A/N: Oh my god, I love you guys so much, all those reviews made me just… oh it was awesome!

A/N: As this is mostly a comedy, keep in mind this is unrelated to any of my other stories apart from Waffles and From Pie to Tots.

From Cake to Cookies

Chapter 2

Lasagna

"Kurt, babe… are you sure about this?" asked Dave as he set the table.

"Am I sure?" asked Kurt with a raised brow, "There your parents, you said you wanted to tell them over dinner."

"It could be next weekend…" said Dave with a hopeful smile.

"David Karofsky, I have slaved over a hot stove all day for this! School is only a handful of days off, and you better not…" Kurt was silenced by Dave's lips against his, backing him up against the counter.

"Your so fucking cute when you rant," said Dave, kissing Kurt's lips a little gentler and pulling away, "Is there any particular way you want to have the table set?"

"No, its fine… but please fix the place settings," sighed Kurt with a small smile as he took the lasagna out of the oven.

"Yes dear," smirked Dave as he straightened them and glanced at Kurt though the door opening and then to the clock, they had about twenty minutes.

Kurt set it on the cooling rack and admired the dish, hoping everything went okay. It was hard telling his parents they were dating, but at least they knew he was gay, but Dave's…. He sighed and went to get the plates ready but two arms snaked around his waist and Dave's chin resting in the nook of his neck.

"Baby, let's open a restaurant.. that way we could charge Puck and Finn for food… we never told them free food for life," smirked Dave, giving Kurt a gentle kiss on the neck.

"Hmm, maybe… but I have a feeling if we had a restaurant… nothing would ever get cooked," chuckled Kurt as he leaned back into Dave with a gentle sigh.

"I'd be okay with that," chuckled Dave, kissing up to Kurt's ear and giving it a gentle nip, causing a slight gasp from his boyfriend, "We have fifteen minutes.."

"David, I am.. oh… not.. stop it… your parents are… David!" gasped Kurt as Dave spun him around and started to unzip Kurt's pants, "I hear a car!"

"What?" asked Dave, quickly pulling away from Kurt and looking out the window.

"Got you," chuckled Kurt, dodging out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

"Hey!" yelled Dave as he ran after the laughing Kurt.

Kurt dodged into Dave's room and ran on the other side of the bed near the bookshelf, he couldn't help but grin, he loved these games. Dave ran in after him and darted towards him, causing Kurt to run across the bed and back out the door. He heard Dave stumble behind him as he ran into the living room. A few circles around the couch, a detour in the dining room, a counter dodge into the kitchen, and Kurt had managed to run back into Dave's room and flopped on the bed as Dave flew into the doorway taking deep breaths. Kurt backed up on the bed as Dave advanced, both chuckling but out of breath.

"David, we're home!" came a yell from the front door, both sobered up quickly and stood, fixing themselves and practically running out Dave's bedroom door.

"Hey mom, dad," said Dave casually as he walked into the living room area, "Kurt's here."

"Of course," smiled the Mrs. Karofsky, her stern face softening, "He's here nearly every night, David."

"Yeah, that two weeks he wasn't was concerning," said Mr. Karofsky with a chuckle.

"Well.. my parents really wanted to go to Graceland and Finn and I had no choice… it resulted in many embarrassing pictures," sighed Kurt at the memory of one particular picture in which he and Finn had fallen asleep in the backseat… talk about awkward Facebook postings.

"Oh well, David and Paul are far too busy for those family trips," said Mrs. Karofsky with an eye roll and glare at her husband and son.

"I never said that… I said they were boring," said Dave, resulting in a short glare from both his mother and Kurt.

"Well I should get started on….. dinner?" said Mrs. Karofsky, stopping in the kitchen door at the sight of food.

"Surprise," said Dave, "Kurt made dinner."

"That was nice of you dear," said Mrs. Karofsky with a wide grin that solved Kurt's mystery of where Dave's smile came from.

"It was no problem Sheila, I mean how many times have I eaten here," said Kurt, "But yeah, its ready, if you're hungry."

.=.=.

"So, are you two working on PFLAG again tonight?" asked Paul, as he took another piece of garlic bed nearly half way through dinner.

"No," said Dave, "We're just hanging out."

"Yeah," said Kurt glancing at Dave, "We've been planning hanging out tonight for a while…"

"Yeah, so how was work?" asked Dave, Kurt noticed his unease, and stabbed at his food, wondering if Dave was going to crack.

"It was okay, the office was a zoo as usual, really big case with that attack in Columbus," said Paul, "What about you hun?"

"Nothing really, what about you two?" asked Sheila quickly.

"Nothing," said Dave quickly, "Watched a movie."

"Yup," said Kurt, remembering said movie never got watched and they spent most of the time cuddling and talking, "Let me take your plate Sheila."

"Oh Kurt, I can…" she was cut off.

