Hi everyone, sorry it's been so long. I've been a little uninspired but I'm working on getting back on track. I've also been really into puckleberry lately...it's kind of crazy. I mean Finn and Rachel, that's just bullcrap...I'm so angry about that but ahhh I can't wait to see what happens with Karofsky and Kurt. Anyways I hope you guys like this chapter, it is not at all what I thought it was gonna turn out like...I just started writing and this came out lol Hopefully you guys like it. I'm thinking about changing the writing and doing some smut but who know... I 'll try to update more regularly.

Thanks for being so patient and for reading and reviewing, you guys are the best :]

"Oh my god…" Kurt cries out as he sees Dave's eyes flutter open. He has his head in his lap and is holding the phone to his ear in the other, "I…he just woke up. Yeah, yes…I will, thank you."

His eyes are puffy and red as he looks down at Dave. He's only been out a few minutes but they were without doubt the most excruciating minutes of his life. Dave lets out a little groan.

"Dave? Are you ok? Oh my God," Kurt says, his voice panicky, as he helps a struggling Dave to sit up.

"Uh…shit," Dave groans.

"Don't curse …how do you feel? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to…"

"Kurt?" Dave interrupts holding a hand to his head, "Shut up."

Kurt's eyes are wide and glossy and he simply nods as he guides Dave to the couch and lowers him down gently. Dave rubs his face roughly with his hands while Kurt runs into the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Are you feeling any pain? How do you feel? Does your head hurt? I kind of caught you before you touched the ground…I mean I couldn't hold you up but it lessened the…impact…what are you feeling?"

Dave lets out a groan as he leans his head back on the back of the couch, "Just a little dizzy."

"Oh," Kurt's heart is still beating out of control and he takes a seat next to Dave slowly. Dave has his eyes closed and Kurt can't help but stare at him, "What happened?"

Dave shakes his head slightly, "I don't know."

"I'm gonna schedule an appointment with Dr. Hahn," Kurt says making a move to stand up but is quickly halted by a firm grasp on his wrist.

Dave's head is still reclined on the couch but his eyes are wide open now and they stare at Kurt intently, "Don't do that."

Kurt lets out a little scoff before trying to get up again but Dave's grasp tightens.

"It was nothing, I'm fine. Just tired."

"You have to go to the doctor David. Something is wrong with you. People don't just faint for no reason," Kurt says firmly.

"Don't schedule anything," Dave retorts in a commanding voice.

Kurt slouches a little and sighs but doesn't say anything else. He doesn't want to alter Dave at the moment but they're going to the doctor.

Kurt sits back on the couch and stares straight ahead as he lifts his arm to silently offer the glass of water to Dave, whose fingers brush lightly over Kurt's as he takes it. Kurt lifts his hand to discreetly wipe away a stray tear, he doesn't think he's ever been more frightened in his life. Dave doesn't miss the gesture and leans forward to place the glass on the table before leaning back again.

"It's nothing to worry about Kurt," Dave says calmly.

"You don't know that."

Dave sighs, "Yes, I do."

"We should get you to bed," Kurt says softly before standing up and looking down at his husband with an outstretched hand.

Dave looks up at Kurt and can't help but give him that sly grin he knows drives him crazy before taking his hand, "If you insists."

Kurt rolls his still glossy eyes and snorts, ignoring Dave's sexual innuendos because although they would normally anger him and make him blush right now all he can think about is Dave lying motionlessly on the hardwood floor. Dave drapes an arm around Kurt's small shoulders. He doesn't really need the help and even if he did Kurt's body wouldn't do much but he's not about to reject the opportunity to touch him. As they move towards the stairs, he tries to focus on Kurt's body pressed against his and not on the fact that he just fucking fainted. It's not the first time it's happened and something tells him it won't be the last. He tries to ignore the scary feeling he's got in his stomach as he remembers how everything began to get blurry and how his breathing seemed to fail him as Kurt's voice grew louder.

