Fall out from the after party... it's short but don't worry, things are far from over for our boys. Thank you everyone for your response to Prom, I'm so happy that so many of you enjoyed it. Once again a HUGE thank you to for all the adds, reviewers and especially to the faithful reviewers that never fail to keep me so tied up in this story! Enjoy!

Chapter 10 – I Found A Boy

~Can't help myself, you're too good to be true. I fall short each time, You and your junk creep closer in here, Like a fool for fire I fall, with my pride and all…~

As soon as Kurt opened his eyes he regretted it. The sunlight falling across his face felt like it was cutting into his brain. He groaned and tried to move. That's when he felt the arm across his chest, holding him. He pushed the first name that came to his sleep muddled brain away as quickly as it appeared, the second name came a nano-second later…Blaine?. Kurt flushed then realized that the arm was way too small to be a boy's, not to mention Kurt was pretty sure those were boobs he could feel against his back. Where had he fallen asleep? Kurt rolled his head very slowly so he could see where he was…

Mercedes was curled up around him. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes again. Trying to remember everything that had happened last night… Champagne, lots, and lots of champagne. Too much champagne. This is why I don't drink… He needed to get up. He needed to move, to think.

Kurt very carefully extracted himself from the girl next to him, being careful not to wake her up. Sitting up he straightened out his back and suddenly winced at the pain and stiffness in his shoulders. What was that? Kurt padded barefoot to the closest bathroom. Locking the door he pulled up his undershirt…

There was a huge bruise right on his shoulder blade. He looked at the pattern and suddenly it started coming back…

He'd kissed Dave…

Dave had shoved him into a wall, then run away.

There had been a lot of talking but those details were still a bit fuzzy.

Kurt now remembered what had happened after Dave had run away. Kurt had found Mercedes and dragged her into a bedroom. Where he'd curled up with her and cried in her lap for what had probably been an embarrassingly long time. He hadn't talked about what had happened or why he was upset. At least he didn't remember doing anything other than crying. But he did remember Blaine trying to come into the room and Kurt telling Mercedes that he didn't want to see anyone. They must have fallen asleep after he'd stopped sobbing.

Kurt locked the bathroom door, turned on the shower, and shed the rest of his clothes. He stepped into the hot, almost scalding water, letting it clear away the cobwebs. What had he been thinking? What the hell had been wrong with him? He'd jeopardized his relationship with Blaine, a boy who had left a great school to be with him, for what? To prove that Dave didn't have a crush on him? To prove that Dave did have a crush on him? Which one had he really been hoping for? Kurt closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold tile of the shower, letting the water burn down onto his stiff back. Good to know that champagne makes me act like a total slut.

Kurt knew that he'd been out of line. But that didn't give Dave the right to shove him to the ground. Especially considering where they'd come from. He stood in the shower for a long time trying to clear his head but when he got finally got out things weren't really any clearer. All he knew was that he was angry. He just wasn't sure who he was more pissed off at; Dave or himself. Maybe himself...Okay definitely himself.

Glancing at the clock in the bathroom, the little glowing red numbers told him that it was 6:35am. He considered going back to sleep but he knew that wouldn't happen. He had way too much on his mind. He snuck downstairs and found his overnight bag, rushing back upstairs to change into a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and one of his favorite sweaters. No one else seemed awake yet but he walked softly just in case.

In the kitchen he poured himself a glass of water and then seeing that it was starting to look like a gorgeous sunny morning he decided to go outside and sit on the deck.

Sam was snoring lightly from where he was sleeping in a love seat in the corner. As Kurt moved through the living room he tossed a quick look to the black couch where Dave and he had been the night before. It was occupied but not by Dave…

Santana, was stretched out across some towels on the couch with Brittany lying next to and a little on top of her. Both were wearing bathrobes and Santana had a hand buried in the blond's hair. She was smiling in her sleep like Kurt had never seen her smile before. Kurt didn't even know what to think anymore. He turned quickly and walked outside. Finding a sunny spot he sat down in a deck chair. There was a red dress hanging over the deck railing next to the hot tub.

Kurt cuddled into his sweater; he wasn't sure what to do.

The sound of the sliding door opening and closing attracted his attention. He was about to turn around and say good morning to however else was awake so early. But once he heard the voice he couldn't move. Dave.

"Hey Mom...Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I had a...really good time."

