It was Christmas Eve, two more days and Dave could go back to Manhattan and go back to work and Jeff. He and Jeff had decided to spend the holidays apart, because Jeff's work had him working on Christmas Eve and Dave had really wanted to see his father.

So, he went to the store and bought food and alcohol and prepared to spend it at home with his dad, and maybe a movie after his dad went to bed. Then his dad told him they'd been invited to the Hummel's for a Christmas Eve party and Dave sighed and gathered up the champagne he had bought and went begrudgingly with his father.

The house was full of people Dave vaguely remembered from Lima, and a few he'd rather forget. He really just wanted to get out of there and go back home, and then he heard him whisper in his ear and offer to go somewhere quieter with him.

They ended up in the backyard on the swing set.

They sat there awkwardly for a few minutes, and then Kurt was handing him something.

It was the manuscript he had offered to have his friend look at.

Kurt blushed and looked at the ground,
"I know you said to send it to you, but I 've been writing this since senior year and I reread it through three times since yesterday and wrote the ending."

Dave took it from Kurt's outstretched hands and looked through it. It was about four hundred pages long, clearly freshly printed, and it even had a title page. The manuscript simply read, "Better Than it Was." David promised him he'd give it to Oscar when he got back to Manhattan the next day.

"I'd like you to read it, David. Before you pass it off to anyone else."

"I'm not an entertainment agent, Kurt. I only handle athletes."

"I know that, but the story is about you. About us." Kurt looked at the ground again.

Dave scoffed at that, us?

He was confused and intrigued at the same time, and that irritated him. Kurt wasn't allowed to make him feel anything but closure and sometimes hatred.

"I wasn't aware there was an us."

Kurt winced at that, "I didn't mean us now, but in high school."

"I didn't know there was an us then, either. As far as I remember, Kurt, you blackmailed me into letting you fuck me, then treat me like shit, and when I dare have feelings for you and do something nice for you, you laugh in my face and then out me to the whole school. My life was hell after that. I know you don't know about any of that, since you didn't even fucking bother to apologize or talk to me after I had to leave McKinley and finish my year out homeschooled. I was tormented for months after I left McKinley, even when I went to the grocery store for my mom. If someone from the hockey team saw me, they'd start chanting, "faggot" and "cocksucker" at me. I went to fucking college and Rick showed up and plastered homophobic slurs and threats on my dorm room door. He went as far as telling my roommate, that I'd come on to him and try to have sex with him when he was drunk or sleeping. I ended up having to have a single dorm for my first two years of college, because of the rumors. Not one gay guy would talk to me, because they were convinced I was a stalker and crazy."

Dave stopped talking as he realized Kurt was silently crying as he listened to him.

"Stop it, Kurt. I don't want your sympathy and pity after this many years, but just so you know, you treated me like absolute shit and you ruined my life and I worked my ass off to graduate and do something with my life and you don't get to waltz in six years later and pretend like what you did wasn't atrocious and that you don't deserve to feel like shit, because you do."

"I have felt like shit, David. Every day since the day you left. I tried getting in contact with you after you started being homeschooled, but your dad and mom told me to stop, that you were better off and didn't need anything from me. Santana threatened physical harm and even Finn told me that I was an unforgivable asshole for what I did to you. I know that what I did was awful. There is not a day that goes by that I don't regret what I said to you, what I did to you, and how I made you feel. And I know I can't fix it or take it back, but I would like to start over, if possible."

Dave wanted to stamp his feet and say no and throw a temper tantrum, but he couldn't. Even though Kurt had taken his virginity, and had thrown his love back in his face, Kurt still got to him. He wanted to be friends with Kurt, he wanted to know what it felt like to have Kurt smile at him and thank him for doing something nice for him. He wanted to know what it felt like to have Kurt actually like him and not wonder if he was going to flip a switch and become evil.

So Dave sat back down on the swing and sighed.

"So, you wrote a book about us?"

"Yeah, I mean as best as I could. I figure you could give me a few reminders, since you probably remember certain aspects more."

Dave took the book, wished Kurt a pleasant Christmas, and went home.

He stayed up all night and was still up reading when his dad got up to fill his Christmas stocking. He was still up when the sun was peeking over the horizon and was just finishing the manuscript when his dad came back downstairs to make coffee.

The book was from Kurt's point of view. It talked about how much he hurt in high school. How much he hated everything and everyone.

He hated that he lost his mother at a young age, he hated that the first boy to ever like him back made him feel small and worthless. He hated getting a boyfriend who made everything about himself and what he needed, and that Kurt never got what he wanted or needed. He hated the boy who bullied him and made him feel like he wasn't strong enough to stand up for himself. He hated feeling like he was weak and insignificant but what he hated more than anything was that the same boy, allowed Kurt to bully him back, allowed him to take his virginity, allowed him to continue to have sex with him, without saying anything. He knew it hurt him, he got off on the fact that he was hurting the person who in his mind was the villain in his life. He took out all of his hate and anger on the only boy who had ever claimed to love him, who had done something so sweet and romantic, that it hurt to breathe when he thought about it, and in a moment of terror and panic of losing control of his life, he self-destructed and in the process ruined someone else.

