So the Klaine kiss? I liked it. :D Even though if I was Kurt I would have been like woo me first then maybe you can get with this piece of hotness. Who would have thought Klaine would make me happy? I know it was rushed but I'm glad they are together because maybe we will get some focus on Karofsky now! Dude needs screen time.

APOLOGIES FOR MY CRAPNESS AND LATENESS IN POSTING THIS! Exams happened and then I suddenly got a social life with a fellow med student, 6ft 4 rugby player :D It's close enough to American football…he doesn't watch glee though, it may not end well…

So I tried a little something different here...

Oops, forgot to say that I'm dedicating this story to a friend of mine that just married her girlfriend of 4 years :D They both looked gorgeous in their dresses!

8 weeks later…

Kurt sighed to himself as he heard the impatient horn of the car in his front drive. Why couldn't some people understand that it took effort to look this good? He gave himself the once over in the hallway mirror, before slipping on a pair of Calvin Kline shades. Grabbing the handle of his trolley bag, he successfully hauled it to the porch.

Turning back to yell a goodbye to his family he slammed the front door. Azimio was half way out of the car looking as grumpy as ever. "My mom said that I gotta help you with your bag. I don't get why you have to bring so much shit dude, were only going for four days.

Kurt smiled sarcastically. "Azimio! How lovely to see you this fine morning. I trust you are well?"

"Fuck off Hummel," Az grumbled, grabbing Kurt's bag and throwing it into the trunk. Kurt tried not to wince at the thud his bag made. He knew full well that Azimio wasn't a morning person and it seemed like the early start was a just a little too much for him. So Kurt let the insult side just this once.

Slipping into the back seat, he leaned forward to kiss Mrs Adams on the cheek before buckling up and exchanging pleasantries. Since their somewhat unusual friendship blossomed, Kurt had enjoyed time at the Adam's household and Mrs Adam's was always so welcoming. She'd even whacked her son on the back of his head when he had first introduced Kurt to her. Apparently, she didn't like that her son had referred to Kurt as 'Dave's piece of ass'. Kurt had just shrugged it off. He was getting used to Azimio, especially when some moronic jerk momentarily forgot that Kurt was in fact Karofsky's boyfriend and he was off limits to slushies. Az had arrived at the party just in time to save the day and thank goodness for that. He really hadn't wanted to ruin his new Alexander McQueen shirt with red dye number seven. He knew Finn or Puck would have helped, if they hadn't both been making out with some random girls. He at least appreciated that Azimio was trying hard to get along with Kurt. After all, he needed to get on with his boyfriend's best friend.

Azimio had even let Kurt redecorate the tree-house in his back garden after Kurt had been horrified at the state of it. The boys had clearly not shown it much love in the past; he was surprised that he could even see the wooden flooring from all the candy wrappers and soda cans that were cluttering up the place. When Kurt had shown Azimio the final product, his eyes had nearly popped out of his head. After he'd thanked Kurt for his effort, the jock had gone on to explain that real tree-houses didn't have floral curtains, plush rugs and purple as their colour schemes. Kurt noticed that he didn't seem to mine that the singer had added a couple of large bean bags to replace Mrs Adams old throw pillows. He also didn't seem to mind that Kurt had converted his old toy chest into storage space for snacks, drinks and magazines.

That still didn't stop Kurt from giving Azimio a disapproving look as he slumped into the passenger seat next to his mother. "Hurry up Ma, I don't wanna miss the flight."

Mrs Adams laughed. "Have you been missing your best friend Azzy?"

Az growled and looked out of the window casually. Kurt couldn't help but feel slightly warmed at the idea that Dave's friend was genuinely sweet, no matter how tough his exterior. "No! God Ma! Why you gotta make everything so freaking girly?" He looked over his shoulder. "No offence Hummel," he added.

"Why on earth would that offend me?" Kurt asked sarcastically. Okay, so they had good moments and bad moments. But on the whole he knew that Az wasn't the biggest asshole at McKinley like he would have everyone believe.

