Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Glee - it all belongs to Ryan Murphy and the Fox Network. I'm just playing with the characters a bit. I am making no money from this fic.

Chapter One

Kurt stared at the pile of David's tee shirts and sighed. This was what his life had become – a never-ending cycle of washing and folding and putting away. Once he was done with the tee shirts and put them in their shared bureau, he moved on to the laundry, mostly his, that needed to be hung up but didn't need to be ironed. There was a whole pile of things that needed to be ironed, which was his next chore. He sighed again. At twenty-three, Kurt had become a housewife.

Not that he didn't love the life he and David had built together, he did. But watching his fiancé's every dream come true while he was rejected again and again was a bitter pill to swallow. He was so proud of everything David had accomplished; he had been called up to the NHL right out of college and had been drafted by the New York Rangers. He'd played as an alternate for a year and had recently been informed that he'd been promoted to a starting position. Kurt was so happy for him, and yet, he'd gone on audition after audition and had been shot down every single time. Rachel was already on her way to winning a Tony, and Kurt couldn't even get cast in the chorus of a show. He'd been working at Starbucks since graduating from Julliard because unless he wanted to teach the craft to someone else, he really wasn't qualified for anything else. It was all beginning to wear on him.

"Kurt!" David called. Kurt looked at the clock – he got out of practice early. "Where are you, love?"

"Our room," Kurt called back and hung up the last of his shirts. David came barreling through the door and scooped Kurt into his arms; he spun them around, and Kurt giggled deliriously. "Someone's in a good mood," he chuckled.

David grinned brightly. "I just love you," he said. "A lot."

"I love you too, David," he said. "You have news."

David nodded, and his grin grew all the bigger – he pulled Kurt in for a quick kiss. "I got a raise."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah," David said, "it's part of the promotion, apparently."

"How much?"

"You can quit your job, if you want."

"That much?" Kurt wanted to feel happy about this; he wanted to be proud and smile and celebrate by covering David in kisses. But, instead, he felt like crying.

It must have shown on his face. "Kurt, what's wrong?" David let go of him and helped him over to the bed. "Here, sit down. You look sick."

Kurt choked on a sob. "I'm happy for you, David, I am," he said.

"But?"

"But nothing," he said and wiped at his tears. "I don't want talk about my problems, okay? Let's go celebrate."

"Kurt-"

"No," Kurt snapped. "No, I don't want to do this, okay? I want to celebrate my boyfriend's awesome promotion."

And just like that, David dropped it. Kurt knew the issue wasn't completely forgotten, the look in David's eye told him that, but he was grateful that it was tabled for now. "Fiancé," David said after a moment.

"What?"

"I'm your fiancé," David corrected. Kurt blushed – it wasn't a word David said out loud very often. Kurt thought it often enough, but with school and the distance, they hadn't talked about their engagement. When they moved in together two years before, Kurt thought they might get married – same sex marriage had been legalized in New York after all – but David never mentioned it. He was too focused on his burgeoning hockey career, and Kurt had let the issue fall away.

"I know you are," Kurt said. "I thought that maybe you had forgotten."

David shook his head and wrapped his arms around Kurt. "Not even for a second, love," he said. He slid off the bed and down onto one knee. "As a matter of fact," he said and pulled a ring box from his pocket, "Kurt Hummel, will you continue to be my fiancé?" He opened the box and revealed the most perfect white gold band inset with a small but beautiful diamond. It wasn't flashy or like a woman's ring – it was perfectly Kurt.

Kurt smiled and felt himself close to tears again; this time for a good reason. "Yeah," he murmured and giggled as David happily slid it onto his finger. "Feels more real now."

David nodded. "I wanted to wait until I could support you to ask again." He took Kurt's hands; his thumb almost automatically rubbed over the ring on Kurt's finger. "I want you to do whatever you have to do to achieve your dreams, Kurt. Whether its singing lessons or acting lessons or whatever you think you need, I want you to do it. Focus on that, and let me worry about everything else."

