Serendipity—Hold the ClichéAuthor:
Tessisamess & SparklpocalypsePairing:
Slice-of-life, romance, future!fic, college!fic, angstSpoilers:
Canon up to 3x14Warnings:
Don't highlight unless you want BIG spoilers! Character death (not Kurt or Dave), homophobia, and a serious lack of spontaneous singing.Word Count:
2,669 // 31,487 (of ~80,000)Summary:
Sometimes you find love in someone new; sometimes you find it hiding in plain sight. Kurt and Dave have been friends since their senior year of high school, but when they unexpectedly run into each other at a Halloween party everything changes.A/N:
's finally back after, like, a year. Not sure if that means I'm
back to writing for Glee
, but there was just sooo much left of this that I hadn't posted that I really wanted to get back on it (and wrap the ending up.) I also found a ton of unfinished, unpublished stuff on my hard drive that I may post to my account (tessisamess
) if I can get it all organized.Chapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter Seven
Leavin' on a Jet Plane
The girl behind the counter looked surprised to see them, although it wasn't obvious whether it was because the biggest faces on the front of the entertainment section of today's Daily News
had just walked into her Italian ice parlor, or because it was December and they were buying Italian ice. "What can I get you guys?" she asked after a second, wiping her hands on a bar rag.
"Yeah, uh." Dave glanced at the menu as he reached into his back pocket to dig his wallet out. He was paranoid, having to force himself not to check over his shoulder to make sure the camera-wielding fuck from the museum wasn't following them. "Could I get a mango Italian ice?"
"I'd like a coconut Italian ice," Kurt added. He took Dave's hand and ran his thumb over the back of his knuckles, and it was pretty clear he was trying to calm Dave a little.
A small smile curved Dave's lips as he opened his wallet with one hand, refusing to just let go of Kurt's hand to make the job a little easier. He handed over a ten once they were rung up, stuffing his wallet and the change back in his pocket without putting the bills into it.
"By the way," Dave muttered, "my dad's been annoying the shit out of me trying to figure out something to get you for Christmas. Gimme something
to tell him so he'll stop asking."
"Socks," Kurt replied, "if you can believe it. I have a fabulous wardrobe, and people contribute to it on birthdays and Christmas, but they never give me socks. I got your dad a gift card from Barnes & Noble. I saw him in there a few times when I was home for a month last summer."
Dave laughed quietly. "He's going to think I'm lying to shut him up," he pointed out. "Not that I have a problem
with that—I'm just saying."
"Seriously though," Kurt said, "there are few things better than a soft, comfortable pair of socks."
"I hear ya, there." The counter girl slid the Italian ice cups across the counter to them and stuck a spoon in each. "Here you go."
Finally, Dave let go of Kurt's hand so he could pick up their ices, glancing around for a free table. "Well, I'll tell him socks, but if he thinks I'm lying I'm gonna tell him you said porn."
"That'll make our next conversation interesting," Kurt replied dryly.
"Right?" Dave asked with a wide grin. He set their things down on top of the table before reaching over to pull Kurt's chair out. He still remembered a few months after it had come out that he was gay, when his dad had sat him down for a talk. He'd thought it was going to be about the divorce, which they still had never really spoken about, but instead he'd just told Dave, "All that stuff I talked to you about when you were fourteen? About how you treat a lady? That all... still applies. I don't care who you date as long as you're happy, but you better be a gentleman and open doors, pull out chairs, and walk on the outside—okay?"
He couldn't remember what he'd said in reply. Actually, he may have just left the room, but he was kind of glad his dad was the way he was, because it hadn't steered him wrong so far.
"When's your train tomorrow morning?" Kurt asked as he sat in the chair Dave had pulled out. He scooted in toward the table and then pulled the spoon from his Italian ice, scooping a bit into his mouth.
"Nine," Dave sighed, half wondering how many fake relatives could be killed off before it got suspicious.
"Early," Kurt lamented. "Afternoon class?"
"Mm." Dave pulled a face before starting into his dessert. "Want me to try and make it over again before winter break?"
"Mmm... when are your finals?" Kurt asked. "Mine are the tenth to the fifteenth."
"Mine end a couple of days after yours, but..." Dave thought for a moment, mentally going over the papers he knew he'd have due before finals started, then sighed. "Yeah, I don't think I can come back out before break without screwing myself."
"We'll have almost a month for winter break," Kurt reasoned. "I was going to fly back here on January 6th, but I could be persuaded to change my flight."
"Or I could come back with you," Dave offered. "Then we can have sex in peace," he said with a laugh.
"Well, I don't know about peace
," Kurt drawled. "Anna's going to be here the whole time. She's a native—her family lives in Queens."
"Fair enough," Dave said with a grin. "Well, it's your call; Anna or my dad."
