Ok, once again the story got away from me. Puck shoved his way into this story the same way that Becky always does. I think that if the two of them ever got together, it would be a power couple the likes of which McKinley high has never seen! I also mentioned to some an upcoming assembly. It will def. be in the next chapter! The lyrics are from "Everything" by Lifehouse. I can't stand when people recommend music to me, but I can't stop myself from recommending this song. It's amazing. Almost as amazing as you all. Thanks for reviewing. PLEASE tell me what you think of this chapter. Have I gone off my rocker?

Blinking back tears, Kurt clutched the letter in his hand. He was overcome with the urge to shove it back into his locker. That way; if the letter was what he feared, if it was Dave saying goodbye, he could leave it in his locker and pretend for a few more hours that nothing had changed.

But he had to know. Knew he wouldn't be able to think of anything else until he read the letter, no matter how painful.

Stumbling into his now empty French classroom, he collapsed into the nearest chair. Dropping his bag to the floor, he pulled the letter out of his bad, holding it gingerly, as if it might contain some hidden toxin. It amazed him how something so small, so seemingly insignificant had the power to terrify him. Wiping at the tears that had begun to pour quietly down his face, he closed his eyes, and broke the seal. Two pages, covered in the usual neat typing emerged.

Babe,

You know I'm not good with words. Typical dumb jock, I guess .That's why almost every letter I've ever written you has been someone else's words.

These words aren't mine either. But every time I think of you, they come rushing into my mind.

I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.

When it says "I want to feel you" it means that I miss holding you so much that my arms ache.

When it says "I need to hear you" it means that I miss your voice. I miss it so much that I think I could listen to you talk about anything- even about how you think the OC was cancelled before its time. Or how hot Ryan Philippe is. Or your outrage at seeing orange displayed prominently in "Bag Lee Mish Ha's" summer line. (Although I have no idea what that even means).

When it says "you are the light" it means that everything has seemed so dreary without you these last two days. I wanted to give you space if you needed it, but I need you to know that all the color has gone out of my world.

When it says "To the place where I find peace again" it means that you are the one place I find peace. When we are together, I know that everything is going to be ok.

When it says "you're everything" it means that to me, you are everything. You are my dreams for the future, you are my understanding of love, and you are home to me.

I guess I'm pretty lame with the poetry type stuff. You're the one who is good with words. I've needed to talk to you, but I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to get my words wrong.

I love you.

Dave

(Although according to Puckerman, I am now "beef jerky" and you are "sparkles")

Kurt didn't know how many times he reread the letter. It could have been once or it could have been 100. He'd never seen anyone put their feelings out there on the line like Dave had done in this letter. He knew that; romantic though he was, he wouldn't have been brave enough. This letter…it warmed him from the inside out. If he'd been standing, it would have brought him to his knees.

So absorbed was he in the letter that the sound of approaching footsteps and a lock turning in the door didn't penetrate until someone kneeled down in front of the chair he was sitting at.

Dave.

It was the first time Kurt had seen him up close since that night in the choir room. His beautiful hazel eyes were blood shot. He looked exhausted; as if he too were missing sleep. Kurt; the one Dave claimed was so good with words, didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to express the torrent of love and tenderness this last love letter had created in him.

There didn't seem to be words strong enough, emotional enough to articulate how he was feeling. All he could force out was a trembling whisper

"I missed you"

Those three words had the impact of a floodgate opening. Dave reached out blindly, pulling Kurt forward, burying his face in the smaller boy's chest, his arms wrapped around his slender frame.

Kurt burrowed his hands in Dave's hair, tunneling his fingers through the short layers. Leaning over, he scattered kisses over the top of his boyfriend's head, moving his hands and wrapping his arms around the other boy's broad shoulders.

The now familiar feeling of peace swept over the pair. Kurt thought about the letter, and how he understood exactly what Dave meant about knowing that everything was going to be ok when they were together. Apart, they seemed to be plagued by their individual insecurities. Kurt's feeling that Dave wouldn't want him long term, or wouldn't be brave enough to ever openly be with him. Dave's feeling that he wasn't good enough for Kurt, or that Kurt would get tired of being patient with him and their relationship.

But when they were together, all of that fear melted away.

