Gift Exchange | "How The Cookie Crumbles" | T | pinch-hitted
Authors: Dragolina Recipient: Lexie Prompt: "roommies" Rating: T Warnings: mild sexual content, language, homophobic slurs
Title: How The Cookie Crumbles
Okay, he must have confused door’s numbers. Every possible surface in the small space was already take up by clothes, vinyl CD’s, magazines, shoes, and clothes. A whole lot of clothes. Dave grabbed the knob, ready to retreat. The room was obviously already occupied by two students. Or an army. "I am in love with absolutely everything!" A high voice chirped from the other side of the door. "You should see the room. It's small but workable and best of all, it's right next to the student theater." Dave froze by the entrance. Crap. First day in and he was going to be labelled as a creep who walks in on girls in their own rooms. “Sorry! Wrong door!” He blurted and cringed. “Completely my fault, Ma'am.” "Hold that thought, Rachel... I have a snag to deal with." Kurt snapped his phone closed and swung open the door to his room. "What did you just call me?" Dave’s eyes slid down the flat chest. “Ma'am?” He repeated numbly as the mistake sank in. Good impressions on first days were not meant for Dave Karofsky. The guy’s eyes flared and Dave had to suppressed an urge to take a step back. Kurt was supposed to have come to New York for a new view of the world. This was not Westchester where the only decent school was an all boys boarding school with a zero tolerance physical bullying policy and no control over the vicious rumor mill the students used. He was supposed to be free of this form of verbal humiliation. "My name is Kurt Hummel. I am male. And, yes, I am gay. Are we going to have a problem?" Dave flinched. He didn’t need a reminder about his own cowardice. He cleared his throat, fidgeting in place. He knew he should just apologize for the dumbass’ mistake and go. Years of conditioning proved it impossible. “I don’t know. Are we?” He crossed arms over his chest. It didn’t look as imposing with two bags hanging down from them. "Look here, Neanderthal." Kurt stabbed a single finger into Dave's bulky forearm. "I don't care about what your middle of nowhere bigoted dust bowl of a raising tells you. I will not be intimidated by the likes of you." This time Dave did take a step back, startled by the touch. “Geez, keep the claws to yourself.” He fixed the bags on his shoulder and shrugged. “Tell your roommate I’m sorry they got into this,” he threw a look up and down Kurt. “Imma go to reception,” he murmured looking at his key and turned back. "Good. Begone. No need for the scent of jock to infiltrate the fabric of my clothing. Let's hope when my roommate does show up he displays more frontal lobe function." Kurt volleyed toward the retreating jock. “Wait a sec.” Dave’s head swept back. “The place is up for the taking? There was no mistake...” He looked wide eyed at the guy. “This is not happening.” "Bite your tongue. There is no way in hell I'm letting you be my roommate. We need to talk to the attendant, now." Kurt stormed past the hulking body. He was going to hurt someone if he had to spend another moment in the odious presence. ~~~ "I will murder you in your sleep." Kurt pouted on his bed as he relayed the information. "We can petition to have our rooms changed at the end of the semester or in the event of severe physical danger. And that gets one of us on academic probation." Dave grumbled from his spot. “If anyone’s gonna end up on probation it’s you. I’m not getting suspended again.” He smiled finding a perfect way to get rid of the tiny irritant. “I’ll throw away all your bottles and watch you have mental break down. That should do it.” "Again? So you already have a mark against your record for your behavior. Your past works in my favor. No one is going to believe you were intimidated by a boy like me. I'm sure you're here on some sports related scholarship. Just wait until it got around to the team that you were scared by some twink." Kurt lifted an eyebrow at David. Dave snorted. “You’re tripping. A pip like you couldn’t scare me off with the help of all your geeky friends.” He propped himself on the table. “Seriously though, dude. I need space. The hell you need three shampoos for?” "You don't get this radiant slacking off on the full follicle rejuvination process." Kurt snatched the bottle that Dave had picked up as a prop. "I am unpacking, it's bound to make a little chaos. Don't worry your little head about it. Most of it will be cleared away from what I suppose can be considered the common space." Dave’s eyes narrowed at the wig landing on his own bed as the boy shrugged off the remains of bag number three million on one of the last free pieces of floor next to it. “And where do you draw the line of ‘common space’, Pretty Face?” "Stay on your side, which should be from the left corner of the door frame and straight across to the window." It was no coincident this put both of the small closets on Kurt's side. “You can’t be serious.” Dave’s offended