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Fashion blackout. There was no other word for it. For the first time in his still young life, Kurt Hummel, the best dressed guy in Lima and vicinity (heck, probably among the best dressed in the entire Midwest judging by the way people walked around here), was having difficulty choosing an outfit. He stared at the ticking clock on his wall. He only had ten minutes left… desperately he looked at the outfits still hanging in his wardrobe and then back at the various fashionable combinations that already cluttered his bed. He wasn't even sure why he put himself under so much pressure. Back when he'd still nursed his crush on Blaine with whom he'd had various (almost) dates he'd never been this nervous! Okay, maybe that was also due to the fact that most of the time he'd gotten to spend with Blaine he had to wear that constricting Dalton uniform (even if the colour scheme wasn't that bad, the fabric was a total no-go!).
Finally deciding that he really didn't have any reason to fret, he snatched his favourite pair of black skinny jeans and a grey Alexander McQueen sweater. Nothing original, but it would have to do… Five minutes later he bounded down the stairs. Burt was watching TV, while Carole was doing the dishes in the kitchen. Finn was out with either Rachel or Quinn (honestly, Kurt would never be able to keep up with that triangle).
"Dad, I'm off!" He called, which caused Burt Hummel to immediately turn off the TV, get up and purposefully march towards Kurt.
"Okay, Kurt. But don't think for one second to abuse your newfound freedom. I have no problem prolonging your grounding."
"I know, dad." Kurt replied. "I told you I was sorry and that it won't happen again!" He felt his dad's scrutinising gaze sweep over him. Kurt already thought he'd be subjected to a full-blown interrogation, when Burt Hummel nodded.
"All right. But I want you home no later than midnight!"Burt said admonishingly.
"Yes, dad. I know." Kurt surrendered, while putting on his scarf.
"Well, then…" Burt paused as if he wanted to add something else, but then simply nodded. "Have fun with Blaine!" Kurt quickly looked away and nodded, appearing oddly preoccupied. His dad had always been good at noticing when he lied and he did feel rather bad about it. If only he could let his dad know…
The car was waiting for him just around the next street corner. He smiled and walked up to it, when somebody got out on the driver's side.
"Dave…" He murmured, quickening his steps and meeting the jock halfway in an almost tender kiss. Kurt Hummel and David Karofsky. Sure they weren't a real couple yet: having basically skipped bases one through three and gone straight for the home run, they were at the moment more like friends with benefits. But if anybody had told Kurt some weeks ago, that on this day David Karofsky, his former bully, would be taking him out for dinner, he would've laughed in their face. But then, three days ago after a heated make-out session in the parking lot of the Lima Bean Dave had actually asked for permission to take him out for dinner. Kurt had immediately agreed of course: he was a teenager after all and finally wanted to experience a real date. Sure, it was a bit odd that he got to experience said first date with his ex-bully, when he'd pined after prim and proper Blaine Anderson for more than half a year. But who was he to complain? Maybe it was simply time to take a chance. Speaking of Blaine… Kurt had seen decidedly little of him, since the Warbler's lead soloist had found out about Kurt and Dave's affair. He'd briefly wondered what was up with that. It wasn't as if Blaine had the right to be jealous (or whatever other emotion he might feel) about the situation. Kurt had confessed his love (now he wasn't even sure if it had indeed been that) for Blaine on Valentine's Day, but Blaine had never acted on it.
And then like a whirlwind Dave Karofsky had come back into his life, crashed into him and swept him off his feet (yes, literally and definitely more than once). Kurt wasn't sure in what direction what he and Dave had was going (he still thought now and then that both of them must heading headfirst for an epic failure; however Dave usually managed to kiss those worries away). And Kurt knew that at this point he couldn't yet really handle more than the pure physical connection he shared with the jock, but maybe this was growing into something else soon…
"Look, Kurt. I err… brought you flowers." Dave said, rather stiffly holding out a small bouquet of white lilies. Kurt smiled. Dave really looked he had no idea what he was doing. "I hope you like them… uhm, I thought… my mom once said you usually bring flowers for your date, but…well, I'm not sure what the protocol here is." Dave continued and scratched himself behind his ear nervously.
"Don't worry, Dave." Kurt replied gently, taking hold of the flowers. Instantly Dave relaxed. "They're lovely. So… where are you taking me? Breadstix is out of the question I guess." Kurt asked curiously, because he knew if he'd show up together with Dave at McKinley's number one date spot all hell would break loose, also Dave hadn't even set a foot out of the closet yet.
"Well, there's this diner in Findlay that's really great." Dave said as he, ever the gentleman, opened the door for Kurt to get inside the car. "We usually stop there when visiting relatives in Toledo. They've got awesome burgers…but also a lot of that green stuff you and I think Berry are so crazy about. Is that okay? I mean we don't have an option in Lima and I couldn't think of anything else…" Dave started to babble again, his nerves getting the better of him. For a tiny moment Kurt felt a pang of regret, that the two of them couldn't just go anywhere they wanted to. On the other hand he'd known what he was getting himself into with Dave from the beginning (or at least he thought so). He quickly put on a smile and chuckled.