"Considering the conversation your dad and I had the last morning I woke up at your house..." Kurt said, "I choose Anna. At least she'll just make sarcastic comments about needing earplugs and then go back to the American Horror Story
fanfiction I'm not supposed to know she writes."
Dave barked a laugh. "What a loser," he teased. "X-Men
fanfiction's where it's at." he finished, managing to keep a straight face.
"No way," Kurt replied, obviously pretending to be offended. "Whedonverse is so much better than X-Men
, but you're an idiot if you think Buffy
's better than X-Men
," Dave replied, rolling his eyes.
"What the hell? I was talking about Dr. Horrible
," Kurt laughed. "Pff, Firefly.
Hardcore fans of that show make me sad. Your petitions aren't going to get the cast back together. They've all got their own shows."
"I don't think I can date you anymore. I can get used to all the photographers, but you have terrible taste and it's really turning me off, I won't lie. No, wait—" Dave leaned over, scooping up some of Kurt's Italian ice, eating the bite as he sat back in his seat. "Okay, now
we're broken up."
"Yeah, well—I'm keeping your shirt," Kurt shot back. He picked up his Italian ice and scooped a large spoonful into his mouth.
"Well, then I guess I'll just have to keep what I got you for Christmas," Dave said with a shrug, smirking slightly.
"I guess you won't mind if I return what I bought for you," Kurt replied. "Since we're broken up, and all."
"Go for it," Dave agreed.
"Good, because that thing cost me like $80, and I could use that for new hair product." Kurt finished his Italian ice and stood, probably to toss the cup and spoon in the trash. "Want to go have break-up sex?"
"Sure," Dave replied, getting to his feet as well. "Getting-back-together sex after that?"
"Depends how well the break-up sex goes," Kurt said with a small smirk.
Dave grinned slowly, leaning in as one hand curled loosely around Kurt's upper arm. "If that's a challenge, you know I'm gonna win," he promised quietly, pressing his lips against the curve of the other man's jaw.
"That's only because you cheat with your ridiculous jock stamina," Kurt replied archly. He pushed open the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, finding Dave's hand as he did so.
"Meaningless excuses," Dave laughed, fingers lacing in between Kurt's as they headed back out.
By the time they got back up the street to Kurt's apartment, Kurt was dodging kisses as he tried to fish out his keys. "You're—mmph—you're very distracting," he accused. The key slid into the lock and turned with a snick
, and it was pretty obvious that he was just blindly fumbling for the doorknob as Dave mouthed down the side of his neck.
"So're you," Dave murmured. As soon as the door was open they both stumbled inside, Dave moving to press Kurt against the wall just inside of it so he could kiss him fully, wedging one thigh between the other man's as he did, one hand moving to push the front door shut.
Kurt let out a soft, high sound into Dave's mouth, arms twining around his neck. He went up on his toes, then wrapped one leg around Dave's hips, followed by the other. "Can't wait to get you naked again," he muttered.
The sound from the TV, which they hadn't noticed before, paused. "Right
here, guys," Anna announced loudly. A second later she un-paused her show.
Dave broke the kiss just enough to look over toward the couch, grinning unevenly. "You like it," he joked, hands settling on Kurt's ass to hold him up as he stepped away from the wall, carrying the other man towards his room.
"Not the point," she called as the door closed.*
The plane was dark, most people on the small flight having not bothered to turn on their overhead lights due to the late hour. Dave closed his book, wedging it into the pocket of the seat in front of him before reaching up to turn the light off.
A few seat rows ahead of Dave, in the nearly-empty business class section, Kurt unfastened his seatbelt and stood, stretching briefly, then glanced up and down the aisle for the bathroom sign. Spotting it at the back of the plane, he made his way down the aisle.
Snorting quietly to himself, Dave reached over and grabbed Kurt's wrist as he came by, pulling him over and down for a kiss. "Y'know, I really don't think anyone's gonna care if you sit back here."
"If I'd known you were on this flight I would've sat back here before takeoff," Kurt countered with a grin.
"Uh huh," Dave drawled. "Just admit it—you don't wanna sit with me," he teased, thumb brushing over the other man's wrist.
Kurt sighed. "You got me. I just didn't want to say something and embarrass you."
Dave smacked Kurt lightly on the hip. "Go to the bathroom," he laughed. "Unless you were wanting me to come with...?" he asked, eyebrow waggling ridiculously.
"You stay here," Kurt replied sternly. "I'll be back." He got up and walked to the back of the plane, glancing back at Dave to make sure he wasn't following before he stepped into the tiny bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Dave was still in his seat, smiling innocently when Kurt came back down the aisle. "You're no fun," he informed the other man with a small laugh.
