Finn pulled a sweater on over his t-shirt, well aware that it was somewhere near freezing but not feeling the whole puffy jacket bit. The sharp air would probably do him some good; put a little blood back in his face. He locked his door and strolled down to the admin office, dotting and crossing all the right letters to sign David out for a supervised exercise period. The grounds were enclosed by two layers of tall fences, but there were multiple acres to walk and the sun was shining. It would feel like freedom. The tall brunette made his way back down the winding hallways to the boy’s unit and knocked on David’s door. “Yo, you ready to get processed out for a bit? Make sure you’ve got your wristband on. They’ll give you proper shoes for the snow when we head out. Its fucking beautiful out, man.”
Nothing this semester’s lessons about astronomy interested him until it came time to talk about the death of a star. His body language becomes engaged for the first time this semester, leaning forward with his head cocked to the side. Once the professor mentions explosions and all the horrific, gruesome aftermath to take place in their galaxy, the boy is hooked.
His attention is held to the point he puts down his utility knife, which he’d been using to whittle pencils and tree bark smuggled in his robes, and raises his hand. The sheer speed at which his arm raises is enough to send the wood shavings from his whittling flying two feet away from him. This is the first time he’s ever spoken in astronomy class. But even so, his pitch fluctuates with interest -- the type of interest usually reserved for talks of taxidermy or the Dark Arts.
“Sir, so when the sun explodes and it swallows all the planets in our galaxy,” he says. “Do you think witches and wizards would have exposed themselves to muggles by then? You know, since we’ll need their spaceships and technology to make colonies in other galaxies by them. I hope we do; I want to watch everything vore itself from a safe distance.”
Rachel made her way out of her cabin with a cup of coffee in her hand. She decided jeans and a nice top would be good today. More relaxing clothes than something super professional. She liked dressing professional because then people will take her seriously. She wanted to make it big. Have people begging for her to direct them. That’s been her dream to direct things. Sure porn was something weird to direct, but the better the quality, the more likely someone will pay for it. The porn industry is pretty big now since there are a lot of people looking for money, but with her, they will not make it unless they are good at what they do. That’s why she agreed to take this on because she wanted to find her stars.
As she was walking to set, she was busy looking over her business blackberry. She didn’t even notice a body in front of her until she bumped into it making her coffee slip on her shirt. “Fuck!” She yelled out. She dropped the cup and pulled her shirt away from her skin so it wouldn’t touch it anymore. “Can you seriously watch where you’re going or are you an idiot?” She looked up before narrowing her eyes. “You.”
Who: David Karofsky & Kurt Hummel w/ Mentions of: Sebastian Smythe, Hunter Clarington, and Spencer Porter.
When:Thursday Night
Where: The Lima Park
Why: Kurt and Dave talk about what Kurt knows about Dave. Things get a bit emotional as they talk about their past, and what is currently happening. Plus you get awkward hugs and friendships.
Kurt felt a tad bit nervous about what was supposed to go down. Sure, he felt high and mighty behind his phone, it wasn't like Dave was going to pummel him through it, and when they were at the party, he hadn't had to worry too much, there were so many people around. Seeing that Dave probably wouldn't be up for going to a public place like the Lima Bean, he knew it had to be more private. He felt so stupid suggesting the park. There were a number of places that he could be tortured, and no one would know. He was terrified that Dave was going to have a slushie waiting for him when he got there. Kurt held up his head though and puffed out his chest. No, he wasn't going to think that way, thinking that way wouldn't get him anywhere, and he held the bigger side of the stick. He knew Dave's secret. He knew, and as far as he knew, Dave wasn't about to Jeopardize it. As he approached the park, he looked around till he saw Dave. Now was his chance, he could run off, and not face the other, or he could go. His feet were telling him go as he moved closer and closer until finally he was standing near the bigger male. "Hello, David," he sighed, standing awkwardly in front of him.