The rest of the car ride to Port Columbus International was a quieter affair, with Kurt and Mrs Adams making polite conversation and Azimio catching up on his sleep. Kurt wondered how Az could even sleep through the loud snores he was emitting.

By the time Mrs Adams had said goodbye, Azimio seemed relatively happier, though he made a conscious effort not to talk to the boy next to him. Instead he chose to text fiercely, pounding at the screen of his phone.

"Are you having a conversation with Riley?" Kurt asked inquisitively. He liked Riley although he sometimes had to question her choice of clothing.

Az gave him a sideways look. "What's it to you?"

Kurt shrugged. "I was just curious. I saw you guys in Lima Library the other day. I would have come over to say hello, but your mouths seemed otherwise engaged."

Azimio reddened slightly and Kurt grinned. It was hard to embarrass the jock and Kurt was relishing the win. "Oh Azzy, have I made you uncomfortable."

Az got out of the plastic chair and threw a deadly look Kurt's way. "FUCK YOU! AND DON'T CALL ME AZZY!"

Kurt laughed before making his way to the gate, ignoring the mumbling behind him. He could only make out the words, "Karofsky, boyfriend, kill him, and gays," coming from the hockey player.

As they settled into their seats on the aeroplane, Az taking the aisle and Kurt the window, Kurt suddenly began to feel nervous. What if it was all different? He hadn't kissed Dave in over eight weeks. What if the spark was gone? What if there was nothing there anymore? What if Dave had found a better looking, less high-maintenance boyfriend and realised that Kurt wasn't worth the trouble? He tried to shake the thoughts away, telling himself that he was being stupid. Dave was just as excited as Kurt about the visit. They had been up all night talking on the phone in anticipation. But Kurt couldn't help it.

These last eight weeks had been happy for sure. Even the Warblers could tell Kurt was in a lighter mood just from his carefree approach to his vocals. He almost forgiven Blaine completely for what happened and school was beginning to just float by. There would always be a short text or email from Dave waiting for him in the evenings when he would return to his dorm. Small things about his day. New friends he was making in Tampa. Kurt would always reply with updates of his own life. He'd never thought he would be this glad for technology. Cell phones and internet made the long distance thing so much easier.

"You know he misses you too," Az said not glancing up from his sports magazine. Kurt wondered how the boy was able to read him without even trying. He smiled, remembering the time he had dragged Az to dinner at Breadstix with Kyle and Blaine. Four weeks after Dave had left, Azimio was hardly speaking to Kyle. Apparently, Az couldn't forgive Kyle for cheating on Dave even though Dave had. But with Kurt's gentle persuasion, the jock had agreed to join them for dinner. Even though he a spent half the night glaring at Blaine, he agreed that his cousin looked like he was happy. By the end of the evening the foursome were getting on swimmingly regardless of the fact that Az would complain about the conversation being too 'gay' when he didn't understand what was being said. Kurt liked to think he had played a small part in getting the family members on good footing again.

Finn and Burt had noticed the difference in Kurt too. The day before Dave had left, Kurt had forced both Karofsky men to the Hummel-Hudson household for dinner. Burt and Paul both took it in turns to voice their concerns with the relationship and after a glare and kick under the table from Kurt, Dave had finally, formally, apologised for his irrational behaviour and explained in his own words how much he cared for Kurt. Burt seemed reluctant to accept the pairing but told Kurt that he would have his support no matter what happened. And both Dave and Kurt were grateful for that.

The torment and bullying seemed a lifetime ago. Kurt could barely even associate Dave with those hurtful memories. Kurt shook his head once more. Things were good now. "So, Mercedes and I are taking Riley shopping next weekend," he said staring a new conversation.

This time Az looked up from his magazine before he spoke. "What?" He seemed a little startled by the concept.

"Well both of us thought she could benefit with an improvement to her wardrobe. Maybe a more flattering haircut."