Without much effort, they reach the top of the stairs and head to the bedroom. Once inside, Kurt helps Dave take a seat on the edge of the bed. It isn't until Kurt is standing straight up that he realizes that he's standing in between Dave's legs and he's way too close. Dave looks up at him and Kurt gets goosebumps as he realizes he can feel Dave's subtle warm breath on his belly button, even through his shirt. Dave's hands move to the side of Kurt's thighs, he lets them rest there, his eyes still connected to Kurt's. When the he doesn't move away he lets his palms slide up and over Kurt's hips. Kurt's chest is moving up and down as his pulse speeds up. Dave breaks eye contact and leans his head forward. letting his forehead rest on Kurt's firm but soft belly. Kurt lifts his hands and he doesn't know if it's to push Dave away or to encourage him.


Six Years Ago

The siren blasts and his team rushes off the ice. He has a few minutes before has to go back in. Dave collapses on the bench and takes off his helmet. His panting like crazy and he can hardly feel his feet but Goddammit it's worth it. He loves this. It would be better if Kurt could be here but it is how it is and he's learned to deal with this.

"Karofsky!" his coach yells roughly, "You got an emergency call! Get your ass to the lockers now!"

Dave is up in a matter of seconds. He rushes to the locker room. There's only one person that he takes calls from during games and he would never call unless it was an emergency.

He reaches the phone inside the locker room and picks it up, "Kurt? What happened? Are you ok? What's going on?"

"Dave," Kurt's voice is strained and Dave can tell that he's been crying.

"Kurt, talk to me," Dave says and he can feel his heart pounding and he places one hand on the wall for support.

"The agency called…we got her…"

"What?" Dave's voice is barely a whisper.

"She's perfect, Dave…she's…so small…."

A smile forms on Dave's face as he realizes what Kurt's talking about.

"Oh god, Kurt, baby, are you sure? She's ours…is she…I have a daughter?" Dave can barely talk. It's hard to compare this kind of happiness with anything else.

"Yeah…she's…her name's Madeline…she's got these big doe eyes…she's just a few months and she's…I brought her home tonight. I was going to wait until you got home on Thursday but I couldn't Dave. I need her. I already love her so much…"

Dave closes his eyes as he listens to Kurt's voice talk about their daughter.

"I was looking at her….she gave this tiny little smile, Dave….and I just cried….she's helpless and….how could someone not want her? She's perfect…and uh, are you happy? Is this…you want this right?"

"Jesus, Kurt…of course, are you kidding me? I can't believe I'm missing this," Dave says trying to choke back the tears, "Can you…when you see her, can you tell her about me? Tell her I love her and I can't wait to meet her."

He can almost hear Kurt smiling as he sobs, "Yeah."

"And I love you Kurt. I love you."

"I love you too."

"I have to go," Dave chokes out simultaneously thinking that that has to be the most horrible phrase ever invented and the words practically burn his throat as they come out.

"Ok."

"Bye," Dave slams the phone on the receiver before Kurt can reply. He rubs his face with his hands and grabs his helmet before rushing back to the ice. He makes it to the box just in time and before hitting the ice, he stops and to yell at his coach.

"I'm going home when this is over. Tonight."

He rushes onto the ice just in time. People are screaming in the stands and he can hear the sounds of his fellow hockey players slamming against the fiberglass. He feels an adrenaline rush as he gains control of the black hockey puck. And then it all blurs together and he's going through the game as if he's not even there. He's skating fast and skillfully as usual but his mind is elsewhere. He can imagine Kurt cradling the little girl. His little girl. He can hear Kurt's soft voice singing her a lullaby as he rocks her to sleep and then the lullaby blends in with the sounds of skate blades scratching the ice. He shoves someone out of the way and makes a quick turn around one of his rivals before sending the puck flying into the net. A red siren blares and for a moment he feels like he's on top of the world. He remembers what he told Kurt years ago. We're gonna have it all, he said. And now they do. They have it all. They're gonna win this game and then he's gonna go home. He'll pack his gear, hail a cab, board a plane and rush like hell to get there and he won't let anyone stop him.

