Chapter 2 Dave's 19th Birthday, January 2013

It had taken a lot of deception both on Kurt and David's roommate's parts to pull off Kurt's birthday surprise for him. Little white lies had been told by two different people to pull this off. Kurt had apologized endlessly about having a major test two weeks into the new semester; a likelihood that was unrealistic but Dave didn't know that. Clarke claimed that he was heading home for the long weekend to visit his mom and sister in New Jersey.

The two had gotten severely lucky when it came to their relationship and college endeavors. Kurt accepted his place at Pratt and managed to snag a single dorm room while Dave had been granted a partial scholarship for the sports management and advertising program at Boston College. Both sat down on Skype after getting their first semester's syllabus and a calendar to plan who was taking the train which weekend. They managed to see each other at least once a month, if not two or three times if their testing schedules allowed it. That plan coupled with traveling home together for holidays weekends kept them close and completely firm in their love for one another.

Kurt had felt bad when he had heard the resignation in Dave's voice when he realized he would be all alone on his birthday his first year away from home. He wanted to spill his guts and cheer his boyfriend up. "I will be there! I'm coming to see you. And I have more surprises than that up my sleeve too!" Instead he swallowed the sour feeling in the back of his mouth and double checked his train ticket confirmation. Seeing the random letters and numbers of the confirmation made it easier for Kurt to breathe.

His plan was taking form beautifully with everything considered. Dave had received an autographed hockey jersey from some player he had mentioned to Kurt once upon a time a week before. Kurt found it on an auction site and snatched it up. It played perfectly with lending to his absence on Dave's birthday by being sent to him. Kurt watched Dave open the gift over Skype while he professed his sadness for not being able to be there with him. Dave had smiled, even if it was a bit sadly, and told Kurt that he understood and the jersey was a definite plus.

He would take Friday off from his two classes (with permission from his professors and a promise to complete the work to be handed in on Wednesday with the rest of the class) and hop on the Boston bound train after his last class on Thursday to be there on Dave's birthday. Kurt had four days and nights to be with Dave with the upcoming Martin Luther King, Jr holiday cancelling his Monday classes. He just hoped that his boyfriend would forgive him and Clarke for their little white lies in favor of the surprise.


Kurt sipped his mocha from a comfortable armchair and watched the building across from the café. He had told Dave multiple times how lucky he was to have such a good coffee place right across the street from his apartment but the sentiment was lost on him. Kurt couldn't understand how anyone could function without at least one cup of coffee a day whereas Dave couldn't stand the stuff.

While waiting to catch a glimpse of Dave making his way into the building after his late afternoon study group he thought about the one and only time he managed to convince Dave to try a sip of the liquid.

It had been his last visit to Boston before they both went home for winter break and he claimed that he needed a pick-me-up before boarding the train. Kurt ordered his regular mocha like always and Dave shook his head at him. Kurt then proceeded to say that the drink was delicious and Dave didn't know what he was missing.

The reverse psychology worked and Dave grudgingly lifted Kurt's cup to his own mouth to take a sip. Kurt had smiled when it had seemed that Dave had liked the coffee but as soon as his boyfriend swallowed a grimace took over his face. Dave had coughed and went on a rant about hot chocolate having an illicit affair with Devil water or some such nonsense and Kurt smiled at the memory.

When he lifted his head out of his memories to look back out the window, Kurt saw Dave trudging up the stairs to his apartment building. Dave's shoulders were slumped and his head was hanging down slightly too.

"I'm here, David." Kurt whispered to himself and hoped that some part of Dave would feel the words deep in his soul. He then grabbed his small carry-on sized suitcase and his messenger bag before tossing his half-empty coffee up in the trash to cross the street and make his boyfriend happy.


He used his own key to get into the lobby area of the building several minutes after Dave had disappeared behind the doors himself. It was empty now and no one was standing by the bank of elevators. His plan was almost at its conclusion and now that everything was falling into place, Kurt's hands were starting to get sweaty with nerves and the outside corner of his right eye twitched.

Kurt walked into the open elevator and after he pressed the button for the fifth floor, he closed his eye and took several deep breaths. Dave won't be mad. Dave will be happy. Dave loves me. Kurt repeated this mantra over and over until the elevator jerked to a stop.

The doors opened up to a hallway that now had plain, bargain style, grey tile lining the floor. Kurt had never understood why the hallway had previously had dark brown carpet along it and had mentioned it to Dave upon his first visit to Boston. It seemed as if the building's owner finally grew tired of the upkeep of keeping it cleaned and ripped it out when most of their college aged tenants were gone for Christmas.

