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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Kurt_Hummel/David_Karofsky
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, David_Karofsky
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Anal_Sex, Desperation, Bittersweet
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-18 Words: 1922
****** Nothing's Changed (Except Everything) ******
by theauthor2010
Summary
     When Kurt arrives at McKinley the Monday after prom nothing's
     changed. It's as though the most mortifying night of his life never
     happened. Except, Dave Karofsky isn't at school...
Being a teenager was a funny thing: one could endure the most mortifying
humiliation of his life and the next Monday could seem as though nothing had
changed. Kurt had walked into McKinley High School, head held high, prepared
for the whispers, the slurs and the taunts but they never came. He walked
through the hallway almost virtually unnoticed. The hype of prom was gone and
life had marched on.
Nothing changed at all. He went to class, got up and walked to the next...wait,
something had changed. In the days leading up to prom, Kurt had been walked to
every class by Dave Karofsky. It wasn't so unusual, he supposed, that Dave
wasn't at his side. Dave, ugh, the poor guy had been just as humiliated as he
had been at prom. Of course, now Kurt regretted having the audacity to tell him
to come out, blinded by the adrenaline rush of his own moment. He knew almost
immediately, the second Dave ran away, that his words were foolish. David had
enough insecurity to deal with.
Was he okay? Kurt worried about him more the more that he thought on it. Oh
god. Kurt looked around for him at lunch. He figured it was natural that Dave
stopped walking him around. Prom was over and he'd been scared. No, he was
nowhere to be found. Kurt knew that his worrying was silly but still he managed
to weasel Dave's home address out of one of the football boys, just so he could
check. He saw the agony in Dave's eyes and worried that he had done something
stupid.
He found the house and stopped by after school. He calmly knocked on the door.
He was sure that Dave was fine. Nobody answered and Kurt couldn’t help himself.
He panicked. The closeted gay kid hadn’t shown up at school after a humiliating
incident that very well could have outed him and showed him the crueler side of
what kids do to their gay peers. Nobody was answering at the house. He knocked
almost hysterically, pounding on the door. There was no way that Dave had tried
something stupid. He was a smart guy. He wasn’t the dumbass bully that he
played to the public. He was a smart, intelligent, thoughtful guy.
The door opened. Oh god.
“Kurt, what are you doing here?”
Kurt slowed down his thoughts to take in Karofsky’s appearance. His face was
pale, he looked tired, but he was altogether alright. He was alive and well.
“Why weren’t you at school today?” he yelled out, surprised at how shrill his
own voice sounded. He had been panicking though, so he had an excuse. “How
could you be so thoughtless and not show up after running off on me? My God,
David, you knew that I would worry that you’d done something absolutely stupid.
I was worried about you.”
The other boy seemed to take him in with slow consideration. He seemed shocked
that Kurt was so worried about him but hell, how could Kurt not be? Kurt wasn’t
angry at him for running off. He knew in the aftermath that it was the best
thing that Dave could have done. He wasn’t ready and you couldn’t rush those
things. No, he was just worried, terrified that the humiliation he had endured
had taken Dave over the edge.
“Where were you?” he asked, almost in tears. God he was so overemotional.
There was a moment’s pause and Dave looked like he was trying to talk. He
grumbled under his breath, unable to find the words. He leaned over and pressed
a quick, apologetic but adoring kiss to Kurt’s lips. Kurt inhaled immediately
but did not pull away or break the kiss. This wasn’t the angry surge of
emotions that their last kiss had been. This was tender, loving, and apologetic
in every way. He leaned forward and returned the kiss, brushing his lips
against the other boy’s before pulling back. It was tender, it was meaningful
and it took his breath away.
“I’m sorry Kurt,” Dave said, looking at the floor between them. “I didn’t mean
to worry anyone. I was just exhausted, confused and…tired, so I convinced my
mom I was sick. I needed some time to relax, to focus and everything.”
“Are your parents home?” Kurt asked.
“No, they’re both at work,” Dave mumbled softly.
He looked so sheepish and sad and needy in that moment, that Kurt couldn’t help
himself. He leaned back into another, more demanding kiss. He wrapped a hand
around Dave’s cheek and just took the kiss for all that it was worth. He
groaned, feeling all the emotion and worry being released from them both. He
pulled away with a large smack and couldn’t believe he had just done that.
“You’re so…frustrating!” he declared, finally. Dave was one of the most
frustrating people that he ever knew. He shouldn’t want to kiss him. He should
want to smack him for being such a frustrating, sad, tragic closet-case bully
who was now coming out to be one of the sweetest most hurt guys he had ever
known. Ugh!
“You can come inside,” Dave mumbled, dumbstruck by the kiss.
The moment the door was open Kurt pulled Dave into a more heated embrace. He
kissed him heatedly, pressing their lips together and parting his lips a little
more. Dave reacted immediately, bringing himself closer. Kurt held tightly to
the other boy’s broad shoulders, moaning. Their kisses are nothing like any of
the kisses he’s shared with Blaine in the past. His kisses with Dave are
furious, passionate and needy.
