Okay so this is a new collection of one shots that I started called Making Memories of Us. It will just be little snapshots into Dave and Kurt's lives. Some will probably be connected but I'll let you know if they are. Hope you enjoy!

AM I A TERRIBLE PERSON

"You are so beautiful," Dave whispered tracing lazy circles on his lovers bare shoulder as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the open widow of the studio flat.

"You're not hard on the eyes either," Kurt told him with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Though the same can't be said for other places," he chuckled, the last of his words becoming lost in a long yawn as he turned to gaze at the hockey player. "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning," Dave smiled leaning down to capture the man's lips in a quick kiss, delightfully surprising the other man. Dave usually held off kissing Kurt until after they'd brushed their teeth, especially if they'd engaged in as much play as they did the night before and a much as one would believe that was due to the fashionista's cleanliness obsession, it was actually due to the jock's.

Kurt was actually surprised to discover that fact about Dave when they started dating. Kurt had leaned in for a kiss one morning, only to have Dave pull back. After seeing Kurt's hurt expression, Dave explained his little quirk and assured him that it wasn't because the night before was a one night stand. The fashion designer got a man with a damn perfect smile and plenty of toothpaste kisses, so he wasn't really complaining.

"What's wrong, baby?" Dave asked finally, his soft whisper, laced with concern.

As much as Kurt would have loved to pretend like he had no idea what his lover was going on about, he couldn't. Both men had a completely open relationship with absolutely no secrets. After a huge misunderstanding caused from too many secrets between the two, involving hateful shouts from both parties and a three month split that very nearly ended the pair forever, the two were weary of keeping anything hidden from the other.

"I feel awful, Dave," he admitted, replacing the soft pillow under his head with the jock's warm chest instead. "My best friend is getting married, and as her Man of Honour, I should be the epitome of support and happiness. Yet, whenever we go to a tasting, or a fitting, or really anything to do with the wedding, I get completely overwhelmed with jealously. Why can't we have that too, Dave? We deserve to be able to exchange our vows just as much as the next couple, straight or gay. Sometimes, I just wish Finn would go with her even though I know a wedding planned by the two of them would be an absolute disaster. Finn has not one ounce of taste in his body, aside from the fact that he chose Rachel over Quinn of course. Does that make me a terrible person?"

Dave pulled the teary man up so he could craddle his face in his hands. "Kurt Hummel, you could never be a terrible person. You're far too caring. It's understandable that you're jealous. You've had our wedding planned for months and we can't go through with it because of some stupid law, but I promise you we will," Dave told him with two more kisses; one to his lips and the other to the sliver engagement band on his fiancee's finger. "All of the laws that prevent equality are well on their way to being abolished. Don't Ask, Don't Tell has already been done away with, and the others won't be far off. I swear to the God that you don't' believe in and the fashion idols that you do, once it's legal, we're sending out invitations.

Also, I think if you talk to Rachel, just let her know what's going on it that warped little head of yours, it will be better for both of you. You'll feel better to get it off your chest. Rachel will understand, babe. This is the girl that's been spending every birthday wish since she was seven on the possibility that her dad's could marry like anyone else. What makes you think she'd feel any different about you and I? You're her best friend and since I beat the shit out of your bro for leaving her, I've pretty much been hers. Besides, I've talked to Hiram and Leroy and the both are a little jealous too, and she's their baby girl. So, no you're not even close to being a terrible person."

"How did I manage to land myself such a wonderful man?" Kurt smiled up him as he ran his fingers though the silky hair of the other man's chest.

"I ask myself that every single day," he grinned back with a kiss to the smaller man's nose. "Now it's time to get up," he said sitting up, causing Kurt to roll off of his chest with a grunt, before stretching his arms wide with an over exaggerated yawn hoping to draw a giggle or even an eye roll from the designer. Much to his delight, this morning he was greeted with a giggle.

When Kurt made no move to get up, Dave slapped his bare ass. "Up. We need to meet up with Finn in two hours to find the tuxes." Dave wasn't ashamed of the smirk that spread across his face from hearing the man's squeak. Nor was he ashamed of the slight jump of his cock.

Kurt groaned and pulled a pillow over his face, affectively ruining any chance of Dave understanding what he was saying. He rolled his eyes at his drama queen. "Run that by my again. Maybe sans-pillow this time?"

Kurt removed the pillow and glared at his fiancee with a heavy sigh. "I said, I'm calling in sick. I'm suffering from over-exhaustion and malnutrition if anyone asks, by the way. Your fashion sense has improved far more than I ever could have even hoped for when we first started dating seven years ago. I have faith that you will something suitable that will perfectly compliment the groom and his groomsmen. I already have my tux, so I'm all set." He smiled up at him innocently. "I'm sure you and Finn will have a fantastic time behaving they the neanderthals that you both used to be. You missed out on shopping for a prom tux with Finn. It was terrible. I hated it, and I love shopping more than most teenage girls. It's going to take more than Rachel's wrath to get me to go."

"Fine," Dave smirked, a little too evilly for Kurt's taste. "You do realize that I'm not above risking any chances of dressing our future children just to spite you and find the most atrocious tux there. I'm thinking something like the one Burt wore to your parent's wedding. Periwinkle blue with a ruffle shirt and bow tie. It's not as if Finn or Rach would care, or even notice for that matter. Finn would probably even think it was cool."

Kurt gasped up at him, his eyes so comically wide, Dave couldn't help much chuckled. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh you know I would. Now, I'm going to go shower," Dave shrugged, pulling off the only remaining article of clothing, a lone sock and tossing it in the hamper, on his way to the bathroom. "You coming?" he asked with a little wiggle of his ass.

Kurt threw the covers back, and shedding off his own socks, followed his man to the bathroom thankful that they had dismissed the idea of redressing last night despite the slight chill from the outside air. Finn won't mind too much if we're a little bit late, he reasoned before slipping into the steaming water and Dave's waiting arms.

Okay so that was slightly more daring than any of my other work at parts, I think. I blame the baseball game I went to last night. I sort of have a tendency to be slightly less refined after watching sports and this was written right before I went to bed. So that's my excuse. Anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts on this. Thanks so much for reading.

Love,

LILAN