Disclaimer: Glee is not mine
The warmth of the midmorning sun creeping between the blinds and across his face is what wakes him. Kurt stretches, back arching like a cat's, before sinking back into the mattress. He loves weekends now even more than when he was a teenager; the laziness and slow pace and being able to just snuggle back into sleep with the jersey knit bed sheets still warm and smooth against his bare skin.
The body next to him shifts and Kurt lets out a purr as he feels soft lips against his throat. "Mmm. Morning," Dave says in his ear, one hand skating over Kurt's stomach to caress his hip. Kurt shivers, the different sensations jumbling in his still-groggy brain. Dave laughs, the sound rumbling and deep and drowsy against where he's kissing Kurt's shoulder.
"Good morning to you too," Kurt says. He squints open his eyes and smiles. "How'd you sleep?"
Something flickers in Dave's expression and he draws back, his hand coming up to trace nonsense curlicues around Kurt's navel. "I…had kind of a nasty dream," he says. "About you. Us. Both."
Kurt's eyebrows draw together. "What happened?"
Dave hesitates for a long moment. His chin was ducked and his eyes averted in the way they always did when he both did and didn't want to talk about something. "We were back in high school," he says slowly.
Kurt snorts. "Was I as big a stuck-up snot as I remember?" he asks, trying to take the edge off of the sting this dream is causing. Dave pokes him in the stomach.
"No," he says, managing a tiny smile. "You were amazing and brilliant and gorgeous and the other ten thousand things you've always been." Kurt grins and leans up to give Dave a quick kiss, momentarily heedless of morning breath.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," he teases.
Dave laughs, but the sound is hollow. "I wasn't anything great, though," he says. His voice is barely louder than their in-window air conditioner and Kurt slides a little closer to hear. "It was like a horror movie. I kept…I kept hurting you over and over and it was like once I started it was never going to stop." His eyes finally met Kurt's, green-flecked hazel glassy with the tears he was trying not to shed. "And you just kept getting farther and father away from me." His voice broke and he looked away again, breath harsh and heavy.
They'd been together for five years now, the anger and resentment pushed to the past where it belonged when high school ended and Dave was free to be himself. Even so, there were some walls that Dave still held on to far past their demolition date. Kurt leans in close, hooking an ankle around Dave's calf and resting their foreheads together as his hand slides up Dave's arm. Dave sniffs hard and looks at him, a sliver of that scared-as-hell teenage boy he used to be shining through.
"I thought I was going to lose you forever," he whispers.
Kurt kisses him, slow and deep and soothing to chase the demons away and ground Dave in the now. His fingers tangle in the mussed hair at the back of Dave's neck as he pulls back, thumb stroking the corner of Dave's jaw. "Good thing it was just a dream, then, huh?" he murmurs with a meaningful look.
Dave actually manages a small smile that that, a half-felt laugh bubbling up from deep in his chest. "Yeah," he agrees, though he pulls Kurt in just a little bit closer anyway.
Kurt's head tucks against Dave's shoulder, one hand still tracing the too-tense muscles. Dave's arms wrap tightly around him as if afraid he'll sublimate and vanish if Dave doesn't hold on tight enough. Warm and safe and just together for a moment, they share a slatted sunbeam and drift back to sleep.