Kurt knew in that moment that what they were doing now wasn't going to work. These snatched moments, here and there, weren't enough. They needed more time or they'd both go slowly insane.

He was running through options and ideas in his mind, his hands returning to smooth through Dave's hair, when he saw them.

Two scandalized faces peering in the one open window of the classroom.

Brittany and Santana.

"It's just the 8 of us, in this relationship together"

From his comfortable position lounging back onto Dave's chest, wrapped up in his arms, Kurt couldn't get up the energy to protest Puck's latest announcement.

Puck had not been eager to allow Brittany and Santana into "the group". He'd only conceded when they promised to buy their own walk talkies, swear an oath of silence, and start their own same sex cover relationship, to further confuse "Figgins and his spies".

While both of them were amenable to the last provision, Kurt noticed that Santana had seemed especially agreeable, even going as far as to start kissing Brittany immediately. Becky had halted the proceeding by announcing that when she wanted to see some hot girl on girl action, she'd get it online, where it was of decent quality.

Puck had broken up the fight before they could break any of his mother's knick knacks, which Kurt noted were scattered over every available surface in the Puckerman home. Most of them were vaguely European peasanty looking figurines. But with angry, bitter faces. Kurt didn't understand it, and he felt it better not to ask.

Besides, it didn't really matter. The Puckerman's had the most amazing long leather sectional sofa, on which all of the "group" members were now sprawled, excluding Puck, who stood in front of the sofa, pointing to a white piece of poster board he'd tacked up to the wall. Kurt made a note of the make and model of the sofa for his and Dave's future home. Not that he was planning it already. Not that he had money down on layaway for a sleigh bed. Nope. Not him.

Puck's voice brought his attention back to the gathering. He was administering the "official" oath of silence to Brittany and Santana. For the 100th time that night, he wondered why he and Dave had even agreed to attend. If it were up to him, they'd be ummm…talking… under the covers at Dave's. It had been Dave who had reminded him of how cool it was to have supportive friends, and how it wouldn't cost them much to indulge them once in a while. Sigh. Another thing he hadn't known about Dave. He was a total softie. Snuggling deeper into those softie's arms, he made himself pay attention to the proceeding.

"Now that our new group members, Leg of Lamb and Kitten, have taken their oath of silence, it's time to get on with this strategy meeting. We haven't even started the movie yet, and you all might have forgotten but Harry Potter movies are long. Sure, they're a wealth of information about gay culture, but still...very long"

The meeting came to another halt when Santana had demanded that her "gay movie" be chosen over Harry Potter, which she called "gay, but not gay like my movie"

Brandishing a copy of "Charlie Brown's Christmas" she'd made a dash for the DVD player. Until Elly tackled her under Becky's urging. Then there had been fighting, and sadly, this time, a few of the sad, disturbed little figurines didn't make it.

At that point, Puck became incensed at the disorder, informing them that; if he wasn't at school the next Monday, it was because his mother was going to kill him for this. Then; much to Kurt's relief, he'd kicked them all out.

But not before angrily demanding that they all think about what they were doing in this relationship, because he was getting older and he needed more than just a good time on Friday night. He needed emotional intimacy, and; he warned them as the bustled out the door, they had better not come to the next meeting until they were ready to share their feelings with the whole group.

The weekend passed in a delirious haze for Kurt. His dad and Finn had gone on a fishing trip. Kurt didn't fish, he had tried it once and had nightmares of the relatives of the fish he caught coming to drag him into the river. Dave's parents were at a weekend conference for his dad's work in Phoenix.

They spent almost every single hour together.

Laughing. Talking. Kissing. Listening to music. Sleeping in each other's arms. All; Kurt thought, the silly, obsessed things teenagers do when they are in love.

Dave explained his silence after the choir room incident as fear that Kurt would be ashamed that people knew about the two of them. He'd been waiting for a sign from Kurt that everything was ok. Kurt explained his silence after the choir room incident as fear that Dave was angry that people knew, and that Dave wouldn't think he was worth the trouble.

They'd reassured each other a hundred times over. They promised to never let a single day go by without communicating in some way. They talked about their need for more time together, and their tentative plans for the future. They talked about how crazy "the group" was, but how amazing it was that they had such wonderful, insane friends.

And they watched "Charlie Brown's Christmas" 3 times over, never finding the gayness.