The wheels of his suitcase made a repetitive thump-a-thump-shhuss sound as they rolled over the tile and grout lines to Dave's door and Kurt hoped that Dave wouldn't be able to hear the cacophony that the carpet would have once prevented. It wouldn't do to have worked and worried so hard for this to be ruined due to updated flooring.

When he was within 15 feet of Dave's apartment door, he retracted the handle of the suitcase and picked it up by the fabric strap on the side to try and ensure a more silent arrival. He walked deliberately from heel to toe to avoid any type of extra noise from his boots as he approached the door.

It took several moments after Kurt knocked on the door before he heard any sign of life in the apartment. He raised his hand to knock again when the door opened widely and he was wrapped up in Dave's arms. His suitcase was still in the hall while Dave lifted him off of his feet. Kurt could even feel Dave's smile against his jaw as he return the tight embrace.

"Oh my god, Kurt! What are you doing here?" Dave sounded out of breath but completely ecstatic as he lowered Kurt so he could stand on his own again.

"It's your birthday, silly." Kurt said with a shrug. "There's no way I would let you spend your first birthday away from home alone. What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?"

"The best kind," Dave breathed out before brushing his lips against Kurt's. "Wait, what about your test tomorrow?"

"There was no test, Dave. I wanted to surprise you," Kurt explained. "I talked to my professors and arranged for my work and projects to be handed in on time with everyone else when I get back. I also called Clarke and bribed him with a home-cooked meal the next time I visited to get him out of the apartment too. This weekend is all about you and me and your birthday."

Kurt pressed a quick kiss to Dave's cheek before stepping back into the hallway to grab his suitcase to bring it fully into the apartment. If he swayed his hips a little in exaggeration, Dave didn't need to know the reason behind it yet.

"God, I love you." Kurt smiled at the dopey look on Dave's face.

He closed the door once he was back in and wrapped his arms around Dave's neck again.

"I know. I love you too."


Kurt was slightly embarrassed with himself the next morning. Even though he had drunk half of his cup of coffee as an energy boost prior to announcing himself at Dave's door, he crashed fairly quickly. A full morning of classes followed by an almost four hour train ride had taken more out of him than he first expected.

He remembered Dave ordering them Chinese food for dinner. He remembered snuggling together on the couch; Kurt with his legs under a blanket and reading a new copy of Vogue while Dave watched a hockey game. Kurt even remembered throwing the blanket aside and moving somewhat gracefully to his knees in front of Dave on the couch. They joked about starting a new tradition of birthday blowjobs which Kurt followed through on.

What he didn't remember was whether or not he came as well at some point last night and how he got into Dave's bed. Kurt assumed that Dave must have somehow gotten him there but he had no idea if Dave had to pick him up or if Kurt was able to motor himself into the bedroom and just had Dave steer him. Either way, he was determined to make up for falling asleep on his boyfriend on his birthday today. And making Dave breakfast in bed would go a long way to start.

Kurt snuck his way out of the bed and bunched the sheet and comforter against Dave's body to mimic his own for Dave to snuggle with if he rolled over. He threw on one of Dave's t-shirts that were folded in a basket near his dresser so that he wouldn't be cooking bare chested and make his way as quietly as possible to the kitchen.

Having visited so often, Kurt knew his way around the small space. And while neither Clarke nor Dave were gourmet chefs, they had all the essential kitchen items and ingredients to make simple meals. He grabbed the milk, eggs, and butter from the refrigerator. Then he pulled the box of pancake mix down from its shelf in the pantry.

Close to fifteen minutes later, Kurt had two plates with a small stack of pancakes on each one on the counter. He was debating with himself on whether to pour the maple syrup on top of them or to place it on the side for Dave to choose how much he wanted on his own. Kurt preferred to drown his own pancakes if he had real maple syrup; if he didn't, he would dust them with powdered sugar.

As the microwave counted down the few seconds it had left Kurt raised his arm to open the door so the beeping wouldn't sound and wake up Dave before Kurt could bring him breakfast. Kurt turned back to the plates with the now warmed syrup and started to arrange the plates and glasses of juice onto a cookie sheet.

While they have the basics, they certainly need to invest in some TV trays, Kurt thought to himself.

Before he could lift his makeshift tray from the counter, Kurt felt two large and overly warm hands cup his hips from behind and slowly slide around him and caress his stomach. He felt the heat from Dave's chest before he felt the firmness of his boyfriend's chest actually touch him. Kurt hummed and relaxed back into Dave for a few short moments before he turned to face him and greet him with a kiss.

