Kurt's POV

By the time I left the house most of the reporters had left. They had either run off to suck the blood out of some new tragedy or they followed Mrs. Karofsky. Either way I was happy to brush past the couple of press holdouts ignoring their questions and get in my car for home.

When I entered the house I found my family watching me on TV; apparently the my little tussle with news crews in front of Dave's house made it on the evening news.

"Is it a slow news day or something?" I grumbled as I sat down to watch.

There was a shot of the outside of Dave's house with me pulling up in the driveway, The camera jiggles because the camera man must be running up to the car. Other journalists are seen running to the car. I can barely be seen amongst all the people crowded around me asking questions. I make my way with difficulty up to Dave's door. By now the camera is practically in my face and a question is asked off screen.

"What does't feel like to be an openly gay hero?"

The look I gave the reporter is priceless. I look pained as it it is the stupidest question I have ever had to answer. I answer with exaggerated patience in a tone that you would address an idiot with,"I only agreed to do the interview yesterday because the police report was leaked to the press. I addressed all the questions then, I have nothing else to say on the issue. Excuse me!" I then turned back and knocked on Dave's door. It was fascinating to watch myself because I don't remember actually talking to them. The camera shifts around as I'm knocking on the door and gets in even closer. Above chorus of shouted questions one question is heard loud and clear, "Are you and David Karofsky lovers?" l look absolutely shocked and horrified,"None of your damned business! Get that mic out of my face!" l shout and bang on the door harder. The last shot is a shot of Dave's dad opening the door and pulling me inside and closing the door. The clip ended with a talking head wrapping up the "on location" part of the segment with a glib comment about young gay love before sending it back to the studio. The rest of the segment was filled with an on going parade of so-called experts pontificating on various subjects like Dave and I as gay heroes, issues gays face, youth violence and bullying in school. They included of course, interviews from a crazy religiousous lady who spewed out homophobic venom, an obviously destraught mother who had lost a child in the shooting who was angry that Dave and I were using this tragedy for our own political agenda, and a - dumb as a box of hammers - McKenly hockey player who said he always thought that Karofsky was queer and hated changing in front of him because he feared being leered at. I was pretty disgusted with the whole thing and excused myself and went off to my bedroom.

I spent the rest of the day phoning my friends to make sure we were all prepared for Monday. I enjoyed eating dinner with my wonderful family, thankful they were so supportive and empowering. Spending that small amount of time with Dave's mom made me realize how lucky I was to have such an understanding father and welcoming - soon to be step mom - Carol. Would I have been angry and frustrated like David? I don't think I would be a bully, but I do have some dark tendencies. I can be manipulative and insulting. I still cringe when I think of how I coerced Rachael into dressing slutty to spoil her chances with Finn, I am that ashamed of my behavior. The worse part is that I behaved that way despite having a loving father. I couldn't even imagine how bitter and cynical I would be if I had an intolerant mother like Dave's. It is hard enough to deal with intolerance and hatred when you feel confident in your identity, but to try and be open like Dave is attempting, while having this inner voice that you've had since childhood, telling you your worthless and wrong must be a nightmare. It made me appreciate my boyfriend even more.

Dave phoned me later that night and we discussed his parents and what had happened during the day. I tried to encourage him the best I could, by keeping the conversation light, breezy and by talking about our future together. I talked to him about long range plans like how we would spend Christmas together and I teased him about Valentine's Day, suggesting that he had better start preparing now to romance me because I was expecting something original and creative. It started getting late but we were both reluctant to get off the phone. It was my Dad's insistent nagging, telling me to go to sleep, that made me finally say goodnight to my boyfriend. I almost said 'I love you' over the phone at many points during or conversation. I realise that I had such strong feelings for him, but was it love? I was flattered by the monumental step Dave was taking to be with me andI felt like I was being swept away with the drama and excitment of the past few days. But could I really move from hatred to love in a week? I decided that I would have to be absolutely sure of my feelings before I said anything.

On Sunday about mid-morning in the middle of my weekend skin cleansing regimen, (even in the most trying times a person must keep his face moisterised and exfoliated).Puck phoned me with some startling news. Azimio had phoned him because he had been tagged with a photo of Dave's house. Puck sent me the photo and asked me to take a look at it. Dave's house was a mess! It had been TP 'd, tagged with 'House Of Fag' and other crass homophobic taunts, and had been pelted by eggs and rotten vegetables. Though it wasn't visible, it was most likely hit with pee balloons since that was the calling card of the football players. I freaked and yelled at my dad to check the front of our house. Dad shouted up that he and Finn had already checked and we were spared. I suppose the jocks had tired themselves out after working on Dave's house so creatively that they ran out of time or energy to hit our house. I was felt sick to my stomach thinking about poor Dave and his dad having to face that and started lamenting on what a horrible homophobic society we live in. Puck who was still on the line, started shouting at me to quit the drama because everything was in hand. Apparently, he and the rest of the Glee guys had already sprung into action. He was bringing his power washer that he owned for his pool cIeaning business, my dad was getting his power washer from the garage, Az was busily buying paint for a good deal from a cousin who owns a hardware store and the rest of the guys were collecting garbage bags, sponges and cleaning stuff from their homes. I quickly volunteered to mobilize the girls for food and other supportive duties. Puck declared it was already taken care of, Carol was already making sandwiches and the Glee girls were taking care of drinks, snacks and desserts. Though I was pleased that all these plans were made to help Dave and his Dad, I was really annoyed I wasn't consulted or involved in the planning process.

