A/N WOW, I am completely blown away by the reception this story got and the amount of alerts I received. Also thanks again for all the reviews.
I hope I can live up to expectations and you all enjoy this next chapter. Obviously this is officially AU now, the Slushee never happened. I might pinch the odd idea from the show but basically going to go my own way (which means lots of Dave, if only the show would do the same, but at least we shall see him again!)

As Valentine's Day is on a school day, I worked that into my story, the last chapter wasn't very clear on that.
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Also, to anyone who might be reading my other story, I am still working on it, it is just very emotional to write and I want to do it justice. But I definitely plan on updating it soon

Chapter Two Hot Chocolate

It took Dave 12 minutes to get to the Lima Bean. He pulled up outside the entrance and was looking around. "Come on Kurt, where are you" He was saying more to himself. He was sure Kurt had said Lima Bean. He pulled out his phone and dialled Kurt's number.

"Hello? Dave?" Kurt sniffled into the phone.

"Hey, where are you? I am outside the Lima Bean and I can't see you anywhere."

"I just started walking. I didn't want to stay there. I am just down the main road."

"Ok, wait there. I'll get you."

Dave drove off and turned into the main road. He spotted him straight away and pulled up next to him. Putting the truck in park, he quickly got out and walked across to Kurt.

"Hey Kurt, now what's up? You got me…" He couldn't finish his sentence as he was met by Kurt rushing into him and just putting his arms around him, sobbing. Dave couldn't help but to hug him in return.

"Oh gosh, Kurt? What is it?" He asked, being really worried now. What could have possibly worked Kurt up like that? He hoped it wasn't his dad.

He realised Kurt was shivering. "Kurt, you're freezing. Let's get you in the car."

Kurt looked up at Dave through tearstained eyes and nodded. He let Dave lead him to the truck and after he opened the door for him he climbed in. "Please just get me away from here" he said.

Dave was getting in the driver's side and after buckling his seatbelt, he turned to Kurt. "Do you want me to bring you home? I don't think you're in a position to go to school today."

Kurt shook his head frantically. "No, not home… I don't want my dad or Carol to see me like this, they would just worry."

"Ok, I understand." Dave said. He thought for a minute. No way was he letting Kurt go to school like that. He needed somewhere to calm down first even if that meant them both missing first period.

"Ok, I'm going to take you to my house and you can warm up a bit and then if you want you can tell me what's actually going on. You're freaking me out a bit here, if I'm being honest."

Kurt looked at Dave and tried a smile, "Thanks, that sounds good, but I don't want you to get into trouble for being late for school because of me, you could just drop me, you know."

"Don't worry about it. My attendance record is perfect so far, I just tell them I had trouble with the truck or something." He glances over at Kurt, who at least had stopped crying for now, although his eyes and face were still sporting varying degrees of redness. Dave reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a packet of tissues. "Here", he said handing them over to Kurt.

"Thanks," Kurt said. "You know…, not just for the tissues but for coming and picking me up."

"You're welcome. After all, that's what friends are for." Dave replied.

They drove in silence for the most part. Kurt still sobbing occasionally; and Dave still wondering to himself what had happened.

Dave pulled up outside his house and parked the truck in the drive. Kurt looked out of the window and took in the house. It was a nice, fairly big house, with a big drive and it hit Kurt at that moment that despite them having become friends over the last couple of months, this was the first time that he actually would be in Dave's house.

Dave led them up the drive to the front door. He unlocked the door and ushered Kurt inside. "Here, give me your coat", he told Kurt and he took it off Kurt and hung it up. "Take off your shoes, they're absolutely drenched". Kurt did as he was told. Now that he thought about it, his feet were absolutely freezing and his socks were wet from walking in the remnants of the snow that had fallen last week.

Dave took his shoes and placed them under the radiator in the hallway.

"Come on, let's warm you up", he said to Kurt motioning him towards the large sitting room.

The house was nice, Kurt thought to himself. It was brightly decorated and had lots of windows to let in natural light. The sitting room had a couple of comfortable looking leather sofas in it as well as a big TV and a big fireplace.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a minute". Dave said before vanishing. Kurt let out a deep breath. This was not how today was supposed to go. He thought back at the scene in the Lima Bean and could already feel tears pooling in his eyes again. "No, Kurt Hummel, you will not cry" he told himself. Instead he focussed on the room around him.

There were a couple of pictures on the mantelpiece. Being curious Kurt walked over. There was a picture of Dave's parents smiling at the camera. Some people Kurt didn't know and then there was a picture of Dave and a girl, she looked about 12, both smiling and laughing at the camera. 'That must be his little sister' Kurt thought to himself. Dave had mentioned her in the past but he never actually had seen a picture of her. She looked cute and from what Kurt could see had the same hazel eyes as Dave.

"Yeah, that's Nancy," a deep voice said behind him. Kurt jumped back a bit. When had Dave come back, he wondered. "That picture was taken at last year's holiday in Florida. Loved it by the way". Dave said in a reminiscent voice.

"She looks sweet, and you both look very much like you were having fun. That smile suits you" Kurt had said it before it even registered. He quickly coughed and cleared his throat.

Dave looked away just as fast and moved to the couch instead. "So, I got you some socks, I gathered the ones you're wearing are soaked. And I got you a blanket." Dave motioned for Kurt to sit down before giving him the socks and the blanket. "Just make yourself comfortable. I'll get us a hot drink."

"kay" Kurt smiled at Dave. He was actually really touched by the way Dave was looking after him. For a moment the world didn't seem quite as bleak. But soon enough the memory of why he was here in the first place wormed its way back to the forefront of his mind. He busied himself with changing his socks, not quite sure where to place the wet ones he just put them on the floor for now, and then snuggled himself up into the warm blanket Dave had provided for him.

