14: [Action] Night Moves

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[ooc; Double-date is for Dean, Castiel, Santana, and...the mystery date.]

"She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes," Dean mumbles somewhat in-key, flicking his BIC lighter open and touching the flame to the candles settled on the table.  He's done his best, really - someone as unromantic as Dean Winchester trying to plan anything remotely sexy (And not in the raw, natural way) is almost destined to fail in a spectacular fashion, but at least he tried.  He's commandeered one of the unused studies on the first floor, yanking a table into the middle and arranging four chairs around it.  There's plenty of food - the kitchen provided well: some fancy salad for whoever his date would be, something Italian (with breadsticks) for Santana, a burger for Cas, a steak for himself.

God, he's starving.

"...out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy," Dean chuckles, tucking his lighter away, "Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy...workin' on our night moves."  He hums through the chorus, poking a plate on the table to one side to make it just right.  He adjusts his tie with a little grimace.  Dean doesn't look bad; in fact, he looks really good*, but it's only because the closet wouldn't give him anything else.  Dean had asked it for something 'nicer', and after four times asking the same question he decided to take the goddamn striped shirt and tie and wear it.

Cas is supposed to show up soon.  Before the dates arrive.  Dean checks his watch and makes a face.  "...c'mon, Cas.  It's show time."  Shuffling over to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace, he throws himself on fine, silk fabric with a little sigh.

With any luck, he might get some action tonight.

Finally.

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A feathered boa. Dean wonders what Kurt's dad is like and how amazingly tolerant he's been all these years in a time of prejudice. Not that Dean is prejudiced, because he's not - He just doesn't bat for the other team. For some untold reason, though, Kurt (and Santana, apparently) appear to be laboring under the delusion that Dean digs guys.

He wishes he knew how to fix this. If Sammy were here, or even Jo, they could dispel the accusations. God fucking damn it. Dean concentrates on his steak and feels his stomach rolls in distress as he realizes he's halfway done with it. He's got to pace himself or he won't have any reason to prolong replies.

"There are a lot of things you can't do until you're a certain age, after all."

Yeah, like me. His mind spits sarcastically as his face remains perfectly composed. He should win a fucking Oscar for this performance. "Yeah, join the army, voting, drinking," Dean supplies, filling in the blank and avoiding the obvious legally have sex with older men and/or women.

He'll let Kurt finish that if he's so intent on pointing it out when it's so obvious it's screaming at them.

Dean smiles harmlessly, "Which one are you looking forward to the most?"

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He could just blurt it out, but he'd rather take his time. Say it slowly, in between nibbles of salad. This is a first date after all.

"Well, certainly not joining the army," he says bluntly. "I couldn't even if I wanted to, with Don't Ask Don't Tell in place. I was in the closet long enough, thank you."

Of course, it's been repealed since Kurt left his world, but he has no way of knowing that information, being from early 2010.

"Voting...will be nice," he admits. He's not quite as passionate, but he knows it's important, which is more than he can say about most of his peers. "It will be good to have a say in my country's politics, once I'm legally able to."

He wrinkles his nose over the drinking. "It will be nice to be able to buy my own wine or champagne for social events, but alcohol...doesn't really agree with me."

Or more accurately, he spent a couple of days coming to to school drunk in order to find the courage to be himself, until eventually he showed up so wasted he was throwing up on Ms. Pillsbury's shoes. A glass of wine is one thing, but he isn't looking forward to the binge-drinking opportunities like many kids his age. Either way, he's looking away and not planning on telling that story ever. Ever.

"But mostly, I'm looking forward to just...turning eighteen in general. People are taken more seriously once they cross that line into adulthood," he says, with a hint of a smile. "And besides, then I won't have to explain to anyone that the age of consent in Ohio is actually sixteen, unless the other party is a teacher or a coach or something along those lines. There wouldn't be a need to explain anything at all."

To be fair, Kurt's pretty sure people will be asking if he's really over eighteen until he's in his thirties. He tries not to let it bother him. His youthful appearance will help him when he's a star one day.

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Kurt isn't making this easy at all. The real question that Dean is stabbing himself repeatedly with is this: Why hadn't he noticed this earlier? Maybe it wasn't as obvious at the time, or he was just so caught up in events that it didn't occur to him. He carried the kid bridal style when he had a broken ankle, for Chrissakes. And stripped in front of him in order to go swimming. Dean hadn't been helping himself at all, just encouraging behavior he hadn't noticed until it was too late.

There was still time, right? He can fix this. Shit, what did Santana tell Kurt? If she made anything up about Dean asking specifically for the kid, or worse - Dean being gay. Fuck. That had to be it. It's why they were so gung-ho about spending time with him. They must be convinced that he bats for the other team.