"Dave, chill. It's a great idea….and very thoughtful that you considered my love for anything healthy." Dave smiled and relaxed some more, though he still felt on the edge on the inside: this was his second chance with Kurt Hummel and he still couldn't believe that he was actually getting it, so he sure as hell didn't want to fuck it up.
It turned out to be a lovely evening after all. At first Kurt had been afraid that maybe he and Dave would run out of things to talk about (because honestly how many similarities did an out and proud fashion icon and a closeted, gay (ex-)bully have?), but then he was pleasantly surprised when nothing could've further from the truth. Once you got David Karofsky out of the setting where he was constantly worrying about the fact that someone might notice the closet he was hiding in, that he could actually be carefree and entertaining. And who would've thought that beneath all of the rough jock antics was actually a boy who adored fantasy and children's books ("Though I usually hide them in Lilly's room..." Dave added quickly in a hushed tone). And that's why the two of them spent the whole evening hashing and rehashing Harry Potter.
"Please, Dave! Harry and Ginny were simply meant to be!" Kurt gushed. Dave snorted and shook his head.
"So not. That was just too much of a cliché!" He replied earnestly. Had Dave Karofsky just used the word cliché? What else was there, that he didn't know about this boy...?
"Tut-tut. You're so very wrong...in fact... oh, hey look, here comes the desert!" Kurt suddenly exclaimed as their waitress brought two plates of cheesecake to their table. Dave laughed at Kurt's obvious excitement. Dave choked on his laughter a second later though, as he watched Kurt dig into the cake with his spoon and taking a hefty bite. Suddenly Kurt's face – eyes blissfully closed, lips quivering – was anything but endearing.
"Oh... 'an... thiff... is fooo...good!" Kurt all but moaned and Dave abruptly felt awfully constricted in his jeans. "Feriously, Dave..." Kurt continued, munching on the cake with relish. "You should..." He trailed off when he noticed Dave staring at him with wide eyes. "What?" He asked unsuspectingly.
"Jesus, Kurt..." Dave exhaled deeply and forced all the highly inappropriate but yet oh so delicious thoughts of Kurt to the back of his mind. "I'll never look at eating cake the same way again. Who knew it could be that hot..." He explained and chuckled.
"Oh!" Kurt blushed, but the slowly the blush gave way to a smirk. It was now Dave's turn to wonder. It never boded well if Kurt got that look...
"What is it?"
"Oh, nothing..." Kurt shrugged nonchalantly. "I just like knowing that I have this effect on you. Even if it's only because I'm eating something..." Kurt purred and gave Dave a look that made the jock finish his own piece of cake and then pay the bill (yes, they were both guys and no, this did not mean that Dave saw himself as the man in their relationship, but Dave insisted on paying as he'd been the one that had invited Kurt) as quickly as possible so he could get Kurt alone...
"So, there we are..." Dave stopped the engine as his car came to a halt a couple of houses down from the Hummel-Hudson home.
"Thanks, I better get going. It's already eleven-thirty." Kurt replied, checking his watch. A couple of weeks ago, when this whole thing had been set into motion (meaning Kurt had practically thrown himself at Dave and Dave had in turn proven him that there were things more erotic than a touch of the finger tips), Kurt had told his dad that he would be going to the movies with Blaine. Instead, he'd spent the night at Dave's and only returned home early next morning. He still remembered the roasting his dad had given him and – as his punishment – had grounded him for a whole month. Today had actually been his first night as a free man... Of course Kurt's grounding had also meant that Dave and Kurt saw decidedly little of each other. The only times they saw each other were when met up in the parking lot of the Lima Bean or in the park on the outskirts of Lima, but stealing kisses from each other whenever they could. And while Kurt had been a blushing virgin some months ago and David Karofsky had been the first guy he'd ever been with, Dave had awakened a longing within him; he didn't know he could ever feel. And that longing had definitely gotten the short end of the stick recently... so with further ado Kurt grabbed the front of Dave's shirt and pulled the jock towards him. He kissed him hungrily, passionately with all the fire within him. His hands slid down the football player's back, memorizing the broad shoulders and the slope of his spine. Whatever he could get, whatever he could have right now, he would take it...
"Dave..." He murmured, as he breathed once again, the need for air becoming too great. Their foreheads were touching and their eyes never leaving each other's face. Stormy blue and vivid green...
"You should go..." Dave forced a reply. His voice all but a strangled moan. "'Cause if you stay here... I don't know...how much longer I can resist." He admitted shyly. Kurt nodded. Dave had a point...
"Ok..." He said, giving Dave one last, lingering peck on the lips before getting out of the car. "When will I see you again?" He asked, turning around.
"Soon. Very soon." Dave answered resolutely. Because good god! There was nothing able to keep him away from Kurt Hummel for longer than necessary. Kurt nodded and started walking down the street to his house. After a few steps however, he turned around again.
"Thank you, Dave. I had a nice time tonight." He said quietly, the soft smile playing on his lips conveying more than words ever could. Dave, who was checking the rear view mirror to make sure Kurt got home safely, felt a warm feeling spread out in his chest. Such a tender smile from Kurt Hummel... it was safe to say, he figured, that David Karofsky was one lucky guy!