gasp resounded over the room. “I am taking half the room, got it? Half the space on shelves, all that egalitarian shit.” "There is no way you brought enough in those bags to fill the space. I'm commandeering at least half of your shelves and closet in the spirit of communism." “Dictatorship at its gayest,” Dave murmured to himself. “Take one inch of space from my stuff and you’ll find yours plastered to the ceiling in cafeteria. Oh yeah. I’m in the fraternity now.” He smirked pure evil. "Oh you would be, wouldn't you? It's where high school jocks turn into greek dicks. at least that guarantees you'll be moving into one of the frat houses at the end of the semester and leaving the room all mine." Kurt huffed and began to gather up his precious possessions away from Dave's shelves. “I can’t fucking wait already.” **** Kurt opened his laptop on his desk. Thankfully the school had been wise enough not to combine their workspaces as well as closet structure. He opened up his e-mail. Dear Dad, I just finished the first week of classes. This place is amazing! The teachers all seem to expect the students to earn their grade rather than sit back and sleep their way to a C. The theater is bigger than the one in Westchester and they actually have an LGBT center. I met the most adorable Lesbian there, Brenda, she has a nose ring, tattoos and takes no-ones crap. I think I'm in love. Theres only one minor (but seismically rotund) problem. My room mate. My dear Father, The first week of College went without significant perturbation. I finished all the formalities in regard to setting in here and was granted tight end on the team after the first tryout. Dave stopped for a moment and scratched his forehead. He didn’t know what else to write to his own parent. How sad was that. He's about 6'1" and a completely hideous. He's a jock and, judging by the scent he tracked in after the first practice, a complete heathen. I'm not sure how long I can endure him. He refuses to give my clothing the proper respect their designer labels and delicate fabric deserve. I've tried to request a change but they say we have to wait until next semester. It's ghastly. Don't worry though. I can hold my own. I promise to keep my grades satisfactory and will keep you posted. If Mom calls, tell her ‘hi’ for me. Tell Finn not to get in trouble and give Carole a huge hug for me. Love, Kurt Regards, David He clicked ‘send’ and shut the laptop before he could stop himself and start over-thinking the list. He didn’t know what made him add the last line. He wasn’t stupid enough to think his mother would give a damn about faggot son just because he went off to college. *** College was hard. It shouldn’t come off as a surprise, he picked one of the best from his league. But this, the change in schedule and form of studying was abysmal in comparison to High School. He was going to disappoint his father. After all he went through for him, the divorce, social ostracism and debts... Dave was going to fuck up when Dad tried so hard to give him a good start in life. He turned on his side and pulled the comforter high above his head, hearing his roommate fumbling with the keys on the other side of the door. When they opened he closed his eyes discreetly turning up the volume on his iPhone. The last thing he needed was to be bothered by the flamboyant jerk. Or anyone else. Kurt had just finished classes and was full of life and joy. His voice burst into the room. He always came back with a song in his heart from his late night theater class. They were learning so much and his teacher encouraged personal growth and expansion. He didn't even notice Dave's curled form as he burst over the second chorus of Popular from Wicked. Dave laid still, pretending to have fallen asleep with earplugs in. He shut his eyes tightly when the guy hit a high note. Kurt started to undress. He wiggled his behind as he picked out his pajamas and laid them on his bed. With no roommate to disturb he wouldn't have to make an awkward dash to the bathroom. As he wiggled his sinfully tight pants down his bare bottom he paused the singing. It was no good to get a sour note when your diaphragm is compressed after all. Dave paused the player. Silence. Oh how he missed it since moving in here. Just being left alone in peace. He knew his rommie will start chirping soon and the thought became unbearable. He turned on the bed to say Ass. Dave blinked. The perfect curves swayed in the air to the melody existing only in Kurt’s head. The man grabbed his shirt and pulled it up revealing another layer of clothing and suddenly Dave wanted nothing more than to get rid of it too. Kurt was finally out off all his clothing. He stretched his arms high above his head and hummed happily. He missed this, the freedom of having a room to himself. No homophobic jock to worry about. No brother intruding on his space. He could enjoy being bare for a few minutes. It was a guilty pleasure of his. Kurt sighed and fingered the pajamas on the bed. The Neanderthal was probably out