A/N: Because Cracktastic on Tumblr was like, "So I decided today that Karofsky rides a motorcycle. You can't change my mind. "
AND THEN I THOUGHT OF A "HAVE YOU EVER" INTERVIEW WITH THE GLEE CAST IN WHICH THEY ASKED, "HAVE YOU EVER RIDEN ON A MOTORCYCLE?" TO WHICH CHRIS COLFER RESPONDED, "NO, BUT I WANT TO! I'VE BEEN LOOKED INTO GETTING ONE. A BLUE NINJA NAGASAKI (or whatever brand he said)."

Hence, this drabble was born.

Note: if you couldn't tell, Dave and Kurt in this drabble have an established relationship already.

"Dave, what are you doing?" Kurt sighs as he walks blindly out of his home and down to his driveway. "This is ridiculous."

"Pipe down, or you'll ruin the surprise," the other quips with an evident smirk in his tone. He has a bandana wrapped around Kurt's eyes, and he's leading his boyfriend by the shoulders from behind. He stops, and halts Kurt in the process. "Here we are. Now, don't take off that blindfold until I tell you too, okay?"

"Whatever," Kurt shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. He can feel himself shiver with anticipation, and a bit with the temperature difference between being in his air conditioned house and being out here in the summer heat.

"Okay, take it off, now." Comes Dave's voice.

With another sigh, Kurt tugs the blindfold off and opens his eyes.

The scene before him takes a moment to set in.

Then, he's exclaiming with a dropped jaw, "You bought a motorcycle!"

"Yeah. Remember when I was gone for a whole weekend? Well, I was attending some motorcycling classes to get my license for it. And now I finally have the actual bike. Hope on, wouldya? I wanna take you for a ride, Fancy. Show you what the world looks like when you aren't confined to a car. Gotta say, 's nice."

Kurt honestly cannot process this right now. All he knows is that he want nothing more than to straddle that piece of machinery and grip his boyfriend's back tightly and whisper in his ear, "Then let's see it, baby."

And so he does precisely that.

"Hold on tight, Fancy. There's gonna be a winding road ahead." He grins, and as he revs the bike, he takes the helmet he brought off of the handlebars and hands it to the young man behind him. "And wear this, okay? It might be clunky and unfashionable with its clashing flames and all, but it'll keep your precious brains safe."

Kurt rolls his eyes at how Dave loves to poke fun at his obsession with fashion. Nonetheless, he takes the helmet, slides it on, and lowers the plastic shield on it. "Now let's ride, baby." Not quite the words he had planned, but it'll do.

Dave grins, kicks the stand, walks the bike backward, and then races down the street.

And Kurt has never felt more alive than in this moment, with the smell of Dave's leather vest in his nose and the feeling of his warm body in front of Kurt's, and the feeling of the win rushing past as the world feels so much closer and more intimate and intense than it does while riding in a car.

And Kurt loves it.

Best. Decision. Ever, Dave muses to himself.