"I completely disagree, you know," Chandler smirked at Dave.

"Why am I not surprised by that at all?" Dave stood up and walked into his kitchen for a drink. "Do you want something?"

"Sure. Whatever you're getting. We really need to talk about this."

"No, we don't. We can agree to disagree about this."

"But that doesn't accomplish anything. Agreeing to disagree is pointless."

"That's because you need to win every argument you get into," Dave laughed as walked back into the living room, and he tossed Chandler a soda.

"That's beside the point," Chandler popped open his drink and grinned at him.

"Actually, that is completely my point," Dave smiled as he sat back down on the couch next to Chandler.

His boyfriend, and that was a word he couldn't even believe he was using, just smirked at him. Chandler climbed on his lap, straddling him, and he moved Dave's arms so that they were wrapped around his waist.

Dave leaned his head back and smiled, "What are you doing?"

Chandler was a refreshing change in his life. He was totally out there, flirtatious, and he never let Dave think for one moment that he wasn't attractive. It was both exhilarating and scary at the same time, because he'd never felt anything passionate before about anyone else but Fancy. But here sat Chandler, on his lap, and the feelings for him were strong too. Maybe stronger. He wasn't sure yet. But it felt good to be with Chandler, and he didn't want to give that up.

But he also didn't want to screw it up by doing anything stupid.

His dad liked Chandler too. They'd bonded a little during their first meeting, and his father was just happy to see Dave smiling for once. Chandler had told him a few days later that Dave's dad had pulled him off to the side and thanked him for putting that smile on Dave's face.

"Nothing," Chandler bent down and kissed him. "You're always so suspicious."

"We agreed to take it slow, remember?"

"Actually, you stated that you wanted to take it slow because you had screwed up with someone else. I never agreed to that at all. And I don't agree that we shouldn't go further than making out. Because, damn. Have you seen you? How am I supposed to just sit here while you sit there looking like that?"

Dave laughed, "You don't have to butter me up."

"This is what I'm talking about. This crazy idea that you aren't the hottest fucking thing on the planet. Where the hell did that come from?"

Dave looked up at him soberly. "It's nothing."

"No, it isn't. It's something, and we need to deal with it."

"Can we not talk about it?"

"Nope. We must talk. But can I just say? Arms. Damn these arms," Chandler rubbed his hands up and down Dave's biceps. "These arms kill me. Please stop hiding them. Or you know, please throw me on the bed or something. I'm good with either," Chandler licked his lips and smiled down at him.

Dave grinned at him, "You think about sex a lot, were you aware?"

"Oh yes. I'm very aware. And it doesn't help that I have a thing for guys bigger than me. And you are just perfect with your face, and your arms, and I can't help but picture you in a football uniform, and your ass is amazing by the way."

"You're babbling."

"Don't care. Kiss me."

Dave smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "You're pretty damn hot yourself."

Chandler winked and gave a shrug, "Well, what can I say? I do try."

"Be serious."

"I'll be serious when you are, and when you tell me what or who has you convinced that you aren't as sexy as fuck. And then we can finish talking about why you don't want to have sex," Chandler replied earnestly this time.

Dave sighed. He did need to talk to Chandler about it. He couldn't just avoid the subject forever.

"It was Kurt," David said quietly. "Well, not just him. But he was the start of it."

"Ah. The enigma that is Kurt Hummel. The guy you bullied into leaving school despite the fact that you had feelings for him."

"Why do I tell you shit?"

"Because you can't resist my interrogation skills."

"I don't believe biting someone's earlobe is actually considering an interrogation skill," Dave laughed.

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Remember when I told you that he chased me into the locker room the day I kissed him?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I found out I wasn't his type."

"Well, you're mine. Kurt is gorgeous. I'll give him that, but he's not my type at all."

"Good to know. But the point of it is that Kurt told me that I was going to be bald by the time I was thirty, I sweated too much, and I was chubby, and then he called me a scared little boy who couldn't accept being ordinary."

"Ouch. But he's a lot smaller than you. It's not like he could fight back by hitting you. You might have done something stupid like kick his ass, and then you would have felt worse about yourself. Now, if you'd thrown me into a wall, I'd have chased your ass into the locker room and handed you your balls on a silver platter."

