A/N: Okay, here's the epilogue. FYI, before you read... because I'm too lazy to make sure it's clear, part one takes place about three months after the original fic, part two is one week before senior year, and part three is kinda obvious. The third was my original thought of an epilogue, part one stemmed from a comment (on my LJ account), and part two was by popular request (also at LJ). Hopefully you enjoy them all!

I don't own Glee.

Misunderstandings: An Epilogue in Three Parts

Part 1 – Mother Dearest!

Dave couldn't stop grinning. Kurt had just left, after yet another heavy make out session. It just got better every time. They never went any further than that first day, but they had experimented a bit more. Getting to know what the other liked.

It had been three months since that first day, and Dave still couldn't believe that Kurt was into him. But he kept going, putting more and more of himself into it, hoping that Kurt wouldn't break his heart.

Somehow they had managed to avoid Dave's mom, but today she had been home the entire time. Thinking of it like that was awkward, but it added a new kind of kink, having to stay quiet. Overall, it had been fun. Not that he wanted his mom in the house every time – Dave shuddered – that was just too weird.

But today had been the day before Kurt had to leave for his family vacation. They'd barely be able to even talk on the phone since Burt and Carole had banned them from the trip. The up side was that Kurt promised to take pictures of hot guys so they could fantasize together when he got back. That would definitely be interesting.

For now, Dave just relaxed, fantasizing about Kurt, what things could be like in the future, outside of the bedroom. He was so deep in his thoughts that he almost missed his mother's tentative knock on his door.

"David?" she called softly, as if afraid of scaring him away.

"Yeah, Mom," said Dave, sitting up, "Come on in."

He watched as his door opened and he saw his mom's head peak in before she completely entered.

"I thought you were having alone time, David," she said, glancing around the room before sitting at the foot of the bed.

"Umm, I was?" said Dave, tentatively. Why was she bringing that up?

"Then who was it that just left?"

Dave blanched. "Umm…"

His mom held up a hand, "Careful what you say next, David. I'm not stupid. I want the truth."

Swallowing the lump in his throat Dave started with the easy stuff. "That was Kurt." Then he amped up the difficulty, "He's my boyfriend." Then the hardest to words he'd ever say to his mom, "I'm gay."

To his utter amazement, she only sighed… then smiled? "Doesn't it feel better to be open about it?" she asked.

Completely confused Dave just gaped. "What?"

"Baby, I've known for a while now. The name Kurt came up too many times for him to be a friend, and it's definitely not a girl's name."

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

She took Dave's hand and squeezed it. "I wanted you to tell me yourself. You needed to be ready. Then of course, when you first started seeing Kurt–"

Dave cut her off, "How do you know that?"

"A mother's intuition. David, you were happier. You even brought your grades up. I knew there was someone. I would have said something sooner, but when I was putting away your clothes the other day I found your box of…" she waved a hand dismissively.

"Oh God!" mumbled Dave, covering his face in embarrassment. "You found my condoms."

"Would it make you feel better if I said that I didn't really care because I noticed they were still closed?" She waited until Dave looked back at her before continuing. "I trust you, Dave. The fact that you have them and that they're closed means you aren't being careless."

"So why'd you come up to ask who Kurt was?" asked Dave, suddenly suspicious.

"I thought I'd find out if the box was still closed…"

"MOM!" cried Dave, pulling as far from her as he could.

"Don't worry," she cried over him, "I just wanted to make sure you didn't have any questions."

Dave just stared at her in horror.

"Well?"

"NO!" he cried.

"You don't have questions, or you didn't open the box?"

"BOTH! Mom, please, just drop it. I do not want to get any kind of talk from you about any of that."

She nodded, patting his knee and standing up. "That's fine with me. Just remember, if you do have questions you can ask me. I've been reading some pretty hot man on man love in my romance books recently."

"MOM!" cried Dave, tossing a pillow at her. "STOP!"

All he heard was her almost evil laugh as she walked out and back to the kitchen.