Kurt chuckled, but it came out sort of like a sob. "I didn't think you noticed-"

"How unhappy you've been?" He got off his knees and sat beside Kurt again. "Hummel, you're not my wife, okay? I mean, I appreciate how clean you keep this house and that you never ask me to do laundry; but you don't have to do all of this. I'm capable to doing chores, and you need to do something besides being here, being at work, and shuffling around to those mass audition things."

Kurt couldn't believe how observant David was; it shouldn't surprise him after so long, but David constantly shocked him. "I don't know how to make myself what they want," Kurt murmured. "I'm not leading man material."

"Bullshit," David chided. "You're fantastic, love. You sing like an angel."

"But I don't want have to wear drag and play a girl to get a part," Kurt argued. "I know I'm effeminate, David, and I accept it; but I wish I knew how to act the way you do."

"The way I do?"

Kurt blushed. "Manly."

David stared at him for a moment. "You do realize that you are manly, right?"

Kurt snorted. "In what way?"

"In every way." David rolled his eyes. "Kurt, just because you aren't conventional doesn't mean you aren't manly."

Kurt sighed sadly. "So you don't think it matters that I love fashion and cuddling and having your cock inside me? Those things don't make me girly?"

"If you're girly for that, then so am I," David said in his most logical voice. Kurt usually hated that voice, but he found himself hoping that David made some really good point and pulled him out of this moronic episode of self-doubt. "Kurt, I love cuddling with you, and if you haven't realized it, you're not the only one who likes having dick up your ass." Kurt watched David flush, and he chuckled quietly. Five years after taking each other's "virginities," David was still embarrassed about how much he enjoyed it when Kurt took the reins. They didn't trade off regularly, but Kurt always knew when David wanted to be fucked. "I may not enjoy fashion the same way you do," he carried on, "but I appreciate your nice clothes. I think you look amazing in them. Does that make me any less manly?"

"Of course not," Kurt answered automatically and winced. "I've been an idiot."

David chuckled. "Maybe a little."

Kurt sighed and rested his head on David's shoulder. "We should celebrate your promotion."

"Yeah," Dave agreed. "And we can do anything I want?" Kurt nodded and smiled, though he could feel how tight it was; he knew it didn't fool David for a moment. "Let's get food from that Thai place and look through the pay-per-view."

"You want to stay in?" Kurt asked, surprised. David wasn't a shut-in by any means, especially when there was something to celebrate.

"If you don't mind."

Kurt grinned; he knew David was doing this for him. "I think that sounds great."

David's POV

They spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch, eating Thai food out of the take-out containers and watching whatever sappy romance Kurt wanted. Barely any conversation passed between them – Dave knew Kurt was going over their previous conversation in that obsessive way of his. It wasn't until later, after Dave had made love to him twice and they were both exhausted, that Kurt brought it up again. "I think I need to leave New York," Kurt said, not moving his head from where it was rested on Dave's chest.

Dave had a moment of panic, but he forced himself to relax. After years of being with Kurt, he knew not to freak out before he got Kurt's full thought. "Oh?" he breathed out, encouraging his fiancé to continue.

"Not forever," Kurt said. "I just think I need to go see my dad, talk to Mr. Schuester. Get some perspective, you know?"

Dave nodded, though he couldn't say honestly he was particularly thrilled. "How long will you be gone?"

Kurt shrugged. "A week," he said. "Maybe a month, I don't really know." He propped his chin on Dave's chest so that he could look into his eyes. "Are you mad?"

Dave shook his head. "I told you to do whatever you need to." He cupped Kurt's cheek. "I just wish I could go with you."

"I'm kind of glad you can't," Kurt admitted sheepishly. "I need to figure this out on my own."

"You are coming back to me, right?" Dave asked. He tried to keep the desperation from his voice but couldn't quite accomplish it.

Kurt smiled that beautiful smile that still made Dave go all weak-kneed. "I will always come back, David." He pressed a kiss to Dave's chest, above his heart. "I lived without you before, and I don't plan to do it again."