Dave snorted, "Yeah, I know that. I know it was his way of fighting back. And I'd like to see you try handing me my balls."

"Then you'll have to take me upstairs, buddy," Chandler winked. "I don't serve balls without some compensation."

Dave laughed. "My point is that the words stuck. And Blaine didn't help."

"Ah. Okay, I know you slept with him. But there has to be more to that story."

"He only slept with me after I told him how I felt about Kurt. I found out afterwards that he kind of goes after guys who have an interest in Kurt. So he didn't do it because he just had this uncontrollable urge to have me. Well, he sort of did I guess. But not because he wanted me. More because he wanted me to want him instead of Kurt."

"Wait, wasn't Blaine Kurt's boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"And isn't he that guy that you asked to stop texting you?" Chandler frowned.

"Yes, but he wasn't texting me because of me. He wants my help getting Kurt back."

"Wait. He wants you, the guy he cheated with, to help him get back with the guy he cheated on?"

"Yes," Dave answered.

"What the hell?"

"I know."

"Okay, I'm confused. And Blaine wasn't the guy at Breadstix with Kurt that night?"

"No, that was Sebastian."

"And who is Sebastian again?"

"Sebastian is a whole different story. He's a pretty good friend now, but we've had our conflicts. He feels guilty because of a comment he made to me about my weight and my looks right before I tried to hang myself."

"Geez. Who are these people? This town is like a scene out of a daytime drama."

Dave snorted, "Tell me about it."

"Okay, so first Kurt told you that you were too sweaty, chubby, and possibly balding, then the guy who took your virginity only slept with you because you wanted his boyfriend. And then another friend made fun of your weight and looks, and this is why you have trouble believing that I think you're the hottest guy in Lima."

"Basically."

"Well, obviously, there's only one way to fix this," Chandler replied.

"How?"

"Sleep with me," Chandler leered at him, and Dave sighed in amusement. "Let me help you figure out if I'm your type too."

"You're relentless."

"Yes, I am. And you will be mine, Mr. Karofsky. Mark my words. You will be mine, and your Fancy better just back off."

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Kurt was back in his room, thinking about the conversation with Sebastian, when there was a rather timid knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in."

The door opened and Sam and Noah were standing there, hesitating right in the arch of the door frame, as if they weren't sure they were willing to actually enter.

"Did you kill him?" Noah asked.

Kurt turned and put his hands on his hips. "Why did you two go along with that? Do you have any idea how bad his chest and stomach are? They're purple. And he's so sore he can barely get up the steps at Dalton."

Sam winced, "Sounds worse than mine. How is Jeff?"

"I don't know. After I yelled at him and Nick I went upstairs with Sebastian."

"Is that were you left his body?" Noah asked quietly.

Kurt smirked at him, "You just cannot focus on anything else until your questions are answered, can you?"

"Well, you never actually said you didn't kill him," Noah replied.

Sam laughed and nudged Noah with his shoulder.

"What man. I'm worried about him. Kurt went over there determined to kill him," Noah shrugged.

Kurt walked over to Noah and smirked. "I didn't kill him. It was worse. I took his shirt off and I cuddled with him on his bed for almost an hour and a half. His head was cradled in my neck and everything. He was all over me, Noah. His legs were tangled with mine, and his arms were wrapped around me the whole time. It was Rated R cuddling. And all his, Noah. That was his punishment."

Noah gasped, and Sam moved to sit down on Kurt's bed, laughing hysterically.

Kurt smirked at the look of complete betrayal on Noah's face.

"Kurt, you just started dating him! You can't just do that with someone you don't know well! It's bad enough you slept with him!"

"Oh my god, Noah. You spent almost two years fucking every girl at that school, most likely on the very same day you met them, and yet I cuddle too fast?"

Sam was sprawled on Kurt's bed, laughing uncontrollably, face flushed and eyes closed. "Oh god, Puck. That's hilarious. You should have seen your face," Sam choked out.

"Shut up Evans," Noah glared at him. "Did you tell him about us last night, Kurt?"

Sam shot up and looked between them, obviously concerned that something had gone on between Kurt and Noah.

"No, I didn't tell him that you needed cuddling last night, and I sure as hell didn't tell him that you fell asleep in my bed." Kurt turned to Sam, "While I slept on the couch. And neither one of you is going to tell him either. I will tell him myself this weekend."