He never forgave himself. The book moved through Kurt's life as he went to college and ruined everything good that happened. He ruined his chances with Adam, a sweet young man, who had been the perfect boyfriend, but all Kurt could see was what he had done to Dave. He worried constantly he'd do the same thing to Adam, and refused to ever top in the relationship. Adam got tired of being ignored and his boyfriend being obsessed with an old high school classmate. He had flunked out of school, because he felt like he didn't deserve anything good, and he moved back home and worked at his dad's shop, because he felt like that was all he was good for.

Then he showed back up unexpectedly on a random day in December. The first time he saw him he was wearing grease and overalls, and he never felt more vulnerable. The object of his obsession for so long was standing in front of him and he wanted nothing more than to hug him and apologize for every cruel word and action he had ever done to him. But he could tell that he didn't want that, and that even talking to him was a chore. But by the end of the conversation, he, being the almost saintly guy that he was, was offering to do something so nice for Kurt that he could have wept. Instead he finally hugged Dave for the first time, ever. And he felt like his world tilted and shifted back onto its axis. The book meandered through them becoming friends and eventually had them having drunken sex on New Year's Eve in Manhattan, when Kurt went to visit Dave, and by the end of the book, Dave and Kurt were getting married and were living together and life was good for both of them. They worked through their issues together, and had an incredibly strong friendship and even stronger relationship. Because of it Kurt no longer hated himself. The love that he had received from Dave and the love he learned to feel for himself far outweighed anything he had ever felt before and that love had saved him.

Dave closed the book. His mind and heart were both racing a mile a minute. Is that what Kurt hoped would happen for them, because if so, Kurt was delusional. Dave was in love with Jeff and hoped sometime in the spring, they'd take the next step and get engaged. Did Kurt really think writing this would right the wrongs that he had done to Dave or that it erased the horrible interactions they had in high school?

He sent Kurt an email that he had provided with the manuscript and told him in no uncertain terms did this change anything between them, that they were in the past, and that Kurt's book was not going to happen. He did preface it by saying he like it and that Oscar would get it the first Monday after New Year's and he hoped Kurt did find the happiness and love he wrote about in the book.

He refused to spend his Christmas worrying about Kurt and his issues and spent it with his dad and his dad's new girlfriend. He got a new video game and some cologne from them and he enjoyed a home cooked meal. The rest of the day he spent playing his game and packing intermittently.

At about seven that night, he got a text from Finn Hudson.

Hey, sorry to bother you on Christmas, but have you seen Kurt?

Dave rolled his eyes in irritation. He couldn't even last one whole day without being reminded of Kurt and that damn book he had written.

No. I don't know why you would think that I have.

He left here a few hours ago and was pretty upset. All he told Rachel was that he needed to talk to you.

Well he hasn't shown up here and if he does, I'll send him home.

I know he hurt you a lot, Dave, but can you please just be gentle? He's really upset. He ruined his favorite scarf today, when it got caught in the car door and ripped.

He's fucking upset about a damn scarf? Why is this my problem?

I hate to do this, because it breaks like every brother code, but it was the one you got him for Christmas in high school.

Dave felt all the air in his lungs leave. He sat down heavily on the bed and stared at his phone.

Then he heard a rapping at his bedroom window. He knew who it was and his heart constricted.

He quickly text Finn back,

He just showed up. He'll be home soon.

He turned his phone off and went to open the window.

Kurt stood there and it was clear he had been crying.

"What do you want, Kurt?"

Kurt just started crying as soon as he got into the room and sat on the bed.

Dave hated seeing anyone cry, especially when it was Kurt. He had hated seeing it in high school and now he was hyper aware of it.

"I'm sorry, David. I know you don't want to see me, especially after that email you sent me, but I wanted to clear the air."

"What is there to clear?"

"I know you want nothing to do with me, I'm not stupid or naïve to think you'd ever be in a place again where you'd want to be with me romantically. Rachel felt like the book needed a happy, romantic ending for us, which is why that ending is there. But the book is true. After I went to therapy, my therapist helped me understand what you loving me did for me. It helped me realize that I am not unlovable or as worthless as I was feeling about myself and that it was okay to like myself, even love myself. So, I stopped going after guys I knew were jerks and wouldn't treat me well, and I stopped the self-defeating behavior. It's been awhile, since I moved home, but I feel like I'm ready to start believing in myself again. The only thing I want from you is forgiveness, and permission to have a good life. I feel like I owe you that much."

"I do not want to be held responsible for your happiness, Kurt. You alone are responsible for that. I do forgive you and I want you to be happy, no matter what it is or where you go. So yes, you have my permission, even though you don't need it, to be happy."