Dave didn't know why he had agreed to meet Kurt in public. Or even meet Kurt at all. The other boy said he knew something about him and Dave had very few guesses of what it could be. Maybe Mason and Sebastian was right and he's experience a case of 'the lady doth protest to much' but Dave's not a lady. He's a man. He's not-- what they say he is. He couldn't be. Meeting Kurt is just going to be a way to get the other boy to shut up about whatever he thinks he knows. These anonymous messages are a joke. People can say whatever they want but Dave knows that it's all a liePeople are dying, this isn't a joke. He sat on the swing, pushing himself back and forth lightly waiting for Kurt to arrive. If he could just punch everyone so they stop he would, but that would just give them more ammo to call him something that he wishes he wasn't. Dave is too caught up in his own thoughts to notice anyone approaching him so he's slightly startled when he heard Kurt's voice. "Woah! Hey, Hummel. Don't sneak up on a guy like that!" He gruffed, stopping his movement and standing up. He thought that evening the playing field would make him feel a little better but even standing he feels so small in front of someone who holds a secret about him in their hands. A secret that might destroy him, but Dave still doesn't even know what it is.
Kurt looked down at Dave, looking at the other, trying not to be too amused by how jumpy Dave really was. He took a swing next to Dave, pushing against the ground so that he could start swinging. He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to remember the last time he had been on a swing, and then the last time he had been on a swing with Dave. "Are you sure you want to know? I mean, there's no going back once you know. Honestly, you don't have to worry about me telling anyone about it. You've known me, have I ever been the kind of guy that would do that to you?" he looked over at Dave. He wondered how freaked out Dave really was. He couldn't even begin to wonder who had his secret. It made him nervous that someone could still ahve it out there. "I will tell you though, but I think that it's an obvious thing, you kind of make it really obvious."
Dave kept his eyes trained on Kurt, watching him closely before sitting back down on his swing. Kurt doesn't seem to be afraid of him. Dave has yet to decide of that's a good thing or a bad thing. He knows that he should be threatening the other boy or at least trying to figure out a way to black mail him. He doesn't know what Kurt knows yet though. Dave has a lot of secrets, some that he hasn't even told Hunter and some that he's still to afraid to admit to himself. Now Kurt knows one of them. "I'm sure I mean-- you could tell anyone still. I want to believe you won't tell anyone but still. I need to know what I'm up against." He mumbled. Every keeps saying there is something about him that is obvious and he doesn't think it's fair. They don't know him. He barely even knows for sure. People should just mind their own business, but they can't. So Dave usually takes the offensive. With Kurt this time though, there is no offensive to take. "How is it obvious though?"
Kurt took a shallow breath. This was his leverage against Dave. This was his chance to make sure that he never, ever got hurt anymore, and that Dave never slushied him again. He had always thought about what he might ask for if he had anything against Dave. He had thought long and hard about it several times, especially when he was at his lowest point. "If I tell you, it means no more slushies. It means no more dumpster dumps. It means no more locker shoves. I'm tired of being bullied by you, I'm so tired of it. I'm getting it from other people, and I don't need to keep getting it from you," he bargained, looking at Dave. His eyes were trained on Dave. "You don't have to be my friend, you don't even have to like me. But I don't want you touching me unless I tell you to. Take it or leave it, but leave it i'm leaving. I'm not going to say anything, but you wont know what I know," he pointed out, trying to be calm about it. He didn't want to threaten Dave, but he did know if he didn't do anything his chance would be gone. "I know you're not a bad guy, Dave, I know you aren't."
Dave felt his anger starts to rise. He thought that maybe he was just going to talk to Kurt during their meeting. That maybe it would be so bad if someone he thought he could trust knew something about him. He knows that him and Kurt haven't had the best relationship or really anything at all. Dave tosses the boy in a dumpster. He does that to someone. Why did he ever think that this wouldn't happen. "Are you fuckin' kidding me right now, Hummel? I knew you would want something out of this. You were just waiting. This whole time! So you could find a way to bring me down. You think if I stop people won't ask why? Wonder why you're suddenly under my protection? You think if you're slushy free from me that people won't think something fucked up? Like I'm gay for your or some stupid shit! I'm not. I can't be! You're going to tell me what you know. Then we will both decide if I'm a bad guy or not. Who knows? I could be. I did all those things to you. How does that not make me bad? Now you're fucking blackmailing me? Me? Wow. I thought you were going to be above all this. I thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad if someone fucking knew. I guess I was wrong." Dave shouted. His blood is boiling at this point. Everyone is always out to get him, he knows it. If he doesn't throw the first punch he's just leaving himself open. He didn't with Kurt and now look.
