This is kind of a transition chapter, and there is A LOT more to come in the final two chapters. If it gets a good reception, I might do the whole story from Kurt's perspective. Thanks for your reviews, favorites, etc. You people inspire me!
In the weeks leading up to their regional competition, Dave and Kurt were inseparable.
Aside from the few hours at school, they dedicated every waking moment to their new relationship. To getting to know each other. To listening to each other's music. To debating politics, coffee flavors, and who was the best Batman. (Dave was old school and favored Michael Keating, while Kurt was firmly on Team Christian Bale.)
Dave spent hours talking to Kurt's dad about sports and mechanics, while Kurt spent hours with Dave's mom, talking about interior design and why men had such a hard time talking about their feelings
They ate dinner at each others houses; sitting close together at Kurt's house, and across the table at Dave's. Movies and snuggling on the couch at Kurt's, video games and studying at Dave's. They didn't care what they were doing. As long as they were together.
They had even made some progress with Dave's family. His parents; much to Dave's surprise, loved Kurt. Especially his mom.
Kurt had enlisted Dave's mom as an ally in going through and transforming Dave's wardrobe. She had been delighted when Kurt first approached her about the topic as she had been nagging Dave for years to "sharpen up". Whatever that meant. He'd never forget that day he came home from helping Kurt's dad replace axels on a vintage Ford and he'd found the two of them; his mom and Kurt, sitting together in his walk in closet with a large garbage bag filled with all of his favorite clothes. His sweats, his worn in jeans, his old comfy sneakers.
All of it gone.
Not only had his boyfriend and his mom been ravishing his wardrobe, they had been flipping through his baby book, cooing and laughing over the images of his toddler self.
The wave of sadness that had gone through him at the loss of his favorite grungy clothes had disappeared, replaced by the welling of bittersweet tears at the sight of the two of them, bonding over his baby book. The urge to tell his mom the truth hit him so hard in that moment. He wanted to be able to join them in their little closet party, to spread out on the floor; now empty of all of his old sneakers, and rest his head on Kurt's lap, laughing along with them.
Fists clenching, he had muttered something off hand and joking about losing all of his favorite clothes and walked away. It had taken him 30 minutes to will away the tears and be able to act "normal". Whatever the hell that was.
Dave didn't know anymore. He was constantly at sixes and sevens. He felt such a wide spectrum of emotions. Every day with Kurt was an emotional roller coaster.
Dave had been surprised that; after spending so much of their time together, they hadn't grown bored or tired of each other. Kurt had laughingly told him that those things were for later in the relationship, stating that; right now, they still in their "honeymoon phase".
Dave had swallowed hard at hearing the words honeymoon come out of Kurt's mouth. A honeymoon with Kurt would be..no, Karofsky, no. Don't even go there. He tried hard to NOT think about Kurt in..that way. But he still ended up thinking about it at least a few minutes a day..ok, fine, he thought about it ALL THE TIME.
Not that they had taken the next step in their relationship. They both agreed that they weren't ready for that. But that hadn't stopped them from sleeping together. Literally sleeping, of course. Which had required logistical genius the likes of which he had never seen before. The entire Glee club had participated, between moving Kurt's car (thank you Finn), to claiming Kurt was sleeping at their house (thank you Rachel and Mercedes), to sneaking him in and out of the house. (thank you Puckerman and Chang for dropping by to eat his mom's waffles, talk about football, and mention "bringing" Kurt with them)
It was a total circus.
It's just that Dave had never felt anything better than falling asleep with Kurt in his arms. So, on several occasions (8 to be precise) he had convinced Kurt to stay the night at his house.
It had been all of heaven and quite a bit of hell as well.
Waking wrapped up in the arms of his beloved had given Dave a peace he had never known.
But waking up with Kurt had also tested his control in ways he had never experienced. Good morning kisses had led to good morning caresses, which had led to good morning..
Dave had taken so many cold showers lately that he'd begun to turn the cold knob on as a matter of habit.
But he wouldn't trade it for the world.
He and Kurt had gone ice skating.
They'd gone bowling.
They'd gone to the theatre, taking advantage of the dark to lock their hands together.
They had gone on long walks and laid in each others arms out under the star strewn sky.
Kurt had said that he felt a little bit like Bella and Edward in that moment. Dave hadn't been able to rouse himself from his happy reverie to ask who the hell where Bella and Edward.
In those moments together, they both opened up to each other as they never had to another living person.
They'd talked about their dreams, their plans, and their future.
Kurt had talked about the gaping hole that the death of his mother had left in his life.
Dave had talked about the pain of trying to live up to his fathers expectations.
Through every moment, Kurt had been there, documenting the moments with his iPhone. He took pictures of everything .Of the two them kissing. Of their first "date" (if burgers and a movie at Kurt's house could be called a date). Of their walks in the country, of their nights lying under the stars. And drowsily, of them falling asleep together in Dave's big bed.
He told Dave that he wanted something that he could show their grandchildren.
Dave had laughed and added his copies of the pictures to his journal. Instead of the one lone picture, he now had many pictures.
Pictures of the happiest days of his life.
He'd even told Kurt about his sad little ritual (singing to his picture). Kurt had surprised him by tearing up and insisting that he sing to him in person.
Something about singing "I don't want to miss a thing" to Kurt, his head lying on the pillow next to him, had been healing to Dave.