Of course it doesn't really work that way.

He doesn't really make it home that night, or the next one.

She's beautiful. Kurt picks her up from the small crib and cradles her in his arms as he takes a seat in the plush beige recliner chair he placed in the corner of the room specially for moments like this.

"Hey," Kurt says softly, "I'm your daddy. You're gonna get to know me, I'm a great guy but we've met. You have two daddies, you know?"

The little infant stirs somewhat, almost as if she knows what Kurt is saying.

"Your other daddy…he's not hear tonight but he will be, soon. I love him and you will too. He loves you even though you haven't met, he's kinda crazy about you, actually. I can tell. He's a hockey player…I know, what you're thinking. A hockey player? That's not glamorous at all. But it is. He's so good, you should see him. I mean I don't know much about hockey but I can tell he's amazing, the way he moves…it's like art. I'll take you to some of his games if you want. I can't do anything as great, I decorate," Kurt gives little huff, "well, actually, I can sing. I'm pretty good at that. Not as good as this girl I used to know but I'm alright. I'll show you."

He sings to her. She's completely asleep but he wants her to know he's there. He wants her to feel loved and special. He sings until his voice is raw and then finally settles her into the crib gently. He looks at her one last time before turning on the monitor and heading to his own room. He changes his clothes, goes through his nightly skin care routine and then climbs into the empty bed. He turns off the light and it's not long before his eyes adjust to the darkness. There's a small ray of moon light combined with the street lamps that make its way through the window and hits the spot where Dave should be.

"God, Dave, she's amazing. It's like she comes from a part of us. I don't know how to explain it. Like she was made for us," Kurt says softly, almost an inaudible whisper, "I want you to know that I'm not mad. I love you and you love hockey, so I love hockey too. I didn't go to work today. It probably set me back some. I guess I'll be taking Maddie to work with me…there's so much to figure out. I can't do this alone Dave. When you're not here, I feel scared and empty. I miss your smell and you're arms around me. This house is too big without you. You should come home."

Kurt never really tells Dave any of this. He also doesn't tell him of his tendency to talk to himself. It started the first time Dave went out of town for more than a week after they moved in to the house. He couldn't sleep so he pretended that Dave was right there, next to him and it became somewhat of a thing. Dave leaves and Kurt pretends he doesn't.


Present Day

Dave nuzzles Kurt's belly with his eyes clothes. He gets lost in the feel of him. There's this kind of desperation surging through him. He wants Kurt so bad. Not sexually, well, yes sexually but it's more than that. It's always been more than that. Comfort. Peace. He only gets that when Kurt is in his arms. His hands tighten around Kurt's hips, he doesn't wanna push his luck but fuck, he has this need to fuse their bodies together. He's never wanted him more. He wants to touch all of him. He wants to taste him and smell him and just…go back. He wants to go back. He wants to have it all again. He has this little pang of fear in his stomach. The kind that confuses that hell out of you because you don't actually know if it's fear or excitement. He's excited because he feels closer to Kurt than he has in months. He's excited because he can feel the barrier between them melting but he's also scared because he can tell Kurt is fighting to build it back up. He plants a kiss on Kurt's belly before risking a look at his face. Kurt has his eyes closed and his hands are frozen in the air, as if he was about to push Dave away but couldn't. He's thinking. And it's killing Dave because he wants him to give in.

But it's not fair. What Dave is doing is not fair. He fainted and Kurt feels guilty and worried. He knows this. If Kurt gives in, he won't know if it's because he wants to or if it's because they're both vulnerable. The only thing that might hurt him more than letting this moment slip away, is if Kurt gives in to him and regrets it later. He lets go of Kurt and pushes him away gently before standing up. Kurt opens his eyes to look at him. Surprise written all over his face. His eyes are wide, still slightly puffy from before, and his lips are parted just a little bit.

