Out of the Dark Chapter 4
Title Out of the Dark
Author Palaemon77
Rating Mature
Genre Supernatural
Pairing Kurtofsky
Warnings Character Deaths
Wordcount 31459
Spoilers Season 2
Summary After the locker room kiss, Kurt finds out that Dave isn't who he thought he was, but at least he thought Dave was human.
Links
{ Chapter 1 } { Chapter 2 } { Chapter 3 } { Chapter 4 } { Chapter 5 } { Chapter 6 }
{ Chapter 7 } { Chapter 8 } { Chapter 9 } { Chapter 10 } { Chapter 11 } { Epilogue }
Chapter 4
In the car, Kurt couldn’t help but to wonder what that exchange meant. Why did Kurt need to be kept safe?
“What did your dad mean?” Kurt asked as casually as he could. He didn’t want to sound like he was prying. Kurt casually glanced over to Dave for an answer.
Dave just sighed and said, “I don’t know. Nothing I guess. He’s just a dad.”
That was not the answer Kurt was looking for.
Upon pulling into his driveway, Kurt stepped out and was about to say goodbye to Dave when he realized that Dave didn’t have a way home.
Dave opened the door and proceeded to the front door, but before he could reach it, Kurt asked.
“Hey - how are you getting home?”
Dave smiled and cocked his head towards the back of Kurt’s house, “I’ll walk through the woods.”
Kurt sighed, “I can’t let you do that. Come on in, and I’ll have my dad drive you when he gets home.”
Dave agreed. Kurt thought he could hear a slight whine coming from the other side of his front door. Dave smiled at that. With a swift jerk, Dave pushed the door open and the Alaskan malamute jumped on Dave again, but this time Dave was expecting it and held his stance. That didn’t stop Beacon from covering Dave with sloppy wet kisses. After a few moments, Dave hunched as if to play-fight with the dog. He growled at Beacon who play-growled back. Suddenly, Beacon took off running around the front yard getting mud on his paws and underbelly. He rounded the tree in the front yard and made a beeline for Dave. This time Dave let the dog tackle him and give his face a tongue bath. Unfortunately, Dave’s shirt was nearly as muddy as Beacon’s paws and underbelly.
After a few minutes, Dave was finished, and Beacon settled down. Dave moved for the front door again when Kurt cleared his throat.
“I know you’re not walking in my house with all that mud.” Kurt said sarcastically before motioning to Beacon. “And look at my dog. He is filthy.” Kurt looked down and pointed, “You, young man, are not coming back inside. Not until you’ve had a bath.”
Dave scoffs, “Why don't you give him a bath right now? I think he needed it before he got muddy.”
Kurt almost couldn’t believe that someone was telling him what to do, telling him he should bathe his dog - it was a challenge. He took a step closer and accepted the challenge.
“First of all. It’s my dog. I decide when I bathe him. Second, it’s not my job - it’s my dad’s and third I have to cook dinner.” Kurt could see the smirk on Dave’s face. “And fourth, you are the one that got him dirty.”
Dave’s smirk spread to a full-blown smile. “What?” Kurt said. He needs to stop that. Dave’s smile was one of his more attractive features, and Kurt was trying to be a bitch.
“Nothing.” Dave shook his head. “Do you always number what you say?”
“No.” Kurt was still in a mood. “Sometimes I use letters, smartass.” Kurt didn’t have a chance to see Dave’s reaction before he was being pulled into a kiss. His hands were instinctively in front of him. He wasn’t using them to push Dave away as much as he was trying to keep the mud off of his clothes.
After a moment, Kurt couldn’t help but to close his eyes and soak up the kiss. It wasn’t a fast and furious kiss like the locker room. It was tender and intentionally slower. He could feel Dave’s warm hands holding his arms. Dave wasn’t forcing the kiss as much as he was holding on to Kurt for support. After another moment, Kurt leaned into the kiss himself. He was beginning to really like it. He could feel something almost electrical, magical in the touch. When Dave pulled away Kurt finally opened his eyes to see a smiling Dave still holding on and looking back.
Kurt started to pull back, and Dave let go instantly.
Kurt stood still as Dave moved off the porch.
“Come on, Beacon.” Dave called. Before Kurt could comprehend what was going on, Dave and Beacon were already around the side of the house heading toward the backyard. Kurt put his satchel inside the front door and then followed Dave around the side of the house. Their back yard was about the same depth as their house and a bit wider. Kurt rounded the corner and could hear the hose turn on. As soon as Kurt fully completed the turn, he froze.
Dave was shirtless and spraying down Beacon. Kurt stopped and took in the sight. Dave had a large broad chest and his arms were thick and muscled. He wasn’t over-built like a body builder, but he was more sculpted than most teenagers he knew. His chest was lightly covered in dark hair. The hair was short and perfectly sculpted. Kurt figured that Dave must have ‘manscaped’ because no one naturally looked that perfect.
