I do not own Glee.
This is unbetad.
Kurt tossed the pamphlets down on his bed. This was all so frustrating. Sure, he was grateful for what his dad had told him, and thinking about it, everything made perfect sense. But he really didn't have that many questions about "the mechanics." He had told Blaine he'd tried watching those movies, and even though he hadn't been able to finish any of them, he had watched plenty to know how gay sex worked and what needed to be done to make it enjoyable.
Actually, he really only had one question. A question he was never going to ask his dad. A question only another gay guy could answer.
So, picking up his phone Kurt dialed Blaine's number before he chickened out. It rang twice before Blaine answered.
"Hey, Kurt! What's up?"
Kurt ignored the fact that Blaine did sound genuinely happy to hear from him. As much as he wanted to smile and giggle like he usually did, he had a question to ask. So he did. No hesitation, no consideration, he just blurted it out. "Do you think I can be sexy?"
"Um… what?" Then silence.
Kurt sighed, this wasn't turning out how he hoped. "I've been thinking about it. I figured my problem was trying to act sexy. I mean, I can perform perfectly, but technically acting is different. So, I get that I may not have been sexy while we performed the other day, but what about other times? Have I ever been sexy without knowing it? Or maybe I might eventually get to that point or something?"
More silence. This time Kurt waited. When he heard a deep breath, he held his own.
"Kurt, I think you're cute, adorable even. And you can be accidentally hot sometimes. But sexy? Do I have to answer that now?"
Kurt didn't respond right away, he was too busy trying to remember to breathe. Finally he inhaled, and spoke, though quietly. "No, Blaine, that's okay. You said what I needed. Sorry to have bothered you. I'll see you on Monday." Then he hung up, not bothering to wait for a reply.
This wasn't good. The only gay guy he knew didn't think he was sexy. How the hell was he supposed to ever feel comfortable getting intimate with Blaine, if he knew the tenor didn't find him sexy?
Kurt paused, seeing his old McKinley yearbook from the year before. Blaine wasn't the only gay guy Kurt knew. Jumping off his bed he ran downstairs and pulled out the phone book, taking it back to his room for privacy.
It didn't take long, there were only two Karofskys in Lima and its surrounding counties, and only one was actually in Lima. He quickly wrote down the address and put away the book. Looking at himself in the mirror he debated whether or not he should change. Probably, this was his favorite cashmere sweater, no way was he chancing getting anything on it.
Going to his closet he walked to the very back and looked at his options there. He still had some old, plain button up shirts. They were a few years old, but they had been big when his dad had bought them. Letting out a resigned sigh, Kurt took out the plain black one. He slipped it on and realized it was a little tight, so he removed his undershirt and put it back on. It was still tight, just more comfortable. He opted for his skinny jeans, one of his old pairs. Then just slipped on a pair of tennis shows and grabbed his keys, phone and wallet.
The car ride was short. It was slightly unnerving realizing how close Karofsky lived, but as long as the bully never figured it out, he was pretty safe. He parked on the street in front of what looked like an empty house and walked up to the door. Only after he rang the doorbell did he realize he had no plan.
Dave couldn't believe his eyes when he answered his front door. Of all the people he expected to show up, Kurt Hummel was not one of them. Especially not in this get up. He swallowed, his eyes running up and down the thin, lithe body a few times before it registered that Kurt was talking.
"Have you ever found me sexy?"
Dave blinked a few times, then swept his eyes over Kurt once more before answering. "Yes?" He hadn't meant for it to sound like a question, but he still wondered why Kurt was on his doorstep, asking him if he was sexy.
Kurt stood up straight. "Are your parents home?"
Dave could only shake his head. What the hell was going on here?
"Then fuck me."
Dave barely had enough time to look back up into Kurt's face before he felt lips on his. He grunted in surprise, falling back against the foyer wall. He had to be dreaming right now. Kurt Hummel was not kissing him. But when Dave heard the front door close and he opened his eyes he noticed two things; first, it had been Kurt to kick the door closed, and second, Kurt was holding his chin too painfully for this to be a dream.
Once he figured that out he realized why Kurt was holding his chin so tightly. Kurt was kissing Dave, but Dave wasn't kissing back. A problem easily remedied.
Dave pulled his hands away from the wall and rested one on Kurt's hips, the other on his neck. Just resting, not holding, he didn't want to scare him away by trying to take the lead. Obviously he didn't need to.
Relenting to the pressure on his chin he opened his mouth and allowed Kurt entry. Suddenly Dave thought his old fantasies had been mere whispers of what could have been, because this was so much better. This was heaven, this was… God there wasn't even a word for the feeling of Kurt's tongue in his mouth. Certainly it wasn't anything that existed until the very moment it had happened.
He came back to reality when he felt Kurt move closer. He needed to start participating if he wanted Kurt to stay. So Dave moved his own tongue and caressed the appendage in his mouth. After hearing Kurt's moan he was glad a wall was supporting them. Anything weaker and they'd both be on the floor.
Eventually Kurt moved his hand from Dave's chin to his chest. A moment later he pulled away, eyes closed.
"Bedroom?" he whispered, his voice heavier and lower than normal.
Dave just nodded and instead of turning and leading the way, he used his strength to his advantage and lifted the countertenor by the hips. Kurt automatically wrapped his legs and arms around Dave's waist and neck. Dave took his chance and lightly kissed the exposed hollow of Kurt's throat as he walked down the hall to his bedroom.
After closing the door behind him he slowly lowered Kurt to his bed. Somewhere at the back of his mind he thanked his mom for changing the sheets earlier that day. But there was no way he was going to linger on that thought. Instead he allowed Kurt to push on his shoulders, apparently wanting him to go down further.
So Dave slowly kissed his way down Kurt's flawlessly pale chest an inch at a time as he carefully opened his shirt. He didn't think it was one of his usual designer things, but it was definitely worth keeping in tact.
When he reached the top of Kurt's jeans he pause and looked up at the smaller boy. He could tell that Kurt was willing to let him continue, but there was something off. Almost like he didn't actually want this, more like he needed this for some reason. But when Kurt whimpered, Dave couldn't bring himself to stop.
Somehow he managed to quickly open the skinny jeans and pull them down just far enough for Kurt's erect cock to become free. When Dave looked again, just to make sure Kurt was truly okay with this, he found that the boy had his eyes closed, his eyebrows drawn together. He thought for a second that maybe Kurt was about to come, but there didn't seem to be that much pleasure in his face.
He sat back slightly, trying to figure out what was going on. Apparently the movement spurred Kurt on.
"Just fuck me already," said Kurt through clenched teeth. "I want to go home."
That's when everything came together for Dave and he pushed himself off of his bed completely. "No."