Dave looks away and walks around the bed to his side. He stands with his back to Kurt as he unbuttons his pants. He doesn't take them off though, he just stands there, his hands on his hips, looking out the window. What the fuck is he doing? He could have Kurt and he's letting him go. What the fuck is he…

"Dave," Kurt's soft voice cuts through his inner monologue.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you walking away from me?" Kurt asks and Dave's heart speeds up because that's not what he expected to hear. It's a tricky question. He's not really saying he didn't want Dave to walk away but he isn't saying he did. He turns around slowly to face Kurt, the bed replacing that invisible barrier between them.

They look at each other. Kurt is waiting for an answer but Dave doesn't know what to say.

Kurt crosses his arms and shifts his weight, making his hip stand out to his right side.

"Did you just realize you don't want me?" Kurt asks in a tone Dave doesn't quite recognize and he wishes he could replay it because he thinks it was almost as if Kurt was…teasing him.

Dave gives him a questioning look, "Maybe we should just go to bed."

Kurt looks at him curiously, "That was my intention."

Dave raises his eyebrows at Kurt a smile tugging at his lips. He's having serious trouble reading Kurt right now and he really doesn't know what to do.

Kurt lets out a groan, "Ugh, Dave!"

He stomps his foot on the ground and Dave watches him with a mixture of curiosity, amusement and confusion as he walks around the bed. He's standing two feet away now just watching him. Kurt lets out a deep sigh and then shakes his head as he begins laughing. The laughter turns into tears and then it becomes this messy jumble of things that Dave can't identify.

"Kurt…?" Dave says worriedly but before he can say anything else Kurt's face is buried in his chest and his hands fist around his shirt. To say that Dave is in shock is an understatement and it isn't until he feels Kurt's arms slide around his waist that he snaps out of it. He wraps his arms around Kurt's body tightly and he lets out this big sigh of relief because Kurt is smiling up at him and suddenly its like they really did go back. He doesn't know what just happened and they should probably talk about it but who the fuck cares? Kurt is in his arms and why should he question that.

"Kiss me," Kurt says softly and if it wasn't because of the desperation previously mentioned he would totally stop to bask in how perfect that two-word phrase is. He wastes no time in leaning down and capturing Kurt's lips in his. God, he missed this. His lips are soft and full they kiss back zealously. He lets his tongue drift inside Kurt's mouth and the heat is pleasantly unbearable as it meets Kurt's. The kiss is hungry and intense and Dave has to hold Kurt up when he feels him stumble a bit. He grins because he loves that he can make Kurt's knees weak with just a kiss. Oh, but it's not just a kiss, it's months of separation, months of hunger and need. A kiss with each other is better than sex with anyone else. Their lips wrestle for dominance and Dave is so into it that he doesn't feel Kurt's arms unwrap from his waist and press against his chest. He tightens his hold on Kurt but the latter doesn't give in and continues to push him away until their lips finally break apart and Dave cant help the rough groan that escapes him. He's angry now because fuck, he tried to stop it before it happened. He tried to step away but no Kurt fucking had to come over and hug him and then ask him to kiss him and then they'd ravaged each other lips like there was no tomorrow and now Kurt thinks they should stop. This is fucking cruel and his about to say it too when Kurt looks up at him and his breath hitches because his husband's eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed and his lips are red and swollen and he thinks he might die right now. It takes a few second to realize that Kurt is still pushing him even though they are completely apart now.

Kurt chuckles a little before whining, "Dave, c'mon."

And Dave has to chuckle too because he realizes Kurt isn't pushing him away, he's just trying to get him on the bed and that is a good fucking plan. Dave lets himself fall back on the bed all the way and waits for Kurt to join him and when he doesn't he lifts himself up on his elbows to see what's keeping him.

