Sixth Year- Gryffindor Captain- Beater- Gay- Total Bear
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THEME BY LOSTMEMENTO
Kurt was more than prepared to start telling him how much his exams meant; perhaps even indulging in a little guilt-trip where he could remind him that some people didn’t have the luxury of being able to take exams. Then, of course, David had to open his mouth and be all gentlemanly and sweet so his heart fluttered again and he couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped him.
“… You’re still studying, David,” he said with a small poke of his tongue to remind him who was really the boss here. Which was himself, naturally.
“Well, it’s all rather drab, actually. I just patrol my area, and give half-hour checks with the other prefects via our communication system, just to see how I’m doing.”
Dave sighed, but ultimately knew he would submit to Kurt’s law. He smiled shyly. “Yes, sir…” He paused. “I still want to keep you occupied for these next few weeks.”
Dave nodded. That did seem tedious and dull. But if it had to be done. “Wanna play a game. Truth or dare?” he grinned. “Or are you chicken?”
The dares were always fun when he played with his family. He knew Kurt wouldn’t submit to the same kinds of humiliation, but it was still a fun idea. And it would kill a lot of time that would be spent on awkward conversation.
“What do you say?”
Sebastian chuckled. “Yeah. I know he’s not very materialistic. That was the main reason I decided not to do it. I already told him I would propose one day, so a ring that isn’t that ring woul be kind of silly. Even though I did toy with the idea for a little bit.”
Swallowing down the last of his beer, the Slytherin nearly choked. “Lancelot, huh? So I’m a knight?” he grinned with a laugh. “Much better than a damn meerkat. Although I would have to oppose calling Blaine my princess. I’m gay for a reason, I don’t date chicks. He’s my Disney prince.” Sebastian winked and sat down his mug, relaxing back in the booth.
“I do know him pretty well, huh? Although I’m constantly learning new things. I’m sure your knowledge about him far exceeds mine. Except maybe when it comes to his sexual preferences” He gave another wink, knowing that talk of Blaine having sex always made Dave a little uncomfortable, something Sebastian always liked to tease him with. “But I digress…”
At the mention of Blaine’s meeting with his parents, Sebastian’s smile faltered. He really did not like Blaine’s mother. “Oh, I’ll gladly slay the dragon. I didn’t stand up to her last time, because it was my first time meeting her and I didn’t know what to expect. But I will have no qualms about it now.”
Dave grinned at the image; he actually would be an amazing Disney prince. He had the voice for it. “Seriously dude; I have a theory that Blaine is like the reincarnation of Eric from The Little Mermaid. It the Ken doll hair and eyebrows.” He laughed. “But yeah… Lancelot is your Dave-name now. Rejoice. Live with it; it’s going nowhere. You’ve already veto’d your original. You stuck with it now.”
The bastard. Bringing up his brother’s sex life. He glared at him. “You’re getting my blessing here. Don’t make me give you a broken nose, too.”
Ah. So Sebastian had reacted the same way everyone did to Cynthia. “You never know what to expect with her. She’s terrifying for that reason. She’s an evil, evil woman, and she has some Gorgonian power over men; they just freeze around her, sexual attraction or not. It’s some weird shit. We used to say she was Medusa.” He grinned. “Then we decided she was more of a Peruvian Vipertooth. There’s more of a thirst for human blood there.”
He paused. “You know he’ll choose you. Every time. No matter what she wants, he won’t give you up.”
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“Maybe,” he said with a small smile. “I mean, you’ll have work a lot now, right? And you have to study for your exams, too.”
As true as that was, it made him sad to think that David would need to spend so much time working; either at his desk or a table of some sort. It was a short time before they would all have to leave for the summer. Perhaps forever, if things didn’t work out with him and the schoolboard…
The brush of fingers startled him, but he allowed his palm to slip into Dave’s none the less. It wasn’t a surprise to find David holding back on him more often than not. Most times, he seemed too tense whenever he was around Kurt, as though scared he might touch him in a way that would make him freak out. Only after snapping that he wasn’t a bloody invalid did he start to relax a little. It made Kurt wonder how much of a bitch he was now if Dave didn’t react to such things.
He snuggled their palms a little closer and squeezed gently, reassuring him that this small contact was fine. It was something he was beginning to get used to, and it was nice for him anyway. Comforting.
“We’ll be covering the left side corridor; third floor next to the staircase. From there we can see two more floors and the lower stairs.”
