Title: Dave and Kurt's Excellent Adventure
Fandom: Glee
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Klaine at the very beginning, Kurtofsky overall.
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee Dave would already be back.
Summary: When Kurt's future at NYADA is put in jepordy, Dave steps in to save the day.
Author's Note: Really? Like I don't have enough writing projects already, I have add a freaking Kurtofsky fic to add to the mix? But I figure this way I get to add a little diversity to my life?
Timeline: Takes place towards the end of season three, after Kurt and Rachel have been accepted into NYADA (no one seems to know if it's "NYATA" or "NYADA" If you know for sure, let me know). Basically, right after that.

Kurt Hummel doesn't believe in god. He doesn't spend his evenings asking favors of someone he can neither see nor hear. He doesn't go to church to listen to a priest or whatever provide inspiring messages about getting through each day with grace and dignity. And when something good, something so amazingly, earth-shatteringly perfect happens, he doesn't send up a prayer of thanks.

But if he did, his heart would be singing with gratitude right now.

He got into NYADA. He, and his somewhat annoying, but always entertaining . . . What? Best friend? Are actually going to be following their dreams, taking New York by storm, painting the town red, all those sort of cliches that people say when they mean, at their core, "I'm getting the hell out of this two-bit town!" He still can't believe it. The odds of two students from the same school getting into this prestigious college seem so astronomical that he can't even wrap his mind around such complicated numbers. Not for the first time, he wonders if he's dreaming.

But he sort of doubts it because he'd like to hope that his dreams would come up with a more appropriate location for his and Rachel's celebration than some hole-in-the-wall bowling alley. He'd considered arguing when Finn had first suggested it outside the Choir Room where Kurt had asked everyone to meet, but he'd been too wrapped up in the overjoyed hugs from the members of the glee club to mind too much when his step-brother had called out, "This calls for heavy marble balls, and long white pins."

"Can you believe it," Rachel mutters to him now as Mercedes balances her ball on hand and studies the four remaining pins carefully. Rachel got her acceptance letter three days before, so her dazed giddiness has lessened somewhat, but Kurt knows that the giant smile she's been wearing for the last two hours is evidence of the idealistic future she's playing out in her mind's eye. He suspects that the words "lead role" and "rave review" feature prominently.

He gives a smile, because he's never been so happy, not in his whole life, and it's a nod to how much has changed in the past two years, that he realizes he's actually does want to do this with Rachel. She understands his cravings for the theater, the work, the life he's always wanted for himself, and she doesn't judge him for what he would do to get it. He kind of loves her a little, he thinks. "Of course," he answers with much more confidence than he feels. "How could you have possibly had any doubt? Haven't you heard us sing?"

But she effortlessly sees through the façade, and gently nudges him with her shoulder. Mercedes misses completely and then Mike's up. "Well, I think it's incredible. Can you imagine? Taking the both of us from McKinley? I'd bet they've never even done it before." This string of disbelief has been her mantra since Kurt called her to give her the news. He supposes it's also a clue as to how close they are now that her cell phone number was the first one he dialed - Blaine had already been with him, but even if he hadn't been . . .

As though sensing his thoughts, a warm arm slides across his shoulders as a warm body slides in beside him.

"Sorry I'm late," Blaine immediately begins, and when Kurt catches the look on his face he almost wants to laugh. He's been dating Blaine for quite a while now, and he's never seen such undiluted guilt in his boyfriend's eyes. "There was a line at the post office."

Kurt leans in and gently presses his lips against Blaine's temple. They usually don't do overt PDA, but it's not as if his dreams come true every day, and besides which, he needs to smooth out the wrinkles of frustration on Blaine's face. "You're forgiven. It wouldn't exactly be right for me to stay angry with you for taking the time to mail out my acceptance of NYADA's . . . acceptance."

Rachel laughs from her vantage point, then looks up when Finn appears behind her, lugging a large orange ball.

"Finally found one," he says brightly, gesturing somewhat unnecessarily to the object he's carrying. When his new ball joins the others (with a loud and somewhat ominous thud) he takes the other seat, the one by Rachel, and nonchalantly slips his fingers through her's. He gives Kurt another congratulatory grin, then his eyes slide over to Blaine.

"Jeeze, Blaine. Who peed in your apple juice?"

Kurt glances over, taking in Blaine's expression again, and distantly a very quiet, but very real alarm sounds in his head. He opens his mouth to ask about it, but then Sam addresses the group, stealing everyone's attention.

"Ahem," Sam says loudly. "Okay. I'd like to dedicate this next turn to Kurt and Rachel." Kurt rolls his eyes, but can't pretend he doesn't feel the corners of his lips turning up in amusement. He's not sure if Sam has had anything exciting to drink today or not. "Congratulations, guys. Seriously, no one deserves it more." Then, with flourish worthy of Kurt himself, Sam spins around, swings his ball back, then forward, then releasing it.

Unfortunately it heads straight for the gutter.

"A for effort, Evans."

The voice rises over the eruption of laughter coming from the rest of the glee club at Sam's miss, and when Kurt glances over and sees the speaker, he knows his eyebrows rise to his hairline. He grins, because they haven't been enemies in a very long time, though the way Blaine tenses instinctively at Kurt's side reminds Kurt that his boyfriend still has reservations with the reformed Dave. But Kurt has to remind himself that Blaine wasn't there when Dave stood with him outside his classroom, his Bullywhip beret wrinkling in his fist as he tearfully offered the most heartbreakingly sincere apology Kurt has ever heard.