"Kurt, I'm dying here," Dave says as he watches Kurt struggle with his boots, "Fucking leave them on and get over here."

Kurt giggles as he gives up on the boots and straddles Dave who is now completely laid back on the mattress. Kurt leans forwards and places his hands on either side of Dave's face to support his weight. They look at each other for another moment. If either one of them is going to back out now is the time to do it. Dave lifts his hand up to move back a strand of hair from Kurt's face and caress his cheek before letting his thumb run along his bottom lip. Kurt smiles brightly before leaning down and kissing him senseless. Their bodies are completely pressed against each other and Kurt lets out a moan as he feels Dave's almost instant hardness underneath him. Dave's hands move up and down Kurt's back before sliding them underneath his shirt. He groans as he feels the soft skin underneath. It's just like he remembers, absolutely fucking perfect. They're grinding and kissing and licking and biting and then it happens.

Dave starts thinking. He doesn't know why he continues to think, it's never been his strong suit but there goes, his rebel of a brain trying to generate sensible thoughts.

He groans before bringing his hands to Kurt's shoulders and pushing him back.

"Oh God, what?" Kurt lets out irritated.

Dave chuckles at his annoyance, "I just…can you not look at me like you're about to castrate me?"

Kurt lets out and angry groan and climbs off of Dave before letting himself fall besides him, "What the hell is your problem?"

Dave turns his body sideways and props his elbow so that he can lay his head on his hand and look down at Kurt who is looking up at the ceiling angrily.

"Are you angry?"

Kurt rolls his eyes, "Of course I'm angry. I'm frustrated and turned on and you're…confusing me."

"I just want to know what we're doing," Dave says.

"It's called sex, we've done it before…"

It's Dave's turn to roll his eyes, "You know what I'm saying."

Kurt sighs and closes his eyes.

"What does this mean…for us? Are we…ok?" Dave asks tentatively.

Kurt opens his eyes and turns to look at his husband, "No, we're not ok. We're not ok at all."

Dave closes his eyes and he can feel this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. This was what he was afraid of. This is exactly what he didn't want. He didn't want to get his hopes up only to realize that it was all just a moment of weakness for Kurt. And then he feels Kurt's soft small hand touch his cheek and he opens his eyes to meet Kurt's blue ones.

"But we can get there, right? With time…together? I feel like we can be ok again…"

Kurt doesn't get another word out because Dave is kissing him again. Kurt meets his kiss eagerly. And they're laughing and smiling as their lips brush clumsily against each other. Dave hasn't felt this alive in such a long time. His heart is beating so fast as they roll around, each trying to dominate the other. Finally Dave ends up on top of Kurt and he places a row of kisses along Kurt's jaw and neck before moving back up.

"We're gonna make up for lost time. I'm gonna fuck you until we can't move and then some," Dave whispers in his ear huskily.

Kurt feels that familiar tingle in his spine and opens his mouth to let out a soft moan but it gets caught it in his throat as he hears the front door open and voices fill the house.

"Daddy! We watched the bestest movie ever! Daddy!" Maddie's voice fills the room.

"I guess not tonight," Kurt says softly and Dave groans letting his head fall to Kurt's shoulder before rolling off him.

His breathing is uneven and he lays there as Kurt gets up and arranges his clothing and shoes. Dave watches him run his hands over his hair. Kurt turns back to him and leans down.

"I'll go down, try to sleep. We're going to the doctor tomorrow whether you like it or not," Kurt says before leaning down to give him a chaste kiss on the lips but of course Dave isn't having that. He grabs his head forcefully and kisses him thoroughly.

"We'll see about that," Dave says challengingly, "and we both know I'm not gonna sleep."

"Try," Kurt says with a smile.

"Put booger to bed and hurry back because I wanna play a game."

"What game?"

"I wanna see how quiet you can be while I fuck you senseless."

Kurt's cheeks go instantly pink and Dave chuckles.

"Go to sleep David," Kurt says before walking out and closing the door behind him.