Kurt was making sure to point out where he slept, so Sam wouldn't get any ideas from Noah's crazy display of cuddle jealousy.

"That's good. You shouldn't keep secrets," Sam added.

"Fucking hell, Sam. He's seen me cuddle with Noah. It's not like I'm cheating. It's cuddling! You guys seriously have issues."

"Cuddling is a big deal for him. Sebastian is kind of like me. We're badass to everybody else. But there are certain people in our lives that we let close enough to show ourselves. You guys and Quinn are mine. You're obviously Sebastian's."

Kurt hadn't looked at it like that, and when Noah put it that way, it was really sweet.

He sighed. Like he needed another reason to fall for Sebastian Smythe.

"Okay, now that you're with a guy who isn't like Blaine, do I still need to schedule time with you?" Noah sat down on the bed next to Sam.

"Yeah. How does he feel about us hanging out with you all the time?" Sam added.

"Well, he's not crazy about it. He'd rather I just have female friends, apparently. But he likes you two."

Puck smirked, "Well, at least it's not the other one. After what happened to Sam, I was kind of surprised he didn't hit on me. I am a sex shark, after all."

"Sweetie, he didn't hit on you because I wouldn't let you come over. Didn't you realize that was the whole reason for your household rules?"

"Wait. I thought that was just because he hated me."

"No, Noah. I kept you away from Blaine so he couldn't hit on you. I knew your mouth would get carried away, and you'd say something about my ass, and then he'd have jumped you."

"You picked him over me?" Noah stood up and glared.

Kurt looked at him in shock. He sounded really angry about it. "What?"

"You fucking picked him over me then. Why didn't he have the house rules instead of me?" Noah shouted. "I was in your life first, you know."

That perspective hadn't occurred once to Kurt. He'd never imagined that Noah would see it as him choosing Blaine over him. He actually hadn't realized that Noah would care that much about it.

But why shouldn't he have? Kurt was one of the few people that Noah actually confided in.

Noah's and Finn's relationship had never really recovered fully from the events of sophomore year, and most everybody else besides Sam and Kurt still considered Noah the biggest Lima Loser at McKinley. Nothing could be farther from the truth, but Noah wasn't willing to let others get close enough to see that. Noah had bouts where he doubted himself as well, like when he'd become convinced his future would lead to death or prison before he was thirty years old.

Kurt was grateful for the bromance that was Noah and Sam. They could help each other when Kurt wasn't around for either one of them.

Sebastian's comment about Kurt going back to having all female friends had started him thinking. He'd finally gotten what he wanted years ago, when all he'd wanted was to have male friends who treated him like he wasn't some carrier of the homosexual plague. Guys he could hang out with.

He still loved his girls, even though they could be trying at times, but he liked finally being able to say he was "one of the guys," even if his idea of that was much different than Noah's and Sam's. He doubted that most "guys" hang out sessions included cuddle time. And if they did, then he seriously needed to be introduced to the guys in question, because that would actually be pretty damn sexy to watch.

Like a cuddling orgy, he thought with a smile. That was doable.

"I'm sorry, Noah. I didn't look at it like that. I just didn't want him to hurt you. You've been through so much already, that I didn't want him to be able to make it worse for you. I'm really sorry."

Noah looked at him, some of the anger seeming to dissipate from his face. "Okay, I guess I can see why you did it. To protect me. But next time, get it through your head that I can handle myself. And we are supposed to be protecting you sometimes too. If you'd let me and Sam protect you in the first place, you would have never ended up at Dalton."

Kurt crossed the room and hugged him. "What's this about?"

Sam cleared his throat. "We found out the other night that he kind of blames himself for you ending up with Blaine."

"Shut up Trouty," Noah glared over at him.

"Noah Puckerman. I dated him of my own free will. It was coincidence that he was the first person I met there. So stop acting like that."

Kurt squeezed Noah until he let out a small cough. Then Kurt let him out of the hug and stepped back. "I promise nothing is your fault," he whispered.

"Sorry for getting mad. Can we cuddle now?"

Kurt slapped him on the side of the head. "I swear. I'm going to beat you one of these days. No, we can't cuddle. I promised Sebastian the chance to pass you in overall cuddling time."