Azimio frowned. "She doesn't need your help. She's fine the way she is. And I don't want you telling her shit about me."

Kurt smiled staring at his new friend. "You really like her don't you? As in you like like her? Wow, Azzy! This is huge! Have you told her?"

"NO! I don't even like her that much. What are you-. Why the fuck are you grinning? Stop it. If you don't stop right now Hummel, I swear I will ask the stewardess to get me a slushie and throw it right in your face." Kurt's grin dropped instantly. He hadn't had a slushie to the face in a while. That didn't mean he had forgotten what it felt like. "That's more like it."

"You do realise that I'm not going to communicate with you for the rest of the journey and I will be telling Dave about this." Kurt folded his arms over his chest, harrumphed and turned away.

"Suits me fine," Az said crossing his arms too. "I'm not scared of Karofsky."

"Thank you for meeting us at the airport Mr Karofsky. Both me and Azimio appreciate the kind gesture." Kurt glared at Az as he rolled his eyes. As both boys started emptying their bags, the front door swung open and Dave lunged over to Az. He grabbed his best friend in a brotherly hug as Kurt watched.

At first Kurt was a little peeved. How dare his boyfriend acknowledge his best friend's presence above his? But it was too hard to look at Dave and stay mad. He hadn't seen that face in person for two whole months. He wasn't going to quibble about something so minor.

Finally, Dave let go of Azimio and turned to his boyfriend. Kurt suddenly felt self-conscious. Did his hair mess up under his hat, on the plane ride? Did he have something on his face? Why was Dave just staring at him? He looked down to check if anything was out of place. It wasn't. "Hey," Kurt tried as an opening greeting. Why was it so strange between them? He could see Az from the corner of his eye looking between the two of them with great interest. Couldn't he see that they needed a little privacy?

Dave looked at the ground and shuffled his feet before shuffling his feet. "'Sup?" he said with a short nod.

Kurt had had as much as he could take. "Sup? That's all you've got to say after eight weeks? Right, here's what we're going to do; you're going to catch up with your best friend while I introduce myself to your grandmother. Maybe when you figure out something more to say to me than 'sup', we can try again."

Dave groaned, telling Kurt he didn't want there reunion to start off like this. "Come on…"

Kurt stood his ground. Dave should have thought about this before he spoke. "No David! You had your chance! You haven't even commented on the t-shirt I'm wearing…"

As if on cue, Dave looked down and saw the big blue letters on Kurt's chest: KAROFSKY'S BOY. Kurt could see his eyes widen before he turned to the other jock. "Dude, you let him wear that on the plane?"

Az put his hands up as if to say it wasn't his fault. "Don't even look at me! You think your boy listens to a word I say? You don't even wanna see the tree-house."

Kurt gave Azimio an accusing look. "Don't even dare to back track Azzy! You're just hiding your custom made t-shirt under your jacket. We got matching shirts especially for the trip."

Dave raised his eyebrows at an embarrassed looking Az. "HE MADE ME!"

Dave looked at his friend pointedly. "Azzy? He gets to call you Azzy?"

Kurt grinned smugly, knowing that Dave wasn't permitted to use that name, straightening the hat on his head. More specifically THE hat. "It's a cute name!"

Az glared at the singer. "I thought you were going Kurt?"

"Fine!" Kurt said stomping into unfamiliar house.

"By the way Hummel, that hat looks damn hot on you," he hear Dave call out behind him. Kurt couldn't help but grin as he entered the house walking into the first room on the right. Why was his boyfriend so ridiculously hard to stay angry at? He nearly jumped at the sound of an old lady's voice. "So you must be Kurt."

Kurt swivelled around to see a warm looking woman in her seventies beaming up at him. He nodded and stuck out his hand. "It's lovely to meet you Mrs Karofsky."

She grasped Kurt's hand between her own and squeezed. "Call me Cassie. Dave said you were handsome but my, he never said just how handsome you are."