Kurt hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, David."

David pushed him away and stood up.

"Finn told me that you were upset for another reason tonight."

"It's true. I saved the scarf you gave me, and after everything that happened, I felt awful. I refused to give it up. I slept with it, used it every day in winter, and it sort of became a security thing for me."

"Well maybe that was a sign that you don't need it anymore and that you can truly move on."

"Yeah, but the scarf symbolized a lot of things for me and I'm really sad that it ripped. Maybe, I'll do something creative with it, like have Carole put it in a quilt or something."

"Trust me, Kurt, you don't need anything like that. You are a strong and I'm proud of you for overcoming your anger and hatred. I'm only sorry that I ever contributed to it."

Kurt had tears in his eyes again as he got up,

"And I'm sorry for taking it out on you, you did not deserve it. I'm sorry for everything I ever said or did to you. I hope that you and Jeff are very happy. Maybe the next time we speak, I too will be happy and with someone who loves me as much as you clearly love him."

Kurt quickly kissed Dave on the cheek and exited his room.

Dave looked out as Kurt walked across the snowy yard and to his car parked on the street.

Dave was so confused. He didn't understand what he was feeling or why he was having conflicting feelings at all. He loved Jeff with his whole heart, and yet, he still felt twinges of something that felt suspiciously like affection and love for Kurt, even after everything that had been through.

He fell asleep with thoughts of high school, Kurt, and Jeff waiting for him at home, racing through his head.

The next morning he decided to go home. His car was done as Kurt said it would be, so he picked it up from Burt and drove it back to his dad's house. He listed it online and put a for sale sign in the window. He didn't need a car now that he was living in New York City, and if he did eventually, well he could get a new car, certainly nicer than the 1999 Alero he had been driving since high school.

His dad gave him a ride to the airport in silence and then he was flying home to his loft apartment. He couldn't wait to surprise Jeff. They could go to their friend Mona's New Year's Eve party like usual, and have their traditional post hangover New Year's Day brunch with their friends.

He quickly got a taxi as soon as he grabbed his luggage and was pulling up to his building within an hour of landing.

It was only eight p.m., so he knew Jeff was either at the gym, or still working on a huge project his firm had started in October. Jeff was amazing. He was a pro bono environmental lawyer, so he often took on big corporations for OSHAA violations and he always had some pet project. This project was taking on two large chemical corporations known for polluting several rivers and lakes in upstate New York, and had taken up a good portion of his time. Dave didn't mind though, because he was often busy nights and weekends talking to clients, going to games, and schmoozing businessmen and corporations who were looking to do endorsement deals with his athletes. Or he was being roped into doing other functions for the senior partner in the firm who often asked him to make appearances at other functions as well like book signings, movie premieres, and exclusive after after parties. Dave loved his life with Jeff, but mostly he loved that Jeff was so passionate about saving the world one fish and tree at a time, and it spilled over into everything he did. He fought, loved, and lived passionately. He turned the key into the lock and slide the door open. He could hear Jeff's favorite music on in the background. Wafts of soul music washed over him. He saw that Jeff had already eaten some Lebanese food from a local restaurant and that his clothing was strewn about on the floor. He picked up the pieces of clothing, fold them while he went. He could hear the shower running and Jeff humming in the bathroom. He walked into the bedroom to deposit the clothing into the hamper and to enjoy a leisurely shower with his boyfriend when he spotted him.

Jeff's assistant, Jeff's very naked assistant sitting in bed with his laptop, plates of half-eaten Lebanese food, condoms and lube on the nightstand, and a bedroom that smelled very much like sex. Dave drew a sharp breath and turned around. He didn't want to deal with this. He was crushed. He saw Michael's look of shock and guilt when he saw Dave and that was enough for him. He didn't know the protocol when dealing with things like this. It was his apartment, but he felt like he was intruding. He went into the living room and sat down on the television in a numb stupor.

The only thoughts running through his mind were, how long, why, and damn this sucks.

He knew Michael was informing Jeff of his surprise visit home, when the shower shut off and heard Jeff cursing. Usually, that cursing was saved for the times he cut himself shaving, or when he was trying to find precedence or information for a case that was hard to crack.

He waited for five minutes, then six, then ten, until Jeff came out of their bedroom, his bedroom, with sweatpants and David's favorite shirt on him.

"Hey baby."

"How long?"

"Come on, David."

"How fucking long, Jeff?"

"Since Halloween."
"You've been fucking sleeping with your assistant since Halloween?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't think to break up with me first?"

"I didn't think you'd take it well. I mean clearly, you aren't."

"It would have sucked if you had broken up with me then, but this is so much worse. You started sleeping with someone else two months ago, and let me continue to fuck you, with no condoms I might add, and act as if everything was okay. I literally had no clue of this. I thought you were happy, you told me you were. You told me you fucking loved me to the moon and back and that one day you wanted to marry me and that we'd have kids!"

