I really need to stop reading the Glee forums. It seems most (vocal) Klaine-shippers have forgotten Blaine tried to rape Kurt (yet Dave's looker room kiss is heinous assault?) or that Finn threw pee-balloons at Kurt, or that Puck and Finn tossed him in dumpsters on a daily basis.

RIB+6 must be proud that they've created a fandom where attempted rape is seen as passionate love whereas a forced kiss is a sin worthy of death.

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David had barely taken control of Kurt's dream before Kurt jumped him, wrapping his long…beautiful….slender…firm…strong legs around David's waist. David shook himself to snap out of it. He had a gorgeous guy literally throwing himself at him and all David could think about was his legs. He chided himself; how ridiculous was that when there were far better things for him to be focusing on? Like the fact that his palms were cupping Kurt's lovely…gorgeous…succulent ass in order to support him. Or the fact that Kurt's hands were cupping his face as he moved in to kiss him.

It wasn't one of the tentative, delicate kisses Kurt sometimes planted on him with all the emotion and lust of someone kissing a beloved relative. No, Kurt attacked his lips with all the fervor he could muster. It reminded David of that first, desperate kiss in the locker room a year ago. Only this time, David was the one unresponsive to the surprise attack. As Kurt maneuvered his lips against David's, David's eyes were wide open, watching the intent and content look on Kurt's face. Slowly closing his eyes, David gave in to the furious ministrations of his lover.

He parted his lips, inviting Kurt into his mouth, but Kurt's lips migrated along David's own until he was kissing David's cheeks and then his jaw line. Pulling back, Kurt stared into David's eyes, a deep look of fondness and warmth there. "Not that I didn't enjoy it, but what the hell was that about?"

"You were so hot earlier." David cocked an eyebrow. He hadn't though of himself as being "hot," just really freakin' pissed. And he had been afraid that his unrestrained aggressiveness had frightened Kurt.

Apparently not.

"I promised I would protect you. I failed."

Kurt shrugged. "Maybe so, but you were still really sexy. It isn't every day that handsome guys come to my rescue." Kurt, still being supported by David's arms, leaned against him, wrapping his own arms around David's neck. "Quote unquote, I'm against any forms of violence. But in my own little fantasy world I'm allowed to think that what you did today was really sexy."

David rubbed his hand up and down Kurt's back. "I just wish I'd been there sooner."

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David sat outside a changing room at Nordstrom's trying desperately to refrain from touching himself. Kurt kept disappearing into the changing rooms only to return a moment later wearing clothes that should have been illegal. David marveled at Kurt's ability to fit himself into seemingly painted-on pants. The first pair had perfectly accentuated Kurt's perfectly taut little ass. The second pair left David wondering how the hell a guy could wear something that tight without everything getting all squashed…if there was anything there. That thought made him nervous for a little bit until Kurt returned with a third set of jeans that completely eliminated any fear David may have had with regards to Kurt's "equipment."

Kurt was fully aware of the effects he was having on David. He had popped out of the changing room more than once, here and t other stores, to see David trying to re-cross his legs in order to hide his issue. It was a huge adrenaline rush to Kurt. He wasn't used to anyone thinking of him as being "desirable." Even Blaine had confessed to regarding him as little more than an adorable pet.

When Kurt came back out in his final outfit, he caught David palming himself through his jeans. Raising an eyebrow, he met David's guilty expression with one of humorous accusation. "Classy, David."

"It's not my fault. You're such a damn cock-tease."

Kurt felt himself draw back in surprise. "I'm a what?"

David placed one of Kurt's bags from an earlier store over his lap, drawing Kurt's attention away from his face and back down towards his growing dilemma…It wasn't really a "growing" dilemma, it was already full-grown, but the pain of having it neglected while so desperate for attention was starting to make it painful. "A cock-tease. You're promising… it…all these things that you have no intention of delivering. That's not right; it isn't fair."

Kurt fidgeted with his fingers, trying not to lose his perfectly in-control composure. "Someday…maybe."

David narrowed his eyes. Someday what?...Oh. "We aren't even dating."

"I've decided I think we are."

"You've decided…? What?" David liked to think of himself as intelligent. But every now and then, Kurt made him feel as ignorant as a toddler.

