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He, He Ain't Real

He Ain't Gonna Be Able To Love You Like I Will

He Is A Stranger, You And I Have History

Or Don't You Remember?

Sure, He's Got It All

But Baby Is That Really What You Want?

Sun was streaming through the window into Kurt's face. He had forgotten to close the curtains before going to bed the night before. He wasn't upset though. Last night had been amazing. He had gotten to see Dave. Not only that, but Kurt had been able to actually talk to and get to know the real David Karofsky. Kurt wished that more people had been given the opportunity to know that Dave before he had killed himself.

Slowly opening his eyes, Kurt realized that he wasn't alone in bed. He let out a small scream and stumbled backwards, falling out of bed. After Kurt let out the scream, David grumbled and rolled over, turning to face Kurt. "Must you scream and wake me up?" he asked, his voice deep from sleep.

"Ghosts sleep?" Kurt asked suspiciously, crawling back into bed.

Dave groaned and stretched out his arms, closing his eyes again. "We're not ghosts. We're Non-Beings," he yawned. "Every one can see a ghost. Only the Chosen can see a Non-Being," Dave explained.

Kurt was sitting cross-legged on his bed, his back to David. Hearing about Non-Beings, Kurt turned to look at him. The bigger boy was laying there cuddled against a pillow. Smiling slightly, Kurt turned attention back to his own hands. "Non-Being. Got it. So do you guys do all of the normal things humans do? Eat, sleep, all of that?" Kurt asked, curious.

"Yeah. We're just like the Livings. Only we can appear and disappear and can only be seen by the person we choose. Of course, we get the opportunity to see anybody we want to. Living or not," Dave mumbled into the pillow.

Listening to the explanation, Kurt smiled. "So, like, my mom, she can see me?" he asked, hopeful. He turned to look at Dave, that blatantly hopeful look on his face. Dave opened one eye and stared at Kurt before closing it again.

"If she so wishes, than yes," he replied simply. The room dissolved into silence for a minute before Dave asked of of no where, "You miss her?"

Kurt smiled weakly and turned away. "Constantly. I was eight when she died," he said softly. "She was taken away so quickly, so soon," he whispered.

Dave opened his eyes and sat up, much to his displeasure. Of course if this had been anyone but Kurt, Dave would have said something along the lines of "I didn't ask for your life story, Hummel," but this was Kurt, and things were different. Kurt was the only person that cared for. Uncertainly, Dave shifted up the bed so that he was sitting next to Kurt. Slowly he reached out and took Kurt's hand. "Do you want to tell me about her?" That was an innocent enough question, right? It gave Kurt the opportunity to back out if he wanted to, but it also gave him the chance to talk about it and confide in someone.

Kurt looked up at David and smiled slightly. He squeezed Dave's hand and looked up at the ceiling, apparently thinking if this was the right thing to do or not. Finally he smiled and looked over at Dave again. "Her name was Angelia. I guess I get my love for Broadway and the stage from her because she was in love with musicals. Her favourite was The Producers. It's how I got Elizabeth as my middle name..." Kurt chuckled.

"Isn't Kurt from a musical too? Uh... Sound of Music?" Dave asked suddenly. Kurt's eyebrows shot up in surprise. There was no way in hell that David Karofsky liked the Sound of Music. "Uh... my grandmother loves Sound of Music and forced me to watch it with her," Dave explained quickly.

"Right," Kurt chuckled. He nodded with a sceptical look on his face and turned away, smiling.

"No! Really, it's true! Why would I watch Sound of Music!" Dave said loudly, blushing and turning away.

"Okay. I believe you," Kurt said with a smirk. The smirk faded quickly, his mind going back to his mother. "We had gone to see The Producers in the cinema. They had been doing a 35 year anniversary showing of the first movie. You know, the one with Gene Wilder. Not the one with Nathan Lane. Anyways. We were going home, and it started to rain. We were sitting at a stop light when a driver took the turn too wide and too fast..." Kurt paused and wiped at his eyes. "My mom threw herself in front of me to try and save me."

At this point, Kurt was crying. Dave frowned and pulled Kurt close to him in an awkward hug. David wasn't use to this kind of thing. He didn't comfort people. It just wasn't him. He sat there with his arm around Kurt, his hand gripping the smaller boy's. Kurt had his head on Dave's shoulder, his eyes closed, crying silently. "Kurt?" Dave whispered to the younger boy, turning to look at him. "You're not alone, you know... my mom died when I was four," Dave explained.

Sniffing slightly, Kurt sat up and looked at David. This was the first time he had heard anything about David's mother. Usually when you lived in a small town like Lima, Ohio, you knew everything about every one. Almost everyone knew that Kurt's mother was dead, even if they didn't know the details. "David... I'm so sorry. What happened?" Kurt asked, wiping his eyes.

