This chapter did not go at all like I had planned. If you write, you'll know that sometimes stories just take whatever direction they want. I hope you like it. It's not 'classic Lolee Ann' but she will definitely be back in the next two or three chapters! I love you all for reviewing. Me hace sentir tan feliz!

Straight boys were odd. Sometimes; especially at moments like this; Kurt felt that he wasn't just from a different sexual persuasion, but a different species all together.

He had feminine qualities; yes, but he still considered himself very much a boy. But looking around this group, he wondered if he'd been giving himself too much credit.

Artie was popping wheelies in his wheelchair, alternating between singing random lyrics from "Teach me how to Dougie" and asking Kurt if he'd mastered the one handed bra hook release yet.

Kurt hadn't bothered to dignify him with an answer. Especially once he heard Dave's muffled laughter.

Mike Chang was on the phone with someone. Kurt couldn't tell if it was his mother or Tina. Either way, he was apologizing profusely and promising the person on the other end flowers.

Finn and Sam were engaged in a thumb war. And between each and every single round…each and every one…. they stopped to repeat "1 2 3 4, I declare a thumb war!'

Puck was shuffling a stack of note cards and giving himself positive affirmations. In the third person.

"Puck, you are a winner. Say it with me. A winner!"

"Puck, you are beautiful, no matter what they say"

After Puck told himself that he ate fear for breakfast with a side dish of ass kicking, Kurt started tuning him out.

And wondered again why he was here.

He hadn't wanted to stay, much less be staring Dave directly in the face during this farce of an intervention. But somehow, despite his frantic dash to the door, he'd ended up here. Stuck in the middle seat between Puck and Artie's wheelchair, directly across from Dave, who was flanked by Mike, Finn and Sam.

They were formed into what Puck was calling "the circle of trust".

Kurt could see the first note card in Puck's stack which said "Form the circle of trust". Apparently these interventions were scripted.

Oh my God.

There was probably a whole chapter in "the manual" about them; Kurt thought darkly, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Kurt didn't know whether to be disturbed or impressed that Puck had put so much organization into this. If Puck could focus his talents on productive things; like school work and planning his future, he would probably be the most successful of all of them. However, Puck preferred to dedicate his energy and puppet mastery to things like ice cream sandwich eating contests in the cafeteria, sleeping with everyone and their mom (literally), and arranging these 'girl interventions'.

Kurt would have been a lot more anxious about this meeting, but Dave's expression, which he could see out of the corner of his eye, was relaxed and slightly amused. It set his nerves mostly at ease. Heaving a sigh, he continued to avoid eye contact with Dave, and braced himself for what was to come.

With a final shuffling of his note cards, Puck settled the group and began to speak.

"Dave, you know we love you like a brother. Well, more like a distant cousin that we only see during the holidays. Whatever. It's that love which prompts us to take action today..."

Kurt let his head fall into his heads. This was going to be more painful than he thought.

When Puck finished speaking about their love for Dave, he asked each member of the 'circle of trust' to go around and share a favorite memory that they had of Dave.

Kurt's mind instantly flashed to those moments in the choir room, when Dave had turned their bodies and backed him up against the wall. When he'd kissed him until he couldn't breathe.

Heat spread through Kurt's body like a match set to tinder.

He couldn't look up. If he looked at Dave, he wouldn't be able to stop looking. And maybe he wouldn't be able to stop at looking. And then he'd give everything away.

He could hear Artie talking. Trying to take his mind off his favorite memories, he strained to focus on what the other boy was saying.

"..And then; when the other jocks weren't looking, he handed me the slushy, instead of throwing it at me"

Artie finished his story with a tremulous smile. Everyone dutifully clapped. Kurt hadn't realized he had been automatically clapping along with them.

Six sets of eyes turned to him.

Oh God. It was his turn.

"I…ummm….I "

He was beginning to sweat and he could hear the strain in his own voice. 5 sets of eyes were sympathetically regarding him; probably surmising that he didn't have a single happy memory.

One set; a pair of beautiful hazel eyes, looked at him and smoldered, setting his pulse pounding even harder. Kurt could see a hundred of his favorite memories reflected in those eyes.

As the seconds stretched into a painful minute, he could also see those hazel eyes soften with understanding.

Dave spoke up

"Listen up guys, we all know I've don't have the best history with Kurt. Let's give him a pass on this one. As a matter of fact, no need to continue. I know what this is. It's a 'teaser intervention", am I right? "

Puck looked stunned. Then angry.

"Who told? Was it you, Chang? I've never trusted you and your mom won't return my calls..."

Mike started to get out of his chair at the mention of his mom, but Dave hastily waved at them both to stay in their seats.