Kurt instantly felt terrible, his heart dropping. He knew that he shouldn't have tried to bargain. He knew that it was a bad idea. Maybe it was desperation. Ever since he had pissed of the male McCarthy, it seemed everything everything got worse for him. People had seen that as more of a chance to get him slushied. "Like you wouldn't if I were in your place. You don't get bullied, you never get bullied. I have to deal with bullying every day, and one less person, that would be heaven, because it's been a pretty long time since i've felt safe around you. I don't want to be blackmailing you. But you've pushed me into a corner, you always have. I'm not asking you to be my friend again, i'm not asking for you to be nice, you don't have to make it look like I'm under your protection. Everyone else can do what they want, they're going to anyways. And if you were forced...I wouldn't blame you," he sighed, trying to not be shaking. He knew he was though, he could feel it. "I know deep down you're not. Somewhere you're still a kid I used to play with and do stupid things with. SO i know you're not too bad. But fine. Don't. Don't stop. That's fine, you just keep doing what you obviously do best. I'm just tired," he looked down, sucking in a breath. "I know your gay, or at least realizing it or something. I suspected it, but when I got that message, it was confirmed. It's okay though, it really is. Being gay is okay, and I for one will never think any less of you for being gay," he said softly, trying to keep his eye on Dave. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I tried to get something out of it."
Dave didn't know how to respond. Kurt was right. Kurt has always been right. Dave thinks out of everyone in this whole cow town Kurt Hummel as always been the only one with his head on straight, no pun intended. Everyone else is going to peak during high school, Dave even lumps himself in with that sometimes, but not Kurt Hummel. Dave is just part of the team trying to do nothing but hold the other boy back. "I'm not gay. I can't be." Dave mumbles, wondering why he's even still denying. He turned and looked at Kurt fully. "Is it that bad though, really? Have I hurt you that bad?" Dave said in a whisper. He gets a bit of teasing for his size. He gets jabs poked at him from Sebastian and other guys like that, but nothing like having a cold syrup shower or actually thrown away. He's actually impressed by Kurt sometimes, when he thinks about it, how someone can literally be put with the trash and still pick there heads up everyday he will never understand but he knows of other people knew about him then he would just be right there with Kurt. The big fat fag. Nothing else will matter besides that. "I should stop anyway, you know. We used to be friends. And now I'm just a stupid fucking bully. I don't want to hurt you."
Kurt looked straight at Dave, trying to understand what all was possibly going through Dave's mind right then. Had he gone too far? He probably had, and he knew that maybe that was a bad decision. The words said something else to him though, that maybe, maybe he hadn't. He looks sadly at the other male, as he could practically feel the male's emotions. "David...Why? Why is it not possible? I'm..." he took a deep breath. "I haven't officially said it, its obvious to everyone, but I haven't said it out loud. I'm Gay. I'm the capital G A Y. There's nothing wrong with it though, and you being you, and you being gay, there's nothing wrong with that either," he replied softly, eyes meeting Dave's. Kurt shrugged, trying not to think about his shoulders. "It was bad for awhile. You're not the only one who hurt me, you know. But you were pretty bad for awhile. I hated going to school because I just was dreading getting slushied or pushed up against a locker. I'm not a pitiful person though, I'm a bigger person that people think, and I just tell myself to keep going," he replied, giving a small smile to Dave, and placed his hand on the other's shoulder hesitantly, before drawing it back. "You're not stupid, you know. I know you're a lot smarter than you make yourself out to be. The bully part I wont deny, but you're not always that bad. I am glad you don't to hurt me though."
Dave "I just can't be!" Dave yelled. He looked around the park quickly, hoping that no one notices them having such a heated conversation. "You can be gay. You were born all light on your feet or some shit. I'm a fucking linebacker. Even if I-- admit it. I'm not a fairy. I have a hard enough time getting chicks to look at me. Let alone a dude." He took some time to think at what Kurt said. He never really thought about it too hard from the other side. He doesn't want to know how much it would hurt to be tormented day in and day out by a bunch if idiots. This is why Kurt called him a neanderthal, because he's stuck in the stone age. People shouldn't be hated for who they are but it's easier to do when you already hate yourself. "Bad? It was bad?" He questioned, upset, but relaxing for a small second when Kurt reaches out for him. "I am stupid. I am. If I wasn't I would admit to myself what I am. If I wasn't I would stop hurting you."
