Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Glee - it all belongs to Ryan Murphy and the Fox Network. I'm just playing with the characters a bit. I am making no money from this fic.

Chapter Four

After a quick goodbye, Kurt left the choir room feeling better than he had all year – although, honestly, nothing had changed. He couldn't explain why he'd needed Mr. Schue to shake the sense into him, but he had. As he walked the halls of his alma matter, he ran across a scarily familiar scene. A boy, who was roughly David's size and wearing a letterman's jacket, had Maks pinned against the bank of lockers. "Hey!" he barked. "What the hell are you doing?"

The jock jumped away, his face a brilliant shade of red. "Nothing," he mumbled. "We were just talking."

"Maks?" The young singer met Kurt's eyes. "Was it just talking?" He watched as the boy glanced at the jock before nodding tentatively; Kurt sighed. "Why don't you head to class?" he suggested to the still-blushing jock. "And, Maks, you come with me."

"I have class."

"I'll have Mr. Schue sign you out," he said. "You and I need to talk." Maks nodded, and they went about securing the boy a pass. "Do you have a car?" Kurt asked as they walked out of the building some ten minutes later.

Maks shook his head. "I walk."

Kurt nodded and led Maks to his car. He stopped before he unlocked it. "Just as a disclaimer," he said, "I am not trying to kidnap you or seduce you in anyway. I am simply a concerned adult who is offering help." He grinned. "And coffee."

Maks blinked at him. "Wow. Thorough."

"You're what? Fifteen? I'm twenty-three. I'm just covering my bases, you know?"

Maks nodded. "Understood." Kurt unlocked his car, and they climbed in. He didn't need directions to the Lima Bean, though Maks insisted on telling them. As they entered the small coffee shop, Kurt breathed in that comforting smell. The place hadn't changed much over the years, except the faces behind the counter.

"What do you want?" Kurt asked his younger companion as they approached the counter.

"White mocha latte, double shot of espresso," Maks said, practically bouncing. Kurt repeated the order and added his own grande nonfat mocha and a couple of biscotti; he forked over the twelve bucks and pointed Maks towards a couple of seats by the window.

"So while we eat, tell me about your bully."

Maks's face turned bright pink. "Ty's not really a bully," he mumbled into his drink.

"So I didn't see him pinning you –" Kurt paused and took in Maks's flushed face. "He's your boyfriend," he concluded softly.

"I wish," the boy said quickly, bitterly. "Ty is straight as far as anyone else knows, and I'm just the kid he picks on."

"But when you're alone?"

Maks smiled sadly. "He told me he loves me, and I think I love him. But our whole whatever is based on making out. How can you love someone who won't look at you unless no one else is around?"

"Your Ty sounds like the spitting image of my David."

Maks raised an eyebrow. "He was a closeted jock?"

Kurt nodded. "For the first two and half years of high school, he made my life a living hell." He went on to tell Maks about David's horrendous coming out and how long it took for them to finally find and keep one another.

"How did you get through it?" Maks asked, fascinated and more than a little sad. "How are you together now?"

Kurt smiled. "Because we love each other so much it hurts sometimes, and the prospect of not seeming him every day makes me want to cry." He shrugged. "After all the hurt and the stupidity, we decided that us, together, was more important than anything else."

Maks sighed. "Ty's not like David at all then. He says he loves me, but he doesn't act sweet. He won't hold me or say nice things; if we're not making out, then it's a waste of his time." Tears glistened in the younger boy's eyes. "I was trying to get him to talk to me when you came up."

"It wasn't going well."

He shook his head. "He was about to hit me. I could tell."

"Has he hit you before?"

Maks gave him a look, and Kurt understood – of course Ty had hit him before, he was a bully. "He never hits too hard," he said defensively. "Just hard enough to make it convincing."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "So you've discussed and planned for him to abuse you?"

"He doesn't abuse me!"

"Maks," Kurt said sadly, "what would you call it?"

