I wondered if I'd even be able to publish this! This on again, off again thing is driving me crazy! Anyway, I hope you like this. It's different from any other chapter I've written. And even though these are called one-shots, this chapter will definitely have a follow up. I want to dedicate this one to Chris. Your writing moves me and you keep me so entertained. As always, review if you like it, hate it, or are intensely apathetic.

Dave Karofsky was not an easy man to find.

It didn't help that Noah Puckerman was feeling a combination of nerves, light headedness, and all out nausea. But he knew that these feelings were not going to get better...not until he talked to Dave.

He'd checked all of Dave and Kurt's favorite make out spots; all 23 of them, to no avail. He'd stopped by the hockey rink and the football field but they yielded nothing.

His next stop was the Karofsky household. Mrs. K had come to the door; Cran-tini in hand, the scent of baking brownies wafting through the door. She'd laughed when he'd asked after Dave. She'd informed him that Dave was her child in name only, as he was now practically living with the Hummels.

Before he'd been able to leave, she'd pointed her short index finger at him- the finger that all mothers wielded with such authority, and had instructed him to remind her son and Kurt that they were to remember to leave that bedroom door unlocked. Then she said that she and Carol Hummel were not born yesterday and were not above creating an embarrassing incident and make sure her son knew that.

That finger scared him; it was like Mrs. K was channeling his own mother. Now fear was added to the confused jumble of emotions coursing through his body.

He had to find Dave, and fast.

Spotting Dave' truck in the Hummel driveway he breathed a sigh of relief. Finally.

Jogging up the walk, he was surprised to see the door open before he could knock. Finn stood in the doorway, smiling but clearly puzzled to see his friend.

"Dude, did we have something planned? Because I was just heading out the door..."

Puck; anxious now that his target was so close, barely heard Finn's words.

"No, man. I'm here to see Dave. Is he here? "

Finn looked really puzzled now.

"Yeah, he's here. Up in Kurt's room…"

Puck was already pushing past him, headed for the stairs.

"Dude, you better knock. Just a warning."

Finn's rushed warning caught up with Puck just as he skidded to a halt in front of Kurt's door. He knew it was Kurt's door because; unlike the utilitarian white of the rest of the doors, it was painted a pale lavender. And he could hear the low murmur of voices within. Breathing deeply, he gathered up his courage…he had to do this.

A second later he was glad he had heeded Finn's last minute warning. Upon knocking, he heard the sound of something; or more likely someone, hitting the floor and a hushed chorus of cursing.

"Shit, shit, shit"

This was followed quickly by a rushed and strained sounding "Umm...just a minute, mom!"

Despite his anxiety and nerves, he couldn't help but lean in and enjoy the chaos his knock had elicited.

"No dammit, those are my socks! "

"Make the bed, make the bed!"

A second later, the same strained voice called with false cheerfulness

"Come on in!"

Puck opened the door, leaning against the jam. Kurt was sitting awkwardly at his desk, a pencil in hand, but no paper in sight, while Dave sat on the floor across the room, a textbook strategically placed over his lap. The bed; despite their rushed efforts, was clearly rumpled. And so were they.

"Is that the newest fashion, Hummel? To wear a belt, but not buckle it? "

Barely dodging the book that Dave hurled at him, Puck let himself in, closing and locking the door behind him.

Kurt was blushing furiously, buckling his belt. Fixing Puck with his best glare, he asked the obvious.

"What are you doing here, Puckerman?"

Sliding to the floor, one hand on his head, the other gingerly cradling his rolling stomach, he waited for the wave of nerves to pass.

Looking up, he directed his comment to both boys, but his eyes were on Dave.

"I think I might be gay. And I need to figure out what to do"

When Kurt and Dave recovered from their shock, which took them a solid 10 minutes; they were immediately supportive.

Puck was relieved. He'd known that coming to them was the right thing to do. Especially Dave. Dave was like him. If he could deal with being gay, surely Puck could handle it to.

Joining Puck on the floor, Dave and Kurt smiled at him in sympathy and support. Kurt; sensing that neither of the other boys knew what to say, decided to break the silence.

"So...why do you think you are gay, Puck?"

Puck shook his head. He couldn't talk about that...not yet. Not until he heard what he had come here to hear.

"I don't want to talk about that yet. I actually came to ask Dave something… How did you know you were gay? What happened? I need to know if what is happening to me, happened to you too."