He thought Dave hadn’t noticed him staring, but he was proven wrong when he was asked for dog shampoo. Kurt pointed towards the chest to the right of the back door. Dave set the hose down and returned with the shampoo. Kurt continued to stare from a distance. He just watched the muscles in Dave’s body shift and ripple as he scrubbed the thick liquid through the dog’s dense coat.
Dave was surprisingly fast, or Kurt lost track of time. As he finished the third rinse, Kurt started to inch his way closer, still not wanting to get wet. He could see the same concentration on Dave’s face that he had preparing vegetables, his tongue peeking out the side. Kurt’s gaze stayed on Dave’s lips. Those lips had just been pressed to his own not ten minutes ago. Dave was turning off the hose and beginning to wind it up when Kurt spoke.
“You know, you…you shouldn’t do that.”
“What? You basically told me to do it. You said it was my fault.”
Kurt was still taking in the fact that Dave was shirtless. He could tell his abs were tight, but not ripped like Sam’s. Kurt noticed that Dave body wasn’t wet. He was sure that water had gotten on him somehow, but Kurt couldn’t see any. Sure, his jeans were a little spotty with wetness, but not his arms or chest or abs or…
“No…I mean…the kiss…you shouldn't just kiss people.”
Dave moved closer. Kurt thought he should move back, but couldn’t, didn’t want to. Dave was standing inches away, bare-chested. He reached down and took Kurt’s hand and brought it up to one of his large, tanned pecs. He placed his own hand on top of Kurt’s. His hand was insulated from both sides.
“Kurt - I promise I will never kiss you again without permission.”
Without thinking, Kurt brought his free hand up and pulled Dave’s neck and leaned in for another kiss. Kurt’s mind was alternating between the sensation of Dave’s lips and the warmth of his own hand on Dave’s literally hot chest. Kurt could feel his face flush. He almost couldn’t believe that he was being so bold.
Dave suddenly pulled away and Kurt audibly heard the smack of their lips parting. Kurt opened his eyes that he hadn’t even realized were closed. His mouth was still slightly ajar and he could see Dave resuming his duty of coiling up the hose.
Suddenly, the back door opened and Burt popped out. It was lucky Dave pulled away or his dad would have caught them in the act. However, seeing a shirtless Dave wasn’t exactly what his dad wanted to see.
“Did you lose your shirt?” Burt said to Dave.
“Dad, he was giving Beacon a bath - he ran through the mud and got completely filthy.”
“Did he need to take off his shirt to do that?” Burt questioned.
Dave grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on, flicking off the mostly-dried mud on the front. “S’okay, Kurt. I should be going now anyway.”
Kurt wasn’t happy. He wanted to kiss Dave some more. He didn’t think his dad was being fair, so he appealed to his lazy side, “Dad, I don’t think you thanked David for giving Beacon a bath. It is your job, and you’ve been slacking lately…”
Burt sighed, “You’re right, son. Dave - thank you. I do appreciate it. That dog can be a real chore. It takes me forever to get him to stay still.” Maybe it was working or maybe it was the fact that Dave’s shirt was back on, but Kurt could tell his dad was truly grateful.
“S’cool, Mr. H.” Dave waved at Burt and said to Kurt, “I’ll see ya Monday at school, Kurt.” Dave started to leave, but Kurt remembered.
“Wait.” Kurt turned to his dad. “I drove him here and I promised that you’d give him a ride home.”
“Kurt - your dad just got home. I’m sure the last thing he wants to do is cart somebody around - I told you; I’m good.” Dave said.
Burt looked at Dave and down to a freshly cleaned Beacon, “Dave - why don’t you stay for dinner? I’ll drive you home after.”
“You sure?” Dave asked.
“As long as you keep chopping the vegetables…”
Dave grinned and agreed, again.
Kurt went and grabbed Dave’s hand and noticed the shirt again. “Dad - Dave cannot wear this in the house…” It was a statement, but it was phrased as a question.
“Okay - I’ll go get an old shirt of mine. Dave - keep your shirt on until I get back. Kurt, come inside and get started on dinner.”
At dinner, Kurt was a bit mortified. Dave was sitting across from him wearing one of his dad’s old work shirts. It was just tight enough that you could easily make out every inch of Dave’s chest. It was a faded light blue button-up with tattered edges. The sleeves were rolled up and it was buttoned up to just past the nipple line. Kurt knew it was the nipple line because he knew right where Dave’s nipples should be. Every time he glanced at the shirt and the way Dave filled it out, it would turn him on. Sometimes, his eyes would flit across to the name tag stitched on - Burt. Kurt couldn’t believe a shirt that his dad owned could be so…sexy. Ugh.
Dave thanked them for the hospitality and left with Burt before Kurt remembered his missions, again. Damn it. Why was he so distracted by Dave? Duh. Maybe it was because this sweet, sexy guy apparently liked him and wanted to kiss him - so much so that he had to promise not to. What was Kurt’s problem?