The boy paused, thought about it, and Kurt watched as the recognition clicked. Maks began to cry, and although he shouldn't have, Kurt stood and yanked the boy into a brief hug. "You need to get away from him," Kurt said once he'd released him. "You can't let him use you anymore."

"But I love him." Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him, and Maks sighed. "I'm afraid he'll do something." He curled up into his seat, drawing his knees up to his chest. "If I leave him, if I'm not using him just as much as he's using me, then I'm a threat to him. I know his dirty, little secret." Maks shuddered. "Ty never plans to come out – he doesn't think he has to."

Kurt snorted. "He's delusional."

"He thinks if he gives in a little then he won't have to be gay."

"It doesn't work like that," Kurt said gently. He pitied this Ty kid, even while he feared for Maks's safety. "He can't trick his own sexual orientation."

"I know that. I've been trying to get him to talk to me for months, but it just makes him angry."

"You need to talk to Mrs. Schuester." Maks's eyes went wide with fear. "I'm not telling you to out Ty, I don't believe in doing thing, but you need to get help getting out of an abusive relationship. And you need to report the bullying."

"Won't they put two-and-two together?"

"Emma might, but Figgins won't," Kurt said. "No one ever expects jock-types to be gay. Most people truly believe that all gay men fit the effeminate stereotype." He laughed sadly. "Most people knew I was gay before I even admitted it to myself."

Maks nodded. "My mom told me before I could tell her." He sighed. "I love Lima, I really do. I think it'd be a great place to raise a family, but the people are still so narrow-minded, you know? I never wanted to leave Lima forever, but I feel like I have to. It's not fair." Kurt had never thought about it that way before. He'd wanted to leave Lima ever since he was eight years old – he hated the quiet, hated the simplicity. Even though he was kind of a shut-in, he did love New York's noise and how there was always something to do and its fashion. He never felt like he had to leave Lima, not in the way Maks meant; he just never pictured staying.

"If you want to stay and raise a family here when you're older, than you should do it," he said finally. "Make the people here accept you."

"You didn't," Maks accused. "You ran off to New York City."

Kurt nodded. "That's right, I did, but I never wanted life here. If you want it, take it." He didn't know where this newfound confidence was coming from, but he didn't fight it either. They sat in silence while they finished up their coffee. "You want me to take you back to school or home?" Kurt asked once they were both done.

"Home, please," he said. "I need to think, ya know?" Kurt nodded, and they headed out. Listening to the directions, Kurt dropped Maks off and headed home. Before the boy could shut the door, Kurt held out his card for Maks to take.

"Call me, if you need me," he said.

"You're going back to New York," the boy argued, but Kurt insisted.

"If you need anything," he said again and pressed the card into the younger man's hands.

Kurt drove home to tell Carole and Burt that he was returning to New York. He knew Carole would be thrilled; he knew she was worried about David being alone. She wanted to get on a plane and rip the paparazzi limb-from-camera-lens when that TMZ article was published, and then, for the first time ever, she'd screamed at Kurt. How dare he leave her baby alone to face those wolves – things like that. It had taken his dad hours to calm her down, but she did bring down a plate of cookies and watery, tearful apology which Kurt eagerly had accepted.

A car he didn't recognize was pulled alongside Carole's little sedan – he parked his dad's truck, which he had been borrowing, on the street so that he didn't block anyone in. Going into the house, he expected one of Carole's friends or one of the mechanics who was just testing out a car; he wasn't expected to find Paul Karofsky sitting in his living room.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Kurt yelled, anger flaring up his spine. The Karofskys hadn't bothered to call and check on their son at all since they kicked David out. He looked at Carole and his dad and knew from their expressions that it wasn't the first time Paul had been there. "What the fuck is going on?" He watched Carole wince, knew she wanted to say something about his language, but she didn't.

Whatever was going on was serious.

"Kurt, sit down, okay? We need to talk."