"I'm lots of fun," Kurt replied. "Just not in ways that are just begging for me to land on Page Six." He climbed over Dave and sat in the window seat next to him.
"Point taken," Dave conceded, reaching over to slip his hand into Kurt's. "Why were you in business class anyway?"
"Perk of being a congressman's son," Kurt replied. He leaned his head on Dave's shoulder and gripped Dave's hand a little more tightly. "Basically, it's easier for them to stick a plain-clothes Secret Service detail in business class than in coach."
"How exciting," Dave laughed, sneaking a glance back up to where Kurt had been sitting.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to be flying out of New York?" Kurt asked.
"I meant to," Dave said, making a face. "But guess who's a complete asshole and dropped their phone in the fucking toilet—go ahead. Guess."
"Again?" Kurt laughed.
"Yeah," Dave sighed. "I need to stop putting it on the counter when I'm getting ready, but I don't learn. Anyway, between school and trying to get shit together for the trip I still haven't replaced it."
"You could pick one up at Best Buy when you do your last-minute Christmas shopping," Kurt suggested. "In the meantime, I saw a landline phone at your house during Thanksgiving break. You can survive living in the past for a day or two, right?"
"It'll be hard, but I think I can tough it out," Dave said with a snort.
"We'll have to save the naked videos for Skype," Kurt said with a sigh. "Or I could just conveniently turn up at your place a lot and we can skip the naked videos entirely."
"Well, I'd basically assumed that was the plan anyway," Dave laughed.
"Fair enough," Kurt murmured. "Did you get an invitation for Christmas from Carole? She said she was going to invite you and your dad over."
"Yeah, we're coming. My dad's gonna pick up some pie again, and I think he said he wants to try and make something. I'm sure that'll go well," he said sarcastically.
"Salad?" Kurt asked, hopefully.
"I don't think I could talk him into something that easy. We'll see if I can't get him down to, like, Rice Krispie treats or something, though."
"Keep them away from Finn," Kurt said. "He ate the whole pan-full before they were even cool the last time Carole made them."
Dave was quiet for a moment before chuckling softly. "How did we get here?" he asked, thumb moving over Kurt's knuckles slowly.
"You mean the plane?" Kurt asked, playing dumb. "Well, there were these two brothers, Wilbur and Orville Wright—"
"Kurt," Dave laughed. "Shut up."
"Thank God, because I skipped the physics unit on aerodynamics," Kurt replied. He turned and kissed Dave's shoulder through his shirt. "I think maybe we were always supposed to wind up here, even after everything that happened."
"Yeah...?" Dave leaned back so he could look at Kurt.
"Once we got past the volatility, we just fit
," Kurt replied. "Instant closeness. And I know some of my friends thought I was cheating on Blaine with you, the spring of our senior year of high school."
"What?" Dave laughed, a little too loudly, but managed not to wake anyone up. "That's so stupid," he murmured. "Jesus, all the times I cried in front of you after what happened? Pretty sure that wasn't sexy."
"They don't know that. They just knew I was with you more often than I was with him," Kurt reasoned. "I'm glad he was so understanding about it. Things could've gotten really uncomfortable."
"He probably just figured I wasn't a threat," Dave pointed out.
Kurt shrugged. "I'm not a cheater," he said. "Even if I did
find you attractive in a ruggedly handsome sort of way, I never would've acted on it as long as I was with Blaine."
Dave grinned. "Wait, you thought I was cute? Then
"Maybe," Kurt admitted, hiding a smile. "Especially at prom. The way you asked me to dance was very endearing, and I could definitely appreciate how well you cleaned up."
"Well, I'm just glad you didn't kill me for stepping on your shoes—I'm not a bad dancer, by the way. You just made me nervous," Dave replied, lips curving into a small smile.
"I only limped for a couple days afterwards," Kurt joked.
"Shut up," Dave murmured, then leaned in and kissed Kurt slowly. When he pulled away he huffed a soft laugh. "I would've killed for you to let me do that back then," he said. "But, you know, I think I'm happy everything happened exactly the way it did."
Kurt nodded. "We were friends long enough that we could work out any residual negativity. I don't know if we would've been able to get past everything if we'd started dating in high school." Kurt grinned and kissed Dave again. "There's another upside to having waited so long to get together. We managed to avoid subjecting one another to our sexually awkward phases."
"Aww, what, you don't think it woulda been kind of sweet, figuring it all out together?" Dave cooed.
"Are you kidding? I was so prudish that I couldn't even bring myself to watch porn without a minor freak out," Kurt laughed.
? Says the guy who won't let me blow him in the bathroom," Dave joked.
"I'll let you blow me in your bathroom," Kurt replied. "Fewer paparazzi in your bathroom."
"Fair deal," Dave laughed. "But I'm gonna keep bothering you about it because it's fun."