Dave was back a few minutes later, holding two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in his hand. He offered one to Kurt who gladly took it. "Wow" he almost squealed. "You even put cream and marshmallows on it". Kurt said excitedly.

Dave smiled. "I guess having a little chocoholic for a sister has its advantages," he chuckled. "She drinks this stuff by the bucket load".

Dave sat down at the other end of the sofa. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to address the elephant in the room. Finally Dave's curiosity got the better of him.

"So, you're ok now telling me what happened?" He asked in a gentle voice.

Kurt looked up at him and wanted to say something but his mouth had suddenly become dry. He swallowed nervously a few times. Not trusting himself to not fall apart if he told the story again.

Kurt nodded though, and looking into those warm hazel eyes, he finally found his voice.

"It was Blaine and Sebastian" he croaked out. "I walked in on them kissing in the bathroom of all places, how cheesy is that? Any B-rated romantic chick flick could have come up with something better than making out in the bathroom of a coffee shop."

Dave's eyes must have gotten as big as saucers. He could feel his pulse speeding up. That little scoundrel! Who on earth would cheat if he had someone like Kurt as his boyfriend. That guy must be a complete dickhead. What did Kurt ever see in him? Dave wondered. Of course, he didn't say any of that out loud. What actually came out of his mouth was

"Oh… that sucks". Really Dave? Was there nothing better you could have said than that, he scolded himself.

"Yeah" Kurt huffed. "That sucks, or in this case, they sucked… like each others face…" What? Did I really just say that? Kurt couldn't help but a giggle escape him.

"Yeah, sucks man" Dave tried to keep serious.

"Totally," Kurt snorted, not being able to hold it in anymore. "They really sucked…." He laughed out loud now. "It was so bad Dave, it was almost funny. The way they just stood there and…" he needed to breathe. Why was he even laughing when he felt more like crying.

His laughter slowly morphed into sobbing. "Why Dave? I just don't get why. I thought we were happy. I tried to be the perfect boyfriend, I always supported him. I thought he loved me. I get that I am not as exciting as a sexy world savvy warbler but…" He was cut off by Dave, who had walked over to him and took his mug out of his hand and placed it on the coffee table.

"Listen to me Kurt." Dave said kneeling in front of Kurt so their eyes were level. "I don't know why Blaine did what he did but don't blame yourself for any of this. You're an amazing person, Kurt Hummel, and if your boyfriend can't see that and thinks he is better off with someone else than that is his loss, not yours. You're special and don't ever think otherwise."

Kurt was staring into Dave's eyes, a small smile ghosting over his face as he let Dave's words sink in.

They just looked into each other's eyes, neither of them wanting to be the first to break contact.

Kurt's smile grew bigger. "Did you in fact just pay me a compliment, Mr David Karofsky?" he said, giving Dave a little nudge with his toes.

Dave beamed at him in return. "I guess I did… But seriously Kurt, I know this might hurt at the moment, but if the guy is even looking at someone else while he is with you, he is not worth your time."

Dave stood up and sat down again on the sofa. Another silence stretched out between them, while they both seemed to be caught in their own thoughts.

"Dave," Kurt eventually spoke. "You know what? You're right. I won't let this knock me down. It's just bad that it has happened today of all days. I was so looking forward to dinner tonight. This would have been my first official Valentine's dinner." Kurt sighed at the thought of the wasted table reservation and the fact that instead he would be sitting at home, eating ice-cream and trying to avoid his dads' pitying glances.

Dave hummed in agreement. He of course had no date for tonight but he tried putting himself in Kurt's shoes and today probably was a bad day for this to happen.

Kurt mused over the table reservation. Then a thought popped in his head.

"What are you doing tonight?" he said turning to Dave.

"Me? I was not really going to do anything much. The usual really. Remember, closet case with no date to take anywhere!"

"Good" Kurt said, suddenly sounding very excited. "I'd hate to waste that dinner reservation. How about you and me tonight 8pm, Breadstix?"

Dave's mouth opened and closed a few times without anything actually coming out. He stared at Kurt, trying to ascertain what had just happened.

"What? You mean like a dinner date?"

"No, silly. Just two friends going out for dinner. But of course, if you don't want t to go and be seen with me out in public" Kurt said, sounding a bit disappointed.

"NO" Dave almost shouted. "Sorry…, no" he said in a quieter voice. "That's not it at all, you're getting this wrong. I just, I don't know, I didn't expect you to be wanting to spend an evening with me, that's all I suppose."

"Well, David Karofsky. Let me tell you something about Kurt Hummel. If he wouldn't want to spend the evening in your company, he wouldn't have asked, so the mere fact that said Kurt Hummel did in fact asked you implies by default that Kurt Hummel would very much enjoy spending an evening in your presence should you want to grace Kurt Hummel with it."

Dave just stared at Kurt with a gaping mouth. That was one speech he just gave him. His dumbfounded face changed into a grin soon enough. "Well, in that case, Mr Kurt Hummel, one David Karofsky would be honoured to accept your invitation to dinner."

"Good, that's settled then". Kurt said, feeling a lot better already. His feet warm and cosy, the hot chocolate did a good job in warming him up, as did the blanket and now he had dinner to look forward to after all. 'Take that Blaine Anderson and Sebastian Smythe', he thought to himself.' No way, am I letting you spoil my Valentine's day'.

Kurt's eyes wandered over to Dave and met his. He gave him a genuine smile. Kurt realised he was actually really looking forward to having dinner with Dave.