"I know."

"So what? Was everything you said to me these past two months a lie so that you could feel less guilty about having sex with another man in my fucking bed?"

"It is our bed, David."

"Not anymore. As soon as you decided to start sleeping with pretty boy twink in there, you lost the right to call it our anything. In fact, it's not my bed. It's your bed. I don't want to live here anymore. I'm going to find a new apartment. Take the loft. I'm removing myself from the lease effective tomorrow."

"You can't just do that."

"Yeah I can. Remember, this is your apartment. You were the one who invited me to move in with you two years ago. Your name is primary."

"But you just can't leave."

"Why not?"

"David, did you ever think that you might have something to do with me seeking something outside of our relationship."

"Yeah. In fact, the whole time I've been yelling at you, I've been beating myself up inside, for something, whatever it is I did to you, to make you cheat on me and break my heart."

"Well, you weren't giving me what I needed. I told you repeatedly I wanted to top, that I didn't like bottoming all the time."
"And I let you top."

"Yeah, but you were never into it as much as I was. You just sort of took it. And that doesn't do anything for me."

"You know my history and why I told you when we started that I wouldn't want to do it and you told me you'd be okay with bottoming for the rest of your life as long as it meant you got me. So clearly, you were lying then just to get me into bed."

"Maybe I was. I don't know, but along the way, I just got tired of always pandering to your sexual needs. And Michael loves bottoming. I feel strong and powerful and needed when I'm inside him and you've never once made me feel that way."

Dave just wanted to punch something, break something, and go on a drinking binge. Instead, he walked into his former bedroom, took as many clothes as he could fit into his luggage, grabbed his cat Persephone, and walked out the door.

As he left he turned to look at Jeff and Michael who had come into the living room.

"I will be back tomorrow to get the rest of my stuff. If anything is missing or broke, you can expect an itemized report and a trip to civil court. After all, I'm a lawyer too, in case you forgot."

Dave had nowhere to go. He just wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

He remembered that Santana was coming into town for New Year's Eve and called her. Luckily, she answered on the first ring and told him she had just arrived in New Jersey at a seedy little motel across from Newark Airport.

So, Dave took a taxi, a subway, and three busses to get to her motel. He crashed with her for the night. The next day he went into the city and took his name off the lease. He went back and packed up the rest of his stuff, called for a moving service and by the end of the day, he had cleared out almost everything he had started with or bought over the course of their relationship.

Santana came into the city the following day and by December 30th he had a new apartment and had almost everything moved in with help from a moving company and Santana being a slave driver.

He woke up on New Year's Eve and knew there was no way he was going to Mona's party, knowing that Jeff would be there and it would be awkward, so he looked up various parties is boss needed people at, and found one close to Time's Square, where they could look out over the festivities. It was on the roof of a local building and they could see the concerts and still go inside and be warm.

He invited Santana to be his date. It's when she sprung it on him. Rachel and Finn had decided to come to the city for New Year's Eve and were bringing Sam and Mercedes, Brittany, Artie and Tina, Mike, and Kurt. Rachel's old classmate Brody, was having a huge party at his loft and they were going to hang out. But she promised she'd go if they could all come. Dave sighed and called his boss and within an hour had fifteen passes in hand. He called Mona and invited her and her girlfriend.

Ten minutes later, he saw that Mona had cancelled her party and told them they were still on for the post hangover brunch. Jeff posted how sad he was about missing it, but he had someone to cuddle with at home. Dave wanted to throw his laptop out the window.

Everyone arrived at Dave's new apartment by six p.m. except Rachel, Finn, and Kurt. They were staying at Brody's and Rachel wanted to get a new dress for the party.

At nine p.m. Dave took everyone over to the party in town cars and they were arriving just as Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel were arriving. Justin hugged Max and asked him how Persephone was doing. Kurt happened to be standing against the building and looked at him in shock. Dave told Justin she was just fine and thanked him for talking him into rescuing her. They talked about the NBA and about the Nicks scoring average, and then they were inside the party. Justin left him to mingle with the rest of the celebrities and he was alone.

He knew Kurt was behind him, because he smelled his cologne. The same he had on when he was in his bedroom. The same he wore in high school.

He turned around when he heard Kurt clear his throat,

"Yes?"

"Nothing, I was just going to say hi and thank you for inviting us."

"No need to thank me. Santana is the reason you are here tonight. Believe me, the last thing I wanted to do was spend my New Year's Eve with people from high school."

"Wow, I'm sorry. I can leave if it would make you feel better."

"No. I'm sorry that was uncalled for, I'm just really not happy today. You should enjoy yourself. The shrimp is always good and the prime rib is the best in the city."

"Thanks."

Dave walked away and went straight to the bar. He downed three drinks called Liquid Cocaine, and then a Long Island iced tea. He was wasted. He went to the roof where a few people were congregating, smoking, and laughing. He sat down on one of the lounge chairs in the corner, drank some vodka from the bottle he had snagged and watched as snow slowly began to fall. The crowd went inside as it started to snow and he was left alone. He could hear parties and music in the distance, and he thought about how fucked up his life was.