Kurt jumped, not expecting Dave to be yelling about things. He quickly looked around, but was relieved to know that no one was really around to witness either of them having the conversation that they were having. He shook his head slowly. "You don't have to be a fairy to be gay. There's big men that are gay. There are even football players that are gay. Gay and proud. TV makes gay people look like these stupid little flittery people, and sure i'm a walking example, but not all gay men are like me. Some might be super althetic, some may be big boned, some may look like they should be straight, but they're gay. Really if you think about it, statistically, you can't be the only gay football player, i'm sure there are others on the team that are gay. I think Spencer is, so there you go. He's not a fairy, he's a strong guy," he tried to point out, tried to explain. He could tell that Dave was really thinking hard and he felt a little glad that he had made the other think as much as he had. "Believe me, you don't even know the half of it. I'm glad I found Glee club," he sighed, going back to swinging back and forth. "If you're determined that you are stupid, stop being stupid. Start small, David. I'm here, listening, and I've already said I wouldn't judge you. You just need to take baby steps."
Dave scoffed. Porter is gay. Hunter is gay. Smythe is gay. Everyone is gay. He should be able to just accept himself but he can't. That's just opening Dave up for a new group of people that don't want him and a bunch of people who used to love him to just leave him. His family won't accept it. He wasn't raised like this. "Yeah. Those dudes are gay. That doesn't mean I have to be, does it? I know there is other kinds of gay. I just don't know who I am, I guess? I want to be Dave Karofsky. I want to be straight. Find a nice woman. Have kids. Not disappoint everyone. I can't do it, Kurt. I'm not strong like you. Or any of those other guys... I'm just not. I'm afraid. Everyday. If it wasn't for Coach the team would have put Porter in the dumpster right with you..." Dave never wanted to have this conversation, but what else was he setting himself up for agreeing to meet up with Kurt? He misses him, sometimes, but this is a poor excuse to see him in a non-bullying way again. "I'm going to be taking baby steps for the rest of my life at this rate-- Do you think what they said about me is true? Do you think I'm gay, Kurt?"
Kurt took a deep breath, and stood up, standing right in front of Dave. "You don't have to be gay. No one is making you be gay. Being gay isn't a choice that someone makes, they don't wake up one day saying 'Wow i'm gay!'. It's not a choice. It's who you are. You can say your straight and make yourself feel straight, but it's going to be this little empty part of you that will always regret. You can still have kids as a gay man. Sure it's not as traditional, but they can still be yours," he sighed softly, taking a step forward. "You don't have to be strong. It's okay to be scared. You have Coach on your side. You have a lot of people on your side." he pointed out. He had to feel for Dave though. There were days he wished he wasn't obviously gay. Days where he wish he hadn't been born this way, maybe not even born, but it was who he was, and this was the hand he was dealt. He hesitated. "I wish I didn't think you were. I'm not even going to say I have a gaydar. You protest it too much. Even when it doesn't need to be protested, you protest, and it makes it obvious. Part of me hopes that you are, just because your bullying might make more sense. I mean, how does two people go from best friends to bully/victim as quick as we did?"
Dave looked down at his feet, unable to look at Kurt knowing how close he now is. "I'm gay, Kurt. I'm gay and I'm so scared. You say I have these people but they are going to leave me. The second they know. I'm not a handsome dude like the rest of you guys. I'm not a pretty boy or a fancy fairy. I don't have six pack abs or anything like that. They are okay because that's who they are. The bullying. That's all I have to keep myself from being at the bottom. You think I can keep playing hockey being gay? Yeah, I would still have football but the hockey guys would have my ass for this." It feels good to let someone know how he feels but Dave knows that it really doesn't change anything. Kurt couldn't help Dave. Most days it seems like Kurt can't help himself in Lima, but he keeps going anyway. Dave can't do that. Maybe if they lived in New York or something he could be okay but here? It would destroy him. He knows it. Dave raised his head for the first time since Kurt stood up. "Are you happy now? You got what you want? You know I'm gay. Things make sense for you even if they're just more fucked up for me. You can't tell anyone though, Kurt, please. I didn't want to hurt you. I don't want to still. I just don't know if I can stop. I'm sorry if that means we can't be friends anymore. I told you. I'm just stupid and not worth it. Nothing is going to change, I can't let it."
