It all began with a phone call.

It was 3.45 in the morning when Kurt's pillow began to vigorously vibrate. He groggily rolled over, groping in the darkness to find the source of the vibrations and found his phone, jabbing at the screen to answer the call he was receiving.

He lifted his phone to his ear and mumbled, "Hello?"

"Kurt! Kurt it's me!" slurred a voice on the other end, and suddenly Kurt was wide awake. That voice... it couldn't be...

"David Karofsky? How the hell did you get my number?" he demanded immediately.

"Finn used my phone to call you, but that's not important!" Dave said down the phone. Kurt noticed a difference in his voice. It was obvious what the difference was by the way he slurred his words and the fact that he was actually ringing Kurt.

"David... are you drunk?" Kurt asked.

"No! I may have had like some vodka and this other weird smelling shit that Az gave me, but I can take it," Dave insisted.

"What do you want David?"

"I neeeeed to tell you something! 'Cause I kissed you and you are reeeeeeeally pissed at me for that," Dave mumbled. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"I love you, Kurt," whispered Dave.

Kurt didn't speak. He just waited. Waited for something to happen. He couldn't believe this. David Karofsky, ringing him at almost four in the morning for something as ridiculous as this. You'd think he'd be leaving Kurt alone after all he'd done, all the Kurt knew. Perhaps his drunk condition made him forget about that.

"Kurt? You still there? You pissed off at me, Kurt?" Dave said, quietly.

"David. If you wish to prank call me, can you please do it during the day. Some people like sleeping," Kurt muttered, yawning as tiredness dawned over him.

"Prank call? What the fuck are you on about Kurt? This isn't a prank call. I'm in fucking love with you. Why the fuck would I kiss you if I wasn't? You're so hot and sexy and cute and you have the hottest fucking ass on Earth. And, and, and you have this really sexy voice. Like when you were singing 'Pure Imagination' on Thursday and I was outside listening for you and you were really good and you're so fucking amazing and fuck Kurt!" Dave babbled, ending with a choked sob.

"David, are you crying?"

"No! I just... fuck, Kurt! I want you so bad!"

Kurt listened to what he said. He wasn't serious, surely?

But how did he know what song Kurt had sang on Thursday? Has he really been outside listening?

Kurt wasn't sure how to take this. Should he be flattered? Freaked out? Should he hang up, carry on talking? What was going on?

"David... can I call you back when you're not completely intoxicated?" Kurt mumbled.

"You can call me whenever the fuck you like," Dave replied.

"Okay, night David," said Kurt, slamming his finger on the screen to end the call. He dropped his phone back on his mattress and settled into the pillow, closing his eyes in attempt to get back to sleep.

But it was bugging him. Was David joking? Was it drunk talk? Or was he serious? How did he know about the song, there had to be an explaination, right?

Dave woke up in the early afternoon, his head pounding hard. He tried to recall last night, but his head protested and he gave up trying. His phone was flashing like crazy and he scooped it up from the bedside table, reading the notifications that had popped up during his slumber.

3 missed calls from 'Fancy'.

Kurt had rang him? What the fuck had he done?

Okay, so here's just the opening part so you can get the idea of what this story involves. Tell me whether or not you like the idea of this story so far. I'll be adding to it shortly hopefully. Anyway, I'm working on my other story too, so I'll try and do both if I can :')