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True Love Will Find You in the End

by ktfranceebee

Chapter 3

When Kurt woke up to a still house that Friday morning, he was not expecting to feel as much excitement towards the day's upcoming events as he actually did. After he slipped out of his toasty bed, he unplugged his phone from its charger and slipped it into the pocket of his pajama pants. He wasn't planning on calling Dave until a more decent hour. Kurt suspected that Dave was probably in the same state as Finn, as he heard the soft snores of his stepbrother while creeping past the closed bedroom door.

Once Kurt padded barefoot down the stairs and entered the kitchen, he cursed himself for not putting on a pair of slippers—or socks, in the very least.

The kitchen was freezing and the stone floor felt like ice as he walked over the threshold, leaving the fluffy carpet of the living room behind him. Kurt did have Carole to be thankful for, however, as she made coffee for herself and her husband before they left for their respectable jobs and were nice enough to leave the rest of the pot for Kurt.

Kurt rubbed his hands together happily, and in an attempt to warm them up, as he opened the cabinet above the coffee maker and pulled out his favorite ceramic mug; a gift from Rachel on his seventeenth birthday. It was pale blue, and circling the bottom were little sculpted pink daisies. On the side, it simply read in purple lettering, "Ding Dong The Witch is Dead," and from underneath the handle were a pair of legs stuck out adorned with black and white stockings as well as ruby red slippers. He still smiled at the eccentricity of the design; if that wasn't a symbol of their friendship, he didn't know what was.

After pouring the dark, steaming brew into the vessel, he opened the refrigerator and pulled out his favorite French vanilla coffee creamer from the door and shut it behind him. Kurt popped the open the lid and splashed some of the heavenly scented flavoring into the coffee, watching it swirl together like murky clouds.

Finally, after grabbing a spoon from the silverware drawer and dunking it into the mug, Kurt picked up a yellow splenda packet and tore it open, dumping the contents into the drink.

As he idly stirred the hot liquid, Kurt spotted the plate of decorated gingerbread cookies that he made the day before and picked one up after deciding that he was not nearly hungry enough to make breakfast.

As Kurt sat down at the kitchen table, crossing his feet underneath him in an effort to seek refuge from the frigid floor, he thought about his run in with Dave the day before.

A couple of months had gone by since the last run in he had with the former McKinley Titan and it seemed a lot had changed since their brief exchange in that dingy bar. Kurt couldn't attribute it solely on the foreign scruff on the teen's face. He seemed more open, bright and, well, inviting, than when they were amongst their own in the safety of the small establishment that was Scandal's.

But it seemed that Dave wasn't the only one that had changed in those few months, Kurt thought morosely as he snapped the head off the gingerbread cookie. Dave didn't even recognize him. Kurt knew without a doubt that Dave had changed, but one would think that even a reformed bully would recognize the one they once went out of the way to terrorize.

Kurt couldn't lie to himself. The fact that Dave either didn't notice the weight he put on, or chose to ignore it entirely, made Kurt feel more at ease than he had been since his break up with Blaine. All he thought about, it seemed, was his falling off the wagon. He thought about the outfits they would have to wear at Sectionals coming up and how he would look in them. He thought about how his weight gain would affect his performing, physically and emotionally, and whether he would crumble under the stress of it all.

Before Kurt could think anything else of it he heard a stifled yawn and looked up to find Finn lumbering into the kitchen, stretching his arms over his head once he made it past the threshold.

"'Sway too early, dude," Finn grumbled as he scratched at his white cotton shirt. "What're you doing up so early?"

"It's almost nine." Kurt shrugged a shoulder as he dunked the decapitated head of the gingerbread man into the hot coffee. Finn looked around the bright kitchen blearily as Kurt popped the mushy piece into his mouth.

"Why don't you go back to sleep? It is break, after all." Kurt pointed out as he chewed. "Might as well indulge a little."

"Can't," Finn replied as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice. "Going to the shop today to help out. Need to make some money."

"Ah... I see you finally received the dreaded Rachel Berry Christmas list." Kurt raised his eyebrows, looking over at Finn expectantly as the other boy poured some juice into a glass.

"You know about that?" Finn frowned as he put the juice back in the fridge.

"Mmm..." Kurt set his mug down. "Yes, she may have consulted me on a few items. You should be thankful. Apparently she found the body glitter that Robert Pattinson wore in Twilight on eBay. The seller is asking for a hefty price. I was able to convince her to take that off the list as anybody could easily fraud that piece of merchandise." Finn gave Kurt and odd look from where he stood at the island. He raised his glass of juice to his mouth and took a sip before speaking once more.

"So what are you doing up so early?"

"I have plans," Kurt said patiently.

"Really?" Finn said as if impressed. "You haven't done anything except stay around the house and bake since Blaine..." Finn trailed off, looking extremely guilty as Kurt raised an eyebrow. Instead of getting mad, Kurt merely stood, brushing off a few crumbs that landed on his pajama shirt.

"I'm going to choose to ignore the name you mentioned, and instead, get ready for my day. But I will acknowledge the fact that you are right. I need to do something better with my time than mope around all day." Kurt gave Finn a simpering smile before picking up his cup of coffee and walking out the kitchen to go upstairs to get ready before going Dave's house.

Kurt didn't think it would be wise to let Finn know where he was going that afternoon; at least not yet. Kurt knew Dave had changed and didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable spending the day alone with him. By the time he was ready, Finn would have already left for work and Kurt would be able to scrounge up the items that he needed to take to Dave's for the cake they would be baking.

But until then, Kurt could look forward to spending a day with who he could consider a new friend and hold in his snicker as he manages to catch Finn whining 'What about breakfast?' as he made his way up the stairs.

Sorry for the long wait and sorry for such a short chapter. The next one will be much longer.

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