getting wasted with the frat boys. Who knew what idiotic pranks they would get up to. He just hoped that David would find himself the recipient of a drunk kiss by one of his frat brothers. That would fry his little brain. Dave made a great effort to stay completely still. He even tried not to breathe too much, which wasn’t hard since his breaths were already coming in tiny gulps. He didn’t understand why Kurt hid his body under so many pieces of clothing. From this angle, he looked amazing, with his long lean legs and defined yet thin back. From this angle Dave couldn’t see his face and the everlasting frown. He could pretend that Kurt was just one of the guys and didn’t wrinkle his ridiculous nose every time Dave interrupted his existence with his mediocrity. This Kurt was kinda hot, as long as he’d stay face down and pressed into the pillow as he’d make use of that luscious ass... Dave groaned when his body caught up with his mind. Kurt shrieked. He spun and backed himself into the bed. His knees weren't ready and he ended up landing right on his ass into the mattress. A scramble lated and he was defending his nudity with his comforter. "What the hell are you doing in here?!" His voice could make dogs cringe. Dave winced and tugged the earplugs off, rolling the comforter down toward his nether regions to hide what boxers and thin cover could possibly reveal. “I was taking a nap,” he grunted and retreated to the act he played in front of the man, despite red betraying the embarrassment on his cheeks. “What the hell, you’re back from Pride Parade or...?” "Class. I was at class!" Kurt snapped and he scrambled to find his pajamas. "I thought you were gone to whatever testosterone infused bar the fraternities decided on this week. Turn around!" “I wasn’t in the mood,” Dave admitted quietly. Talk about understatement. “Do you always flaunt your cock around when I’m gone? You do realize our window is basically a see through and the Dorm F can perv on you?” Kurt's eyes instantly went to the window. "No, I did not realize that! I don't want you or anyone else, especially the girl's dorm spying on me. At least the girls aren't likely to throw slurs at me or beat me up. Now, unless you're enjoying the view, I suggest you turn around!" “Whatever.” Dave dropped on his back, pissed off at the thought that someone could have taken a peek of Kurt. Kurt looked at the window again and slipped into his pajamas as fast as he could. He was burning with embarrassment. He'd just been naked in front of a man... thank god Dave was straight. "I'm done. It's safe to open your eyes. I hope your homophobic brain didn't short out." Dave shrugged and stuck the earbuds back in. The music wasn’t on but he didn’t want the guy to think he can insult him some more. Dave pulled the comforter back over himself and turned to the wall, slipping back into his funk. "The first boy who has ever seen me naked had to be you didn't it?" Kurt didn't expect Dave to answer, in fact he was banking on the fact that with the headphones back in Dave wouldn't be able to hear. "It could have at least been someone ambiguously straight. Or someone who didn't hate me. I don't have the luck for it to be someone actually gay, or interested in me." “I don’t hate you,” Dave said quietly. "Oh my God!" Kurt jolted at the voice. "You weren't supposed to hear that." Dave curled up on himself. “What does it matter.” Kurt avoided the comment and focused instead on the earlier words. "You don't hate me. Surprising. You act like you do." Dave shrugged again, hugging himself to the pillow. He just wanted to be left alone to wallow in self-pity. Was that really too much to ask? "Why are you even trying to get into that fraternity anyway? The whole system seems so juvenile. It's like High School all over again with the popular kid clique. Don't you want to get away from that?" He rubbed his forehead wondering what answer Kurt would understand. “They like me there. I feel accepted.” "You like being around a bunch of pompous dicks?" Dave snorted. “You like being around a bunch of gaudy twinks?” He asked with his back still turned to Kurt. "Touché." Kurt ceded the point. "Fine, you like being around guys just like you. But do they have to be so... look, just because they're not gay doesn't mean they should treat gays as lesser than." “Do they though?” Dave turned his head a bit with genuine curiosity. He wasted a lot of time and energy on not starting any lgbt- related topic with his teammates. Living without knowing their opinions on the like was giving him elusive sense of safety. "I have an economy class near the sports wing. Every day I get called something when I walk by. I ignore and keep going. I was in football back in highschool. I wasn't in long. I know what they call you when you do something wrong, or miss a pass. Tell me that calling a guy who fumbled ‘a fag’ isn't homophobic." Kurt curled his legs up to his body as he remembered the year he'd been on the team. “It’s just four more years,” Dave murmured to himself and turned