I am such a terrible procrastinator, I should totally be doing my math homework right now.

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When Kurt woke up he was cold. This was weird because he specifically remembered being oh-so-warm as he went to sleep. His arm groped around on the bed behind him and felt nothing so he cracked open his eyes and noticed it was still dark outside. He rolled over, fully intending to go back to sleep. His eyes began to close, only to flutter open once more when he heard a retching sound come from the direction of the bathroom.

Kurt stood immediately and silently shuffled to the kitchen, where he retrieved two pain killers and a glass of water. He made his way to the bathroom as his brain provided details of the previous night. It was not unusual, apparently, for him to wake up to people throwing up in his bathroom. He couldn't even count how many times Blaine had done it.

Distantly, he remembered that this time it was not Blaine and he hesitated for a moment before pushing open the slightly ajar bathroom door. "Dave?" He called, nudging the door open with a socked foot. Someone moaned in response and Kurt took that to mean he could enter.

Earlier:

Dave felt sick, he felt really sick. He pulled the warmth he was holding onto closer to him, hoping it would dispel the nausea he was feeling and make his pounding headache go away. As the sickness loomed closer, Dave realized that the warmth was Kurt and that the smaller man would not be happy with him if he was puked on.

Dave sat up, releasing his hold on Kurt and actively looking for the bathroom before he began to move, Kurt had been nice and forgiving but Dave was sure that that would end if he mistook the bathroom for a different room. He got up slowly, trying to fight off the disorientation that was making his nausea worse. His stomach clenched painfully and he made a dash for the bathroom door.

Present:

Kurt pushed the door open wider and entered the small bathroom. He saw the figure that was Dave hunched around the toilet. "Dave, how's it going?" He inched closer.

"I feel like I'm dying." Dave's hoarse reply was muffled by the arm his head was resting on.

Kurt couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the man's overdramatic response. "I brought you something, take these." He handed the painkillers and water to Dave. "And you should probably go eat something, too. It'll make you feel better, I promise." Kurt was trying really hard to feel bad for the obviously miserable man, but he couldn't help but remember why he never drank enough to feel it and he internally chided Dave for getting really drunk. "You don't have to work today, right?" Dave shook his head. "Good, you'll stay here for the day and hopefully feel better later." Kurt backed up toward the door when Dave groaned again. "I'm going to start breakfast, eggs and toast seem harmless enough." The last part was mostly to himself.

Dave stood up from the toilet, he was feeling a little better. "Kurt, it's like four thirty, just go back to bed, I think I'm fine now. I'll sleep on the couch." Dave would much rather climb back in bed with Kurt but he didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Um… well, you… you can just come back in my room… if… if you want." Kurt stuttered, hoping that it was dark enough that Dave couldn't see him blushing. "I-I mean, just in case… it is closer to the bathroom."

Dave cheered internally. This was awesome, incredible, amazing and every other single word that meant positive things that Dave couldn't think of right now. He felt a hundred times better than he had when he'd first woken up. "Thanks, Kurt." Dave smiled. "You wouldn't happen to have an extra toothbrush or some mouthwash or anything, would you?"

Kurt nodded toward the cabinet above the sink and left Dave to finish in the bathroom while he took the glass back to the kitchen.

Kurt didn't know why he was so eager to hop back into bed with Dave. He certainly wasn't ready for any intimacies with the man yet, but having that warmth with him had been very comforting, he wasn't ready to say goodbye to it. He put the glass in the sink, not wanting to bother with it right now, and headed back toward his room.

Kurt made the bed, not because it was terribly messy, but because he seriously needed something to do or he was going to over-think sleeping in the same bed as Dave. He looked down at himself and grimaced. He had never changed out of his clothes and they were definitely going to be wrinkled now. He pulled out a t-shirt and some loose pants before quickly shedding his clothes, piling them on the floor, he'd deal with those at a more reasonable hour.

He was in the middle of putting the pants on when Dave strolled in. He was turned away and didn't see him enter, but he heard a sharp intake of breath and turned around, yanking on the pants quickly. "Er, sorry." Dave muttered, averting his eyes. "I should have knocked."

"No, I should have warned you, the door was wide open." Kurt, in hopes of making the situation less awkward, got fully clothed and grabbed a pair of the pajamas Finn kept at Kurt's for when he stayed there. "Here." He handed the set to Dave, "These are Finn's. They should fit you better than any of my things would."

Dave left the room to change and came back to find Kurt already in the bed. Unsure of how to go about it, he bumbled awkwardly to the bed and had to crawl past Kurt to get to the side he'd slept on.

"Dave?" Kurt asked, when he felt the bigger man stop fidgeting.

"Yeah?" Dave's reply was slightly muffled.

"Goodnight." He smiled at the ceiling. This felt so right, somehow. Like this is where they were both supposed to be.

