Hi All, so I decided to try out this couple. I mean, who hasn't since NBK right? This is my version of Dave's cracking point. may seem slightly out of character, but people in love do strange things, people terrified of being themselves, do even stranger things.

I hope you enjoy this.

He was sitting in his car,, had been for the last three hours: staring. It was pouring with rain outside and Dave couldn't help but think about how the cliché of how the weather always matches your moods was annoyingly true. Tonight was a case in point. Three hours he'd been sitting there, sitting in his car ignoring the world, ignoring his phone, ignoring the radio, even ignoring his rumbling stomach. One thing, no not thing, one person was crowding his thoughts – overtaking every crevice, every kook and cranny, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about this person.

Hummel…

It had been two weeks, two weeks since that… incident… and Dave was stuck. Unable to move on. On the outside, the mask he'd worn for years was still in place, yet on occasion, he started to notice the mask was beginning to crack. Sometimes large chunks would fall off. And Dave would be left vulnerable…

Emotive…

Human….

After school, Dave made a split second decision. A decision which led him to where he was right now: sitting in his car in the pouring rain, trying to convince himself he could get out of the car and go through with his plan. To get out of the car to cross the street. To cross the street to the house his car had been sitting opposite for the last few hours. To have the courage to be himself for once. To have courage, like…

Hummel.

No, Not Hummel,

...Kurt.

And now, approximately four hours and 27 minutes later, Dave decides he can't be a coward any longer. He decides to do it. If kurt could have the courage to stand up to Dave, then Dave would have the courage to do the same.

He got out of the car and was instantly soaked. He didn't even bother to try and stay dry, there was no point. Then, slowly but surely, he walked towards the house he'd been staring at for hours.

The house he'd helped in nailing lawn furniture to.

The house he'd egg'd on more than one occasion.

The house he'd tee-pee'd before.

The house that contained his deepest desire… and greatest fear.

The house that housed Kurt Hummel.

By the time he reached the front door, he heart was in his throat and his stomach was fluttering. These weren't new feelings for Dave, not by a long shot. However, this sudden intensity was. He slowly reached forward, and with shaking hands, knocked on the front door.

Now all he could do was wait.

It was a typical day in the life of Kurt Hummel. His day at school was mundane at best, but that didn't mean he didn't dress fabulously as always. When he returned home after school, his routine was similarly much the same. His father was feeling a lot stronger now, having passed his stress test, but he still got tired quickly. Kurt, however, was still determined that nothing bad would ever happen to his father again. And so the new uber healthy diet maintained a usual in the Hummel household.

After his nightly routine of returning home, eventually cooking up a storm, forcing his reluctant stubborn father to eat said special food, and then retiring to his basement bedroom for homework, he decided to indulge in watching some TV, especially as there was actually something on that interested him: America's Next Top Model.

Burt, who was on the couch when Kurt came in and changed the channel, decided after about 30 minutes of the ridiculousness that was a modelling show, to bail and said good night to his heavily enthralled son. Chuckling at his son's noncommittal response to his good night wish, he bent down and kissed his son on the head and as he stood, quickly ruffled his son's hair. As he walked out of the lounge, he heard Kurt squawk at his father's actions.

Turning to the door that led our of the lounge and scowling at his father's retreating back, Kurt couldn't help but smile at how much better his father was doing after his heart attack. Sighing happily, he returned to watching his show. When the show ended, he turned off the TV and started to head down to his room to start his nightly moisturising routine, only to be stopped mid step by a knock on the door.

He froze and turned towards the front door.

'Who would be here so late at night' he thought to himself, thoroughly confused.

He slowly approached the door and opened it. He didn't know exactly who he was expecting to see on the other side of the door, but he sure as hell wasn't expecting who he did see.

"Karofsky?"

"...Hi Kurt."

So there you go. I'm going to continue this, but it may take a while... Computer problems.. sigh.