"You were supposed to stay in bed," Kurt said and followed it with a full pout. "I wanted to surprise you."

"You have surprised me enough in the last twenty four hours. Don't you think?" At Kurt's agreeing hum, Dave took both plates and brought them to the small kitchen table. "But I'll love you forever if you bring the silverware and juice to the table for me."

"You already do," Kurt said in a sing-song voice as he gathered the rest of the tray's belonging and brought them to the table.

They sat in comfortable silence for most of their meal. Dave briefly praised Kurt's pancakes and Kurt only blushed slightly at the flattery. Once their plates were devoid of any pancake remains, Kurt stood and headed to the sink with their dishes. He was running mildly hot water into the stopped basin when he once again felt Dave snake his arm around his waist.

"You should leave those and come back to bed with me." Dave's voice was low and rough sounding next to Kurt's ear.

"I guess I can do that," Kurt said as he turned around in the enclosure of Dave's arms after turning off the running water. He raised his slightly damp hands and carded them through the hair at the base of Dave's neck as he pressed their cheeks together.

The once short hair that he was used to being able to feel catch on the underside of his nails had grown considerably since the two of them started college. Kurt's fingers twisted the wavy hair between his index and middle fingers using his thumb to help him flip it.

"You need a haircut, mister."

"Don't act like you don't like it." Dave pulled his head so that he could look Kurt fully in his eyes. "I know for a fact that you like being able to tug on it when I blow you."

"You don't need to be so crass. Sheesh."

Kurt tried to chastise Dave but found himself pushed back the last couple of inches into the edge of the sink counter. He felt his stomach and thigh muscles start to tense in anticipation of arousal when Dave leaned forward and pushed their lips together firmly.

After being together for almost a year, granted that a good bit of that time was spent in different cities for college, Kurt and Dave had kissing down to a science. Some people would call it boring and completely off-putting knowing what came next at exactly what time, but Dave and Kurt didn't. If anything, Kurt longed for it. He knew when to open his lips and he knew when he would be able to thrust his tongue into Dave's eagerly waiting mouth. Kurt felt confident and assertive when he was with Dave. He loved not having to second guess himself. He could let the pattern of familiarity lead him and his boyfriend exactly where they needed to go.

"Let us adjourn to the bedroom, my love. For the day is young and my great need for you may not be sated until after the sun dies in the west." Dave affected the countenance of snobby wannabe actor.

Kurt couldn't hold in his snort of laughter. He bowed his head down and rested his forehead against the top of Dave's shoulder.

"You are such a dork. I think I would rather you be crass than to listen to you say something like that again," Kurt managed through his laughter.

"Eh… You love me."

"I do." Kurt grabbed both of Dave's hands and started to maneuver them both back into Dave's bedroom. "So let's get started on sating your love for me."

Dave nearly choked on his laughter as Kurt started tugging at the few clothes they both had on. Once he had them both naked, he crossed to his suitcase to retrieve the box of condoms that he had brought with him knowing that Dave didn't have any.

They had both been very active with one another, but had never reached the point where they had gone further than blow jobs and the occasional fingering. The most common reason being that roommates significantly wrecked the mood and Kurt was sure that Dave was still nervous about the only real remaining aspect of his virginity. And while Kurt assured him that he was more than fine with bottoming, Dave insisted on waiting until they could enjoy it without extra ears listening. This weekend, Kurt was determined to take advantage of lack of auditory voyeurs.

"What are you-" Dave's voice snipped off when Kurt turned back around and brandished the box back and forth.

"I know you wanted to wait until it was just us. And now it is. So, what do you think?"

Kurt watched Dave glance between the box and back up to his eyes. He saw the nervousness return to Dave's face like it always did when this topic was brought up between them.

"If you don't want to, we can just do like we always do. There's no pressure, David." Kurt moved to put the box back into his suitcase when Dave grabbed his wrist and cause him to drop the box in the middle of the floor.

"No, it's not that." Kurt watched his boyfriend let out a deep breath. "I was just thinking that if you pull any more surprises this weekend, I'm probably not going to be able to move before class on Tuesday!"

Kurt launched himself towards Dave while laughing and tackled him backwards into the bed. The box of condoms lay forgotten on the floor and neither cared.


Kurt sighed and arched his back as Dave dragged two of his fingers out of his hole. It felt so much better having his boyfriend do this in person than having to handle it himself through their phone/Skype sex dates. Luckily for Kurt, Dave seemed to enjoy working him open just as much as Kurt did.

"One more Dave, please." Kurt was starting to whine and he didn't care.