Dave sighed, relieved. "When will you go?"

"In a couple days; I have to quit my job and pack and say goodbye." He grinned impishly, and Dave felt himself stir, despite how sated he felt. Kurt slid up and kissed Dave, and he could feel the shaking excitement in the way Kurt's lips plundered his own. Dave slid his fingers into Kurt's already mussed hair, holding him close as their lips and tongues danced together heatedly. Dave rolled them over so that he was leaning over his slim fiancé. "David," Kurt whined in that way that made Dave shiver.

"I can't fuck you again," Dave murmured, kissing across his jaw and down his throat. "You'll be too sore tomorrow."

Kurt whined softly, and Dave chuckled against his collarbone. "I need you." Kurt wriggled against him, and it shocked David that they could both be so hard again. "David, please."

Dave moaned as their cocks slid against each other but still shook his head. "We can't do that, Hummel," he said. He pressed Kurt into the mattress. "Let me take care of you, 'kay?"

Kurt simply groaned. Dave slid down Kurt's body and took Kurt's dick into his mouth; he moaned softly as he felt the weight on his tongue, tasted the precome that was already seeping out. He loved doing this, making Kurt so malleable with his tongue and his hands. One of Kurt's hands clenched in their sheets, the other reached down to thread into Dave's hair. The more his fingers dug into his hair, pulling on the strands, Dave knew, the closer Kurt was to coming. The whimpering noises leaking from Kurt's lips, the slight shuddering of his hips, were slowly driving Dave crazy. He rubbed himself against their sheets, moaning softly at the friction. "David," Kurt cried out seconds before his body tensed beneath Dave's hands. Kurt came, though very little actually released into Dave's waiting mouth; Dave was sort of surprised Kurt had anything left after their previous, rather vigorous activities. Kurt shook and whimpered as he rode out his orgasm, and Dave knew that it was probably just a little painful for him.

He slid Kurt from his mouth and crawled back up the bed; he pecked Kurt's lips and settled beside him. He liked watching Kurt come down; liked to watch the glassiness fade from his eyes as he becomes himself again. "You doing okay there?" he asked, smiling as Kurt grinned and nodded.

"I'm just fine, fiancé," he said, and Dave nearly shuddered. He never did pull off the romantic proposal the way he wanted, but it didn't matter. Kurt was wearing Dave's ring, and as soon as Kurt pulled himself out of the depression he'd been working himself into for so long, they were going to get married. He wasn't going to wait another five years to make Kurt Hummel his husband; he wanted to be able to put Hummel on the back of his jersey. He knew he'd made Kurt doubt him, after the years of not really bringing it up, but he'd never stopped wanting to marry Kurt. He just wanted to be able to support him first – acting was an unpredictable career, and Kurt hadn't had any luck of it yet. "I'm scared," Kurt admitted softly after a few minutes.

"Of what?"

"Of finding out I'm really not good enough."

Dave pecked Kurt's forehead. "I'm not going to argue with you because you won't listen anyway, right?" Kurt nodded his head. "So let's talk about what you're worried about."

"Not being good enough for Broadway?"

"Yeah." Dave let Kurt shift into their favorite snuggling position – with Dave spooning Kurt. "You could go back to school, if you wanted."

"To do what?" Kurt asked. "My whole life has been about performing – I've never wanted to do anything else." He sighed and snuggled more closely into Dave's body. "That's why I want to go back to Lima for awhile, I guess. Figure out my back up plan."

"I understand, Hummel," he said soothingly. "Like I said before: do what you have to."

Kurt nodded. "Bedtime?"

Dave pecked his naked shoulder. "Bedtime." He held onto Kurt a little tighter that night; usually he turned over before sleep could take him, but he didn't let go like normal. He couldn't.

A/N: I am NOT breaking Dave and Kurt up this go-round, I promise! But the story is angsty for a reason, just a forewarning.