David's POV

Dave broke about a dozen traffic rules driving to JFK to pick Kurt up. They'd only been separated for three weeks – Kurt had been held up for a week after he'd told Dave he was coming home – but Dave was practically shivering in anticipation. He couldn't wait to hold the man in his arms again. He barely slept the last few nights from the sheer excitement jittering in his veins. He was over an hour early, just in case the flight got in early, and he almost cried when he saw that it was delayed thirty minutes due to bad weather in Ohio.

Impatiently, he stood and waited, arms crossed over his chest and what was sure to be an extremely pissed off expression on his face. People gave him a wide berth. The second he saw Kurt coming, however, his whole demeanor changed. A smile spread across his lips, his face lit up; he barely resisted the urge to jump up and down like a five year old. He waited for Kurt to come to him, liked watching the man approach, but as soon as Kurt was close enough, he grabbed him and yanked him into his arms. He spun them around, and Kurt's clear, delighted laugh made all of the dark heaviness that had been weighing on Dave's soul just disappear.

He buried his face in Kurt's hair and just breathed him in, held him as if he'd fade away. "I missed you, Hummel," he murmured.

"I missed you too, sweetheart," Kurt whispered back. "But I'm back." He pulled out of Dave's grip so that their eyes could meet. "I'm back," he said, and Dave couldn't help but grin. He bent down and took those lips that had been haunting him for weeks with his own. Kurt rose up on his toes to meet him, and Dave sighed against Kurt's mouth. It had been far too long. "David," Kurt murmured as their lips parted, "I need to tell you something." He stared at his fiancé, how happiness warred with some kind of darkness in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something.

Dave shook his head and hushed him. "No," he said, "'cause I can already tell I'm not going to like it. Am I right?" Kurt bit his lip, shook his head. "Was it something you did?" Kurt shook his head again. "Then it can wait until after I get you home." Kurt trembled in his arms – he didn't miss Dave's meaning. He kissed Kurt again, reacquainted himself with those so-perfect lips, and this time Kurt didn't pull away. He gave himself over to their kiss, moaned gently when Dave's tongue slipped between his lips to play with his own. A security guard politely tapped Dave on the shoulder after awhile and asked them to take it somewhere more private. He glanced down at Kurt's kiss-swollen lips and felt himself stir in his jeans. Yeah, they had to get home. He threaded his fingers through Kurt's and reached down to shoulder his duffel. "Ready to go home?" he asked.

Kurt nodded. "So ready." The drive back into the city was a long one. "Why did you drive again?" Kurt asked. "We could've taken a cab."

"We'd still be in traffic," Dave reminded him. "Cabs don't fly."

Kurt snorted. "No, they don't, but we could've made out in the backseat."

Dave's hands tightened on the wheel. "Damn," he breathed. "I'll have to remember that one." Kurt chuckled, and the hand that had been resting innocently on Dave's leg slid further up and inward, towards Dave's groin. "Kurt," he grunted, half-warning, half-plea.

"I thought about you all the time, David," Kurt said in that gentle, purring way that made Dave crazy. His fingers ran over the inner-thigh seam of Dave's jeans, making Dave squirm in his seat. When those roving fingers brushed over his groin, Dave let out a tight, low moan. He'd been at half-mast since their kiss at the airport, but that barely-there brush had him full and aching against the zip of his jeans.

Kurt made a happy sound. "That for me?"

Dave made an affirmative noise. "What did you think about, when you thought about me?" he asked, a glutton for punishment.

Kurt brushed against Dave's cock again. "I thought about how much I wanted you inside me," he said softly and palmed Dave more fully. "I would fuck myself with three, sometimes four, fingers, but I never felt full enough, not like when you're inside me." Dave groaned – his dick twitched beneath Kurt's hand. Kurt made another happy sound. "I also thought about how I had to have you," Kurt said. "It's been so long, and I would fuck my own fist and try to imagine it was your tight, perfect ass. But it couldn't measure up." All the while Kurt spoke, he squeezed and stroked Dave, and while this usually would be enough to work him up but not push him over the edge, Dave felt like he was barely holding on.