back away from Kurt. But that’s what he was saying ‘bout High School. Just four years and he’ll get out, start anew. He swallowed the choked sniff and sank his face further into the pillow. He’ll never stop being a loser. Kurt glanced over at Dave's broad back. That couldn't be what he thought he heard... was David crying? He turned himself away from the man, able to make no sense of their conversation. "Right... just four more." *** The days progressed steadily as the two men settled into cohabiting. Kurt was no longer constantly irritated by Dave's breathing and Dave was no longer sneering at every beauty product Kurt brought in. It was a truce. Despite this, Kurt wouldn't say they had found peace. Not in the least. Peace seemed a far-off dream when there was shouting men and explosions rocking his room. Kurt could almost feel the shaking ground as the tanks rolled past. He inched his head from under his covers to peak at the time. "Oh my God. David! Shut that off!" “Shhhh! Just watch. It’s beautiful,” he said without tearing his eyes from the screen and the massacre unfolding on it. "It's 3am. And what will not be beautiful at all is me if I don't get at least 6 hours of sleep before my 10am class. Now shut it off before I eviscerate you." Kurt hissed at the man glowing in the light from the T.V. “But I’m the closest to topping my score I got in weeeks!” Dave whined. “Use earplugs or something.” "I am." Kurt motioned to his ears. The damned game was more invasive than the aides could deal with. "You have 10 seconds to turn save and shut it off or I pull the cord." Kurt had the advantage of supreme control over the surge protector as the plus was at the edge of his bed. “DON’T YOU DARE, NOT NOW, OOOH SHIT, YES, BABE, TAKE THIS.” Dave whooped over new points that popped on his screen. The screen then went black. Kurt held the pulled plug in his hand and raised a single eyebrow at David. He dropped it back into the pile of wires and snuggled back down into his sheets with a smirk. "Go to sleep." Dave gaped at the bitch, frozen with controller mid-air. “You did not.” Kurt simply turned his back on Dave and pulled the covers up under his chin. *** Kurt and Rachel swaned on into the dorm room in high spirits. They had class together every Thursday and a 2 hour break until the dormitory cafeteria served diner. Rachel immediately took over the Ipod dock to cue up the background music for she and her best friend. "Are you ready Kurt? I don't think you can beat me this time." "Anytime, anywhere, Darling." Kurt giggled as he listened for a cue to what she had decided on today. Dave’s teeth gritted together with an unpleasant sound, stuck over a boring-ass chapter. “Get out if you’re gonna sing.” "Don't be so grumpy. This is not simply karaoke. This is high art. It is an invigoration of the soul and mind to express the locked away desired and struggles of the human experience." Rachel placated in her usual self-absorbed manner. “What about my desires?” He ceded. “They’re not locked away. Pretty vivid actually and involve a lot of blood.” "Obviously you need to unlock yourself in song. Kurt and I will demonstrate..." Rachel's mouth was shut up by Kurt's hand. "Just one song, David?" Kurt knew that Rachel got on the nerves of everyone with a pulse. He used his best pleading eyes. Dave could swear Kurt’s lip quivered like he was some fucking cartoon character. He swallowed hard, suddenly aware that singing will be the least distracting thing for a moment. He grunted a yes and curled up on a bed with his lecture. If he watched Kurt sing it was only to let his mind rest from the studying. *** Dave tugged the shirt over his head and down the chest. Then grabbed the middle and sniffed. Nope, this one was indoors only. He pulled it off and threw on the pile on his chair, bending over his shelves to find something fresher. "What are you doing?" Kurt walked into the door to be greeted with Dave's bare back. He took the unguarded moment to let his eyes travel the wide shoulders and tensing muscles. Bad Kurt, no ogling the neanderthal. "You're half-naked." “Oh, you’ve been watching cop shows again. They really do sharpen observations skills, no?” Finally, he found something on the bottom of the commode. Dave held the shirt up with a critical eyes, settled on ‘will do’ and shrugged it on himself, popping the collar up to add a bit of a character. "What is that monstrosity? You've never worn that in my presence before or I would have burned it." Dave frowned and looked down at himself. “What’s wrong with that? It’s perfect for clubbing. Not restricting movements, not clinging to skin when you sweat...” "Also known as a paper sack for all the good it does you." Kurt sneered at the unflattering brown color. "You look like you put on a polo style mumu. Take it off. Burn it. Please." Dave glared to hide the taken offense. “You’re keeping the stereotypes alive, I see.” "I'm a fashionista. It's my business to assess other people's fashion choices. And that is bad fashion. If you had done