~VioletCherry342~

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.~.*. April, 2014 .*.~.
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David Karofsky tossed his keys into the bowl on the table by the door of his apartment, toeing off his shoes and leaving them to puddle on the towel near the table. He was soaked through, his hair dripping wet and falling in front of his face, his body trembling from the icy chill the rain water had sent through his spine. He sighed shakily, freezing. It had been a terrible day. The coach at NYU had bitched him out for not running fast enough and being a few minutes late, and he had to run laps. 50. So, sitting on the chilled bench, the Mid-Spring storm clouds brewed in the sky, drowning David in chilly water. Meanwhile, the bus drove up to the boy in the school dress shirt holding a newspaper over his head, and he stepped inside the vehicle. He sighed in relief and reached for his wallet to pay, only to realize it wasn't. In. His. Pocket.

"Aw, fuck," He said. "Look, man, I don't have my wallet..."

"Sorry," He said very unapologetically. "You're gonna have to anti up, or get off."

"What?" David spat. "Whatever happened to public transportation?"

"Sorry, man," He'd grumbled with a shrug. "Pay up."

David groaned and stepped back off, back into the hard rain, running home.

So that was fun. And his house was cold! And it smelled like Windex and some hard core bleach. He scowled. "Uhh..?"

So, what else would happen now? Queue the music.

"I was alone
I never knew
What good love could do

"Then we touched
And we sang
About the love of things

"Well, all night
All right
Oh, every night

"So hold tight
Hold tight
Baby, hold tight"

David's head tilted, a small smile spreading over his face. Well, that explained the smell. Kurt was the one singing, his earbud wire flying around as he bounced all over the house, wiping down everything with a rag. David crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, chuckling softly as Kurt bent forward and spun around and bounced and sang, quite loudly, throwing his arms up and spinning his fists around.

"Anyway you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want it!

"He said anyway you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want-
OH, hell!"

David laughed as Kurt yanked his headphones out and stumbled against the table, his eyes wide and his face getting redder with the passing moments. "David, hi.."

"Hey, Fancy," He said, chuckling. "Don't stop on my account, the house looks great.."

Kurt pursed his lips. "I got bored..."

"Poor baby."

"What happened to you?" Kurt asked. "Take a dip in the pool on the way home?"

David grinned, grabbing Kurt's arms and pulling his body flush against his, crushing their lips together. Home.

Kurt's gasp echoed throughout David's mouth, and David took that opportunity to slide his tongue into that all too familiar mouth. Kurt shivered, pressing against him before squealing and jumping back.

"What?" David asked, brows furrowing. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," Kurt said, smiling reassuringly. David was sweeter than ever, after three years together, but he was still utterly paranoid that he was always hurting Kurt. Kurt pecked his cheek. "You're just COLD."

David snorted, blushing. "Sorry, babe."

"What happened?"

"Uhh, a lot of shit," He said.

"So sharing you are," Kurt teased, smirking playfully before offering David his hand, stepping back in his space. "You shouldn't be in those clothes."

David smirked. "Wanna fix that?"

Kurt giggled, slowing moving his hands up to David's shirt and tugging the buttons loose, slowly pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses against his cool, damp chest, feeling a shiver wrack his body.

"Mm..." David whined. "Kurt."

"Shower?" He asked, batting his eyes innocently. "A nice, hot shower could do you good.."

David shivered, smirking and pecking Kurt chastely. "I like that idea, Star.."

Kurt smirked, wandering into the bathroom with his boyfriend.

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Kurt's eyes fluttered open again at about three AM when he felt an arm drape around his bare waist, a warm body pressing against his back. He grinned softly, tangling his fingers with David's, his eyes fluttering closed again. Sure, he might've felt insecure about this whole situation when they first started dating, but David was more committed to Kurt than he was to life itself. He even applied, repeatedly, to NYU so David could stay close to Kurt for college, he always was there for anytime Kurt might get to perform, he was there when the teachers got in Kurt's case and he needed a shoulder to cry on. Kurt could only hope he was there for David with equal measure.

One thing is for certain. Kurt never trusted anyone more than he trusted one David Karofsky.

Sooo that's that. Did I end it well? I hope. It wasn't too sappy, was it? I figured I owed y'all a little fluff after all that crap I wrote. :P Poor boys... lol Anyhow! That's that... *cry*
I will say this now. Thank you for any reviews on this epilog, and thank you for all the reviewers and alerters and favorit-ers. :] Love you guys! Thank you guys so much! x3
(BTW, I know it's short, but it's just a wittle epilog..would've been longer if the rating were M, but whataya gonna do? ;] lol!)