"Kurt," he gasped and couldn't resist bucking his hips slightly, seeking more friction. He couldn't decide whether he wanted Kurt to stop or keep going.

"Come for me," Kurt pleaded. "I need you to come for me. Right now." Dave could do nothing but obey; he had to force himself to keep his eyes on the road as he came. He moaned helplessly as the shivers ran up and down his spine. He heard Kurt gasp faintly, saw him shaking and pressing a hand into his groin, and realized that Kurt had come too, just from watching Dave come undone. He drove a little more recklessly now – coming had done nothing to slack the need for Kurt that coursed through him. If anything, it made it all the harder to keep from just pulling over and taking him in the backseat.

Ten minutes later, he finally parked in their assigned space and practically dragged Kurt from the car. When Kurt went for the trunk, Dave literally picked him up in a fireman's carry. "We'll get it in the morning." He heard Kurt's breathy giggle and knew he was getting off on Dave's "Neanderthal act." Kurt had admitted a few years ago that, when Dave wasn't angry and acting like an asshole, he found it incredibly hot when Dave went all caveman. Dave had used that information to his advantage ever since.

"Hey, John," Dave greeted the surprised doorman as they passed.

"Good evening Mr. Karofsky," the older man said, finally smiling. "Good to have you back, Mr. Hummel." His delighted laughter followed them to the bank of elevators.

As soon as the elevator doors closed and the platform began to rise, Dave put Kurt back on solid ground and wrapped him in his arms. "Hi," he murmured and smiled.

Kurt's grin could give a sunburn, it was so bright. "Hi." Kurt stood on his toes to press his mouth to Dave's; he sighed into the touch, and Dave couldn't help but make a noise in reply. "I'm so sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass," he murmured.

"Don't worry about it, love."

The elevator dinged at their floor, and the doors slid open. Kurt glanced up at him, eyebrow quirked adorably. Dave smirked and picked him up again, knowing it was what Kurt wanted, and carried him down the hall to their apartment. "Can you open the door and keep me balanced all at once?" Kurt asked in a ridiculously pleased voice.

"Sure thing, love," he said and carefully dug their key from his pocket while keeping Kurt perched on his shoulder. Once the door was unlocked, he carried Kurt into their apartment and straight into the living room and promptly tossed him on the couch. "Stay," he commanded and went back to shut and lock the door.

And, for once, Kurt followed his directions; he hadn't moved an inch. "I'm lonely down here," he said. His eyes met Dave's, and he frowned slightly when he didn't move. "David," he all but moaned pitifully, but Dave didn't relent. He kept standing, watching Kurt with what he knew was an infuriating smirk on his face.

Kurt's POV

Kurt stared at David's smirk and thought, two can play this game. He reached down and popped the button on his jeans and pulled down the zip slowly, teasingly. David loved to watch Kurt touch himself, but he had almost no patience to watch it and not participate. Kurt wrapped a hand around himself and ignored the drying mess from the car earlier. Locking eyes with David, he pumped his cock and moaned softly as it hardened steadily. Just as he expected, David lasted all of thirty seconds before he was kneeling over Kurt; he slapped Kurt's hand away from his cock. "No more of that," he said and pulled Kurt up. "Let's go take a shower, all right? The insides of my boxers are feeling kind of gross."

Kurt tried to keep the disappointment off his face, but he had to admit that a shower did sound pretty good. He took the hand David offered him and giggled when David pulled him off the couch. His giggle turned into a shriek of laughter as David chased him into their tiny bathroom. It felt good, to laugh and be silly like this. Their relationship hadn't been silly and carefree in so long. "I love you," he said as David turned on the shower and set about ridding Kurt of his clothes.