laundry this year you could have worn something that actually flatters your frame. And I'm not talking those plaid button ups." Kurt moved over to the pile. "Come on, we're washing these and trashing that." ”I don’t mind if you do,” Dave grinned evilly. “I gotta go. You can iron it too in you free time.” Kurt dropped the pile right into Dave's arms. "We, plural, meaning more than one person including the speaker. And while we are at it." Kurt grabbed his own basket and threw it at the lummox. "We'll do mine too." Dave pouted, holding onto the clothes so they wouldn’t fall over. “Please, don’t tell me you have more than one basket.” Kurt simply grinned. *** "It came!" Kurt was buzzing around their joined room a Wednesday evening with a huge brown box. It was addressed to Kurt from his father. "Knife... knife, my kingdom for a knife!" Dave looked up over the book he was reading and let himself sport a small private smile. He wouldn’t admit it under torture, but Kurt was pretty cute when he got like this. "Come on! I want to open it." He huffed and began to riffle through Dave's desk without asking. "Scissors or something.... David, help me." Dave breathed out a suffering sigh not even bothering to get offended at the guy’s noisiness. It didn’t work the last 300 times. “Be a man and use your teeth.” "Ew. No. David, can't you produce a Swiss Army knife from thin-air or something? You're the one brimming with unchecked masculinity." Kurt wrinkled his nose at Dave. “I don’t need knifes to open a package, Fancy, I rip them apart with my bare hands.” Dave smirked deciding to mess around with his roommate some more. "Here you go, He-man. Rip away." The package was dropped into Dave's lounging gut with a satisfying oof from Dave. “Hmm...” Dave caught the texture pack and examined it for a second. There was a creak between the tape and the top of the package. Dave shoved his pinky in, tugged until the cleft widened and then grabbed the tape with his hand, tearing it off the package inch by inch. After a moment, the box could be opened. Dave pulled the top away and peeked inside using the opportunity that content of Kurt’s gift was hidden from him. “WOW,” he gasped. “This dildo looks fabulous.” "Oh my God!" Kurt made a grab for the package and ended up against Dave's arm. "There is no way! Give that here!" Dave shut the box with a loud guffaw and held it tightly against his chest. “Aww, Kurtie, did I miss your 18th birthday? There’s no need to be ashamed.” He sing-songed. "Give it back now! That box is from my dad! There's no way he would have sent me something so crude." He sunk his fingernails into Dave's bicep and distinctly ignored how thick the muscle was. “Don’t you have an asshole brother?” Dave grinned knowing the grain of doubt was already sewn. The box was shoved at the bed behind him and he extended his arms to make sure Kurt won’t reach it. “Just in time for fall break.” "Finn has no idea what a dildo is let alone it's uses for a gay man." He hoped. Finn had a bad tendency of using google image search without the safe search feature on. In fact it sounded just like a stupid idea Puck would goad Finn into. Kurt flailed, Dave's forearm was now pressed against his sternum. "Give it back or I will fill that hideous off brand shampoo you have with hair dye. Pink dye! It will clash horribly with your skintone." “SO eager to try out the new toy,” Dave tsk’d as if at a misbehaving child, but his arms stayed in place. “Don’t worry, I was gonna go out with guys tonight, you’ll have plenty of time.” "Stop that! I am not talking about my sexual escapades with you. You shouldn't even be thinking about that. You evil man!" Kurt played dirty and kicked himself off the floor to propel Dave back onto his bed. Kurt's thin torso ended up fully on top of the broad boy's. Dave whined when the harsh edge of the box dig into his back but he wasn’t done with the fight. This was the most fun he had in awhile. Kurt made a move for the package, but Dave grabbed his wrist in time. He held them in a grip he deemed firm yet not painful, letting the other man have an illusion of wrestling. Kurt squirmed, his body writhing on Dave as he tried to get free of the hold. Dave's other hand clamped around his small waist to prevent him from getting too far away. Red faces and panting, Kurt went still for a moment to strategize his escape. His thoughts were derailed by the grin on Dave's face. Oh no. No, no, no, he was not allowed to suddenly find the neanderthal attractive. Especially not when he was pressed full body to said neanderthal and his manhood had taken the cue to harden. He prayed Dave didn't notice. Dave chuckled and the rich noise resonated through their joined chest. “What, you’re giving up on your gift?” He lowered the hand clasping Kurt’s wrist above his head, stretching the man over himself. He never came to touching another man like this, not outside of sport. And that what that was yet seconds again. But now Kurt was hard. He made a man hard. Dave gulped, all amusement gone from his