"Goodnight, Kurt." Dave closed his eyes, but he had one more thing to say before he went back to sleep. "Thanks." He whispered in the dark. "For everything." He didn't know if Kurt acknowledged him or knew what exactly Dave was thanking him for, but it didn't really matter, because Dave knew.

The next time Dave woke up he felt considerably less nauseous. He felt the warmth in his arms again and smiled, holding it closer. "Mmmm." He hummed into it and buried his face in the warmth's hair. Inhaling deeply, he remembered where he was, and who that was, and why he should probably back away before he freaked Kurt out. Kurt turned in his arms, facing Dave now, and cradled himself against Dave's broad chest. Dave was trying really hard not to just give in and let himself enjoy this, Kurt hadn't really been specific about where they stood and while Dave was perfectly ready for a commitment with him, he wasn't sure Kurt was. Kurt's face buried itself in Dave's neck and Dave shut his eyes tightly at the feeling of hot breath on his skin.

His eyes shot open again when he felt Kurt's tongue. He was sure the man was still sleeping. He had no idea how he was supposed to react to this but Kurt was so not making it easy for him. He accidentally let out a moan when he felt lips accompany the tongue. Kurt was kissing his neck. In his sleep. And Dave had no idea what he was supposed to do about it. He wasn't sure if this was even considered taking advantage of him if Kurt was technically the one making moves. The set of lips trailed upward and Dave's eyes clenched shut again, his head involuntarily leaning down to guide those lips toward his own. And when they did meet, Dave was not going to miss a second of it. He opened his eyes, thoroughly surprised to see Kurt's staring back at him.

"Hi," Kurt smiled into his mouth. Oh. He hadn't been sleeping. Yeah, they definitely needed to talk about this. Dave had no idea where they stood, even though it seemed pretty damn clear to Kurt. Dave must have conveyed that on his face, because Kurt completely misunderstood and his body stiffened in Dave's arms. "I-I I'm sorry." He scrambled out of the bed before Dave could get over his shock enough to fix it.

Dave frowned. Kurt had left. This was not okay. They needed to talk about this, which they could not do if Kurt was not here. Dave rolled onto his feet and made his way down the hall, he'd heard muttering come from the kitchen.

Kurt felt like an idiot. Of course Dave would be confused, he'd practically molested him in bed. He didn't know how he'd gotten the signals mixed, he'd been sure Dave wanted it, especially when he'd woken up in his arms. He thought he'd made it clear what he wanted when he'd told him he could come back to bed, when he'd kissed him goodnight, when they'd cuddled on the couch and watched movies all last week. Suddenly, Kurt thought of his step-brother, something he used to tell him all the time. "Not everyone speaks girl, Kurt," he said it to himself. Kurt had done it again, gone and assumed that Dave understood. He felt so stupid. "What an idiot," he muttered, leaning over the kitchen sink.

Kurt felt arms wrap around his waist. A chin leaned on his shoulder and lips whispered in his ear, "Yeah, I am being one, but we'll fix it, okay? Come talk to me, Kurt." The arms retracted a little bit, leaving one at the small of his back, guiding him out of the kitchen to the couch.

"I wasn't talking about you." Kurt mumbled, mostly to himself, but he heard Dave chuckle anyway.

"So you wanna tell me why you took off just now?" Dave grabbed Kurt's chin when they sat on the couch. He didn't want him to look away anymore.

"I was... and you... but... wait, I'm confused. I thought I freaked you out so I left." Kurt looked genuinely baffled and Dave thought it was adorable.

"You kind of did, but not the way you think you did. I was alarmed that you'd been so forward, of course, but mostly because I haven't been sure of what we are. Something you seem quite familiar with, care to fill me in?" Dave searched Kurt's eyes for understanding, the same way he had all those years ago. Those expressive eyes conveyed so much more this time. Dave wanted so badly for the emotions he saw to be directed at him.

"I thought we were," Kurt paused. "Together." The last word came out breathily, like he was sure Dave didn't want it.

"Only if you want to be, Kurt." Kurt nodded and Dave thought his heart would burst. "Then I'd certainly be okay with that."

Dave swooped in and captured his lips in a kiss again. It said all the things they couldn't say out loud. The kiss was comfort and love, even if they weren't ready to admit it out loud. Dave moved his tongue across Kurt's lips, delighted when they parted for him. This was really happening and he couldn't be more thrilled. He gripped Kurt around the waist and pulled him closer, amazed when Kurt's arms wound their way around his neck. They stayed like that for a while, breaking apart when air became absolutely neccessary. Dave touched his forehead to Kurt's and whispered. "Next time, things would progress a lot easier if you just told me what you wanted."

Kurt laughed and pulled back. "Sure. Breakfast?" He tapped Dave's nose and flitted into the kitchen.

I don't know if I like this chapter but here it is anyway. I got distracted by Tumblr and Shrek halfway through, oops! But I finished it, finally.

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