Kurt winced at the pauses in Dave's voice.

"I wanted to know if you or dad can come get me? Yeah, I know it's early. But I have a ton of homework. Okay. Thanks. See you soon."

Kurt couldn't stay hiding anymore. He spoke first, "You were just going to leave before everyone else woke up?" Then turned his head to look at Dave.

"Christ!" Dave said jumping. "You freaked the shit out of me."

"Sorry."

The silence was heavy and awkward. Dave wouldn't even look at Kurt. That hurt, a lot. Kurt stood up and walked over to Dave. Dave stepped back away from him. That hurt even more.

Kurt tried to come toward Dave again. Dave raised a hand, "Don't." Kurt stopped moving.

Dave didn't want Kurt to touch him. Dave knew he wouldn't be able to take it. If Kurt tried to apologize...If he had to listen to Kurt rehash the whole event to him... If Kurt told him that it was just a stupid drunken mistake...Dave just couldn't take it. So he deflected, "Are you okay?"

Kurt looked up at Dave's face again, Dave still wasn't looking at him. No, not if we're not. It took Kurt a minute to figure out that Dave was probably referring to the bruise on his shoulder. "A little stiff."

Dave fixed his eyes somewhere over Kurt's head. But at least this way Kurt could see his eyes. They were pained, "I'm really sorry." Dave's eyes flicked to Kurt's then flicked away, "It was an accident...I know that doesn't make it any better...but I just want you to know that."

Kurt nodded and took a tiny step forward while Dave wasn't looking. "I wanted to talk about what I di..."

Dave looked at Kurt and let his eyes stay there. His eyes pinned Kurt to the spot. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"But..."

"No. Kurt. I don't wanna talk it to death. I don't wanna deal with it. It's been dealt with. Let's just chalk it up to us drinking and leave it there." Dave turned to walk back inside.

Kurt watched Dave turn to leave. What? That's it? It couldn't end like that. Why hadn't Dave told him off? Why didn't he say something? "That's it?"

"What else is there?" Dave said his back still to Kurt.

Kurt hated it when Dave sounded deflated, when he just rolled over. It pissed him off. "When you started to get a handle on your anger I didn't think it would turn you into a total push over."

Dave twisted around to face Kurt, "Are you trying to piss me off?"

"No." Well, maybe a little. At least Dave was facing him again now.

"Then stop picking a fight with me! Besides me saying sorry for pushing you I don't want to talk about what happened last night." Dave just wanted the whole episode to go away. He turned around again to leave.

Kurt reached out and tried to touch the bigger boys shoulder, "Dave, wait. David!"

At the sound of Kurt using his proper name he'd turned. Kurt barely ever called him David. But the way it had sounded coming out of the singers mouth had made Dave turn around. Kurt's hand had landed on his chest. Their gazes moved in tandem, from the hand on Dave up to each others faces. There was something in Dave's face that made Kurt tremble.

Dave had been hoping no one else would be awake. That he could just grab his stuff and bounce out. That he would have some time to figure out how he wanted to deal with what had happened with Kurt. But, of course, things never went as he hoped they would. Story of my fucking life. Of course, Kurt would already be awake. Of course he would be looking at Dave with those eyes of his, so full of hurt and hope. He wanted to answer the question Kurt had had last night. He wanted Kurt to know how much he cared about him. But it couldn't happen. Wasn't going to happen. Not with where they were right now. If and when they ever kissed again, it would be under totally different circumstances. One's that could not be misconstrued as anything other than I want you, you want me too. But then Kurt had touched him.

Fuck my life. Dave's hands flew up, one gripping the wrist of Kurt's extended hand the other gripping onto the slender boys hip. He spun Kurt around, pushing him up against the wall of the house. His face low and close to Kurt's.

Kurt's heart lept into his throat, followed by a little squeak of surprise, as he spun in Dave's hands, ending up pinned against the wall. He could feel Dave's breath against his face. He'd brushed his teeth... His wrist was still tightly held by Dave's hand and Kurt could feel Dave's racing heartbeat under his hand. Kurt looked up into Dave's eyes. They look much greener in direct sunlight. But Kurt didn't say anything, he didn't move, didn't breath, waiting to see what Dave was going to do next.