"No, it's no problem," smiled Kurt taking her plate and yanking Dave's empty one away from him and heading into the kitchen.

He slammed the plates down a little too hard and glared at them. It wasn't like he hadn't thought Dave might panic and decide not to tell his parents… but the reality was just setting in as the evening dwindled away. It was getting late and still… nothing. He didn't want to have to sneak around Dave's house all the time and wait for Dave's parents to leave before holding his hand. He knew he shouldn't get so worked up over it, considering Dave was already openly telling his friends, but it just seemed so incomplete.

"Hey," said Dave in a whisper as he walked in, "You okay?"

"Sure David," said Kurt wiping his face and shoving the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Hey babe, don't do that internal suffering thing, what's wrong?" asked Dave, but the look on his face gave way to the fact he already knew.

"I know it's hard, but that is why I'm here…" said Kurt, "I just don't want to have to pretend to be your friend or something around your parents when I come over…."

"Kurt I just don't think tonight is…"

"The right night? Is tomorrow… or next week… or graduation… or what when you're in collage… give me a timeline here," said Kurt, crossing his arms, "I would like to know when I can come over and talk to your parents without having to be careful about my word choice."

"You can do that now," said Dave, with a shrug.

"Really? Because last weekend when I came over you asked for me to put you class ring in my pocket instead of wearing it," said Kurt, pulling it out of his pocket, "What did you say when they asked where it was?"

"… I.. I told them I got sick of wearing it and that I lost it," said Dave, looking at the linoleum and biting his lip.

"Well.." said Kurt with a glare, putting it on the counter, "You found it… good job… tell your parents good night for me."

"Come on Kurt, don't be so dramatic… Kurt?" asked Dave as Kurt went to leave the kitchen, he grabbed his wrist, "Please wait."

"David, I don't want to talk about it right now, I'm just going to go home before I do get 'dramatic,' okay?" said Kurt, pulling his hand out of Dave's grip.

"Kurt… damn it," said Dave as Kurt cut through the hall to get to the entrance where his keys were.

"Is everything okay?" asked Sheila, Dave blinked at his parents… was the table and chairs closer than they had been a minute ago.

"Yup…. I'm gay," said Dave, his dad's brows rose and his mom looked like she'd bit her palm as he heard the key plate fall to the floor in the hallway, "And I didn't lose my damn class ring, I gave it to Kurt."

"David," said Kurt wide eyed from the hallway door, "What are you…."

"So… your gay?" said Paul nodding calmly.

"As gay as gay can be… I tried to kiss Santana once.. nearly puked… epic fail," said Dave, Kurt's face was a little red, but he noted it was nothing compared to David's.

"Kurt's your boyfriend?" asked Sheila, removing her hand from her mouth.

"Yeah… very much so.. were even intimate," said Dave, Kurt knocked over the entire coat rack as he moved over to Dave, to shut him up.

"Okay! They got it David!" hissed Kurt, trying to hide his panic with a laugh.

"Wow…" said Sheila, blinking rapidly.

"Damn.." said Paul shaking his head.

"Paul…" said Sheila, he looked at his wife, "You owe me those new boots…"

"Great," said Paul with a sigh as Sheila beamed, "Thanks a lot David… couldn't have told us on your own."

"I'm so confused," said Dave, he looked at Kurt who was just as lost.

"I bet your Dad that Kurt would be the reason behind you actually telling us what we already knew.." said Sheila with a shrug.

"We're not stupid David. Between your issues with Kurt last year… then the sudden friendship.. not to mention the awkward moments we seem to walk in on… oh and don't get me started about the pictures on your phone…" said Paul.

"DAD! I told you not to look in MI PICTURES!" snapped Dave, his face nearly as red as the table cloth now.

"What?" asked Kurt, blinking, and then his face went scarlet and he glared at Dave, "I told you to delete those!"

"I did delete those ones, Kurt… but I took some other ones…" said Dave, trying to steer them away from his eavesdropping parents.

"Give me your phone," said Kurt grabbing it off the counter, Dave quickly looked at his parents.

"Why didn't you say anything… like you knew or anything?" asked Dave.

"Why… I saw all your notes from your friends on your wall… we really kind of wanted you guys to make us stuff," said Paul.

"No! We wanted you to tell us… with food…." Said Sheila.

"…. I don't even know you," said Dave, "Do you know how much emotional turmoil I went through to tell you guys…."

"DAVID!" came Kurt's voice from the kitchen.

"Looks like he found the pictures," said Paul, "Yikes… you should run…"

"Good idea," said Dave, backing down the hallway and towards the bathroom.

"Why didn't you tell me about the pictures?" asked Sheila.

"I did… I said, hey hun… David has pictures of Kurt on his phone like I have of you…" said Paul, Sheila blinked for a moment and then smacked him across his arm.

"Paul! I told you to get rid of those!"

TBC