Yeah, tell that to the league of ladies I left behind.

And oh God. Oh God, Kurt is actually talking about the age of consent and this is just Bad with a capital goddamn 'b', and Dean is sure that any guilt he gets from this is going to crush him harder than Hell might. This double-date is worse than any event thus far. Admittedly, the thought of Kurt turning eighteen is sorta funny, because while he's a nice kid and all, he looks like a porcelain doll, but...

...he's too...something. Not naive, but similar. Like Sammy used to be.

"Oh, yeah?" Dean tries to be supportive. He really, really tries. "And what happens after the switch to manhood? True love?"

He neglects to mention that he thinks 'true love' is a load of bull.

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"Oh, something like that." He sort of chuckles out the words, and he looks up at Dean with a look a sixteen-year-old probably shouldn't be giving someone who's twenty-eight. Dean's probably seen it before - mischievous eyes, a small smile curling on his face. Classic flirty face.

Kurt would love true love. He's been hoping for it since his first Disney princess movie. Turning eighteen would certainly open more doors to more possible suitors (or rather any possible suitors). But that didn't stop Kurt from thinking about it now, at sixteen. For all he knew, maybe Dean could be that true love he's been dreaming of. ...Probably not, but it was worth a try.

"You look nice, by the way," Kurt says innocently, as though it's really a change of subject. "It's a shame I don't see you wearing a shirt and tie combination more often, since it suits you so well."

What a shame indeed, when he looks so nice.

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Dean knows that face. He's seen it plenty of times before, and right now it is particularly inappropriate considering a number of factors: the circumstances, the age difference, the fact that he's not gay, to name a few. It's an expression he never wanted to see on Kurt's face, especially not directed at him.

It's not like Dean hasn't had people making moony eyes at him before, but this is the worst - and he knows Kurt, too. How long has this been going on?

"Uh," Dean replied intelligently, taking a moment to re-process the instantaneous horror at being complimented before reassuring himself that he's gotten complimented before, and it always managed to feed his ego in the nicest of ways. Hell, he knows he looks good, even if he'd never wear this shit in real life. Fuckin' magic closet.

"...thanks," He manages weakly, reaching for his beer and taking a heavy swallow. Under the table, Dean kicks Cas' shin and takes the instant when Kurt is looking down at his salad to give Castiel an expression that says IaminwayovermyheaddudeholyJesusfuck, before glancing back to his 'date'. Dean mentally groans.

"I don't really like ties," He elaborates, reaching up to loosen said garment and popping the top button of his shirt. Is it hot in here, or is it just him? "Feels like a noose. Your, um...coat...is kinda cool."

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Dean's kick is enough to actually shift Cas' chair back a bit. That must be how he knows it's not Santana this time. Not because he has some sort of connection to Dean, or anything. Could maybe be the tread of Dean's boot he could feel as it impacted, too.

Cas' answering expression pretty much echoes Dean's, and also says Ihavenoideaeitherthisisallyourfaultyoutrickedmeandcalledmeinhere. (Castiel's expressions are very eloquent, okay.)

And hey, how come Dean gets to loosen his own tie when he tightened Castiel's before this ordeal began?

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"You get used to it," Kurt shrugs. His neck is covered in some way in more outfits than not though, so he's more than a little biased. "I suppose you wouldn't be you if you wore them on a frequent basis though."

Kurt hates himself a little for it, so he'll never admit it directly, but the terrible sense of fashion suits Dean, in a way. It just adds to his handsome hunter image, which is an incredibly appealing one - much more so than Kurt would have ever imagined. But he has fashion cred to maintain, so he would never, ever, ever say so out loud. Besides, if Dean suddenly started dressing better constantly, Kurt would just be forced to suspect another mirror event was taking place.

You know, after the ogling. Because there would be a lot of ogling. There would be plenty of time for suspicion later.

Speaking of suspicion, when Kurt looks up from his salad he sees Cas looking over at Dean, and he quickly shoots him a dark look. Dean is his date. Cas could stare at Santana or something. She would probably love that.

"Thank you though," he adds, returning his full attention to Dean, where it should be. "It's Roberto Cavalli. I picked it out just for the occasion."

It doesn't really matter to anyone but him, and he knows it, but he beams anyway, adjusting his faux medal.

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Dean doesn't know who Roberto Cavalli is, and he's pretty sure he wouldn't care unless the man manufactured shotguns, but as long as Kurt's happy then that's a good thing. This is getting steadily worse, though. Dean actually catches the look that Kurt sends Cas' way, and the hunter internally cringes. Yeah, like he and Cas are an item.