Kurt blushed taking a seat next to her hand still in her clutches. It was nice. Kurt hardly ever saw his grandparents. They moved to England after they retired and Burt couldn't really afford the flights. Mrs Karofsky explained what had happened and apologised to Kurt for putting strain on their relationship. Kurt had to laugh at this. Dave's grandmother was one of a kind. .

But something was still nagging at Kurt's brain. "Don't you mind that I'm a boy?"

Mrs Karofsky smiled knowingly. "Kurt, I've lived a long life and if I've learnt anything it's that when love comes around, you grasp it with both hands and cherish it as much as you can, for as long as you can. There's just too much hate in the world not to. I'm not going to pretend to understand your relationship with my grandson, but what I do know is that you make him happier than I have ever seen him. I want to thank you for that."

"Cassie, I don't know what to say," Kurt said feeling a little bit overwhelmed.

The elderly woman placed a wrinkled hand into Kurt's cheek. "You don't have to say anything dear. I'm just grateful you're here."

Kurt smiled in return, hoping his sentimental side didn't win over. He swallowed down the lump forming in his throat in attempt to keep the tears that were threatening to fall in check, just as Azimio wondered into the room. "MRS K! Long time no see! How's my favourite lady doing?" Kurt got up out of his seat and headed to the door as Az got reacquainted with his old friend.

He felt Dave come up behind him. "You still mad?" he asked in a soft voice. Kurt shook his head and leaned back into his boyfriend's body before heading up the stairs.

"What's your new room like?" he asked as Dave overtook him on the staircase and opened the door on the left as he reached the landing. Kurt followed close behind and studied the walls as he entered the room. "It's quaint. A little floral for my liking but nice."

Dave laughed at the smaller boy's comment. "I didn't have a say in the decorations Kurt. This is the guest bedroom. It's been like this since the eighties."

Kurt smiled. "So…" he said running his hands across the bedroom door before closing it.

"So?" Dave said smirking back.

Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He leaped over to Dave, swung his arms around his neck forcing their lips to meet. He couldn't help it. He knew he was meant to play it cool. He'd read enough romance novels and watched enough chick-flicks to know that but everything was lost when he was at long last alone with Dave. After a few blissful moments he felt Dave chuckle against his lips.

"Miss me much?" he asked placing his large hands on Kurt's waist.

Kurt smirked despite his denial. "No. Not at all," he said kissing Dave again. Gaga, he had missed those lips.

As they pulled apart, Dave laughed again. "Uh-huh. Why don't I believe you?"

Kurt buried his head in Dave's chest taking in his unique smell. "I never once thought about you or your manly chest hair." Kurt said slipping a hand under Dave's shirt before deciding that feeling wasn't enough. "You need to get this stupid thing off!" he said yanking Dave's shirt off his body before taking a step back. "Sweet Gaga! That picture I took on my phone does you no justice."

"Kurt, would you stop perving on me?" Dave said trying to grasp the t-shirt that Kurt had thrown out of his reach.

Kurt just batted his hand away before taking off his own top. "Now we're even!" he said shoving a gaping Dave onto the bed and straddling him.

"Kurt…" Dave said in a low growl. Kurt watched as the other boy stared at his torso, but refused to touch.

Kurt linked his hands with Dave kissing his still slack jaw. "Did your father not teach you manners Karofsky? It's rude to keep someone waiting."

Dave didn't cease staring. "I…what…it's…"

"What's the problem Dave?" he asked before realisation hit him. Looking at Dave's expression and then down between them Kurt cheeks began to heat up. "Oh."

Dave nodded with some difficulty. "Yeah. You need to get off of me, like right now."

But Kurt did no such thing. Instead a trailed his fingers lightly across Dave's chest, pressing his weight further onto Dave. "Maybe I should sort that out for you?" he said in the lightest tone he could muster.

He saw Dave visibly gulp. When he spoke his voice seemed a little strained. "Dude, don't talk like that. You're making it worse."