The door opened about twenty minutes later and Kurt stepped outside.

Kurt looked radiant under the soft light from the roof. He had on a gray pea coat and a brightly colored scarf.

Dave who was still drinking stumbled over to Kurt.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorry, I just needed some air. Santana kept pressuring me to bump and grind with some guy from your office, and I didn't really want to."

"Oh, Gabe. Yeah, he just came out a few months ago, and I made the mistake of telling Santana he needed to get a boyfriend and she told me she'd get him one when she was here."

"Well, I'd rather get my own boyfriend."

"Would you?"

Dave crowded into Kurt's personal space and fingered his scarf.

"Your new scarf is really ugly."

"Shut up. I sewed it myself. I took the scarf you gave me and sewed it in with some fabric from a dress my mom made when she was pregnant with me."

"You made a scarf out of something I gave you and your dead mom's dress?"

"Yeah."

"That's so weird."

"Shut up. I wanted to remember both things."

"I want to."
"You want to what?"

"Have drunken New Year's Eve sex with you. Like in your book."

"What about your boyfriend? The saintly, perfect Jeff."
"Fuck you, asshole."

"What?"

"Jeff cheated on me with his stupid little twink assistant. And then he had the audacity to tell me I wasn't enough for him in the bedroom, because I didn't want to bottom."

'You didn't bottom for your boyfriend? Ever?"

"No, I didn't bottom for my boyfriend, because some asshole ruined that experience for me, and I have no desire to revisit it again."

"Goddamnit, David. Why didn't you try it again?"
"I don't know. Scared I guess. Scared it wouldn't feel the same, scared that it would lead to more heartbreak."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't top for Adam. You know that, because you read the book. I was afraid of hurting him like I hurt you, and he wanted to bottom. He claimed he was a power bottom and each time it got close to me topping, I panicked."

"See we're perfect for each other, you won't top and I won't bottom."

"Except the reason it's the way, is because of what I did to you. I don't feel right having sex with you."

"You don't feel right? You who blackmailed me into having sex in high school? Really? You're going to turn down sex with me? What if I said you could top me again and leave me just like then? Would that get you hot and bothered, to know that you can still treat me like shit and I'll come back for more?"

"Stop it, David."

By this time Kurt was crying as Dave yelled at him,

"You don't want to have sex with me. I'm sorry that you're hurting, but this is not the way to make yourself feel better."

"I'm pretty sure sex will make me feel better."

Kurt sighed and walked back into the party.

Dave was pissed. Of course he'd get shot down when he was at his most vulnerable. And of course he'd ask Kurt for sex, and Kurt would turn him down flat. He had forgotten how they worked. Kurt got whatever he wanted and Dave didn't.

He drank more. At midnight, everyone went to the roof to watch the ball drop and Dave stood there silently as people kissed and cheered as midnight struck. Then he was being pulled into a kiss. He could taste champagne and chocolate and something he hadn't tasted in years. He was kissing Kurt. He pushed Kurt up against the balcony and deepened the kiss. He continued to kiss him as people started wolf whistling and cheering. He didn't stop until Kurt pushed him away.

They were both flushed and had glassy eyes. Kurt was definitely drunk by that time and Dave hadn't stopped drinking since Kurt had left him the hour before.

Dave arched an eyebrow as he looked Kurt who nodded.

Dave and Kurt walked back into the party. Dave said his goodbyes, then he was in the elevator with Kurt and as soon as the doors closed, they were pressed against the wall making out again.

It was unlike anything he'd experienced before, the urge to kiss someone nonstop and to keep kissing them until they were panting for breath. The urge to drag him down and fuck him through the floor or blow him. It wasn't like that with Jeff or any other guy he'd been with since Kurt.

Then they were in a town car and headed to Dave's loft.

They kissed as they made their way up to his apartment and were still kissing when Dave managed to fling the door open, and still when he kicked the door shut and pushed Kurt into his bedroom.

There was no time to savor this, because Dave was afraid Kurt would sober up and put an end to it. He quickly discarded Kurt's clothing, and made sure to fold the scarf tenderly. That bit of information was still sitting in his mind. The fact that Kurt held that one piece of their past relationship so close was unnerving and unsettling.

He was back then and laying Kurt down on his bed. He wanted to taste every inch of skin, to kiss him until their lips fell off, to stroke him and suck him, and finally be inside him.

And so he did, he teased Kurt and made him shudder and groan and beg for contact.

As he lowered his mouth over his leaking cock, Kurt shuddered. Dave licked and bobbed and sucked. He did everything he had ever had done to him and stuff he had only ever seen on porn. He knew it was working because Kurt had a death grip on his hair and was uttering curses and terms of affection and endearment in the air. He tried to pull Dave off as he warned he was close, but Dave sucked harder. He felt Kurt pulse in his mouth and was rewarded with the hot, salty liquid as it spilled across his tongue and into his throat.