And from what Kurt had said about love and all that crap...he legitimately believed in it, was convinced that he'd find it some day. Dean doesn't want to be the one to crush potential into the dust, particularly when he likes the kid so much for all of his crazy.

"Yeah, can you imagine me as some corporate douchebag?" Dean chuckles, relaxing a little. "Pushing papers, drinking lattes." He grimaces. The image is remarkably strong and he doesn't like it.

Besides, it's best to change the subject before he gets some confession of undying love. Dean isn't sure he can handle that.

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Just the mental image of Dean as a corporate douchebag is enough to warrant a chuckle from Kurt. He shakes his head. Just...no. No.

"You don't have to submit to a corporate hell to be well-dressed, you know," he says. "Plenty of successful men donned a suit nearly every day. Frank Sinatra, Clark Gable, Humphrey Bogart..."

It occurs to Kurt midway through his list that he's not entirely sure Dean will care about any of these names. He thinks hard, trying to come up with someone more current that Dean might care about.

"...James Bond?" he offers.

Hey, it worked once? Besides, if Dean is true love, then he's going have to get used to Kurt attempting to force him into nice things on a regular basis. It will be good for Dean. It will put some culture in his life, and in his wardrobe.

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Dean is ninety-nine percent positive that any corporate Hell would be infinitely worse than real Hell. He's not speaking from experience, but wearing a noose around his neck every day and slaving away for the man, never leaving, staying still...it sounds awful. The thought of having a Prius over his baby is enough to force Dean into knocking back the rest of his beer, a slightly concerned expression on his face.

And no, he doesn't recognizes most of the names. He knows for a fact that Frank Sinatra had connections to the mafia, which is pretty damn cool, but the other titles mean absolutely nothing to him. Except the last one.

Dean breaks into a grin at the suggestion, "...yeah, okay. James Bond. I'll give you that. No friggin' idea how he beats the crap outta everyone he does in a suit, but he's got style." The hunter rubs his chin speculatively.

There is the question as to why Kurt keeps pushing dressing better. Dean isn't going to play Barbie for anyone, but he's got the sinking feeling that it has something to do with the staring Kurt has started doing. Or rather, the staring that Dean has finally noticed. Biting back the obligatory Dean-comment about much preferring being naked in certain situations - because that really wouldn't help, he's walking on eggshells as things are - Dean clears his throat and debates whether or not to address the subject of Kurt's affections.

It has to be done. He has to know.

"So dude," A complete non-sequitur. "How've your prospects been here, what with 'true love'-" Dean finger-quotes; he can't help it. "...and all? Not gonna lie, with all these people around you got a lotta options."

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First of all, to be entirely fair, Kurt doesn't mean to be controlling and obsessive when he talks about Dean dressing better. He just...is. There's no one to blame for that but whoever let him get a hold of all of those issues of Vogue and Cosmo as a child, with their five million variations on "How to Catch the Perfect Man". Kurt wasn't going to catch the perfect man, which is why he always imagines there will be extensive grooming of the boy in question (see subject Finn Hudson).

Kurt hums thoughtfully at the question. Sure, Dean. Kurt could beat around the bush, dance ever-so carefully around the subject, and follow Dean in turn. It's cute of him to be so indirect about it, really. So he flirts back (or more correctly, flirts at Dean's non-sequitur, which was completely misinterpreted as flirting in the first place).

"Well, it's much better than at home, certainly," he laughs. "I was the only gay kid in my school, and possibly in my entire town, who had the nerve to come out of the closet. My prospects at love were completely miserable, and that's not including all of the harassment I endured."

He's not bitching, not really. Kurt just states all of it like fact and moves on from the subject swiftly.

"Here though, there isn't so much of a social taboo on homosexuality," he says, giving a contented sigh. "I even know other gay people here. Trouble is, it feels like most of them are either unavailable or deeply uncomfortable with admitting who they are on some psychological level, feeling the need to mask their emotions behind a straight facade and hiding in a closet built entirely out of their repressed emotions."

Hi Dean.

"Though, who knows? People here seem to be braver than they are at home," Kurt adds, eying Dean thoughtfully. "Stronger, even. Maybe being so far from home and away from everyone they know might encourage some people to take baby steps toward a kind of love they never accepted into their lives before."

Kurt smiles at him. "This is far from a safe place in most respects, but in regards to sexual orientation? It's not at all dangerous. So, I fully expect my prospects to look up in the near future."

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Dean has Sam. Sam talks a lot. Sam can talk someone's ear off. But Dean has never heard someone ramble on as much as Kurt does. This is to the extent of being unhealthy. Somebody's gotta warn the kid before he makes a person spontaneously combust. Dean knows that Kurt means well, and tends to over-explain when he wants to get his point across, but this is just unnecessary.