Dave shrugged slightly. He hadn't told anyone but Azimio about his mother's death, and even then he hadn't really going into details. He had just mentioned it in passing. "It's okay, it happened so long ago," Dave said, shrugging again. He let go of Kurt's hand, but kept his arm around him. Dave sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I was four. She had been sick for a while. She had been doing better though. She was even released from the hospital before her death. Of course, the doctors... They all said that we had six months from the day she was released. Not even six days after she was released she started to bleed out. There was nothing they could do..." Dave whispered quietly. He clenched his hand into a fist, the sure-tell sign that he was trying not to cry. "I didn't understand it at the time. Why wasn't my mom coming back? What had happened... I don't think it all sunk in until I was six. My mom wasn't coming home," Dave said simply.

The bigger boy sighed and ran his hand through his hair again, only this time it was shaking. Dave was trying so hard not to cry at that point. Kurt could see it on his face. Hesitantly, the smaller boy reached out and took Dave's hand, not sure if this was the right thing to do in order to comfort him. "Thank you for telling me. I'm so sorry Dave. I know how hard it can be to lose a parent," Kurt said softly. This was new to him, comforting someone like Karofsky. It was awkward.

Dave shrugged again. "I've never told anyone about it before. Never really trusted them to understand, you know? I guess you're just special Hummel," Dave said with a smirk. This was his defence. If he got too close to crying or too close to anyone seeing the real him, he shut down. He went back to being the ass that he normally was.

Kurt smiled slightly and squeezed Dave's hand. "Still, thank you," Kurt said. "It means a lot to me. And I know that you're this big tough guy Dave, but it's okay to cry. I promise I won't tell anyone," Kurt joked.

Dave let out a chuckle and shrugged, wiping at his eyes. "It doesn't matter," he said simply. "That was thirteen years ago. Best no to dwell on the past, or whatever," Dave said shrugging and pulling away from Kurt. His arm dropped to the bed and Dave just stared at the wall for a minute. "So, um…what are you going to do today?"

Kurt smiled and looked at the clock. It was only 9 on a Saturday morning. There was a load of possibilities out there. That's when he remember that he promised Blaine that he would meet with him at the Lima Bean to discuss their plans for prom. "I have a date with Blaine this afternoon, but this morning I'm all yours," Kurt said happily.

Dave sat silently for a minute clearly debating what to say. Finally Dave spoke, his voice barely audible. "I don't want you to date him."

The smaller of the two was very clearly taken aback. His brows furrowed and he turned to look at Dave. "Why?" he demanded.

"Because I want you. I don't want to share you…" Dave replied quietly.

"You're not real, Dave! It's not normal for me to make out with ghosts or Non-Livings or whatever the hell you are. I have a wonderful, real, living boy who wants me. Why can't I have that?" Kurt asked, anger swelling in him.

"Because I love you!" Dave yelled at Kurt. He turned away and hid his face. He felt so embarrassed by ever admitting something like that.

Kurt sighed and stared at the side of David's face. "I can't love you. I do, but I can't. You're dead. If... If I kept loving you and only you... people will think I'm insane. I need a real person in my life," Kurt stated.

"Why?"

Kurt just stared at Dave with a look that screamed 'you've got to be kidding.' He sighed and smiled slightly. "You can't offer me what Blaine does. I can't walk down the hallway holding your hand. You and I can't go to Breadstix and have dinner together. We'll never be able to get married or have a family together! He can offer me that!"

"But I can off you so much more..." Dave whispered. "I will never hurt you, or leave you Kurt. You're what ties me to this world..." Dave explained. "If you don't want me... then I have nothing. I need you Kurt."

Dave sounded completely hurt. He was probably laying his whole heart out on the line for the first time in his life. It was hard to imagine what it was like to have to keep it all bottled up until this moment. What was even worse was that Dave had probably never told anyone before he killed himself. He looked like someone had kicked him. "I need you too Dave, but if you really love me, you'd let me go. You'd let me love Blaine. 'm never letting you go, but I need him too," Kurt whispered. He shifted so that he was kneeling and looking at the side of David's face. "You are my rock, and... I wish you were alive..." Kurt said, his voice breaking and looking like he was ready to cry again. "I wish you were alive, because I love you, but I can't! And it's not fair Dave! To love someone you can't have! It's not fair!" Kurt yelled at David, crying again.

Hearing Kurt's voice break, Dave turned to look at him. He reached out hesitantly and took Kurt's hand, bringing it up to his lips. "I'll wait for you Kurt. Until the end of time, I'll wait... And I Know it's not fair that you can't have me, but I'm going to wait for you. And I'm going to keep loving you, no matter what. Until you tell me you don't want me any more," Dave said softly. "Because I know. I know that feeling of loving someone you can't have. I know what it feels like to have your heart broken, and I'm never going to do that to you. Ever."

"Dave..." Kurt whispered.

"Yeah?" he asked, keeping his face turned away from Kurt.

Kurt smiled and cupped the side of Dave's face, forcing him to look at him. "Thank you," he whispered before leaning in and Kiss Dave lightly on the lips.

When Kurt pulled back, Dave was blushing.