Chapter 35: Finals

The blinking cursor went unnoticed as Kurt's eyes kept straying to the date at the bottom of his screen. April 5th, less than a month till Nigel moved to Boston. He started his new job on May 1st, but he was actually leaving Lima on April 29th. That only left three weeks and two days exactly. Nigel's departure was approaching with the menacing, inevitable pace of a Borg attack. The fact, that he could do nothing to stop it, just made it worse.

Kurt closed the Word document, and curled up on the couch in his room. He wouldn't even see much of Nigel for the next two weeks, because he was studying for finals. Dior! This was really happening, and Kurt hated it.

His phone chirped and Kurt dragged himself off the couch to grab it from his desk. Dave's number flashed across the screen, and Kurt smiled. "Hey, Dave, how's it going?"

"Better."

Kurt sank back onto the couch, and stretched his legs out. "Tell me. I could use some good news."

"Why? What's going on with you?"

"Uh-uh, you tell me what's happening with you first, and then I'll tell you my sob story."

Dave laughed. "Deal. Okay, well, it's slightly better at school. I'm still not Mr. Popular but most of the guys on my team have started talking to me again. Just grunts and the occasional hey, but they're not looking right through me anymore."

"Ah, progress. So, we can expect to see your team mates at Pride this year?"

Dave's boom of a laugh was music to Kurt's ear. "Fuck, no!"

Kurt's laughter joined Dave's. "What about your parents?"

"The PFLAG meetings have helped. They've recommended some gay friendly ministers and my father's convinced my mother to go 'church' shopping."

"Dave, that's huge!"

"I know. Hopefully, she'll stop worrying about my soul." Dave hesitated. "There's something else…"

Kurt was suddenly holding the phone tighter. "Yes?"

"I want you to meet someone."

"Who?"

"Umm, someone I met at Scandals…"

"David Karofsky!" Kurt's shriek interrupted Dave. "You have a boyfriend! Who is he? What's he like?"

"Well, I don't think we're boyfriends, Kurt. We're just kind of talking, you know, and …"

"But you like him?"

"Yeah."

"Dave, I'm so happy for you! Of course, I'll meet him if you want me too."

"It's stupid, I know, but I want you to meet him. I want him to meet you." Dave laughed, trying to downplay how important this was to him. "I don't want him to think that I'm such a complete loser that I don't have any friends."

"Nigel and I will be more than happy to check this guy out, make sure he's good enough for you."

"He's good enough." Dave's voice got all soft. "More than good enough."

Kurt smiled into the phone, and listened as Dave raved about his new guy. They agreed to meet at Scandals.

"Kurt!" Finn yelled downstairs. "Pizza, dude."

After lunch, Kurt faced the blinking cursor again, and got nowhere. Dior! He had to stop missing Nigel before he was even gone. He dug out his phone.

From Kurt: still studying?

From Nigel: yeah

From Kurt: library?

From Nigel: no small café in the basement of the economics building.

Kurt closed his laptop and shoved it into his messenger bag. He grabbed his keys, and coat and took the stairs two at a time.

From Nigel: how's the bio paper coming?

Kurt slid behind the wheel, and fastened his seat belt.

From Kurt: don't ask

From Nigel: sorry

From Kurt: yeah later

From Nigel: :)

Kurt slid his phone into his jacket pocket, and started the car. Twenty minutes later, he was walking the OSU Lima campus looking for the economics building. The campus was small and there were signs everywhere, so finding the right building wasn't a problem. As soon as the elevator doors opened into the basement, he could smell the coffee. Following that trail led to…Nigel sitting at a table in the corner, surrounded by books, staring at his laptop.

The café was almost empty except for a couple making out behind the self-serve coffee dispensers. Either no one knew about this place, or everyone else had something better to do on a Sunday afternoon. Kurt was betting on the later. He walked carefully, grateful for the rubber soles on his Dr. Martens.

"I need this in a smaller size, please."