Dave stood there wondering what the hell he was going to do next. He knew what he wanted to do. What he'd wanted to do since after that first time in the locker room all those months ago. He looked at Kurt and knew that if he chose to cross that line Kurt might not be totally apposed to the idea. At least that's what the look in his eyes said to Dave, his hands spasmed around Kurt's hip and wrist. A better man, a better man. If you kiss him now it's all been for fucking nothing. If you put your lips to his you're forcing him to make a choice, a choice that isn't going to be in your favor. Could you do it? Do that to Blaine? Do that to these people who have let you breathe again for the first time in years? If you kiss him now you'll lose all that. You'll be a semi-outed jock at school, without Blaine or Kurt. There'd be no coming back from this. You might as well be back in that goddamn locker room! Dave shut his eyes, and letting out a shuddering breath let go of Kurt and stepped away.

Dave kept his head down as he began to speak, "I think we need to give each other some space for a while." Or I'm going to do something that we will both regret. Dave had enough to deal with, without fucking up Kurt's relationships, or his own for that matter.

Kurt didn't understand what Dave had meant, "David?" he whispered the name. Had he really broken it? This strange thing that the two boys had shared with each other for months now. Was it really falling apart? Had Kurt irrevocably shattered this fragile thing they had built so carefully between them?

Dave didn't look up, "I just need to be left me alone for a bit. I know you feel bad about what happened. And...and so do I." he swallowed thickly, "I'll call or text you when I'm ready to talk again. I really need you to respect this." Dave knew that it would be terribly hard but he also knew that he needed to give Kurt time to forget, to ease back into the way things were before. Because Dave knew he needed Kurt's friendship, and more surprisingly he wanted to keep Blaine's as well. I've gone totally fucking soft. But if this was the only way to ensure that this would happened then, this was just the way it had to be.

Kurt was tearing up. He couldn't help it. "Dave, please." Dave couldn't be leaving. Kurt hadn't gotten the chance to apologize, to tell him that he wished he could take it back. The prospect of suddenly not having Dave in his life anymore made him feel lost, gutted. Dave needed to know that. But Kurt couldn't form words around the hot lump in his throat. And really, he had no idea what he would say.

Dave turned and said over his shoulder, "I'm going to wait in the front for my parents. They should be here soon. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

And with the soft sound of the slider opening and closing he was gone. Leaving Kurt on the deck shivering slightly even though the morning sunlight was warm.

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After Dave had left Kurt had busied himself in Blaine's kitchen. It had everything he needed to make pancakes and eggs. Hopefully Blaine's parents wouldn't mind, cooking, having a goal was really helpful at the moment. Kurt was wondering if he should tell Blaine what had happened. It would probably be better if he told Blaine, just put all the cards on the table and told him exactly what had happened and why. It had been the alcohol's fault anyway. And all the heightened emotions of the dance. He always ended up telling Blaine everything anyway. That's why they were such good friends, they could tell each other anything. But Kurt thought that maybe he should just wait a little while first. Just sit on it until he could casually drop it into a conversation like it was no big deal... That made sense right?

There were arms around Kurt's waist and a familiar body pressed up against him. Blaine's nose nuzzled into his neck as he said in a still sleepy voice, "Are you making pancakes?"

"Yes. Three different kinds. Banana, chocolate chips and plain. There are also eggs."

Kurt flipped the freshest batch off of the pan and turned around to hug Blaine. Blaine's hair was a mass of messy, un-gelled curls. He was only wearing sleep pants. He yawned, "How long have you been awake?"

"Oh probably two hours or so. You have a really nice backyard."

"What time is it?"

"Quarter to nine." Kurt picked up a plate and handed it over to Blaine, "Sit. Eat."

Blaine took the plate and sat down. As he ate he began to look more and more awake. "Is anyone else up?" he asked between mouth fulls.

"Not that I know of." Kurt paused to add more batter to the pan, "Dave already left though."

Blaine frowned, "Really? Why?"

Kurt gave a noncommittal shrug, "He said something about a ton of homework or something to his mom."

"Oh." Was all that Blaine said. For the next few minutes Blaine just sat at the table, eating and looking at Kurt. Kurt flashed a smile at Blaine. He finished and put his plate in the sink, Kurt put the newly finished batch of pancakes on another plate. Blaine reached out for Kurt's hands, "I'm amazed you don't have a killer hangover this morning."

"Just good genes I guess. I had a bit of a headache earlier but I drank some water and it went away."

