Title: Skin Deep
Author: wanderlustlights
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Word Count: 1159/? (so far)
Pairing(s): Dave/Kurt {Kurtofsky}
Spoilers: Canon through season 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Tis Ryan Murphy's brain child and I take ownership of nothing there.
Summary: Kurt's a baker with a love for food and because of it, has put on a few pounds with all his tastings and love for sweets. Dave really doesn't mind all that much.
A/N: So I really just wanted more chubby!Kurt fics, which really only meant that I had to write it myself. Lol so that's what happened.

It started out slowly, so gradually that he hadn't really even noticed it at first. Trying to pave your own way in the culinary industry, baking to be more exact, wasn't nearly as easy as Kurt had thought it would be. He could very well start a company and then have it completely tank like Annie's in Bridesmaids. And wouldn't that just be the greatest thing ever.

He was becoming so busy with starting his own bakery that he didn't even notice it until one fall day when he was getting ready to go into the shop that he realized it: none of his jeans fit him anymore. At least, certainly not the way that they were supposed to.

Kurt tugged on the waist, pulling and trying in vain to get them zipped, collapsing on his bed when they wouldn't zip up. He stared up at his ceiling for a minute, heaving a sigh and letting out an exasperated, quiet "Shit." Kurt closed his eyes tightly, and tried once more to get them zipped. When they refused to come together, Kurt tore them off, looking for his loosest pair of pants. Before he knew it, his floor was a mess of discarded clothes and he was clad in a pair of sweatpants. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," he swore, grabbed his keys, and stormed out of the apartment.

He ended up buying five new pairs of jeans and pants, arms weighed down with shopping bags, all in the next size up. When he'd tried them on in the dressing room of the store and taken them off when they'd fit, he'd nearly whimpered at the numbers on the tag, face pink with embarrassment when he brought them up to the counter to pay.

Kurt walked into the grocery store, shopping list in ha d as he headed for the baking aisle, in a pair of his new jeans.

Vanilla extract, flour, chocolate, sugar, eggs, heavy whipping cream, milk, caramels, pecans, chocolate chips, raspberries, bananas, blueberries, pumpkin-


Kurt froze in place, turning slowly to look down the aisle where the voice had come from. Standing there before him, clad in dark wash jeans, a black, wool coat, and a knit scarf was the one and only Dave Karofsky.

Kurt tried not to stare but the years had definitely been well to him. "David," he breathed, letting a tiny smile grace his face. "What – what are you doing here?"

Dave grinned. "Shopping," he said, gesturing to the basket in his hand.

"No, I mean... here, in New York."

"I live here. I'm working over at P.J. Carney's, actually."

"P.J. Carney's?"

Dave grinned. "Yeah, I'm a bartender."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up in surprise but she couldn't help the smile that stretched across his lips as well. "Really."

Dave's smile dropped a little. Bartending may not have been the most noble of professions, sure, he wasn't a doctor or a lawyer or something, saving lives or defending people, bit even still, Dave loved it. "Is there, uh - something wrong with that?"

"What?" said Kurt, then saw the somewhat hurt look on Dave's face. "No, no, I just... I wouldn't have guessed it, that's all. But hey, as long as you love it then who am I to judge?"

Dave nodded once, the smile returning. "And you? What are you up to these days?"

"Starting my own company, actually."

"Really? I thought you were gonna do that whole, like, Broadway, singing, performing, or whatever it was... thing."

"Didn't exactly pan out in the end. I ended up coming here after graduation and went to NYU for college. And then I've been working for the past few years just saving up enough money so that I could open up my own shop, with some loans of course, too - there's no way I would have been able to afford the space otherwise."

Dave nodded. "What kind of shop, then?"

"Well, I suppose 'shop' probably isn't the best word. 'Bakery' is probably more appropriate."

"You're a-"

"A baker, yes," replied Kurt with a smile, beaming at the very thought. Dreams changed, that much he knew, and he didn't blame people for being shocked when they'd heard what he'd decided he'd wanted to do. Rachel, of course, had thrown a fit, wondering where his spark had gone, his passion for Broadway and everything that accompanied it, but despite that, she was happy (in a way) that he'd figured it out. Finn, Carole, and Burt always supported him through everything, while he himself was just happy to be doing something he absolutely loved.

"You like it," Dave surmised when he saw the smile on Kurt's face.

"No, correction," said Kurt, "I love it."

Dave grinned. "So you do, like, bread, things like that?"

"No, uhm. Cakes, cupcakes, pastries mostly."

"And you have your own business, right?" Kurt nodded. "Dude, that's awesome."

"I certainly thought so," said Kurt with a laugh and just took Dave in for a moment. He was still the same, if a bit more adult and grown up. He was dressing a little better in jeans that were actually his size and shirts less preppy and more casual yet still essentially Dave. "You look good," he said, earning a quirk of a smile. "Happy."

Dave ducked his head for a second, flushing at the compliment, and grinned up at him. "I am happy," he said. "You look good, too, you know."

Kurt let out a laugh, reaching down to tug self-consciously at the waistband of his jeans. "Thank you," he said softly, and pulled out his phone from his pocket. "You should give me your number, we could hang out sometime if you want." Kurt unlocked his screen, cursing when he saw the time. "Shit, I was supposed to be there already to open, Sammie will have to do it for me now."


"My, uh. My assistant. She helps me with the baking and runs the front." Hurriedly, Kurt grabbed the things off the shelves that he needed in that section of the store and practically threw them into the cart. "Listen, I really need to go, but - here, give me your phone."

Dave pulled his phone out, handing it over and watched as Kurt added his name and number into Dave's contacts list.

"I close at eight, how about you come around then? I'll even let you try something if you want," he said, flashing Dave a smile. Dave nodded, mirroring the gesture. "Great, I'll see you later!" Kurt sped his shopping cart down the aisle and into the next.

Dave watched him go, in a daze. He could tell something was different about Kurt, that was for sure - a different sense of style, different hair style or cut, or maybe it was just that the years had changed him somehow, he didn't know exactly.

But one thing he did know: he'd definitely be there at eight o'clock.