David pulled Kurt's shirt over his head; he bent down and captured Kurt's lips. "I love you too, Hummel." He smirked. "Now drop the underwear and get your cute, little ass in the shower." Kurt laughed again and shimmied out of his boxers. Instead of getting in the shower right away, however, he stood and watched as David shed his own clothes. He practically drooled as David's broad shoulders and hard stomach came into view; he wasn't ripped and defined, but he was solid and manly and the very sight of his body could make Kurt hard and wanting. And then, of course, David slid off his jeans and boxers and revealed his oh-so-perfect cock. He was long and thick, and it made Kurt practically melt for it. "Kurt?"

Kurt blushed and realized that he'd been staring. "Yeah?"

"You've got some drool on your chin, love," he said in that cocky voice that Kurt loved. David had been so unsure of himself for so long and now he was confident and a little full of himself. He knew how good he looked, and he knew people's eyes followed him everywhere.

"Shut up," Kurt sniped and climbed into shower, under the steamy stream. Seconds later, David followed him in and wrapped his arms around Kurt, pressing his chest against Kurt's back. He leaned his head back so that it rested on David's solid chest. "I've missed this."

"Shower cuddles?"

Kurt nodded. "And having you wash my hair," he said and turned around. He smiled up at David, hopeful, and his fiancé chuckled. David reached for Kurt's shampoo and poured a bit into his hand and then spread it slowly, gently into Kurt's hair. His eyes sank shut as David's fingers massaged his scalp and worked the shampoo into lather; Kurt practically purred, much to David's amusement, as David tipped his head back and rinsed out the shampoo.

"I love you like this," David said in a deep, growly voice. "You're relaxed," he said and dipped his head to kiss Kurt's lips, his chin, his throat. "And you aren't at all put together. You're just Kurt." He kissed his way back up Kurt's throat, his chin, to get to his lips again. "My Kurt," he murmured against his lips. Kurt slung his arms around David's neck and fell into the feeling of David's lips on his own.

David turned and pushed Kurt against the slick wall; his knee slid between Kurt's legs as his tongue parted Kurt's lips. He moaned under the heartbreakingly gentle assault – he was, all at once, overwhelmed by the feelings and frustrated at the slow, leisurely pace. When David's lips moved across his cheek and down to his throat once more, now nipping at the sensitive flesh, Kurt moaned louder. David grabbed behind Kurt's knee and hitched his leg up and around David's thigh, bringing their lower bodies into contact.

Kurt whimpered at the feel of David, full and thick, against him. His whimper turned into a loud cry as David bucked his hips forward, sliding their cocks together. "David." He couldn't wait anymore – he had to have David. He cried out mournfully as David let him go.

"Let's finish up here," David said. "I want you on our bed." Kurt nodded and, for the first time ever, skipped over his extensive showering routine. He didn't re-shampoo like normal and didn't wait the five minutes before washing out the conditioner. "Someone's eager," David teased as he leisurely rinsed off the subtle smelling soap Kurt had bought him. Kurt was practically dancing in the shower, waiting on David to finish.

When David reached for the conditioner – something he never did – Kurt actually growled. "Are you fucking serious, Karofsky?"

David quirked an eyebrow at him. "What?"

Kurt reached around and turned the shower off. "You better be in our bedroom in thirty seconds, or I'm starting without you." He climbed out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and headed to their bedroom without looking back. Before he even could begin to dry off, David was on him, pushing him onto the bed – Kurt yelped. "We're both soaked!"

David grinned roguishly. "Who cares?" He bent his head and lapped at one of Kurt's nipples, and suddenly the soaked bed sheets slid from Kurt's mind. David's tongue gathered the water on Kurt's throat, his chest, and by the time he reached his hips, Kurt was a shivering mess. "You want me to suck you?" David asked in a husky voice. "Huh?" Kurt wanted him to, really, but he shook his head. "No?" Kurt shook his head again. "So what do you want, Hummel?"