Kurt felt his heart beating as soon as Dave started speaking. This was what he was looking for, wasn't it? This was what he wanted, for Dave to come to his own realizaiton. Dave didn't look like a big man right then, he didn't look like the scary bully he had grown to know. Instead, he was this smaller fragile man that Kurt wasn't sure if he was ever going to see. The begging didn't help at all, it just broke him a little inside. Dave seemed so desperate. He step forward even more and wrapped his arms around Dave in a hug, hesitantly, but close to him. He was sure that Dave was the one who needed it. "I'm proud of you, David. I really am. You took a massive step, and i'm proud of you. If they leave you, then screw them, they're not worth it. Anyone who abandons you so easily isn't your friend, and they're proving that to you if they did," he paused, unsure of how he was going to say it. "You’re handsome. You really are. People might tease you for your weight, I know I did, and that was wrong of me, but you're handsome. Hands down, to me at least, you're much more handsome than Spencer. Or Hunter," he said softly. He pulled away after awhile, moving back to his swing. "I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise, I really do promise. I know you probably can't stop, but just do me a favor and be more gentle? Or at least give me time to recover. I would like to be friends again though, I would, even if it's this secret friendship that no one actually knows about. Loosing you as a friend was hard. But you're worth it, and don't ever let anyone tell you that. "
Dave kept his arms to his side lose as Kurt wrapped him up in an embrace. He wants to respond but all he can do is lean into the other boy while he talks. When Kurt finally pulls away he holds is head in his hands, looking down at the ground as he groans. "You don't have to fucking lie to me, Hummel." He bites, switching back to anger before he realizes what he's doing. "You don't have to feed me this bullshit. It doesn't make me feel better about any of it. I'll never be a cute little guy like you or a big handsome guy like Hunter. I know that, but you don't have to say shit you don't believe. Okay? I get it. I'm upset, but at least comfort me with honesty. And you're proud of what? I would have never told you if you didn't get that damn message." Dave took a few calming breathes as he picked his head up and turned towards Kurt. "You would really want that? To be friends with me again? I hurt you. I don't deserve it." Dave's always heard that if you say something enough it starts to be true. While that wasn't true when it came to his sexuality he knows that he's told himself he's worthless enough times that it's actually starting to feel real. The guilt he feels over what he's done to Kurt doesn't help much either.
Kurt groaned with frustration, shaking his head. When would Dave understand he was being completely serious? When would he understand that he meant what he was saying? Dave Karofsky was a confusing, frustrating man. He shook his head, repeatively. "I'm not lying David. I haven't been lying. You are Handsome. You're handsome. You're very handsome. How many times will you have to hear it before you understand the words 'you're handsome'? You don't have to be small like me or like Hunter to be considered handsome. You just are. Your face his handsome, you have arms to die for, your shoulder's are stupidly attractive, and when you're actually smiling you have a really great smile. One that used to make me melt a little inside. So i'm not lying to you. You're handsome," he paused, taking a deep breath. "But the fact of the matter is, I did get it, and instead of continuing to deny it and continuing to be angry, you admitted it. You admitted it and I'm proud of you for doing that," he pointed out, knowing it probably didn't make sense. Kurt slowly nodded, chewing his bottom lip. "Yeah. I do. And maybe you don't, but I still want it," he said, trying to stay completely calm, trying to stay calm for Dave.
Dave wanted to believe everything Kurt was saying be he wasn't sure if he could. Everything he knows about himself runs so deep. It's not like he hasn't heard other people say the same things he says about himself. Including Kurt. Who acknowledged it but what is different now? Is he suddenly different looking because he's admitting to being gay? Dave turned away as a light blush peppered his cheeks. "Whatever, Hummel." He scoffed. It felt good for someone to say those things about him, it really did, but under these circumstances it just feels like lip service. "We can be friends. I guess, but you can't tell anyone, okay? Not even that we're friends. And don't tell anyone that I'm gay. I'm sorry, really, that it has to be this way, but I just can't right now." He looked at Kurt, a somehow even more serious tone taking over him. "If you do tell. If you do that to me. I can't be held responsible for what happens. I'm sorry. I told you I don't want to hurt you anymore, but if you hurt me then it's only payback at that point."