"Dave. What are you doing here?"

Dave points at an lane a few over, and in the distance Kurt thinks he makes out Mr. Karofsky's familiar form, along with a woman that could be Dave's mother. Dave's arm reaches for one of the bowling balls as he addresses Kurt. "What's with all the hoopla," he asks. No one else speaks, though all eyes stay on the former-McKinley student as he approaches the lane.

"Rachel and I got into NYADA," Kurt answers, his pride swelling with each word.

Dave's eyes widen, impressed, and the large smile he gives Kurt seems to say a myriad of things. "Jesus, Fancy. You don't mess around," is what he says out loud, and then he sends the ball flying down the alley with so-far-unmatched speed. The sound the pins make when they connect with the ball leaves no doubt as to how many fall.

"How about we dedicate that to you guys?"

The silence remains thick in the air, so Kurt instinctively tuns to Rachel to see if she's paying attention - certainly she should have spoken by now - but her focus is on the white envelope that she's pulling unapologetically from the side pocket of Blaine's bag. "What's this," she asks Blaine slowly, and now all eyes are on her. Even, Kurt notes, Dave's.

Blaine doesn't answer, and so Kurt's eyes follows histo the envelope, and with a sharp pain that he can't interpret yet, he realizes, "That's mine." Blaine doesn't stop him as he takes it from Rachel, and confusedly turns it over in his hands. It's addressed to the NYADA Admissions Office."Why didn't you mail it?"

Finally Blaine speaks. "Kurt, can we go somewhere and talk about this?"

And normally that would be fine with Kurt. Normally he would prefer to have serious conversations with his boyfriend out of the earshot of the other members of the glee club, who really are the worst people about gossiping he'd ever known, but there's something in Blaine's voice, something that settles in his stomach and kind of terrifies him. "No," he says firmly. He tells himself that he's probably overreacting for nothing, that Blaine is just going to tell him that he forgot, and to stop queening out. But that wouldn't explain why Blaine can't seem to raise his eyes to meet Kurt's, or why the young croonor seems to rapidly be losing color.

"I couldn't do it."

Kurt stares at him blankly, trying to find meaning in his words. "What? You didn't have time? It's okay-."

"That's not what I mean," Blaine softly interrupts. "I mailed a letter . . . from you . . . to NYADA. But it wasn't an acceptance."

Then a lot of things happen at once. Rachel leaps up from her place beside Finn, her hands outstretched, aiming her nails at Blaine's face. Finn, Dave, and Puck work together to restrain her, but Kurt appears to be rooted to his spot.

"You sent them a rejection," he mumbles as the knowledge hits him full force. "How could you-"

Blaine's hands rest on his forearms, and suddenly his face is open, and expressive, and it reminds Kurt why he fell for him in the first place. "I know it sounds crazy, and makes me a level of pathetic I never thought I would reach, but I'm so in love with you. I love you, and the idea of you being so far away for this whole year kills me every time I think about it. And I just . . . I don't know what came over me. I was just taken by this idea that if you could just hold off, just for one year, we could go together." He pauses. "I mean, wouldn't that mean so much more?"

"Let go of me," Rachel snaps loudly, squirming in the three athletes' grips. "Just, I need to just maime him a little bit!"

Dave laughs, but he and the other two hold her steady.

Kurt barely gives them a second thought.

Okay. So, that's it then. Blaine took matters into his own hands, and changed Kurt's life and there's no going back. What are his options? To call the Admissions, and tell them the letter was a joke? That would certainly make a fabulous impression. They'd definitely be begging him to enroll in their school then.

He looks around, and realizes then that everyone is waiting for his reaction. He looks at Blaine, his first love, and knows in that instant that even if he's trapped in Lima for another year, he won't be spending it as Blaine's boyfriend.

"It's over," he finally says, horrified when he feels tears form in the corners of his eyes. But his voice doesn't shake. "I can't be with you anymore."

The look in Blaine's eyes tears his heart into shreds, but he glances at Rachel, struggling violently to get her hands on the guy responsible for screwing up her intricate plans, then somehow his gaze flickers to Dave. And his resolve strengthens.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, and it's the truth because he never thought this relationship would turn into this. "I'm going to go."

Which is a good idea in theory. But as soon as he steps outside he realizes that might have to pay for his excursion into drama-queen mode because Blaine was his ride.

"Come on, Fancy."

Kurt looks over, and when he sees Dave (Dave of all people, what kind of sense does that make?) standing by a black truck, giving him an expectant look he blinks in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Dave grins, his lips turning upward, and the result is a little staggering. Kurt thinks he can count on one hand the number of times he's seen the guy do that. "I said, let's go. Unless you wanted to ride with Bland."

There's only a moment of indecision. He considers the other options inside, but he knows, as his friends, they will all want to talk this out with him, and ask him complicated questions he doesn't know the answers to. They'll want to be supportive, and find out how he feels, and quite frankly, all Kurt wants is to get away.

So he climbs into the passenger seat, and feels the tightness in his chest lessen the tiniest bit. "So, where are we going?"