"Why am I the last to know about this and why are you the one telling me and not my own family!?"

"I'm the only one with the gonnads to lnterrupt your beauty regimen." Puck states proudly. I sadly realize I'm a victim of my own iron-clad rules. Obviously my family took my threats of "inturrupt me while I'm cleansing and you'll meet a grisly end" a little too literally.

"Well you've told me, grab your power washer and get down there!" I answered testily.

"Yes sir! Right away sir!" He blew a rasberry in my ear and hangs up. He's so juvenile.

When we arrive at Dave's it's much worse than the image I saw on the phone. Everybody gets right to work cleaning up the mess, they laugh and joke and pretend to have fun though it's a bit forced. Dave hugged me and kissed me on the cheek even though I could tell he was rather self conscious. It didn't help that the girls let out a chorus of ahhs. I gave him full points for trying his best. After a while the forced cheerfulness became more natural as we saw the progress of our work. Rachael's Dads joined us and being natural hams, started us all singing show tunes starting with "Whistle While You Work" much to Az's chargin. A couple of Dave's neighbours who lived a few doors down, approached us and asked if they could help out too. It turned out that they had two boys, both gay who were away at college. They encouraged Paul to join the local chapter of PFlag.

In the afternoon, we all stopped for a fabulous lunch that the girls had prepared. After we were all sated with food, Rachael, Santana, Britney, Mercedes and Quin did a cup song with their empty cups which was very entertaining, and Puck picked up his guitar and lead us in some songs. Actually he and Arty of all people, did a brilliant duet and I even think Az was impressed. They're an odd pair but I think they could be great friends if they gave themselves a chance.

I suddenly had a great idea for a song and since it was unlikely that Puck would know it, I sang it acapella. It was called 'Secret Love' and is a well known song among the LGBT community. Doris Day sang it ages ago in her movie musical 'Calamity Jane'. I figured Dave probably hadn't heard it before but would probably like it. I didn't realize what an effect would have on him. I hardly finished the song when he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. He made a choking sound and I realized he was weeping. I could feel my shirt dampening due to his tears. I felt dreadful. I should have realized that such a powerful emotive song would be too much to bare at such a stressful time as this. He and I left the table and walked along the side of the house for more privacy.

"I am so sorry David, it was thoughtless of me to sing such a song. I must have embarrassed you in front everyone."

"Don't apologise for such a beautiful song. I wasn't embarrassed in front of your - our friends. I cried because I feel like I can cry in front of them, I can be myself and not be judged." I smiled and went on my tip toes to kiss him when I realized he was no longer looking at me. He was staring out towards the picnic table where a reporter was standing around talking to our friends. "Quick! Let's slip into the house through the back door." Dave whispered.

I nodded and we quietly moved to the back of the house and went inside. I was quite pleased when Dave jumped me the moment we entered the house. He had me pressed up against the closed door and immediately peppered me with gentle kisses all over my face and neck.

"Stop! Stop! You masher!" I giggled and banged my fists lightly and futiley on his broad chest. He responded by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, marching into the living room with his prize. "Unhand me you foul brute!" I cried dramatially, while slapping his ass to spur him on. When he gets to the couch he drops me on it and throws himself on top of me, snarling and sloppering into my neck. I giggle like an idiot when he starts to blow rasberries on my neck and parts of my chest he can reach. Although I have forgiven him for his past bullying, I have seen more of his darker personality traits for a longer period of time so the many positive traits he has, like playfulness and affection, are still a surprise for me. I hope he continues to delight me with his character as he becomes more comfortable with himself and us. I lightly brush my hands down his sides and he flinches strongly.

"Why David Karofsky, are you ticklish?"

"No." he lies badly.

He has to spend the next several minutes defending himself against my tormenting fingers as we roll and tumble on the couch. Finally, he manages to pin my arms to my side and uses his advantage to kiss me very thoroughly and passionately. I have had enough of silliness too and I kiss him back with vigor. Our excitment ramps up quickly and Dave lets my arms loose so I can massage his ass while we french kiss. We happily makeout for a time, until we hear the front door bang and feet stomping into the room. We barely manage to get into a sitting position before Rachael Berry flounces in.

"Hey guys, that reporter out there heard about the vandalism done to your house and came to investigate." Rachael chatted away, totally oblivious to our tussled hair, red faces and erections we tried to hide. "I think he was impressed but a little disappointed that we had cleaned up much of the damage. Hank, that's his name, he's really dreamy by the way, his name should be hunk, wanted to interview you guys but we said that you aren't doing any more interviews so he asked us questions instead. He's so nice and so sympathetic. He spoke with everyone but he spent ages talking to me and my dads and wants to do an in depth interview with us later. My dads both agree that I have talk about my Broadway aspirations in our interview; any exposure can help my career." She finally ran out of steam and stopped, looking at us expectantly.