Unnecessary, and inappropriate.

So his assumption was correct, then. Dean has been placed into the 'gay' slot by both Santana and Kurt. Jesus fuck, kids these days. Just because a man watches Dr. Sexy, M.D., does not mean he isn't straight as an arrow.

The reference is too blatant. Dean knows for a fact that he isn't repressed, that he enjoys the company of women immensely, and could extrapolate in great detail many of his sexual exploits with women because they were so fucking awesome, but he won't. He listens to Kurt's mentioning of masks and suffocated emotions or whatever. He takes in the young man's introspective notions about people opening up to different things during their time here.

And when Kurt smiles at him, it's so heartbreakingly hopeful that Dean can't help but think of his younger brother and how much Kurt reminds him of Sammy. Which is why he takes a deep breath and props one elbow on the table rudely, leaning a little closer to speak in hushed tones.

"Okay, look," His tone is perfectly blunt, expression serious, "We need to talk. Like a serious, man-to-man talk. Not at this dinner table, not with-" Dean's eyes dart to Santana and he grimaces. "...yeah. Just...we need to talk alone. Are you done with that?" He looks down at Kurt's salad, because clearly he's not going to do this here while they have an audience. Dean has the sinking feeling that Kurt is going to take this very, very badly.

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Something cold runs through Kurt, and when it hits his stomach it kills any appetite he has left. He's very still, for a moment, just looking at Dean. For a second, his youth really shows; he looks like a child about to get in trouble for something he knows he did.

But he forces it back, trudges up some weak thing half-resembling a smile, and a chuckle chokes out of him, because it's all he can do, really.

"...Sure. O-okay," he says. "Right. A talk. ...Mm. Oh, yes, I'm done."

It's only about half-eaten, but Kurt's relatively sure he would just end up staring at the rest of it anyway. Kurt stands, forcing himself to not crumble where he is, and gives some kind of quick and meaningless parting words to Santana and Cas - so unimportant that he'll forget them in just a minute or two.

He nods at Dean, ready to go, but not feeling as good about leaving alone with Dean as he thought he might. He lets himself hope a little that maybe Dean is just pulling him aside to confess his love for him, and carry him off into the sunset for happily ev-

...But, Kurt's not an idiot. He heard the sigh; he saw the body language and the serious expression. He knows their date just took a turn for the worse, and it pulls at him inside. Was he too obvious? Did he embarrass Dean in front of Santana and Cas? Was he too forceful about Dean coming out? Kurt knows deep down that it's not something anyone should force someone to do, but seeing someone who isn't out is difficult for a whole multitude of reasons.

"Right. ...Let's go have that talk," he tries.

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As if Dean doesn't feel guilty enough already, Kurt looks at him like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Kurt is just as conscious of his decisions to do whatever the Hell he's been doing around Dean, and he knows it. Dean returns the nod and stands, excusing himself from the table and leading Kurt through the study door and across the hall, into one of the other small living rooms. He shuts the door behind them quietly and takes a seat in one of the chairs, gesturing that Kurt do the same as he leans forward to prop his elbows on his knees and lace his fingers together. Steeling himself, Dean looks at the young man and begins sincerely.

"I like you, Kurt. You're a great guy. You've got...a lot of talent and ambition, and I admire that. You've got big dreams. You're not afraid to push for what you want." And here comes the big 'but'.

"...but..." Dean takes a deep breath. "There are some things you shouldn't push for." He looks down at his clasped hands guiltily for a moment before continuing. "...I'm not gonna lie, Kurt. It took me a damn long time to figure out what's been going on. And...I realized that you've been mistaking friendliness for something else. I don't wanna hurt you. Out of everyone here, I trust you the most, and that's-" Dean laughs hollowly. "In my case, that's sayin' something."

He lifts his head again. This should not be that hard. Why is this so hard? It's like when Sam found out about their mother, about their father, about everything. Dean feels it wrenching his stomach and he swallows hard.

"I'm sorry, Kurt. Even if I did bat for the other team, I'm still twenty-eight, and you're still sixteen, and...you're not gonna like this, but when I look at you, I see my brother. I see someone who I can put my faith in, who I would trust to not lie to me, who I can count on when I need them the most. Someone I would protect when the going got tough."

Dean rubs the back of his neck and sits in the silence for another instant. "...what you want...it isn't wrong, Kurt. I know why you want it. Sam wanted it too. But no one should want that with someone like me." His mouth is dry, and not in the good way, as he licks his lips and tries to wrap up the sappy moment.