Kurt looked at Dave with disblief, wondering just how much it would take to convince the guy that he was actually handsome. "What would it take to convince you that you are handsome? Because I want you to figure that out," he sighed, pushing back and forth on the swing. He found Dave could be stubborn, and he had always noticed that. It was kind of nice that the other was able to do that though. Kurt looked at Dave, nodding. "You know, that's better than nothing. I'm glad that we can be friends," he smiled, feeling sort of relieved that he could be able to do this. It was nice that he had a chance at being friends with Dave again. "I won't do that to you, but if that happens, then you have permission to do that, and I wont say anything, because it will be deserved but I'm not going to do that to you." he promised, praying that one day that promise wouldn't bite him in the butt, considering all the things that had been happening lately.
Dave laughed. "You don't have to do shit to convince me. It won't change anything. Not today anyway. I guess... uh.. it feels nice you know, that someone thinks about me that way? You're probably the only one that does though." He doesn't understand how Kurt can even still stand to be around him. Going from friends to enemies so quickly and so deeply should have effected them both more then this but it's just so easy to fall back into how things used to be. A lot has changed but somethings always stay the same. "So, now that we're friends, uh.. you're gay too? That's weird. Is everyone gay?" He questioned, rocking back and forth on his swing. It seems like half of Lima is suddenly homosexual and that's thrown him off big time. How can people be okay with that? "I mean, I guess it's good that I'm not alone in this anymore-- but I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I don't feel any better. Now that I said it things have to change, right? I don't want them to change."
Kurt shook his head, but was glad to hear Dave laughing. It was something that he had missed, it sounded so real. "Okay, then I'm going to find a day, when you least expect it. I'm not the only one who thinks you're handsome. There's sure to be more guys that think the same as I do. We'll find someone. I know somewhere that we could prove it," he shrugged, smiling back at Dave. It was really weird how easy they were friends again, but he din't mind it one bit, he was all for giving Dave a second chance, especially given their history. "It is a little weird. It seems like no one is straight. I've always been really reluctant about saying anything about being gay because I thought this town wouldn't be okay with it, but this whole school seems to like both boys and girls or just boys or just girls. It's kind of nice. But gay friends, sounds interesting," he laughed a bit. "No, nothing has to change. You just keep being you. You're you, i'm me, and we just happen to like guys over girls, it doesn't me we have to be different people. "
Dave knew exactly where Kurt was talking about. The one gay club in the area and he's not going back there. "Psh. You taking me to the den of the queers? We will see, Kurt, we will see. I'll tell you right now though that I don't dance!" If anyone could see them now they know it would look strange. The bully and the bullied sitting on a swing set laughing but when you live in a town like this the strangest things bring you together. "It makes me wish I didn't feel so ashamed, you know? Everyone else is out and proud and here I am just fighting it every step. I don't know if I can be the same once people know, you know? I've just been like this for so long."
Kurt chuckled, trying to picture Dave dancing. He was sure that it would be interesting dancing with Dave, though he was sure that his feet would be hurting by the ending the day. "You wouldn't have to dance. I think the one time i've been all I did was down alcohol and ma-" he didn't want to finish that sentence, that'd just make things very awkward. Kurt started twisting around with his swing, letting himself spin. It had been awhile since he had played on a swing, and it was easy to remember how much fun it really was. "It's going to take awhile, it's not something you be okay with over night. But eventually maybe you will be able to, or maybe when you get out of high school, you can go somewhere and start all over, and wont have the bagage you have here."
Dave "Why would we go to a club and not dance? I mean, I look like shit when I do it but what else would you do? Sit a the bar and stare at people dancing? Who knows, maybe after a few drinks I'll be a dancing queen or some gay shit like that." Dave laughed, not focusing on the accidental slip from Kurt. They had just become friends again and pressing for more information the boy didn't offer wouldn't be a good first step in Dave's mind. "I don't know if I will ever be okay with it. I've tried." Dave mumbled. "Can we still be friends? After all of this?"