"That's good. Do you remember last night?"

"Of course. I'm so sorry about my crying jag. I never pegged myself as an emotional drunk. Just remind me of how embarrassed I feel right now next time we talk about drinking."

"It happens to the best of us. I didn't really see a lot of Dave last night. How did he look this morning?"

"A little worse for wear. But he seemed to be fully functioning."

Blaine nodded slowly, "Good. That's good. He's not still upset?"

"About what?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt, "About everything that happened at the dance?"

"Oh. Yeah, I think he's still a bit messed up from all that. But we didn't talk about it." Technically everything he was saying to Blaine was not a lie. Lying would be wrong.

Kurt could see the questions in Blaine's eyes. Could see Blaine struggling weather to ask Kurt something. Kurt hated that he put those questions in Blaine's head. Blaine was always worrying about him, for him. Kurt pulled Blaine into another hug, kissing his boyfriends cheek.

Blaine smiled, "What was that for?"

Kurt shrugged. "I like you."

"I like you too."

Everything was going to be fine. Kurt would just give Dave his room. He still had Blaine after all. They pulled a little apart and Kurt could still see those question, that worry sitting in the corners of Blaine's golden eyes. He wanted to put them to rest but he didn't know how. Not when we was just as messed up about what was going on.

Kurt heard Sam cough and roll out of the chair in the living room. "Oh man..." he padded into the kitchen wearing the blanket around himself like a cape. His eyes widening with joy and hunger when he saw the plates. "Dude, are those pancakes?" After Kurt said yes, Sam had grabbed a plate and said with a full mouth, "You effing rock!"

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It was almost three before everyone was ready to leave. Carol had come and gotten Finn and Kurt. But she needed to be dropped off at work before they could go home. So now Finn and Kurt were sitting in the car together driving back home. Kurt was still wrapped up in his thoughts about Dave and Blaine.

Now, normally Kurt wouldn't have pegged Finn as particularly aware of what was going on around him. Which was why he was surprised when Finn's big hand patted him on the shoulder.

Kurt looked over at his brother. "What was that for?"

"You just looked really sad."

Kurt trailed a finger absently along his chin, thinking."Did I?"

Finn nodded, "Yeah, sometimes when you think really hard about stuff you get this sad look on your face.

It was touching to know that Finn actually paid attention to Kurt's facial expressions. And rather funny. Finn himself had come along way since they first started spending time in Glee club together. They were very different people but at the end of the day Kurt knew that Finn would be there for him.

"Do you still care about Rachel?"

Finn twisted the wheel a little to fast, "What?"

"I know you're with Quinn now. And you two look happy but I was just wondering do you ever think about Rachel?"

Finn's mouth scrunched up as he thought, "You aren't going to tell her what I say are you?"

Kurt shook his head, "I promise! Wild horses couldn't drag it from me."

"Uh, well then. Okay. Yeah, I still think about her. I still want to see her happy. You know?"

Kurt nodded. Yeah, he knew. "Would you ever consider dating her again?"

"I dunno man. I've got a good thing going on right now. It's hard to explain."

Yeah, while their situations were rather different both were hard to explain. Kurt thought about Finn and himself for a bit. Finn was caught between to girls that had cheated on him. He was attracted to both of them. The great thing about Finn was that he seemed to be abel to boil things down to their simplest forms and just go with the choice he'd made.

While Kurt just couldn't seem to do that. He was letting himself complicate things. The three of them; Blaine, Dave and himself had a good thing going. But Kurt had done something to mess it up. What they had worked, so why had Kurt tried to change it? Kurt cared immensily for both boys. Had he just needed the attention? Knowing he could be adored by two after such a long time of nothing? Was that why he'd pushed Dave? What kind of person did that make him?

"Do you think I'm a good person Finn?"

Finn eyes darted over to Kurt's, "What? Of course!"

"I think I keep messing things up."

Finn's worry face was showing, "I mess up all the time. I think that's just what we're supposed to do in high school. I don't know what we're talking about but I know you'll figure whatever it is out. You always do.."

Kurt gave Finn a tired smile and patted his hand. "Thanks Finn."

"Yeah. No problem bro."

He'd figure it out... as long as Dave was still talking to him. He would try and fix this. Try and make it up to both of them. He could do that, go back to the way it was... He could fix this. He knew he just had to wait for Dave to talk to him again.