On the next outward drag of his fingers, Dave crooked them forward. Kurt flinched at the unexpected pleasure. The simple pressure from the two fingers felt magnified while Dave continued to press against his prostate.

Kurt looked down to Dave's face that was resting on Kurt's left thigh. Dave directed a small smirk to him at his surprised face. Kurt immediately grabbed onto Dave's shoulders and pulled him into a firm kiss, needing the feel of his boyfriend covering him and keeping him grounded to the bed.

Once Dave pulled back from the kiss to sit back on his knees between Kurt's legs, he reached for the small bottle of lube and applied more to his ring finger. He gently started to apply more pressure to Kurt's hole while he kept the two pushing into him.

"Dave," Kurt reached down and grabbed his wrist. "If you don't put that next finger in me and get this show on the road, the curtain is going to fall a lot sooner than we both want it too."

Dave looked at Kurt confused for a few moments before realization hit his face. Kurt couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him. It was cut off by the insertion of Dave's third finger and turned into a reckless, loud moan. Kurt heard Dave echo his own earlier chuckle.

"It's a good thing you arranged for Clarke to not be here this weekend, huh?"

"Shut up," was the most eloquent thing Kurt could think to offer as a retort as he rocked back and forth on Dave's fingers. He was used to stretching himself, but Dave had never gone more than two deep with him. Kurt stilled his hips and moved himself away from Dave's barely moving hand sensing his boyfriend's nervousness at the new progression for the two of them.

"Hey," Kurt moved to his knees to bring himself face to face with Dave again. He pressed a few light kisses to his lips. Kurt's ran his fingers lightly up and down Dave's arms for a few passes. "Why don't you lay down and let me handle this part?"

Dave bobbed his head silently and Kurt helped him to scoot up against the headboard with a few pillows around and behind him.

"I'm not going to hurt you, am I?"

Kurt wanted to laugh at Dave's frantic question but knew that Dave wasn't in the right frame of mind to handle jokes at this point.

"No, Dave. You won't," Kurt whispered.

He smiled at the sight of Dave sighing and beginning to relax against the pillows, trusting him. Kurt moved to straddle his thighs and put his hands on Dave's pecs. He twisted his thumbs around in circles over Dave's nipples while spreading his legs further to allow their cocks to brush along one another.

Dave moaned Kurt's name over and over and eventually grabbed Kurt's hips to stop his undulating hips. Kurt moved his hips further forward and felt his cock graze Dave's stomach before feelings Dave's cock slip behind him and between his ass cheeks. He shuttered at the catch and drag against his hole and at Dave's whispered pleas of, "Please, baby. God."

Kurt straightened his back and turned to look behind him to find the lube. He poured some into the palm of his hand to warm for a few moments. When he wrapped his hand around Dave's cock, he leaned forward to kiss him softly and swallow his needy whines.

"Are you ready for this?" Kurt asked when he pulled back.

At Dave's nod, Kurt pulled his knees closer to Dave's hips to raise himself higher. He lowered himself until he could feel the head of Dave's cock start to push against his entrance. When Dave was past the first ring of muscle, Kurt removed his hand from his dick and discreetly wiped it on the sheet under them.

Slowly Kurt raised and lowered himself down until he was fully seated. He could feel the slightly prickly feel of Dave's balls against his ass and the coarse hair of Dave's lower abdomen rubbing against the head of his own cock. He felt Dave's hands grip his hips once more. The pressure and heat from Dave made Kurt shift forward and both of them gasped at the movements.

"Jesus, Kurt," Dave said through gritted teeth. He had small beads of sweat starting to form along his hairline.

Kurt moved his torso forward so that he could rest against Dave's chest. The feeling of being full and the warmth that was starting to permeate the room made him want to fall into Dave and stay there forever. He wanted this to last forever.

Soon, Dave shifted his leg under Kurt and the slight movement caused him to press his cock against Kurt's prostate. Kurt gasped again and lifted his head slowly to look into Dave's eyes. He started to faintly rock his hips back and forth, just enough to have Dave nudge that spot over and over again.

Kurt could feel his nails digging into the tops of Dave's shoulder, but his boyfriend did nothing to remove his hands. When he realized he would end up hurting Dave once the rush of love making had worn off, he loosened his grip and wrapped the whole of his hands around the apex of Dave's shoulders. Now only his fingertips pressed firmly into Dave's flesh instead of the cut of his nails.

Dave sighed and gasped in equal measure as Kurt continued the slow, torturous sway of his hips. Occasionally Kurt would pause long enough to press a soft and chaste kiss against whatever part of Dave he could reach; his jawline, the corner of his mouth, and even once, the tip of his nose.