"What?!" I ask exasperated.

"You have to come out and get your picture taken. Dave's Dad says that the house looks even better than it did before 'cause it really needed a paint job. Hank wants to get a picture of all of us in front of the house to really show those bozo's who defaced it that we're stronger then they are. Hank promises not to ask you any questions. So tidy yourselves up and come out." After she said her piece she turned on her heel and trounced out, finally leaving us in peace.

"We have to do what she says don't we, or she won't give us any peace," Dave signed resigned to his fate.

"Nope."

"Rachael certainly is exhausting"

"Yep." I sighed, "Welcome to my world."

Dave grabbed my hand and sqeezed it gently,"I love your world!"

How could I not hug the man too bits after saying something so wonderful as that.

The picture turned out great and it was fun to pose for. Hank kept his promise, he didn't ask Dave or myself any awkward questions. The whole group of us assembled on David's front step. The neighbours with the gay sons had gone home and brought back their huge rainbow flag that they use for PFLAG meetings. We held the flag in front of us and smiled and waved at the camera. I have to say we looked fabulous, very strong and Dave saw the picture he said it sent a huge "Screw you haters! We're doing fine," message to the assholes that defaced his house. We all cheered at that and when Rachael shouted "Group hug!" it wasn't weird at all. I somehow ended up under Azimio's armpit and although it wasn't pleasant and kind of strange, it was also amazing. What was a shitty morning, certainly turned out to be a magical afternoon of friendship and laughter - but it was about to get much, much better. The house was finished and everyone was hugged and appreciated, so my friends started to pack up to leave. Paul was invited back to the neighbour's house for a drink and a chat. Az came up to us and explained that a few of the guys were going to his place for gaming.

"I was going to ask you two to join us but since your Dad's going to be out most of the evening I know what you guys will be up to," he laughed.

Okay that comment was stranger than being under Az's armpit.

I could see my Dad staring at us and when he caught my eye, he shouted over to me that he expected me home by nine since I had school tomorrow, he also mouthed "be safe" which I tried to ignore and I hoped nobody else saw. Parents! Sheesh!

Love making with David that evening was wonderous! I never expected it to be so sexy, rewarding, fun, energetic, hilarious, loving, moving, rambunctious, incredible, tingly, and humbling. I have another hundred or so adjectives but these will do for now. I got naked with another boy for the first time in my life. It was a little scarey but since Dave was equally self-conscious I felt reborn and proud, rather than timid and embarrassed. I guess it was the way Dave's eyes raked over my form with such open admiration. I felt the same way about Dave's body; he was so deliciously manly. We spent time exploring each other 's bodies, kissing and caressing parts we had never seen before. I was lying on my back and Dave was on his stomach when he decided to have a conversation with my penis.

"Hey little Kurt, howya doing? he asked, giving it a small kiss on its head which made me quiver with anticipation.

"Okay Dave, how are you?" I say in as low a voice as I can possibly go. It makes us both chuckle.

Dave smiles at me and continues to talk to my cock. "How is Kurt treating you little fella?"

"Terrible! Why he manhandles me practically every day!" my cock answers in the same low gruff voice. This sets us off giggling again.

Dave tugs on my penis and replies,"For All your complaining you still seem pretty attached to him." That comment send both of us of in a fit of more giggles.

I roll Dave over and am eager to speak with his dick, which seems to have a high voice with a Speedy Gonzales accent. Several really bad puns and corny jokes later, we're almost crying with laughter holding our aching sides.

That all stops the moment I wrap my lips around Dave's shaft. I didn't expect it to be as intoxicating as it was. There was a surprizing mixture of aromas, textures and tastes. His shaft was rock hard but the skin wrapped around it was soft and velvety and his balls were bigger and heavier then my own. David protested at first because he hadn't showered, but I didn't mind in the least for the different scents and tastes were of him and it was so masculine. The best part was that he had the most beautiful and serene look on his face when he eventually climaxed.

"I'm gay and I have seen the face of God and he loves me!" Dave declared dramatically when he recovered and then gives an enthused "My turn!"

It was simply rapturous to feel Dave's warm moist lips wrapped around me, kissing and sucking until I was completely undone. I yawned happily when it was over, "I think I could sleep for a hundred years, I feel so sated."

"I'll set my phone alarm for 8 pm so you will have plenty of time to shower, dress and drive home for nine." Dave replied and we snuggled together under the covers. He cradled me in his arms and legs in a spooning position and I wondered to myself how did I ever fall asleep before, without Dave cuddling me.

"I love you so much Kurt Hummel." Dave said just before we drifted off to sleep.

"I love you too, David karofsy." I responded with absolute sincerity and conviction. He didn't say anything but I know he heard me because I feel him smile against my skin as he pulled me in a little closer in his warm embrace.

A/N Last chapter coming up!