After Burt and Dave left, Kurt pulled the clean dishes from the dishwasher and put them away before refilling it with the recently dirty dishes. While sitting in the living room, he couldn’t stop thinking about Dave. He was fun and charming. There was also this kind of familiarity to him as well. Burt seemed to warm up to him after Dave wasn’t shirtless anymore. Kurt felt like his dad was being unnecessarily over-protective. Kurt was seventeen and hadn’t even dated. It’s not like his dad needed to worry about Kurt being a floozy or knocking someone up.
After getting home, Burt sat down next to Kurt and flipped on the TV while eating a few cookies. Kurt wasn’t paying attention, but it was probably one of those political comedy satires on Comedy Central. His dad thought they were the best of both worlds. The hosts were smart, but fed the audience through humor. Kurt found them funny, but since he wasn’t up on current events, he felt that most of it went over his head.
Kurt’s thought returned to Dave, more specifically the kissing.
“Dad?”
“Yea, kiddo?”
“Umm…how old were you when you first kissed a girl?”
Burt paused the television and turned to face his son. “Twenty-two.”
“Dad…” Kurt whined. He should have known his dad was going to answer like that.
“Why? Did Dave kiss you?”
“Um...I…I kissed him.” Kurt wasn’t lying. He just left out the first two kisses.
Burt’s eyes narrowed, “Was it while he was shirtless?”
Kurt bit his lip. It was while Dave was shirtless, but he didn’t want to tell his dad that. He’d probably think Kurt was just a huge ball of hormones. But he was seventeen. He was supposed to be a big ball of hormones. His dad was smart enough to realize that right?
“Yes. Yes it was...but that’s not why I kissed him.” Kurt tried to sound as mature as he could.
Burt’s face didn’t reflect someone who was responding to a mature conversation.
“Kurt.” Burt started.
“Dad - look. I like this guy, and he likes me. I’m not some sex-crazed kid, alright? I’m the well-adjusted son you raised.” Kurt tried to keep his tone even, but he knew his voice was breaking slightly. He was standing up for his right to finally date or at least kiss. “I know you like Dave. Don’t you?”
“I used to,” Burt muttered.
“What is wrong with Dave? Huh Dad? His only crime as far as I can tell is liking me. Is there something so wrong in liking me that-“
“Kurt. Listen.” Burt let out a deep sigh, “Dave seems like a good kid.” Burt patted Kurt’s hand. “I guess seeing him today - shirtless - reminded me that as much as I try to deny it to myself, you are a young man. So, if you think you want to see where it goes with this guy, I’ll support you. I don’t have to like it, but you’re right. I liked him five minutes ago, so…”
“Thanks, Dad.” Kurt said as he stood up, kissed his dad’s forehead and trotted upstairs to go to bed - or - go to bed thinking about Dave and falling asleep was more accurate.
“Kurt,” Burt said.
“Yea, Dad,” Kurt said reaching the stairwell.
“Sweet dreams, son. I love you.”
Kurt darted back to his father and gave him a big hug. It was Burt’s turn to kiss Kurt’s forehead. “I love you too, Dad.”
Unwrapping his arms Burt said, “I’ve gotta get back to the shop to finish up some paperwork. We had a ‘no call - no show’ on the new guy today, and I want my weekend off to be my weekend off.”
Kurt nodded and squeezed his dad once more before darting up the stairs to his bedroom.
XxXxX
Dave finally made it the six blocks back to his home. He had Kurt’s dad drop him at some random house. He wished things were different, and he could be honest, but Kurt finding him must have been a good sign, right?
Opening his front door, he was greeted with Paul Karofsky, Sue Sylvester and Emma Pillsbury, and they don’t look happy.
“Father, what’s wrong?” Dave asks.
“The Spanish teacher...”
“Will Schuester,” Emma adds.
“Will Schuester has been infected, son.”
Dave looked into Paul’s eyes. He could tell that his dad is really nervous. When he’d heard about Glee club earlier, that was the most visibly shaken he’d seen him in a long time...maybe ever. In the twenty-five years Dave had been alive, this was the first time he saw true fear. This was bad. If they’ve started to infect humans then they might be looking for a special human, right? Dave would have to be extra careful.
“Do you think they know who it is?” Dave asked.
Sue speaks up first. Dave never understood this woman. She was so arrogant for a human. “I don’t think so...none of the girls are sick or missing.” She rubs her knee with her hand nervously. If any girls were taken or infected, they could be seeking Dave's Familiar. Of course they would be seeking a human female, but what they didn’t know was Dave’s Familiar wasn’t female. It was Kurt.
“Dad?”
Paul looks up from reading one of the ‘old books,’ and looks at Dave above his glasses, “Yes, son?”
“Umm...there’s more.”
Chapter 5