A/N: Oops! I totally didn't mean for it to end this suddenly, but when I started to write, this is what came out, and I couldn't stand to change it, and I couldn't think what to add, so here it is! Oh well, haha.

Thank you all so much for your support! :D

"Dave?" Kurt brings up in his soft-toned voice, the pitch a little high with nerves.

"Hmm?" the footballer hums in reply, keeping his eyes closed. He's content right where he is, Kurt's shoulder and part of his back leaning up against the side of Dave's chest, his arm around the smaller boy's other shoulder, dangling down to lace fingers with Kurt's same hand.

"Do you know what tomorrow is?"

"No, what?" Dave wonders, feeling a bit of panic in his chest. "Did I forget something?"

Kurt laughs. "No, probably not. It's just a day I remember."

"Mm."

"It's a month since the day I first told you that I love you," Kurt whispers thoughtfully. "It took me months to say it to Blaine, and I even hesitated because he said it first when I hadn't expected it. But with you… I said it first. And I said it before we started dating," Kurt notes idly, and he sounds nearly like he's somewhere else.

Dave opens his eyes and nods briefly. "Yeah. Weird. It feels like so long ago, and now things are… different."

"New Years is coming up. Have any resolutions?" Kurt asks, ignoring the TV show playing in front of them.

"Um… survive second semester with being Out? I only had, like, a week before Winter Break to see what it was like, so…" Dave shrugs. "I dunno. Should be interesting. How much you wanna bet I'll get a few slushies to the face? I already got two this year for being in Glee Club."

Kurt laughs quietly. "Hmm, yes, I expect you'll be covered in dye and sugary water soon enough. But it won't be that bad. It's only a semester, and I'll be there, anyway, to clean you up in the bathroom and have an extra shirt for you in my locker. Preferably a more stylish one."

"Gonna start buying my clothes now, Fancy?" Dave muses with a raised catlike eyebrow. "Control what I wear? How domestic of you, and so soon, too. Don't rush."

Kurt grins devilishly. "I might go that far. I tend to take things to the nth degree too soon anyhow." He laughs. "But really, I never had to shop for Blaine because he was naturally as fabulous as I am and he never got slushied, but you…"

"Don't even start," Dave threatens, "Or I will use this hand –" and he lifts the one intertwined with Kurt's "– To tickle you until you piss yourself."

Kurt pouts. "How cruel," he says, peering up at Dave's jaw. "And you'd really ruin these pants?"

"You could wash 'em," Dave shrugs. "But maybe I was just looking for an excuse to touch you. I do that a lot."

"Indeed you do," Kurt agrees wryly, turning his head back to face the screen. He snuggles into Dave's body and sighs. "Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to know what my New Years resolution is going to be?" Kurt offers casually.

"Sure, g'head and tell it to me," Dave shrugs (as much as he can with Kurt pinning down one of his shoulders, anyhow).

"I want to keep in contact with you even though you'll be going to Michigan State and I to New York," Kurt whispers. He blinks, because he doesn't want to cry. "It's just… unfair that we get together with only a year or so to enjoy it."

"'S not so bad," Dave murmurs. "I mean… maybe I'll surprise you."

"Huh? How?" Kurt wonders, craning his neck to try and see Dave's facial expression in the dim lighting.

Dave peers down at his boyfriend and smiles. "I may or may not have applied to the same school as you at some point this past semester. Just to, you know, be there for you and stuff. They seem to really like my football record, and even more so, my impressive math classes…"

"Are you pulling my leg right now?" Kurt jumps up, unlinking their hands, but twisting his body to place both hands against Dave's chest as he looks into Dave's eyes. His face is all lit up, and he looks breathless. "Are you seriously going to go to New York with me?"

"They say you shouldn't go to a school just because your boyfriend or girlfriend is going there, but I thought, 'fuck it, I really want to since it's a good school anyway,' and so I did," Dave replies with a smirk. "Happy now? Or mad at me for ditching Michigan?"

"A bit of both!" Kurt retorts, frowning. "You know you love hockey better than football, and that hockey is what Michigan was offering you, so yes, I'm a little peeved that you gave that up on account of me, but at the same time…" His face relaxes and he smiles warmly. "I am incredibly happy. Thank you, David. I just don't want anything to go wrong and then you regret it…"

Dave shrugs. "Nah, I'll be fine. Resident self-proclaimed tough-guy, remember? 'Sides, I get the feeling I would really hate not seeing you for so long. I'd miss you like I kind of did when you went to Dalton last year, and that's not my style."

Kurt giggles and hugs Dave, arms around the tanner boy's shoulders. "Aw, I love you, David Karofsky."

Dave wraps his arms around Kurt and yanks him back far enough to kiss him passionately on the mouth. Breaking the kiss with a gentle puckering noise, he whispers genuinely, "And I love you, Kurt Hummel."

Finite.