Dave shrugged. “I don’t start until after school finishes. And the exams… they aren’t really that important. As long as I pass the basics, they’ll let me work for the Prophet.” Granted, he wouldn’t be allowed to write the intelligent piece of politics, or national sensitive stories, but he’d never been that interested in that piece. “You’re more important.”
He liked the gentle squeezes and tentative brushes. The contract had started as a means to soothe Kurt, or letting him know that Dave was there. Now, it was just something that kept Dave occupied.
He listened to the plan. He had no idea what it was asking of him, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Sounds good. What exactly do you do on patrol, anyway? You’ve never really told me about the stuff you do.” Occasionally, he just lost his memory. No real excitement.
That was one of the things he loved about David. He was so boyishly charming, but without the obnoxiousness of doing it just to hit on people. It was genuine, and it felt so much better than false pick up lines and leering grins. Not that he received any of those, either, but he was quite sure he’d dislike it if he did.
“It’s my first night duty since I got out. I’m pretty much desperate to get started again. I just don’t have anything to do these days,” he admitted with a small shrug, pottering down the stairs with David at his side.
“I’m doing quite well, otherwise. I’ve been sleeping a lot more, but I figure it’s more out of boredom than tiredness.”
… Oh. He didn’t think about how bored Kurt would be alone. Maybe he should start planning to meet with him more often. If he was going to be bored all the time, he would need a distraction. Dave was happy to oblige.
“Oh, well we can do stuff together. Movies or we can go out…”
He felt the urge to take Kurt’s hand. He brushed his hand against Kurt’s nervously. He was still trying to gauge the levels of affection he was allowed to show. All he wanted to to was hold his hand, but…
He plucked up the courage to take his hand. The courage to look him in the eye escaped him.
He rushed to the door straight away, but waited for a moment, pressing the back of his fingers to his cheek. The one room-mate who’d stayed behind snickered at his eagerness. He sent a withered glare his way, but the boy merely muffled his laughter behind a textbook.
Taking a moment to compose himself, he plastered on a faint smile and opened the door, only to come face-to-chest with the silk shirt he’d made for David. It had thrilled him to know that, subconsciously, he’d known David’s measurements by heart. Some small part of him still knew David; perhaps not inside-out, but the outside at least.
“David! Thank you for escorting me this evening,” he greeted, smiling up at him and quickly stepping out, cutting off the chuckles from the corner. “Shall we head straight down? I’m on duty till midnight, but you needn’t stay so long.”
The laughter from the room was nothing room. After his coming out, Kurt’s room-mates had realised why the pair had spent so much time together, and they took a lot of pleasure in bullying them about it.
Dicks. It was only because none of them ever got laid.
Dave smiled at Kurt. “No problem. I like spending time with you. And I haven’t had a walk around the castle in ages.”
That was true. He’d been caged in his room studying for ages. It was good to get out. And he got to spend the evening with Kurt…
“How you doing?”
Kurt shifted his hands over his robes and tucked his cellphone back into his pocket. He really wished his cloak was new; it was yesterdays, and it felt a little grubby. It was devastating to him that he could recall exactly how to brew complex potions, but he couldn’t remember a simple cleaning charm. Maybe his brain was purposefully keeping the most important things from him. It would certainly explain a lot about David.
Oh, David…
Kurt felt his heart give a small twitch at the mere thought of his name and he smiled to himself, brushing his fingers through his hair to try and fix it. Every moment he spent with the other boy was one wherein he found one of the reasons why he’d loved him in the first place. He was the easiest person to love in the whole world, even if he did roll his eyes in that horrible way and didn’t understand one thing about fashion. There were more important things than clothes (but good god, he couldn’t admit that to anyone ever.) David was strong; protective; loving and adoring in everything he did. Seeing him playing with Milly or talking Santana through her pregnancy or generally being David was incredible to see. It was even nicer to feel.
So, instead of protesting, he just let David come along with him. He had to admit that the company would be pleasant enough. Now, if he could only fix his hair…
The mere thought of Kurt patrolling alone should send a wave of terror crashing over him. He hated the guilt that he felt. The idea that, if he were a better boyfriend, Kurt would never have been hurt in the first place.
No. No way he was ever letting Kurt be put in that situation again.
He stayed in Kurt’s custom shirt (it was definitely one of the sweetest gifts he’s ever received) and he headed up to collect Kurt.
His heart hammered as he stood outside the door. He was so nervous again. He didn’t know what would be welcome. Technically, he’d taken Kurt’s first kiss again, but this wasn’t really a date.
It wasn’t a date at all.
He knocked on the door, the smile already blossoming.
Damn straight, bitches. Or in your case, kinda crooked, but eh. ;PP
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