They sat down on the couch, Kurt practically in Dave’s lap, kissing and pulling
and groaning. “Can we go to the bedroom instead?” Kurt asked softly. “I really
don’t want to risk getting caught.”
Dave obediently hurried them to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind
them. He fisted his hands in Kurt’s shirt desperately and Kurt nodded. “You
can,” he mumbled, even though he was nervous. He was caught on a passion fueled
high and needed to roll with it slowly. Dave rolled Kurt’s shirt up over his
head, exposing him to the room. He felt funny, insecure but his exhilaration
took the edge off. Dave ran his hands over Kurt’s chest tenderly, adoringly.
There was so much desire in his touch that it burned.
Kurt boldly took off Dave’s jacket, running his fingers over his chest and
stomach through the cotton of his thin white t-shirt. He could feel Dave’s
heart pounding even underneath the fabric separating his fingers from skin. He
took off Dave’s shirt as well, very gently running his fingertips over the
bared skin as he exposed it. This was good. This was intense.
“You are so frustrating,” Kurt repeated softly. Dave was really frustrating but
Kurt wanted him more than anything. He wanted this and he was going to take it.
He reattached his lips to Dave’s, kissing him slowly. “Ungh, good,” he
whispered. He had never imagined himself as a sexual being until this very
moment.
Things fell into place quickly. Dave worked off Kurt’s incredibly tight jeans,
marveling over, “those damn pants.” Dave kissed Kurt reverently, like this was
something he had been dreaming of his entire life. Kurt realized quickly that
it was something he had been dreaming of his entire life. The warmth of being
wanted was incredible.
When the moment came that Kurt realized they were going to have sex, he paused.
“Do you have condoms, lube, anything?” he asked. “I want, I want, but you and I
– we have to be safe about this.” He was trying not to think of the
consequences because he knew there would be consequences but at the same time
he could remember all those goddamned sex pamphlets and at least wanted to do
it right.
Dave’s confused expression was absolutely endearing. Kurt blushed. “Get some
kind of lotion, basically anything thick and slick. Are you…a virgin?” He had
to assume that he had a virgin on his hands considering just how closeted Dave
was and the fact that he’d never had a girlfriend until Santana.
“I am.”
“We can forgo condoms this time but condoms, always, next time. Now go get
something.”
Kurt realized as Dave ran to find some lubrication that he had implied a next
time. He laughed softly, rolling his eyes. He was so sunk but he refused to let
him think further than the here and now. Lucky for Kurt, Dave returned fast
with a small bottle. His mind left him in a whirlwind and he was clinging to
Dave again, grabbing the lubricant bottle away from him. He squirted some of
the sticky liquid on one of his fingers and shrugged. It wasn’t perfect but it
would do.
Kurt stepped out of his boxers and then crawled up to the back of the bed. “I
need to be, um, prepared,” he mumbled softly. “I mean you do want to top,
right?”
“I think so.”
He was so cute and unsure and looked like he wanted to explode. He kept staring
at Kurt, which made him blush all over. “I need some help,” he said, drawing
Dave close and then getting the courage to do something he never thought he
could do.
Kurt fingered himself, inserting one finger into the tight ring of muscle. He
couldn’t believe he’d done it once it was done but god, the expression on Dave
was worth it. The other boy’s jaw dropped and he watched, pulling off his own
boxers to free himself completely. Kurt closed his eyes for a minute as he
moved the finger inside of himself. He pressed a little deeper, making a small
noise and then added another. “See what I’m doing here?” he asked. “There needs
to be stretch, prep…um, yeah. You need some lube…on you too, and all…”
Dave kissed him heatedly while he got himself prepared. Next time, Kurt was
definitely going to make him do it but this was just as hot. Dave’s tongue
licked along his bottom lip hungrily. There was so much desire in the other
boy. He had never seen so much need in anyone in the world.
“Do it,” he told Dave. There was a slow rush and a burn as Dave pressed into
him. It hurt but it was like nothing that Kurt had ever experienced.
“Take it slowly,” he warned, feeling how eager the other boy was. Inch by inch,
Dave entered him and nothing had honestly ever felt like such completion. Once
Dave was all the way inside and Kurt felt him still there, he breathed again.
“That’s really good, fuck…”
He let himself breathe, regain his sanity and then told Dave to move, or rather
“god, fuck, move…” which was a lot dirtier than Kurt imagined himself to be.
Dave started thrusting in and out of him.
“God yes…please, David,” Kurt moaned, fingernails dragging over the bigger
boy’s back.
He wrapped his legs around Dave’s waist and pulled himself closer, trying to
get more and more. Dave thrust up deep and he swore he saw stars. It was the
best thing ever and it meant so much. “Oh fuck please, fuck me deeper, more.”
Kurt was reduced to a babbling, incoherent mess until he came desperately. Dave
kept on thrusting until he reached that peak too. It was amazing. Kurt breathed
out, closed his eyes and oh god.
Nothing had changed that Monday, except everything.
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