"One day you're gonna find someone you wanna spend the rest of your life with." Even knowing that Castiel raises him from the dead, even knowing that he gets yet another chance at life, Dean also knows very well that the only thing waiting for him is the Apocalypse. Green eyes dart back up to make sure that Kurt is looking at him.

"It just won't be me."

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Kurt isn't looking at him. He was, for a while. Then the tears started welling up, and he had to turn his head away. He's never believed himself to be a very pretty crier anyway. He works so hard on his appearance, and tears just unravel him completely. But mostly, he's embarrassed and hurt, but it's so obvious that it's almost rude to point it out.

He's trying to hold himself together though, so he doesn't come completely undone. He intends to hold onto a small shred of dignity on this date (Was it even a date anymore? Was it ever one?). Finally, he looks at Dean as much as he can stand to.

"...Friendliness. Really," Kurt breathes out, just barely.

The words hang in the air, eating up all the oxygen in the room.

"You..." Kurt isn't sure where to even begin, and then suddenly it all pours out at once. "No straight guy is that friendly to someone he knows is gay, and I stopped making a secret of that months ago."

Kurt bites his lip and shuts his eyes. He takes a deep breath, and then-

"I was as careful as I could be, you know. Just in case you weren't...in case you weren't gay," he says. "I would test the waters, flirt a little, and you would flirt right back and I thought...that you, maybe."

He can't even finish it because obviously that wasn't the case, and it's so glaring now. But it still doesn't explain Dean, or his behavior, or how he's okay with all of this - with all of him - but somehow now gay himself. His father is okay with it, but that's different. And even then, he still remembers that burning jealousy of watching his dad and Finn bond.

"How could you not know what you were doing?" Kurt accuses him. "I mean, God, I never would have guessed someone could be that completely freaking oblivious to...to how they come off, what they say...what it means. I mean seriously! Come on, Dean!"

It's not really Dean's fault, of course. Not really. But Kurt can't help feeling hurt and manipulated and cheated somehow. He was so close to something special, and then it was just yanked away from him so suddenly. He chokes back a sob.

"I can't believe you, Dean!" he hisses out, shaking his head.

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Dean knew that it wasn't going to be easy. And that much is obvious now, as Kurt remains silent for a moment, tears running tracks into his cheeks. This is the part where Dean panics; the part where he doesn't know what the Hell he's doing and how to help or console because honestly, he's awful at it. He's never been the best at comforting his own brother in times of need, because emotions are fucking hard.

Occasionally he tries to interject, but falls silent each time Kurt's voice strengthens. Dean knows that it hurts. He's never really experienced heartbreak of this magnitude, considering the fact that...admittedly, he's usually the one breaking hearts. By now, any women with serious intentions towards Dean know how fast he can run when he's got someone stuck on him.

And yeah, okay, he's friendly. Why is that a bad thing? Why is it so hard to believe that Dean might manage to find something in common with a kid who likes everything he doesn't? It does sound awful that Kurt reminds him so strongly of Sam. Like a tinier, gay Sam. There are just so many similarities that remind Dean of being home.

"Look, Kurt," Dean says in all seriousness, as soon as the kid burns out. "I don't know how it is in your world, but I'm not exactly the discriminating type." He at least deserves the chance to defend himself. "And yeah; yeah, okay, I was oblivious," He admits, gritting his teeth and holding himself together. "I'm not exactly used to-" Dean frowns, trying to avoid the term 'teenager'. "...men...liking me. And I sort of..."

Now that Dean thinks about it, he twists everything into innuendo. It's just the way he is.

"...I always act that way. I'm sorry, Kurt. I know you're probably not gonna forgive me; I wouldn't blame you, because I didn't pay attention. I could've said something sooner. But I didn't, and there's nothing I can do about it now."

He tries to keep from sounding stupidly desperate about this. Dean shouldn't care so much. Kurt Hummel is just some flamboyant, fashion-obsessed kid with a high-voice. But that's not the part that really matters. It's the painfully familiar bitchface, the sharp, cutting wit, and the way he can banter so easily with Dean that makes the hunter happy. To some extent, Kurt kept him from killing himself with alcohol poisoning on several occasions.

"...Kurt." Dean clears his throat a little. "I don't stop very often. I don't spread roots. I move, all the time. It's by choice and necessity, because I can't stand being tied down, and the job kinda requires it." He laughs weakly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Being here was a big pain in my ass at first, and you were the first person to talk to me. That's why I didn't notice, dude. And I'll say it again, I'm-"

He stops, reaching over to the side-table with a little sigh and taking a tissue from the tissue box, offering it to Kurt. "...I'm sorry."