He pulled off with a lewd pop and smiled at Kurt who was lying on the bed with his arms flung out.

He bent down and kissed Kurt then, who kissed him back fervently. Dave still tasted like Kurt and Kurt moaned into his mouth.

Then he was pushing Dave on his back. He rummaged in Dave's nightstand and pulled out the lube and condoms and quickly sheathed Dave. He poured lube in his hands and slowly jacked Dave off until he was coated. Then he took some more and coated his fingers. As he kneeled on the bed he began to finger himself open and Dave groaned at the sight. He quickly sat up pulled Kurt to him and bent him over. Kurt yelped in surprise, until Dave started licking at his hole. He pushed some of the lube inside with his tongue and continued to rim him. Kurt was begging and pleading for fingers and for his cock. He wanted Dave inside him when he came.

Dave reluctantly pulled back and poured lube on his fingers. He worked him open with one, two, and then finally three fingers, and when he found his prostate, he held his finger there for a few seconds as Kurt shuddered.

He finally entered Kurt slowly as he held his hips with a firm grip.

Kurt wiggled as he tried to impale himself on Dave's cock.

Dave just held him tighter and stilled him. He pushed in until he was nestled against him.

Then he pulled back until he was almost out and then slammed back in.

He did this agonizing pace for a few seconds, until Kurt was begging for faster, harder, more.

So he started in earnest. He slammed into him over and over. He lost track of the times he thrust and what was going on. He only wanted to find release, and Kurt felt better than anything he'd ever been in before.

Then Kurt was pushing him on his back and he rearranged himself so he could slide himself down on Dave's cock.

Then he proceeded to ride him and Dave felt his stomach tightening. He changed his mind, this was the best thing he'd ever felt.

He started to thrust up as Kurt slammed down, and on the fourth meeting, Kurt gasped and flung his neck back. Dave had found his prostate and had hit it dead on.

He sat up and grabbed Kurt's neck with one palm. He grabbed his hair and neck as he began slamming harder and harder into that spot.

Kurt was shuddering and moaning as Dave hit it relentlessly. Then Dave's other hand was on Kurt's cock and stroking him. Kurt was falling apart around his cock. He finally bit his lip as he gave a shout and Dave's hand and stomach were coated.

He lasted about thirty seconds longer when Kurt who had come down from his orgasm still bounced on his cock and bit down on his neck.

Dave couldn't help but shudder as he filled the condom. He dropped his head into Kurt's chest.

They sat still joined for what felt like hours. David finally felt himself slip out and Kurt rolled over onto the bed.

Kurt looked absolutely wrecked and Dave realized he really liked that look.

And that scared him. He didn't want to feel that way about anyone, so soon after Jeff, but especially not Kurt.

He got up and took a shower and thought of the best way to get Kurt to leave and forget anything had ever happened.

When he got back out, Kurt was sitting on his bed, smiling like an idiot. Dave didn't return it. He picked up Kurt's clothing and gave them to him.

"I think you need to leave."

"What?"

"Leave. You need to leave."
"But why? I thought that…"
"I told you what I wanted, Kurt. I never told you or implied that I wanted to be with you or wanted a relationship. Sex is just sex as you know. Thanks for reminding me of high school."

Kurt looked devastated, but he got up and put his clothes on. He left without a word as Dave pretended to be busy with making coffee."

He didn't turn to look until the door opened and closed.

He went to the door and wanted to open it so bad and pull Kurt back in and apologize for being a dick, but this was not what either of them needed and he didn't want to string Kurt along and give him hope, because he knew one day he'd meet the guy and Kurt deserved to meet his own guy.

They didn't speak again for months, until Oscar emailed him and told him that one of the small publishing houses in New York City wanted to buy Kurt's story and Elena, Dave's boss insisted Dave be Kurt's agent since they were friends.

He didn't know how to approach him again after months apart, and especially how he had ended things with Kurt.

So he emailed him and told him to get to New York City and that they'd get him set up with an editor .

Kurt called him back ten minutes later. He had gotten his number from Finn.

A week later they were back together. Kurt looked happy, which made Dave simultaneously relieved and also upset. Dave was still upset about how they had left things on New Year's Eve, but Kurt seemed fine.

They sat down for a business lunch and Dave led him through the mechanics of getting started. They made a calendar of dates that Kurt needed to be traveling for tour dates, and some national appearances. The New York Times had found about the book and wanted to debut it. Then the lunch was over.

Kurt waved over a good-looking guy, and introduced Dave to Henry, a young man he had met at community college. Kurt had gone home and decided to make a change. He was close to transferring to NYU for fashion design and thanked Dave for helping him make the change. Hank had come along because he wanted to go to NYU and they'd check it out together. Dave could tell Kurt liked him and tried to keep the bitterness from welling up.