"I've decided that you and I are dating…assuming you want that?" David nodded mutely. "We obviously like each other, we go exceptionally well together and, after yesterday, I think you've managed to prove your loyalty to me when it comes down to it. So, I think it's acceptable for us to date."

David looked like someone had just announced that the ASPCA had taken over the world. "Does this mean I get to kiss you?"

Kurt blushed, feigning indifference. "I suppose so. If you insist." Kurt had barely finished his statement before David's lips were welded to his own. Both of them well remembered their make-out session the night before, but this was so much nicer. The sensations were stronger, the movement richer, the feeling realer. This wasn't a dream; this was reality.

When they were done kissing, Kurt took David's hand and swung it playfully from side to side between them. "Come on, pack-mule. Get my bags while I get changed into my regular clothes. Then we can pay for this stuff and find a store more your style. Smiling like a goof, David did as instructed.

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"This isn't really a clothing store. This is a biker store." They stood outside what appeared to be a Harley-Davidson wannabe store. The center of the store was mostly gear for accessorizing or customizing motorcycles. The outer walls of the store, however, were lined with jackets, helmets, chaps, boots, and pants.

"I know, but I figured this was our best bet since I know you want to do that whole bad-boy thing that Ares does on Hercules." Taking David's hand, Kurt dragged him into the store. David gulped nervously. He didn't mind Kurt holding his hand in the rest of the mall, but he wasn't exactly sure how the clientele of this particular establishment would react towards the blatant display of homosexuality.

A couple of the customers eyed up Kurt: out of curiosity or animosity, David couldn't tell. Kurt released David's hand and started wandering around the display racks. David kept a neutral distance from his boyfriend. He wanted to be close enough to him in case anything happened, but at the same time he didn't want to invite anything to happen by clinging too closely to him.

"Oh, David! Check these out. These would look so hot on you."

David turned red. A few of the patrons continued to watch him and Kurt. A couple of the shoppers were smirking at him, no doubt amused by his obvious discomfort. One even winked at him. He wasn't entirely certain how to react to that. David took the offered pants from Kurt and looked them over. They were black, made from very comfy, pre-softened leather. He flicked up the back hem to check over the tag. Yep, one hundred percent leather. "I like how leather looks, but I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable wearing it. Not without knowing where it came from."

Kurt took the pants back from David, looking them over. "Hmmm…I hadn't thought of that. I'm not really sure how you tell if leather is kosher or not." As David walked over to a display of clearly inferior clothing, no doubt pleather in Kurt's opinion, Kurt felt that little niggling at the back of his head again. Something about what he had just said…what was it?

David felt a weird shift in the air, as though someone were watching him. Turning around, Kurt stood right behind him, watching him curiously, confusion spelt out across his features. "How did I know you kept kosher?"

David, slightly startled at Kurt's sudden, noiseless appearance, shrugged. "I don't know. I probably told you."

Kurt shook his head, maintaining eye contact with David. "No. No you didn't."

"I'm sure it's come up before. I mean, let's face it, I'm not exactly quiet about how I feel towards animals."

Kurt was still shaking his head. "No. I'd remember if you told me you kept kosher."

David shrugged again, nervously. "Obviously I did tell you, since you obviously remembered."

"I dreamt you told me your kept kosher. And halal. I'd never heard the word halal before I dreamt it."

David smiled reassuringly at Kurt, before picking up a pair of pants and looking them over, trying to stave off his growing anxiety. "The mind is an incredible thing. Maybe you heard it in passing once and your subconscious remembered it."

"I also dreamt you were into mythology." David opened his mouth to speak but Kurt cut him off, "Before I borrowed that book from the library."

"You and I have had a lot of classes together over the years. Maybe you remembered something from middle school, or whatever."

"No. There's no way my subconscious is that good. I also dreamt you went back to being friends with Azimio because you were trying to protect yourself from people finding out you're gay."

"That's not a very hard leap to make. We both know I'm a fucking coward."

"I want the truth, David. There is such a thing as too many coincidences."

David closed his eyes, trying to shut out the outside world so he could think for just a moment. When he opened them, Kurt was still staring at him, intent on an answer. "It's lunch time. How about we go to Subway and sit for a while?"