Kurt kissed him sounding before letting up on the torture and adjusting himself so that there was less friction in that particular area. "Dave, what if I said I was ready? For you know, relations?"

Dave let out a small whimper as if to beg Kurt not to do this. "I would say I'm not ready. We need condoms, lube, candles, flowers, music. I don't have any of that here."

Kurt looked at Dave as if he didn't believe him. "You don't have condoms? What kind of a jock are you?"

Dave pouted at the insult to his manliness. "Hey! I didn't think I would be having sex in this place. And it's not like I'm going to be cheating on you anytime soon."

"But you are going to cheat on me in the future?" Kurt said teasing. He could tell Dave was having trouble thinking straight. He shifted again on Dave's lap causing the other boy to groan.

"KURT! We are not having sex, so quit wiggling your sweet ass on me."

Kurt moved a little more, before placing small kisses down Dave's neck. "We could at least get a little practice in for when you come back to Lima. I'd like to know what gets you going."

"I think you already know. Or can you not feel that boner against your leg?" Kurt smirked at Dave's words feeling a little proud of himself. Dave made him feel sexy. But he scowled as Dave spoke again. "Whatever dude, don't even think I can't feel your semi." Kurt leaned his forehead against Dave's pretending that he couldn't see the smile forming on his boyfriend's lips.

Dave turned his head to nip at Kurt's ear. "Besides I'm back in June. Nanna's decided to move back to Ohio and live with us. I'll start senior year back at McKinley." Dave let Kurt take in the news while he encircled his waist pulling the other boys chest flush with his.

Kurt however pushed against Dave's chest so that he could look at his boyfriend in the eyes. "Really? I finish the year at Dalton and then I'm back at McKinley in August too."

Dave traced Kurt's left collarbone with his nose before leaving soft kisses back along the line. "So it looks like we'll have the whole summer and year together."

Kurt cocked his neck so that he could give better access to Dave's mouth. "What makes you think I won't get a better offer?"

Dave mouth worked on Kurt's neck and even though Kurt knew he would probably leave a mark, he let him. Just this once. "You can't do better than me Fancy."

"Arrogance, Karofsky, is not one of your better traits," Kurt said before giving up the restrain and letting out a soft moan.

He felt Dave smirk against his skin. "You love it."

Kurt shrugged before cupping Dave's face and leaning in for yet another scrumptious kiss. Dave had other plans however, increasing the pressure and heat. Kurt was beginning to feel a little light-headed from all the making out, so he couldn't be blamed for not hearing the bedroom door open. "Karofsky, your grandma wants to- MY EYES!" Kurt whipped his head around to see the bedroom door slam shut before Azimio's angry voice bellowed through it. "WHAT THE FUCK GUYS! GEEZ! EVER HEARD OF A SOCK ON THE DOOR? I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT! Screw you Karofsky!"

"That is what I was trying to do before your abrupt interruption Azimio," Kurt said mischievously knowing full well that it would just rile Az up even further.

Kurt was right. "Don't think I'm not going to kill you when we get home Hummel!" They heard Az step away from the door but not before he finished talking. "Great, now I have to find me some straight porn…"

The two boys looked at each other silently for a few seconds before collapsing in a fit of laughter.

THE END

So I decided that it doesn't really need an epilogue…Or does it? You guys decide and let me know. If there was an epilogue it would involve a twenty three year old Kurt and a radio interview…I think sometimes too much fluffy stuff takes away from the story, and I've done enough fluff. And this is a kind of epilogue.

So thanks so much again for all the lovely reviews for this fic! I really appreciate them.

For the 201 of you that have alerted this and haven't reviewed throughout the story, a little review for overall thoughts of the fic would be great. :D Please?

Thanks for sticking with me. This has been the most frustrating but rewarding of the Kurtofsky fics I've done. To be honest I'm surprised I finished it!

For the very last time PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! :D

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