The tingling of his orgasm started to cross along Kurt's nerves. He felt it from the back of his neck to the base of his cock. His balls drew up tight against his crotch and he huffed at the effort to keep his slow pace. The pressure against his prostate was too perfect. The feel of Dave's hands moving from his hips to caress his ass and back too sweet.

"God, you look beautiful," Dave whispered.

Kurt smiled and leaned forward once more to kiss Dave firmly on his mouth. The new position trapped Kurt's heavily flushed cock between their stomach and Kurt groaned. He kept up the minute swivels of his hips knowing that he was starting to fall over the edge.

Dave brought his arms further around Kurt having recognized his boyfriend's tell of his approaching orgasm and trapped him so that he could finish himself off against Dave's stomach. The extra heat from Dave's arms on his sweat cooled skin and the tenderness of the action made Kurt swell with bliss. He gasped and shivered through the rush of his climax never increasing his rocks. Kurt just let the sensations overwhelm him and sweep him away.

Eventually Kurt stopped moving his hips and sat up to kiss Dave. He came down from his high with a mixture of Dave's sweet hands soothing his starting-to-ache- thighs and his tongue stroking along Kurt's. Kurt could still feel Dave hard and straining inside of him. He relaxed his legs and allowed them to spread wider once more to give Dave room to move his own legs.

Kurt could see the restraint in Dave's face. He bent as close to Dave's ear as he could and raised himself up on Dave's cock slightly to do so.

"Use me."

Kurt breathed the words into Dave's ear. His boyfriend made no move to claim his own release. So Kurt tried again.

"You aren't going to hurt me." Kurt pulled back to look into Dave's eyes. "It's your turn. I'm fine. I'm beyond fine. I promise."

"How do you always know what's going through my head?"

"Because I love you. That's how." Kurt smiled at Dave with a small shrug as if the answer was the simplest in the world and to Kurt it was.

Kurt watch and felt Dave shift his hips to lower himself to a more flattened position in the bed. Kurt lifted his own weight onto the palms of his hands on either side of Dave's head once Dave had stilled.

Dave gripped Kurt's hips once more and planted his feet so that he could lift and thrust himself back into Kurt's pliant hole. Kurt felt Dave push deeper back into him and moaned low in the back of his throat.

"Kurt, I-," Dave started then his words were choked off when a growly ripped through his chest.

Kurt still held himself over Dave but lowered his chest to be flush with Dave's sensing that he needed the closer contact. Dave's hands still gripped his hips firmly and his hips continued their repetitive and sure thrusts. He snuck his hands under Dave's arms so that he could wrap his hands around and over the top of Dave's shoulders from his back. When Kurt had his hands secured he brought his lips to Dave's neck.

He nipped and teased the straining tendon. The light stubble when Kurt reached Dave's jaw easily made his lips tingle. And while his upper body remained tightly latched onto Dave to comfort him, Kurt's lower body remained lax and open to Dave. Kurt knew Dave wouldn't take long to reach his own orgasm once he was able to set his own pace.

"Come," Kurt whispered into Dave's ear. "Do it. Just let go."

Kurt could feel the stutter of Dave's pace and the rumbling in Dave's chest of what would soon be a combination of a shout and a growl. He moved his lips back to the sweet spot Dave had at the hinge of jaw just under his left ear. The grip his boyfriend had on him increased and three hard and fast thrusts later Kurt felt the rush of hot come inside him and Dave melt into the bed under him.

He continued lightly kissing Dave's neck while Dave slowly trailed his fingers up and down Kurt's back and letting out a content hum.

"Happy birthday to me." Dave said with a touch of smugness.

"You are such a dork," Kurt said with a laugh that was more of a snort.

"But you love me anyway." Dave's eyes were bright and Kurt could not help himself but to kiss him again.

"Yeah, I do." Kurt said sweetly before finding a comfy place to rest his head between the crook of Dave's neck and shoulder. "We need to get up and take a shower."

"You're the one settling in for hibernation."

Kurt raised his head and balked at Dave.

"Don't act like you aren't the slightest bit tired after that yourself, Yogi."

Dave laughed at Kurt's put upon indignation.

"You're right," Dave agreed with his now newly re-snuggled boyfriend. "And, thank you. This birthday has been the best one I've had in a long time."

"You're very welcome," Kurt mumbled. "Now, shush. I'm sleepy."

The last part came out halfway through a yawn and before he fully fell asleep, Kurt felt the press of Dave's arms wrapping securely back around him.