face. "Never. I'm using cunning instead of brute force." Kurt tried for haughty, but it came out breathy. He was trapped by the hands and waist so he dipped his head down and kissed Dave. Surprise attack. Dave whimpered and after a stilled second, responded with all pent-up frustration he gathered in the last month and a half. Kurt’s wrist was free in an instant. He held his head with one while the other slid down on the asscheek, kneading it under his fingers. Kurt gave him a green light to finally explore what so far he only dared to picture in forlorn showers. Kurt gasped into Dave's mouth. He forgot about the package and reveled in the sensations. His hips nudged back into Dave's broad hand. With his arms free, Kurt could explore the stubble of Dave's jaw and the chick muscles on the top of his shoulders. Kurt was supposed to shock Dave into releasing him... this was better. The boys was not pulling away. Dave groaned in affirmation, squeezing his ass harder. The package was still drilling a hole in his back. He broked the kiss but not wanting to pull away, he attacked Kurt’s neck and with a possessive bite, flipped them both over. It still wasn’t perfect, with their legs barely on the bed and hanging out, but now he could roll his hips into Kurt’s, swallowing every breathy moan. Kurt's head fell back. He wiggled until he could get his legs around Dave's hips. He pulled Dave's shirt so his hand could touch the warm skin of his back. He dug his fingers in to anchor himself against the rush of need Dave's teeth biting another patch of skin caused. Dave’s hand clung to the thigh, hitching Kurt’s leg up further. The position allowed his cock to align with Kurt’s. If only they didn’t have clothes... He gnawed at the irritating piece of clothing Kurt called shirt and broke the kiss to rasp out, “Are you gonna be mad at me?” "Huh?" Kurt was lost in the pleasure of his flesh. He had to close his eyes and try to focus his mind away from the way their cocks were rubbing. "Mad? Why would I be mad?" “There was no grown-up toys. We just rolled over your cookies.” Dave grinned all teeth smile, too high on adrenaline to pretend he was sorry. "Oh my God." Kurt closed his eyes trying to make the humiliation of the moment go away. The package... the gift from his dad that was now crushed on Dave's bed because Kurt had jumped his roommate. Kurt released Dave's body and covered his face. "Get off." Dave’s face fell. “I’m sorry,” he said in a rush and all but jumped off the man. Kurt stood and grabbed the battered box. He took it over to his bed. The opened box was placed to his left and Kurt leaned against the wall. Kurt began to carefully unload the box. "It's a care package of my favorite snack foods..." Dave bit his lip, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Was that... it? Did he just came out to a guy and had a crazy make-out just to be pushed aside for couple scrunched tarts? “Cool,” he said coldly and dropped down on his own bed. Then stood up and took back the book he was struggling through before it all started. “Bon appetit, I guess.” "Do you want one? The cookies are sort of crumbles but... They're Carole's homemade oatmeal raisin." Kurt opened up the container with the aforementioned treat. He didn't want Dave to close off against him but... He wasn't sure what to do either. Dave wasn't out... or had Kurt just not noticed? And was this a relationship or just a passionate moment? Was Dave going to get pissed at Kurt for 'making him gay' or whatever excuse might go through him mind? So... an offer of cookies was the best he could come up with. "They're really good..." Dave stared at him for a moment. “Yeah... I had a craving for something sweet.” He smiled timidly and moved his way over to Kurt’s bed. Not knowing what to do, he just dropped next to the man and snatched one of the treats. So friendship then. He suppressed the upset thoughts. No, this was good. More than he hoped for with this guy. "So... um..." Kurt tried to start the conversation, but it stuck in his throat. He instead nibbled on a half cookie. What could he say? Dave wasn't offering anything either. If he said let's be boyfriends and Dave turned him down he was only going to feel worse. “Tastes good.” Dave mumbled to be polite. Not that the cookie wasn’t devine. He just didn’t feel like eating right now. The silence stretched between them, neither sure how to address their actions. Simultaneously, they came up with an answer. “I won't tell anyone what happened." ..… "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" “What?” ..… “You wouldn’t?” Kurt slapped his hand over Dave's mouth to keep him from speaking over him again. “Answer the damn question, David.” He locked eyes with David before slowly taking his hand away. “Do you want to be...? I’m sorry, that was stupid of me to ask, I didn’t mean to-” "Yes, Neanderthal." Kurt laughed and wrapped his arms around Dave's neck to take his first boyfriend's kiss. His action caused his him to nudge into the box and re-crumble the treats.