Kurt thought about what was saying, and he knew the exact answer he would give Dave, but that would lead to a very awkward conversation that he was sure wouldn't be smart for them to have. "There's several things. I've heard they put on shows sometimes, so maybe that?" he pointed out with a shrug. "I'm sure you would be an amazing dancing queen. All the guys would be wanting to dance with you without much hesitation at all," he grinned. Kurt stopped moving on his swing, frowning. "Yes, David. I think we can still be friends. Maybe not best friends, but I think that we can still figure out a way of being friends."
Dave didn't know about any of this. He's been to Scandals before but he isn't about to let Kurt know that so soon. It's easier to pretend to be straight if you just block out all the gay things you've already done. "Shows? Like the ones where dudes dress up like ladies and sing? All that grinding and bumping, Kurt! Do you think I can do that? I play football and hockey, not that little singing and dancing club you're in." Dave said with a light blush coating his cheeks. Kurt's compliments make him feel a bit warmer inside, or something, and he's going to count that as friendship. Thinking of anything else would just be too much for him right now. "Secret friends, yeah? Then maybe after I'm okay we don't have to be a secret anymore."
Kurt looked at Dave with an amused face. So Dave did have a general idea of things after all. "I hear it's pretty entertaining, it's on my list of things to experience at least once." He mused. Kurt thought a moment, trying to picture Dave 'grinding and bumping'. "Who knows, you might be the best grinder and bumper. I could always help you practice it if you wanted," he partially offered, partially jokes. He had to admit the blush was a confidence booster, Dave looked great with one on. Kurt perked up, nodding eagerly. "I like the idea of that, I can go with that. "
Dave didn't know how to answer yet again. The things that Kurt is saying to him can be seen as flirtatious, he knows that, but the offer of a bump and grind lesson has the light blush that spread across his cheeks just reddening further. "We should hang out again sometime, yeah? I like talking to you. We might have to wait on the dancing though. At least let me find out if I have two left feet first. I'll need to get two left shoes." He laughed.
Kurt wasn't sure why, but he really did enjoy seeing Dave blush. There was something about it that made him utterly giddy. Suddenly he'd do anything to get Dave to blush like that more often. His eyes widened even more, and he made a pleased squeak that he was ashasmed of. "Yeah, we should! I like talking to you too. I missed it, honestly. I could help you with that too, after I get you dressed up. Then i'll know what you'd be like in well dressed clothes and as a dancer."
Dave coughed awkwardly, trying to clear his sudden nerves especially after Kurt's squeak. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You going to dress me up and parade me around huh? I think I'm almost looking forward to that."
Kurt was impressed, compared to their earlier texting conversation. Earlier, when Dave had said he wasn't going to deal with anything fashion, and now there he was, agreeing to being dressed up. He nodded eagerly, standing up. Kurt leaned over and hugged Dave tightly for a couple of minutes, before pulling away again. "I'll see you later, David," he hummed, waving as he walked away.
Raphi carefully unpacked each of her birthday presents from a cardboard box marked FRAGILE. She had to send them home separately, because they didn’t fit in her suitcase without being crushed, and some of them wouldn’t be as nice if they were wrinkled, like the painting from her friend David. She slowly lifted it from the bottom of the box, admiring it one more time before looking to her very cluttered wall. “Oh dear...” she hummed under her breath, “I don’t know where this should go.”
Weekdays were always slow for Harley, of course she had her usual costumers, older men who grabbed a beer after work and all but nothing crazy like the weekends. The weekdays were more calm, almost light work for the girl and definitely had it’s perks, getting the left over booze of her choice. Placing her phone down as she sent her last text to David, Harley began to wipe down the bar and clean up her area now that it was closing time. She hummed and danced silently to the music playing from the speakers while she cleaned, killing time until the male arrived.
Ariel laced her fingers with David as they entered the carnival. There was just something about it that filled her body with excitement and butterflies. The sound of the crowd, the flashing lights, the food. She loved it all. Leaning her head onto David's shoulder, she smiled. "What ride do you want to go on first?" She asked, almost bouncing with excitement.