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Kurt had no intention of letting the matter rest, but he had no problem letting David finish off his sub before he started questioning him again. Consider it a "last meal" if you will. David finished his sub off slowly, delicately almost. When he was done, he patted his napkin against his lips, obviously trying to stall for time in Kurt's perspective. "Ok. You've eaten. Talk."

David looked out the picturesque window that he had chosen to sit next to. He picked it for an important reason, though now he considered abandoning his original reasoning and simply jumping through it to avoid the Hummel Inquisition. "The dreams are all real."

Kurt had expected as much. He had always felt that there was something off about them. He wouldn't have started grilling David if he hadn't thought so. He would have come off looking like a loon. But at the same time… "How is that possible?"

"Because everything in the dreams was true."

Kurt was willing to accept that David had somehow invaded his dreams, astral projection, maybe, but the possibility that the things he had said in the dreams were true? All of them? Kurt wasn't prepared to accept that. "You expect me to believe that you're a god?" Kurt leaned forward, his voice low.

"Look out the window, behind my right shoulder. You should see a tree. In that tree you will see a robin, sitting alone. Correct?" Kurt nodded. The bird was there, as described. But David could have easily spotted it as they were sitting down. "The bird is going to stretch its right wing." Kurt looked back out the window in time to see the bird do as David predicted. "Now its left." Once again, David accurately predicted the bird's actions. "Both together out at its sides. Both together up in the air." Again and again, the bird did exactly as David said it would.

Kurt turned around in his chair, trying to spot something David could be monitoring its reflection in, but paused. David was saying what the bird would do before it happened; a reflection wouldn't show him that. "How did you do that?" Kurt's eyes were wide and panicked. David hated seeing Kurt afraid, especially of him.

"It's part of my domain. I can control animals."

"No. If you were a god, you wouldn't be able to get hurt. I've seen you get hurt before and you're not that good of an actor." Kurt's finger was in David's face, pointing at his nose, trying to emphasize his point.

David took Kurt's hand and lowered it gently to the table. "It's difficult to explain. I'm the only kid my parents were ever able to have. They wanted me to be as normal as possible so they've deprived me of a lot of my powers. I'm immortal, but not impervious to injury. Most of the powers that all gods get won't be mine until I'm an adult, like teleportation, shape shifting, invisibility."

"Ha! You're wrong. Only a few gods could turn invisible because they needed things like the helm of invisibility."

David nodded his accession. Kurt had obviously been doing his homework. "The helm of invisibility makes Hades invisible to other gods or those with the ability to see through most forms of magic. All gods can become invisible to mortals."

Kurt sat back in his chair, trying to think of another way to test David. "Make an animal appear out of nothing."

David smiled, Kurt was cute when he was worked up, even if it hurt his heart to see him so upset. "It doesn't quite work like that, Kurt. Yes, I'm the god of domesticated animals, as well as some others, but my powers are severely limited until I'm an adult."

"Because of your parents?"

David shrugged. "Not just them. Imagine for a second you're a twelve year old. Think about how confusing life was back then, how your emotions were running rampant; you could barely understand your emotions let alone control them half the time. You cried a lot in middle school. I remember. Me? I got angry a lot. Now imagine for a second you're that same twelve-year-old with the power to start a war every time you got upset. The vast majority of the gods don't get full control over their domain, if they even know what it is, until they're an adult. And even then they usually weren't very responsible with it."

Kurt slumped down in his seat. "You're telling the truth, aren't you?"

"I don't like to lie to you, Kurt. I hate it."

"But you've been lying to me, all along. I mean how old are you?"

"I told you, my eighteenth birthday is in December."

"But you're a Greek god."

David smiled. "Not all the gods were born back in the classical era. Most gods no longer have children anymore, it's true: especially full-blooded children. They've found ways to… prevent that, in order to avoid power-struggles. But my parents were never able to have children, no matter how hard they tried until I came along."

"Who are your parents?"

David paled. He could see how 'great' this would turn out. "My mother is the goddess of spring." He tried to make it sound as pleasant as possible. Kurt would probably turn and run the second David said who his father was.