Kurt invited Dave to a dinner with them later that night, but he declined.

The last thing he wanted was to hang out with Kurt and Hank on a date and be the awkward third wheel.

He was working on some contracts when he heard his phone go off.

He looked to see a text from Kurt,

Hey, so I'm all alone and wanted to know if you wanted to see a movie or something.

Where's your boyfriend?

What? Hank is straight. He's dating Quinn.

Sorry, you can come over to my loft. I'm sure there's some terrible movie on Lifetime you can cry over.

"You're an ass, but I'll be there in a few minutes."

Dave changed out of his fat pants and put on some jeans.

He made some popcorn, pulled out some beer, and looked through his dvd collection. He's sure he had something Kurt would be okay with watching.

Kurt was there in ten minutes.

Dave let him in and told him to pick out a movie.

Kurt settled on Pirates of the Caribbean and they watched it in silence.

The credits rolled and Kurt got up and stretched.

"Thanks for everything today, David."

"You're welcome, but you should be proud of yourself, it's because of your words that you're here."

"Are you proud of me?"

"What?"

"Are you proud of me?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"The kind that has a yes or no answer."

"IT's also the kind I don't want to answer, because I don't know how to."

"So that's a no, then."

Kurt moved to grab his coat then.

"You know, something? I left my scarf here on New Year's Eve. I figured if you found it, you'd contact me and get it back to me, and if you did, you did care about me, even a little. But you never did, so I tried to move on. I thought that when you emailed me today, it was your way of reaching out, but I've been an idiot. So, I'm going back to Lima and finishing my semester and then I'm going to go to New York University, and hope to meet someone who loves me and wants to be with me."

"I didn't see any scarf."

"That's impossible. I left it on your bed."

"I'm telling you, I never saw any scarf and if I had seen it, I would have gotten it back to you. I'm not an asshole, and I hate you for even implying that."

Kurt went into Dave's bedroom and pulled his drawers open. He looked through everything. He looked through his closet and finally sat on his bed and cried.

"I really loved that stupid scarf."

Dave just stared at him and then went over to the bed and sat down beside him.

He awkwardly patted his back and then put his arm around him.

Kurt turned into him and his head in chest.

Dave knew Kurt wasn't lying and his scarf was somewhere in the room.

He got down on his knees and looked under the bed and there it was lying beside the watch Dave thought he had misplaced when moving.

He pulled it out.

He gave it to Kurt.

Kurt sniffed and then blinked and then smiled brilliantly.

The swelling of pride that ran through Dave's heart was surprising and new.

He wrapped it around Kurt's neck and Kurt leaned in and kissed him.

"Thank you, David."

"You're welcome."

"I'm sorry I made a mess of your room."

"It's okay. I know how important that scarf is to you."

Kurt kissed him again.

Dave forgot where he was and that led to more kissing.

An hour later after a round of unbelievable sex, they were both panting.

This time Dave invited Kurt to shower and stay for breakfast.

Kurt went back to Lima the next day and Dave told him to call him when he got back.

Three months later, Kurt was back in New York.

He asked David out a month after that.

They dated for six months.

The following New Year's Eve, after a party at Mona's, where Dave got to show off his hot boyfriend to Jeff who was now with some other twink.

They went back to Dave's and had slow Ringing in the New Year sex.

The next morning Dave gave Kurt his last Christmas gift.

It was the newest Marc Jacobs designer scarf.

Dave told Kurt he hoped this one would be a new start.

Kurt agreed and as they kissed under the falling snow, Dave definitely knew that he had been out of his mind when they had started, but now, he was so happy he had stuck it out.

That night in a New Year together and happy, Kurt turned the television off in the middle of a football game, Dave was actually interested in.

Kurt told him he wanted to have sex.

Dave didn't hesitate to follow.

As Kurt began to prepare himself and Dave, Dave stopped Kurt.

"I want you to fuck me, Kurt."

Kurt gasped and looked at Dave.

"Are you sure, David? I don't want you to top if you're not ready."

"I would have asked if I wasn't, but the question is are you ready?"

Kurt kissed him and pushed him back.

"I have been thinking about this for a while."

Dave moved to roll over, but Kurt pushed him back on the bed.

"No. I don't want to do it that way. I want to see your face, I want to see how you react, I want to know everything and feel everything, and when it's over, I want to do it again."

Dave blushed as Kurt looked at him.

"I made so many mistakes in high school and now that I have the time to do them right, I'm going to."

"You won't get any complaints from me."

Kurt shut him up then with a kiss.

When Kurt finally pressed into Dave, they both sighed.

It felt right, and like home and Dave couldn't help the tears that leaked from his eyes.

Kurt stopped as he watched him with concern,

"Do you need me stop? We can work our way up to this."
"No, it's not that. I'm just relieved. I thought that I'd never do this again, that I wouldn't want to, but you made me want to try, and now that I have, I feel good and complete like I'm alive again."

