don't get my wrong, Aaron's a great guy. He's sweet and kind and funny, but I realised that I didn't feel the way I thought about him," he told me.

"That's alright then I guess. If you didn't feel that way about him then you can't pretend you did," I told him.

"That's not it. It's not just that I didn't have feelings for him. I realised I have feelings for someone else," he said.

"Oh, well that's perfectly fine I guess. You can't help who you have feelings for. The heart wants what the hearts wants right?" I babbled.

"Kurt. I need to tell you who it is."

I wasn't particularly sure why he so urgent to tell me, but instead of questioning I just asked "Who?"

"You."

Short chapter, I know, but Kurt just can't lead a drama free life! So bring on some Blaine drama!