Kurt trembled, need spiked through him. He felt on the edge of tears. "No more teasing," he panted and yanked David up so that he could kiss him. He fueled all his desperation into that kiss, using his lips and tongue and teeth to tell David how much he needed him. "No more stalling," he murmured against David's mouth. "I need you inside me so badly. Please."

David's POV

Staring into Kurt's watery blue eyes, Dave knew he couldn't tease him anymore. Not when he looked so wrecked already – and so near to tears. "Okay, love," he murmured gently and pressed a kiss to Kurt's pouted, swollen lips. Shifting off of his body, David reached for the lube in the bedside drawer – he'd made sure to get a new tube before Kurt got home, he kind of used the rest of what they had before.

Kurt moved so that he lay on his back, against their pillows – he must have been really desperate to forget about how wet he still was – and Dave groaned as he watched Kurt wrap his hand around his own cock. Kurt spread his legs as Dave crawled to him; he popped the top of the lube and spread a bit on his fingers. Reaching over, he slid his fingers against Kurt's puckered opening, making Kurt gasp and wriggle back against the slight pressure. The gasps turned into soft, pleading moans as Dave pressed one finger into Kurt, not stopping until it was all the way in.

On any other day, he would go slower and draw opening Kurt up to him, but Kurt seemed to be in no mood for that. Quickly and sufficiently, Dave worked him open with one, and then two, fingers. When he brushed against Kurt's prostate, his fiancé decided he couldn't take it anymore. "Now," he all but demanded. Although he still felt too tight, Dave had stopped arguing with Kurt about this kind of thing years ago. Kurt knew it would probably hurt, but he obviously felt he could handle it. Before he could slick himself up, Kurt sat up. "Wait," he said, "I want to do something." He pushed Dave backward and crawled between his legs.

Before he could ask what he was doing, Kurt swallowed as much of Dave's cock into his mouth as he could. Dave let out a yelp and then a deep groan as he felt Kurt's throat swallowing around the tip of him. His eyes rolled back in his head as Kurt bobbed his head. A slick finger slid behind his balls and across his entrance. "Kurt," he groaned as that finger pushed inside him, quirking enough to brush his prostate. "Kurt, shit." He sighed in semi-relief as Kurt pulled his mouth away, and the finger was removed. Dave gulped when Kurt sat up, a wicked smile on his face. "Caught your breath?"

Kurt nodded and climbed atop Dave's thighs. Without word or warning, he slicked Dave's cock and positioned it at his entrance. They both groaned as Kurt sank down; Dave couldn't believe how impossibly tight Kurt felt. It had only been three weeks – surely he couldn't have forgotten how wonderful this was in that short amount of time? Kurt paused once his ass met Dave's hips, and they both took a collective breath. Staring up at Kurt, Dave's heart clenched in his chest - he looked like some kind of debauched angel. His eyes were hooded, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth, hair plastered to his forehead. "You're beautiful," he murmured and smiled when Kurt flushed. Kurt began to move, and Dave's breath caught in his throat. He tried to keep his hips still, enjoying Kurt's rolling movements, but as Kurt squeezed around him, he couldn't keep still anymore. Raising his hips, he met Kurt thrust for thrust, grunting every time Kurt's muscles tightened around him.

Suddenly unable to stand simply watching him, Dave sat up, and Kurt moaned as the angle changed - Dave could feel himself pressed against that spongy, sensitive nerve-bundle. Kurt wound his arms around Dave's neck, keeping him close, even though it limited their movements. "Love you," Kurt gasped as he bucked in Dave's grip. "Need you above me."

Carefully, Dave moved so that he could lay Kurt back - still balls' deep inside him - and settled himself over him. He could move his hips now, steady and deep but slow. He groaned and nipped at Kurt's delicious throat and whispered sweet, nonsensical things in his ear. He loved this man, loved holding him, loved being as close to him as was physically possible. Even though he came earlier in the car, Dave could feel himself getting close; Kurt, he could tell, was nowhere near. "Kurt, let's swap."

