Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: A bit of a change in point of view for this chapter. Sorry if that bothers you.

Also, I lied. Or changed my mind for the third time. I said there would be only an epilogue left but everything that I had planned for the epilogue seemed really weird and disorganized so... I'm splitting it up! The next couple of chapters might be small but... Oh wells! More chubby!Kurt for my lover-ly readers.

You'll know when I get to the epilogue because there will be smut.

True Love Will Find You in the End

By ktfranceebee

Chapter 6

"You know you can stay a bit longer, if you want to," Dave offered as he shut the door behind him.

Dave was walking Kurt back to his car and was carrying the leftover ingredients in one of the brown paper bags. As he followed Kurt outside, he saw that the other boy was struggling to find the other armhole to his sweater. Without even thinking about it, Dave reached out with his unoccupied hand and lifted up the sweater so that Kurt was able to slip his arm into the sleeve. Kurt looked back, giving him a grateful smile as he pulled the sweater close.

The sun was beginning to droop lower and lower into the horizon. The orange glow that licked at the larger portion of blue sky gave the false impression that the air was warmer than it actually was. Dave—who much earlier slipped into a clean polo shirt that wasn't covered in icing—could already tell that it was going to be a frigid night as he could already feel the harsh nip of cold air on his bare arms. It was only about half past five and Dave told Kurt that his parents should be coming home soon. The older of his two younger sisters had called earlier to say that they would return home before dinner.

It wasn't as though Kurt didn't want to meet the rest of the Karofskys (and re-meet Mr. Karofsky under better circumstances), but that day had been an eventful one, to say the least. He was exhausted and the thought of his warm and fluffy, queen-sized bed at home sounded more than welcoming. Kurt wouldn't be surprised if he were to call it a day and crash as soon as he got home.

"You know I would," Kurt said regretfully as he buttoned the front of his sweater. "But my dad doesn't even know I'm here. I don't want to worry him."

"And besides." Kurt pressed the button on the remote attached to the keychain, unlocking the door. "You were supposed to be making a cake for your sister's birthday today, not we," Kurt chided Dave as he gave him a reprimanding look before going down the porch steps to his car. Dave followed shortly behind him.

"Eh… They're bound to find out sooner or later, once they see that I didn't manage to burn the house down."

Kurt opened the car door and moved out of the way so Dave could put the bag in the back seat. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure your cooking isn't that bad. I doubt your mom would trust you with the task of baking a cake if she knew your cooking would result in a disaster of epic proportions." He inclined his head and added teasingly, "I thought you did great today with your… Stirring of ingredients. You only managed to ruin one shirt."

'And look where it got us,' Dave felt like saying. Kurt never would have run out of the house if it wasn't for the icing incident, and Kurt never would have known Dave's feelings for him if he never ran after him. He regarded Kurt and how positively radiant he looked, basked in the orange hue of dusk. He made the right choice-going after Kurt. Although it was obvious after five minutes of standing alone in the echoing silence of the kitchen that Kurt didn't truly leave. Dave never did hear the revving of an engine, followed by the squealing tires of Kurt peeling out of his neighborhood.

"You're right. I should cook for you sometime. I want to cook for you sometime," Dave replied in sober tone as Kurt shut the door. He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"You do?" Kurt's eyebrows lifted and smiled in surprise at Dave.

"Yeah," he affirmed.

Dave took one hand out of his pocket and reached for Kurt's elbow. He marveled at how freely he was able to touch this boy and the reassurance it gave him when he didn't flinch or try to pull away. He ran his fingertips over the fabric nonchalantly before gently tugging him closer. Kurt allowed Dave this, as well, and he placed his hand just above the crook of Dave's elbow. The other hand somehow found its way just above Dave's heart, sliding upwards to rest on his trapezius muscle. Even though it was through the fabric, Dave's skin tingled.

"I'll make you toast," Dave said seriously, as if it were a promise. His lips betrayed him, however, as they twitched into an amused smile. Kurt snorted and hid his face in Dave's chest as his shoulders shook. Dave rubbed the small of Kurt's back and shh-ed Kurt in a barely restrained voice as he tried not to laugh.

"Lots and lots of toast." Dave paused before saying in a jokingly seductive whisper, "And macaroni and cheese."

Kurt pulled away from Dave only to sling his arms around Dave's neck, sighing. Dave himself snuggly wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. The smolder of the sunset camouflaged the rosy hue of Kurt's cheeks, a result of his incessant smiling and chill from outside.

"And cake made from cake mix?" Kurt asked innocently as he tilted his head. Dave wondered sadly how anybody could not see how beautiful he was.

"And cake made from cake mix," Dave confirmed.

As Kurt's face inched closer towards Dave's, his hot breath mingling deliciously upon his lips, he noticed a figure over Kurt's shoulder standing not too far away from them. The older woman that Dave knew since he was ten years old was watching them with narrowed eyes, pretending to occupy herself as she covered the rosebushes in her yard with old sheets for that night's possible frost.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Dave mumbled in a angry tone, his grip around Kurt's waist loosening slightly. He didn't try to move away from Kurt, however.

"What is it?" Kurt asked in a confused tone as he opened his bleary eyes.

"Freaking wench that can't mind her own damn business," Dave growled as he turned his head slightly so she wouldn't be able to read his lips, even if she was a good thirty feet away. Dave could feel Kurt tense in his arms. The other boy let his arms drop down to Dave's sides as he discretely turned to look at Dave's nosey, grey-haired neighbor. She promptly looked down. She pursed her wrinkled lips as she unnecessarily adjusted one of the sheets that already covered the plant perfectly.

"Do you know her?" Kurt asked quietly as he turned back to face Dave. When he saw the muscle working furiously in Dave's jaw, he laid a soothing hand on his arm.

"Ms. Graves… Yeah… She's rather goody-goody with my mom although her fucking yorkie shits in our yard and I have to clean it up. Pretty much a neighborhood gossip."

"Oooh, how scandalous," Kurt practically purred as he shimmied his shoulders slightly. He turned around once more only to curl his in an elegant wave at the woman. Dave watched Kurt in a muddle of incredulity and amusement as her shoulders tensed and looked as though Kurt did her a personal disservice.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Dave said fondly. Kurt only shrugged.

"Kill 'em with kindness," Kurt said simply.

"You know what?" Dave inquired as Kurt turned back around. "I think we should give her something to talk about. Or at least set off her pacemaker."

"What're you-?" Kurt wasn't able to finish his question, and didn't need to. Dave didn't waste any time pulling Kurt into a searing kiss. His hand curled deftly around the back of Kurt's neck, his thumb strumming the short hairs at the back of his head. Kurt hummed, melting at the heat of Dave's body pressed wholly against his.

"She's going to be sorely disappointed when she finds out that this is nothing that your parents don't already know," Kurt mumbled against Dave's lips.

Dave himself could hear the harsh sound of a door slamming shut in the distance. He didn't bother in telling Kurt that it wouldn't just be his parents that she would be talking to, and with the mind-numbingly slow drag of Kurt's lips moving deliberately against his, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Hope you enjoyed the fluff and FINALLY getting to see Dave's perspective on things.

Much love!