Nigel heard words, someone speaking, and he looked up. His face morphed from annoyed to surprised to happy in a heartbeat. "Kurt! What are you doing here?"

Kurt walked around the table, dropped his messenger bag beside Nigel's chair, and slid onto his boyfriend's lap. He ate into Nigel's mouth like he was starving. Nigel's head went back under the onslaught, and his arms wrapped around Kurt's back, dragging him even closer. When the kiss broke, Kurt's hands were twisted into Nigel's hair, and Nigel's hands were molding Kurt's ass.

"I needed my fix."

"Came for the coffee did you?"

Kurt licked Nigel's bottom lip. "Yeah, I came for the coffee." Kurt shifted on Nigel's lap, moving just so. "You have time for coffee, right?" Kurt's voice was angelic, which was tantalizingly erotic combined with the devilish gleam in his eye. "Where are the washrooms?"

Nigel groaned. "Jesus, Kurt this isn't Scandals."

Kurt fisted Nigel's T-shirt in one hand. "Give me ten minutes, and I'll let you study the rest of the afternoon in peace."

Nigel groaned and buried his head in the curve between Kurt's neck, and shoulder. "You're going to get me expelled."

Kurt stood and held his hand out for Nigel. He grinned down at his boyfriend. "Not if you're quiet."

Kurt held the stall door open for Nigel, and waved him through.

Nigel smirked. "Ever the gentleman." He stepped past Kurt.

Kurt swung at his lover's ass, and stung, Nigel spun around. "Hey!"

Kurt just grinned at him. He pushed his hands into the waist band of Nigel's sweats, and shoved them down. "I'm not a fan of sweat pants as a rule, but they are convenient."

Nigel didn't say anything because Kurt's hand was on his cock, and then Kurt was on his knees, and Nigel stopped thinking. His head tipped back against the stall wall, his eyes closed, his mouth opened slightly to issue soft moans, and profane prayers. His fingers lost themselves in Kurt's hair.

Tongue circling, lapping, sucking, one hand at the base of Nigel's cock, Kurt slid one finger of his other hand into his mouth, alongside Nigel's cock. He moved that hand between Nigel's legs, the back of his wrist brushing the OSU student's balls, as he inserted his finger into Nigel's anus.

"Yes! Please Kurt!"

Kurt ran his teeth gently over the head of Nigel's cock, and pulled away. Standing, he reached into his back pocket for the blister pack of lube, and nudged Nigel's hip. "Turn."

Nigel faced the wall, and Kurt made quick work of his jeans, down and out of the way. He lubed his fingers and pushed them, two then three, into Nigel. When Nigel dropped his head to his chest, and braced himself against the wall, he slicked the rest of the packet on himself, and entered Nigel.

Nigel thrust back against Kurt. His breathing got rapid and shallow, and then he started to pant. From past experience, Kurt knew his boyfriend was about to get very loud. He quickly slapped a hand over Nigel's mouth, and Nigel moaned and latched onto Kurt's skin, sucking on his palm and fingers, biting.

Kurt nipped into Nigel's neck, and whispered against his ear. "That is fucking hot, babe."

Kurt hammered into Nigel, fisting his lover's cock, and they both lost it, one after the other.

Exiting the washroom, Kurt slipped an arm around Nigel's waist. Nigel's eyes danced as he turned to smile at Kurt. "You make a great study partner."

The hand on Nigel's waist moved south, piano playing fingers are strong. Nigel jumped, his hand going to his ass, a reflex action to a very definite pinch. He curled into Kurt's side, and tucked his head into Kurt's shoulder.

They walked back to Nigel's table. Kurt opened his messenger bag, and set his laptop up on the table opposite Nigel's. Two hours later, half way through his biology paper, Kurt got coffee for the both of them. Nigel took his cup and smiled at Kurt. He stretched his shoulders, and moved his head in a circle, stiff from staring at his screen. "This is nice, being here with you."

Kurt sipped his coffee, and reached over to pat Nigel's hand. "You think this is nice? Wait till I get you home."