Kurt had to shake his head a bit. "Huh?" he panted.

Dave crushed his mouth to Kurt's before slowly pulling out of him. "Fuck me," he said. Kurt understood that well enough and nodded, grinning. Dave rolled onto his stomach, and Kurt reached for the lube that was sitting, nearly forgotten, on the edge of the bed. Dave swore when Kurt pushed in two fingers, not wasting any time letting him warm up. Although, Dave couldn't say that he wasn't just as eager. He groaned as Kurt quickly scissored his fingers, opening him up enough to push in a third finger. "God," Dave panted when Kurt brushed over his prostate. Kurt let out a soft giggle and pressed more firmly against that sensitive spot, and Dave saw stars. "Fuck, Kurt, now!"

"Up," Kurt said simply as he pulled his fingers away. Dave eagerly moved to his hands and knees, while Kurt positioned himself behind him. The blunt head of Kurt's cock pressed against his entrance, and Dave sucked in a breath and tried to remember to keep calm and relax. The initial burn and stretch made him wince and tense up. "Relax, sweetheart," Kurt murmured in his oddly deep, sex voice. He rubbed at the small of Dave's back gently, sweetly. Once he was all the way in, he paused and leaned forward so that his chest was pressed against Dave's back. "You are so fucking perfect," he said against Dave's shoulder.

Dave grunted some kind of reply as the burning began to fade into a pleasant achiness. "Okay," he finally managed to say.

Kurt's POV

Kurt wrapped his arms around David's waist and let him take all of his weight - he knew David would be able to easily - and began to roll his hips forward, pressing himself into David. It wasn't very deep at this angle, and because of his unwillingness to move from where he was draped across David's back, it didn't feel very coordinated. But David began making those little gasps that meant that Kurt was, at least, brushing over that wondrous spot a little bit. He pressed little kisses against David's shoulders and neck before using one of his hands to wrap around David's cock. As what always happened when he was inside David, he felt his orgasm coming on far too early. He pumped his hand in time with the thrust in his hips, and David cried out. "Close?"

David nodded and moaned when Kurt's thumb swiped over the head of his cock. "So close, love," he mumbled, "so close." Kurt groaned in relief as his hips began to lose its rhythm. "Fuck, Kurt, I'm –" David cried out as he came all over Kurt's hand.

Kurt yelped as David's muscles constricted around him, yanking his orgasm from him in a rush. Panting, he laid his cheek against David's sweaty back. "I love you," he mumbled against his skin.

David chuckled shakily. "I love you too." Kurt slipped out of David – they both shivered – and they collapsed onto the sodden bedspread. Kurt snuggled in against David and propped his chin on David's chest. David smiled and swept Kurt's bangs off his forehead. "I missed you so much, Hummel."

Kurt smiled and pressed a kiss to the skin closest to his mouth. "I missed you too."

They lay together for a long while until David said with a laugh, "You know this comforter is ruined, right?"

Kurt nodded. "And we both need another shower."

"And you still haven't delivered whatever bad news you had." Kurt felt the smile drop from his face as his memory caught up with him; he sighed. "What is it?" David cupped his cheek, which only made him feel worse. David shouldn't be the one to do the comforting, not now. "Kurt?"

Kurt bit his lip. How the hell was he supposed to deliver this kind of news? He sighed again and met David's worried eyes. "It's your dad."

David stiffened beneath him. "What about him?" he asked stiffly, as guarded as Kurt had seen him in years. He knew David had mixed emotions about the people who abandoned him – a part of him was so angry and hurt that he never wanted to even mention them again, but there was a part that wanted to know his family. For them to know him and finally accept him and see how wonderful his life had become.

"David, sweetheart," Kurt said, "he's dying, and he wants to see you."

A/N: I know this took forever, and I'm sorry! But this is probably the longest single chapter I've ever written, so hopefully that makes up for it. Shit's about to go down, folks!