Kurt leaned down to kiss him again.

"I feel that way too, David."

David urged Kurt to go in further.

When they were finally joined with Kurt inside Dave for the first time since the last time in high school, it was so much more than any other time. It was better than perfect.

He urged Kurt to move and as Kurt looked into Dave's eyes, he urged him on, told him how good he felt, how perfect he was, and everything he loved about being in him. Dave felt his heart swell with love. This is what he had always wanted with Kurt back then, but now, it was so much more. Back then, it would have been great no doubt, but now, they were in love, they were together, and Dave wanted to be with Kurt forever.

As Kurt reached down to stroke Dave's cock, he kissed him again and then whispered in his ear,

"Come for me baby."

Dave thrust his hips as Kurt slammed in one last time, and as Kurt hit his prostate, he saw stars. He knew he came by the feeling of euphoria and utter relief.

And it was as time and space seemed to reconnect, that he felt Kurt pulsing inside him.

He opened his eyes to see cum everywhere. It had landed on Kurt's hands, stomach, chest, and even some on his cheek and lips.

Dave felt awful. He sat up and licked it off Kurt.

"I'm so sorry."

"Never apologize for cumming so hard you pass out on my cock. That was fucking hot."

Kurt kissed him then and they kissed for a while.

Kurt finally got up and used his old scarf to clean himself off.

"Just another memory I'd like to keep around."

He winked at Dave and threw it in his hamper.

"I know you said that I don't need that scarf anymore and I am so grateful for a new start with you, but I'd like to keep the old one around. It reminds me of everything that has happened until this point, and it reminds me of what I could lose if I fuck up again, and I don't want to, because I love you."

"I love you too."

Kurt got up and pulled on one of David's t-shirts.

He went into the kitchen then.

David followed behind a bit confused and concerned.

Kurt pulled something out of his bag.

He handed it to Dave.

He pulled it out and in it was a quilt.

It had all sorts of colors and patterns. Dave recognized the M from his old letterman jacket, an old t-shirt he had worn in high school, Kurt's Dalton blazer tie, the other half of the old scarf. Kurt explained that he saved so much from their relationship from high school and into them reconnecting and Carole had made it into a quilt. In the middle was a picture of Dave and Kurt kissing at Thanksgiving and their friends and family smiling in the background them.

Kurt asked him if he was happy with Dave, truly happy.

Dave said he was, and had never been happier.

Kurt pushed Persephone off the couch and asked Dave if he would be okay with moving in together.

Dave laughed, and when Kurt got offended he quickly pulled him back into his lap.

"Honey, I thought you were already living here. You sleep here every night. You have half the closet, multiple drawers, and all of your products are here."

Kurt just blushed and smiled,

"So you're saying I live with you?"

"Yeah. Why else would I have given you a key?"

"I thought in case you got locked out or something."
"Kurt you're my fucking in case of emergency person. Trust me, we live together."

Kurt beamed and kissed his apparently live in boyfriend.

Rings followed the following spring after a fight in which they agreed they were better off apart. That lasted all of eight hours and David and Kurt were crying and apologizing and vowing to never live apart again. David went out and bought two rings, and Kurt went out and bought the exact same two rings. David's inscriptions said, "Sorry for being an ass", and Kurt's read "Sorry for being a stubborn ass." They took each other's.

The following New Year's Eve they were married on the roof of the building from the first New Year's Eve together. That night when the clock struck midnight and the ball fell in the background, David kissed his new husband.

The next morning, Kurt was surprised with a new scarf.

By the time they had their two children, a boy named Paul Burt Hummel-Karofsky (named after their fathers) and a girl named Elizabeth Rachel Hummel-Karofsky (named after Kurt's mother and their surrogate and best friend), Kurt had eight scarves. Each year, the old was retired and added to a quilt.

By the time they retired and had their first grandchild, a little girl named Sarah Lee Hummel-Karofsky, they had a huge scarf made up of Marc Jacob scarfs and when they gave it to their son, they explained how their loved came to be, and what the scarves symbolized.

When Kurt died at the age of 97, instead of flowers, people laid scarfs on his casket. Dave buried him with the extra ring he had purchased all those years ago, so they would be together forever. He cut the sewn scarf in half and the "new" scarf he had given to Kurt all those years ago. Kurt was buried with them.

When Dave passed away six weeks later, he gave his children instructions to bury him with the other half, and the last ring.

They were buried side by side and each New Year's Day, one new Marc Jacob's scarf was laid on the tomb and six months later, on the date of their engagement it became part of a new quilt.

Years later, the story of Dave and Kurt's love and story are written by their great granddaughter. It is later turned into a movie and becomes a hit, and his children, are sure that somewhere in heaven, Dave and Kurt are having a laugh about their story which spanned decades and now centuries, will live on a stupid second season Marc Jacob's scarf, and two young me being out of their fucking minds, when they started.