"That's Persephone, right?" David nodded. "Sophie – Persephone. It makes sense." Kurt kept staring out the window, avoiding David's gaze. "Does that mean Paul's…your dad is Hades, isn't he?" Again, David nodded. This time, far less enthusiastically. "That's…wow. Ok. I'm really not sure how to feel about this. Any of it. You lied to me." Kurt held up a finger. "You've been invading the sanctity of my dreams for months now." He held up another finger. "You abandoned me to be friends with Azimio." A third finger went up. "I just…how the hell am I supposed to react to all this?"

"You forgave me for what happened with Azimio, so can we please just cross that one of the list?" Kurt put a finger down, agreeing with David. He couldn't re-hash an argument he had already forgiven David for. "And yes, it was wrong of me to invade your dreams, but they were nice dreams weren't they? I never made you do anything you didn't want to…not after that first horrible mess anyway. And we really didn't do anything we wouldn't have done in the real world anyway. We just… bonded."

Kurt put his hand down, "I know. But you still lied to me. And it wasn't a little lie, either."

"If I had told you the truth, rather than you figuring it out yourself, would you have ever believed me?"

"I barely believe you now. But it's still such a huge thing to take in. And even if you had told me about it…I don't…this is too big, Dave. I don't know if I can handle this."

David nodded, his eyes downcast. "So we're breaking up, I take it?"

"I don't…that doesn't make sense." Kurt looked lost in reverie. "I'm dating you in the dreams and the real world. Now that I know you're the same person, it doesn't make sense that I wouldn't date you. And I knew dream-you was a god, and I accepted it, so it doesn't make sense to leave you over that now."

"We were dating in the dream world?" Kurt shot David a look that couldn't have said anything other than 'duh'. His face relaxed, his eyebrows raised, his eyes rolling. "Don't give me that look, it's not like you ever told me or anything…or asked me out."

"I didn't really think it was necessary. I thought I had dreamed up my perfect guy. I didn't think I would have to ask my imaginary friend out on a date."

"I'm perfect?"

"Only in my dreams, so don't get a big head." Kurt went back to being trapped in his own thoughts. "I can't wrap my head around this right now, David. It's a lot to take in. I'm not breaking up with you…I just need time to think. Let's just…call it a 'hiatus' shall we?"

David nodded. It was far better than Kurt throwing his drink in David's face and saying he never wanted to see him again.

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"All in all, I'd say he took it very well."

"I'm not surprised, he's had months to get used to the idea. I'm sure part of him has been entertaining the possibility for a while now." Homer sat on the kitchen counter while David made them both sandwiches. Making Homer a sandwich was a fairly simple process; he just cut out tiny squares of whatever meats and cheeses he was using and placed them onto little pieces of bread he had ripped off a larger slice and squished into a small flatbread between his fingers. "Plus, he's probably just glad he isn't going insane. So…now that the love of your life knows your biggest secret, don't you think it's time to tell the giver of your life your second biggest secret?"

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Those we've met so far:

David – son of Hades and Persephone

Paul – Hades (Pluto in Latin), god of the underworld and wealth (the Greeks believed that since precious jewels and metals came from underground that they were part of Hades realm)

Sophie – Persephone/Kore (Proserpina in Latin), goddess of spring and queen of the underworld

Aaron – Eros (Cupid in Latin), god of love

Sarah – Psyche (Psyche in Latin), goddess of the soul

Homer – an old rat David befriended in the Underworld

Aphrodite – (Venus in Latin) Goddess of love and beauty

Harry – Hermes (Mercury in Latin) Messenger of the gods and escort of souls to the Underworld

Apollo – (Apollo in Latin) God of the sun, medicine, knowledge, music, and poetry

Demetria – Demeter (Ceres in Latin) Goddess of the harvest and seasons

Zeus – (Jupiter in Latin) King of the gods and god of the sky

Hera – (Juno in Latin) Queen of the gods and goddess of Marriage, women and birth

Morpheus – (Morpheus in Latin) god of dreams

Icelus – (couldn't find an accurate Latin variation) – god of nightmares

Artemis – (Diana in Latin) goddess of the hunt, wilderness, the moon

Priapus – (Mutunus Tutunus in Latin) minor god of fertility, gardens and male genitalia (he's also the reason you should call your doctor if you have an erection lasting longer than 3 hours…lol)