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David placed the chair down in the corner of the room. “Thank you for helping me move David.” I heard myself say. “Of course, anytime Kurt. What are mates for?”
The music changed to a slower-paced song and David threw his head back revealing the hint of sweat glistening on his neck. I swallowed, unexpectedly finding myself attracted to the vulnerability showing on my former bully. “I love this song” he stated, eyes closed. After a few seconds, he turned his gaze towards me, his blue eyes locking with mine. “Y’know I still owe you a dance,” Dave said with a nervous, lopsided smile on his face. It took me a second to realise he was referring to the prom incident. It had happened nearly 4 years ago; I was surprised he even remembered it.
I took his outstretched hand and he pulled me close, wrapping his hands around my waist. I flung my right arm around his neck and rested my left hand on his incredibly muscled bicep, then nuzzled my head into his neck. Unable to stop myself I inhaled the scent of his sweat. It smelt almost sweet. I tried to distract myself by instead focusing on the music. It was a country playlist that David had put on. The condition of him helping me move my furniture was we had to listen to his music. As much as I hate country music, it was a small inconvenience for a greater good.
When David moved to New York last year, I went to coffee with him, finally following through with my many promises to be his friend in High School. Of course, I hadn’t actually meant all those times I told him in High School we could be friends. I meant it as more of an ‘I’ll pretend you never bullied me, and we will call it friendship kind of way.’ But we are adults now, and when he called, I was slightly curious as to what he was up to, so I had said yes. I definitely did not plan on enjoying his company or wanting to be his friend for real. But here we were a year later, and I would probably consider him one of my best friends here in New York.
“The music played, we held each other close and we danced.” David sang along in my ear. I froze and pulled back to look at him. To make sure it was actually him singing. His voice was deep and crooning. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a voice so beautiful. His eyes locked with mine again, they bore into me and I couldn’t look away if I tried. I swallowed before whispering “I didn’t know you could sing.” “Um, yeah, I actually wanted to be a singer when I was a kid, but dad shut that down pretty quick.” I could see the hurt flash across his eyes at the memory of whatever his dad must’ve said to him about the issue. I wanted more than anything to take the hurt away. I wanted to make sure this man in my arms never hurt again. Losing all control of myself, I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were rough and chapped, a hard pressure against mine, but somehow, also soft, and moulded with mine as if they were always supposed to. It was slow and sweet and perfect.
My eyes flung open and I sat up bracing myself in my bed. There was no way I just had a dream about Karofsky. A guy who bullied me for years. I have Blaine. I love Blaine, not that I’ve told him that yet. Brains do crazy things all the time, it means nothing. And yet it felt so real. As if it wasn’t a dream at all. Stop it Kurt. Of course, it was a dream. I don’t like Karofsky, and I never will.
I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and checked the time – 7.30 am – I sent a quick txt to Blaine “I can’t wait for coffee. K xo" then decided to get up and shower.