"Dude, no one told me. I don't know if you recall, Puckerman, but I invented the "you're dating a tease" intervention. For when you were after that senior girl; the blonde, our freshman year. Man, she had you wound up so tight; it was amazing you could function."

Puck was immediately defensive.

"I am appalled at your suggestion that there was a female that I could not get; even during my freshman year, Karofsky"

This response from Puck immediately incited a loud rush of conversation, with Finn yelling out names of girls Puck had hit on unsuccessfully at away games, and Sam talking about how Puck was not half as hot as he thought he was.

Kurt barely heard the heated discussion, so great was the relief that washed over him. Dave had saved him from the fire one time, but looking at the large stack of note cards, this intervention was far from over.

Kurt had to get out of here before he slipped up and said something. Did something. Like kiss Dave; who looked so damn adorable in this moment, ticking off girl's names on his fingers and laughing with the other boys at an increasingly red faced and aggravated Puck.

But luck was not on his side today. Before he could invent an excuse...any excuse, Puck had settled the group once again.

"Well, whoever invented it or what may have happened in the past, we're talking about here and now, dude. We don't know who this girl is, but she has done a number on you, my friend. I don't know if I have ever seen another guy so tied up in knots"

Dave laughed, shaking his head at the group.

"Are you guys serious? I mean; I appreciate the concern, and yes; I admit, I have been kind of caught up in a new relationship, but I'm ok. I can handle it. It's just that…this person…they're special"

If Kurt had thought Dave adorable a moment before, it was nothing compared to this moment. Seeing him stumble through the last few words; the words in which he told most of their friends that Kurt was special to him, with a dark blush slowly staining his cheeks…it was the most beautiful moment of his life. Short of being in Dave's arms, that is.

It took him a minute to realize that Puck was speaking again. His tone was dismissive, setting Kurt's nerves back on edge.

"They're all special, Karofsky. Especially the difficult ones. And it's not that I advocate random promiscuity, but dude, what is the hold up with this chick? It's clear you want to tap that…I am as heterosexual as they come, and I can feel the sexual tension coming off you. Is she one of those religious types?"

Dave shook his head again.

"Seriously Puckerman, what is up with the interest in my sex life? I could care less what you do with yours."

Puck's response was immediate.

"Normally I could care less what happens behind closed doors; or in backseats, or on Chang's mom's bed, but we need you, Karofsky. You're completely zoned out in football camp, you're useless in class, and you're on the edge of your seat in Glee. Dude, I was mostly joking when I said we loved you, but we do care. And something is eating away you, and what kind of friends would we be if we didn't offer our support?"

And just like that the light, joking tone of the meeting changed and a heavy, charged silence fell over the group. Kurt realized that this wasn't just a joke to Puck, or the other boys. They genuinely cared about Dave and wanted to figure out how to help, if they could. They hadn't been able to figure out what was affecting the other boy so badly, and they were worried that it was something bad. Or someone bad, at the very least.

Why they'd had to go about this elaborate production to offer a listening ear or a helping hand was beyond Kurt. Maybe they'd already tried individually, and had gone for a group approach. Maybe they felt like it was the only way to get through to him.

Whatever had prompted this, it was as heartwarming as it was bizarre.

Dave; who'd been resting his head in his hands during the silence, sighed heavily. Raising his head, he looked around the group and smiled. It was that sexy half smile that Kurt loved. When he spoke; it was in a hushed, almost choked up tone of voice. "You don't know what your friendship means to me, guys. Being part of glee, being real friends with you all, it has been the second most amazing part of my year. Being in this new relationship has been the number one most amazing part of the year. Actually, it's the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me."

Pausing to catch his breath, and perhaps trying to gather his courage, he continued speaking.

"I'm in love, you guys. To quote you, Puck, I've never been so tied up in knots. I can't think of anything or anyone else. I day dream all day and am up half the night, on the phone. Sometimes the whole night. Food tastes better, the sun seems brighter, and I have never been this freaking happy in all of my life. I didn't realize it, but I was only half alive before. I want to spend every second together. Just being in the same room...man, it gets to me. I do want to have sex; obviously I can't hide that from anyone. But we're not ready. That doesn't stop me from dreaming about it every night. Every freaking night, dudes. But this is more than just some itch I have to scratch, or some short lived high school fling. Maybe you all haven't felt this yet, but I have. Love. Real, breath stealing, life changing love. Every song I hear, every movie I watch, every beautiful thing I see…it all reminds me this person. "

Pausing; Dave slowly scanned each face in the group, his hazel eyes betraying nothing. Finally his eyes landed on the boy sitting directly across from him. The boy who sat in stunned silence, tears streaming down his face. His own eyes welling up with tears, he spoke to the group, though his eyes never left Kurt.

"It all reminds me of him"