Dave hesitated. He didn't know if he'd ever told anyone the full story of how he came to know he was gay. Kurt knew most of it. But to open himself up to Puck...

But then again, he remembered the feelings he'd dealt with before coming out. The anger, the self hatred, the confusion. If he could help someone else deal with those feelings, then surely it would be worth a little painful self disclosure.

Biting his lip; he glanced at his boyfriend. As always, just the sight of Kurt gave him strength. Made him feel brave. Taking a deep breath, he began.

"I didn't…I wasn't one of those kids who "always knew". I didn't do any of that stuff people think gay kids do. I didn't play with Barbies or wear my mom's clothes or anything like that. Even as I started to get older, I thought I was normal. When other boys started noticing girls, I figured I was a late bloomer. That'd I start to be interested soon. Only I never was. And then..."

Pausing, he tried to gauge if he was freaking the other boy out. But Puck was leaning in, intent on his every word.

"Then, I got to junior high. And I tried to make myself like girls. I would pick a girl and decide that she was the one. But I would find myself thinking...oh she would be cuter with short hair, and if she liked soccer, and if she didn't have...you know...a chest, and I would find myself completely transforming her. Junior high was hell, dude. Then, high school it finally happened. I was sitting in freshmen orientation and I saw this one boy…"

Pausing, Dave couldn't help leaning over to brush his lips across his boyfriend's mouth. Kurt's cheeks were flaming red and he looked adorably embarrassed and yet pleased to know that he was Dave's first real gay crush.

"Anyway, there was this one boy, let's call him "Kurt" and I was sitting in the row behind him and he turned to say something to his friend and oh my god, man, it hit me then. Like a ton of bricks. I could physically feel…I don't know… electricity or something through my entire body. My toes were curling in my shoes and I felt like my heart was pounding so hard and it was all I could do to not reach out and touch him. I wanted to so bad, my hands were shaking"

Puck eyes had widened, and he appeared both fascinated and mildly terrified by the story that Dave was telling. Dave didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, but he was finding the process of sharing this strangely healing. So; whether it was helping or scaring Puck, he felt like he needed to go on.

"From that moment on; I didn't notice anyone else. Boy or girl. It was only him. It was always him. Whatever forced image of girls I'd tried to put in my..umm...spank bank... were gone, and within a few months I was full on not even trying to hide from myself that it was him that I was imaging when I was…you know".

Dave couldn't believe he was talking about this. Kurt's blush had deepened to a painful red, and Puck's eyes, if it were possible, were even bigger. Dave pushed on, deciding he was in too deep now to stop.

"I feel sick about the way I treated Kurt for years. It was my fucked up way of trying to deal with how I felt about it. And; I'm not going to lie, pushing him, getting in his face; it was kind of my sick way of getting to be close to him. I know, I was seriously messed up, right?"

Dave felt his boyfriend's small, smooth hand link with his and it calmed him; as it always did. Even though Kurt had forgiven him, it still hurt him to talk about what he'd put the other boy through. Telling Puck this story made him realize that while Kurt had forgiven him, he had a ways to go toward forgiving himself. Continuing, he said

"But we're here now, and I'm out and I've never been happier. I feel like I didn't even know what it was to be happy before Kurt. My parents and sister love me and I love them, but this is different. This is… everything. I feel lost, and yet found at the same time. I feel complete, like the other half of myself; the part I didn't even know was missing, has been found. I don't want to sleep at night because my wildest dreams can't compare to this."

Dave stumbled to a half, realizing that he'd been rambling; as people in love are wont to do. He looked at Puck, whose wide eyes now appeared confused. Looking over at Kurt, his heart stopped. Silent tears were falling down his boyfriend's deeply flushed cheeks.

"Ok, babe?"

Kurt nodded, wiping at his tears with a trembling hand. Ignoring the presence of the other boy, Dave pulled Kurt into his lap and his arms. Burrowing into his boyfriend's big, strong arms, Kurt sighed.

"I love you, babe"

Holding back tears of his own, Dave choked out a reply.

"I love you, too"

Running one hand soothingly over the back of his boyfriend, Dave finally looked at Puck.

He was surprised to see a hint of tears shimmering in his eyes.

"So?'

Puck seemed started by Dave's question.

"So, what?"

"So, after hearing my story, do you think you are gay?"

"Oh…probably not. But I did give that exchange student from Argentina my number, and he told me he is taking me salsa dancing. Also, I kind of kissed him"