"What?" Noah asked in outrage. "That's not fair!"

Sam snorted, "Puck, I think you have a problem. We may need to detox you."

"Shut up, Trouty."

Kurt stepped forward and grabbed Noah's hands. "Repeat after me. My name is Noah Puckerman, and I am a Cuddle Slut."

Noah smirked, "My name is Noah Puckerman, and I am a Cuddle Slut."

"That's the first step man," Sam clapped him on the shoulder and led him out of Kurt's room. "You'll be alright. Those cuddles belong to Sebastian now."

Kurt laughed when he heard the sound of whining coming from Noah at the end of the hallway.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

"Dude," Alex's annoying face was grinning down at Sebastian when he opened his eyes. He looked up at his black-haired roommate and sighed.

"Hey man. Did practice run long or something?" Sebastian sat up gently and he smiled when he realized his shirt was still gone.

"No, I came back, but you and your friend were asleep, and I didn't want to wake you, so I closed the door and went to the common areas."

"You didn't have to do that. You could have woken us up."

Sebastian took out a bag from his closet and began packing for the weekend. He wouldn't have time tomorrow because he was going to have dinner at Kurt's house, and he wouldn't get back until late.

Kurt was going to drive his Navigator to Dalton, and they'd drive to Sebastian's house in his car.

"You seemed occupied, so I figured I'd leave you alone," Alex was smirking.

And that was usually dangerous.

"What?"

"Dude, you were all over him. I've never seen you that all over someone, not even that time I walked in on you and that dude actually fucking. You were naked then and you weren't touching the dude as much and you were all over that guy today."

Sebastian flushed, "Shut up."

"I think it's cool. Was that Kurt?"

"Yeah. That's Kurt."

"Well, I couldn't really see him because you know, you were kind of all over him, but he seems to like you. Since he was practically glued to your ass."

Sebastian laughed, "He wasn't glued to my ass."

"Crotch then. Since you were facing each other while you slept."

Sebastian sighed. Really.

With Alex, there was not much else you could do but nod your head along with his comments.

"Okay, he was glued to my crotch. Happy now?" Sebastian flashed an irritated smile.

"Yeah, actually. Is he, you know," Alex looked back and forth cautiously, as if to make sure they were alone in their own dorm room. "The one?"

Sebastian let his head hit the closet door. "I knew this would happen."

Alex sat on his bed and looked up at him. "I've been waiting for this day for months. So is he?"

"I'm not telling you anything."

"That must mean you haven't told him that he's the one yet, right?"

"You are as bad as Jeff and Nick. Seriously," Sebastian replied as he stuffed some clothes into his bag haphazardly.

Kurt would probably frown at him for not even paying attention to what he was packing. But at least, if it didn't meet his expectations, Sebastian had a closet full at home as well. He planned to spend a good deal of time in bed with Kurt anyway, so he didn't plan on wearing clothes all that much.

"That's not a denial, you know."

"I don't have to confirm or deny anything," Sebastian glared at him. "But I will say that he's going home with me this weekend."

Alex sat and stared at him, and the growing quiet rapidly became uncomfortable.

"What?"

"You're taking him home? With you? Like to your house?" Alex looked amazed.

"Yes, my home. As in my house. It's not that difficult of a concept," Sebastian smirked.

"But, this is you. And this guy. With your father?"

Sebastian sighed. "I know. I just hope he doesn't say something to upset Kurt."

"Would he?"

"Yeah. When he finally meets him, he will most definitely have some things to say. And those things will most likely be rather mean. And I have no idea why I'm putting Kurt through that."

"Look man. He's gotta know right? If you are going to have something with him, then you can't keep it from him. Just tell him what your dad's like on the drive there. Don't let him get ambushed. Will your sister be home?"

"No, she's in California right now."

"What about your mom?"

"She will be there, but you know how she is. She'll ignore it."

"Ugh. Not good."

"I know. And I can't cancel on my dad. He has a dinner thing that he's expecting me to be there for. And he doesn't even know I've invited Kurt yet. I have to call him tomorrow and tell him. I don't want to because he'll just have plenty of time to think of reasons why I shouldn't bring him.

"So don't tell him."

"If I don't tell him, it'll be worse."