Well, uh, *coughs* so, um, hi. That was, erm, a really really long time to be gone. Truthfully my life had a rather large shit storm occuring in it, so many many things. Anyway though I'm back and this is short but I will be updating faster now I promise.

My problem right now is I have all these oneshot ideas and no story ideas but, well, I'll be posting a little bit of both now.

Enjoy, hopefully, it gets a wee bit angsty in there but it felt right.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Kurt come back." Dave whined. He stood up from the couch and followed Kurt into the kitchen. "Breakfast can wait. I want to do this," he wound his arms around Kurt's waist, "more first."

Kurt turned in Dave's arms so that he was facing him. "I'm starving so there's no way you can't be. Especially after this morning."

"Don't care." Dave mumbled into Kurt's neck. "Couch. Now. Cuddle, kiss, anything. Just want to hold you for a while longer."

"Okay, you win." Kurt relented, "We'll go back to the couch." He decided he had no real reason to object, as he didn't feel like cooking anyway.

"Yay." Dave's muffled reply hadn't moved from Kurt's neck and he didn't release his hold as he walked them back into the living room. "You smell awesome."

Kurt laughed, being pulled down onto Dave's lap once they made it to the couch. "So I've heard."

"Hmm?" Dave lifted his face and quirked his eyebrow at Kurt.

"You told me that last night when you were being drunk."

Dave laughed. "Well at least I am a fun drunk. Azimio gets horribly depressing and insightful, talks about space and how we're 'all just blips in time' and eventually 'we'll be gone, too, and no one will remember us' and 'fuck, man, are you going to die first because you can't, man, you just can't'," Dave made quotation marks around Azimio's words, imitating the man's drunken slur, "I didn't do anything embarrassing though, right?"

"Yeah, okay we'll go with that." Kurt leaned back against Dave's chest. Dave made a face at him and he laughed, "Maybe if you're good I'll tell you what happened. It wasn't too bad. Probably." Kurt winked at him before snickering a little.

"Mmm," Dave hummed into Kurt's neck. "I'm sure it wasn't, after all anything that ended me up in bed with you is most definitely not 'too bad'."

Kurt laughed a little before sighing contently.

After a few moments of listening to Dave breathe against his neck and feeling the rise and fall of the broad man's chest, Kurt was beginning to doze off. His eyelids began to droop, but fluttered open quickly at the sound of a whispered secret, "You've been my drive. For so long. You weren't even consciously in my life for the last few years but it's always been you. You made me work so hard. Try to be someone my folks could be proud of. I never told them, you know? I didn't get the chance to."

Kurt heard him sniffle and waited a moment to see if he would continue before he asked, "What happened to them?"

Dave was silent again, so Kurt added, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Dave, if it's too hard, you don't have to talk about it."

"No, it's okay. I just- you lost your mom, didn't you?" Dave shifted his arm up from around Kurt to wipe at his eyes while Kurt answered.

"Yeah, I did, when I was eight. She died of leukemia. It was hard for a long time."

Dave didn't answer for a minute. "My parents were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a really bad accident just off the highway. My dad - he was dead before they even got to the hospital. My mom though, she fought it, she fought for three days while they operated, tried to stitch her together, it was the longest three days of my life.

"I almost wish she'd died instantly, you know? Like he did, lucky bastard. She was in so much pain and you could tell, too, she didn't want me to see how much it hurt but I could feel it. She couldn't even talk. I remember when the doctor came out and told me. He said something like, 'We did everything we could, but I'm sorry, we lost her.' Lost her, like she was fucking missing. She's not missing, she can't be found, she's dead. Dead." Dave was outwardly crying now, burying his head into the side of Kurt's neck.

Kurt took one of the man's big hands and laced his fingers with his own. He brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed his knuckles before pulling them away slightly, to whisper against his skin, "I'm sorry, Dave. I know you probably don't like hearing that either, I didn't. I hated hearing people tell me they were sorry, but I am, that sounds awful - that is awful - watching her suffer. I know how that feels, too. It never got easier, but I at least had my dad. It must have been hard not to have anyone."

"I had Az." Dave mused, "He was at the hospital with me every day. My family was his family, too, though. My mom used to call him 'Azzy-dear' when she wanted something," Dave smiled, "He always acted like he hated the name but I know it made him feel like he was part of the family, and he was. He took their deaths just as hard as I did. Through all that though, he was there for me, we had each other and it made it easier."

"How—," Kurt paused, unsure if he should continue, "How long ago was it?"

"A year and a half after graduation, sophomore year of college," Dave laughed, "It's probably no coincidence that it was around the same time that I came out to Az. I guess at the time I figured it would be easier to lose everyone at once than to heal a little and then lose him, too. I do regret not telling them about me, but I like to think they'd get over it, and well, even if they wouldn't have," Dave gave a bitter laugh, "It's not like it would matter now."

"I think they would have loved you no matter what," Kurt assured him, "You're a pretty amazing guy, Dave."

Dave snorted, "You're just saying that so I'll stop crying all over your shirt."

Kurt clicked his tongue and was about to retort when Dave kissed his neck, to show that he was kidding.

Kurt turned around in the man's arms, leaning down to kiss him while he shifted up on his knees, placing one on either side of Dave's thighs. "I really do think so, you know," he said when they broke for air, "That you're great, I mean." He brought his hands to rest on the arm of the couch on either side of Dave's head and pushed until he was far enough apart to have eye contact with Dave.

"Thanks, Kurt, it means a lot." Dave slid his arms around Kurt's waist, tugging a little. Kurt dropped his arms and slid onto his side, climbing off Dave so he could curl next to him.

"Are you tired? I can get a blanket or something if you want to go back to sleep." Kurt dropped his head onto Dave's chest.

"No, shh, just cuddle. Don't go anywhere." Dave's arms tightened around him. "This is fine, perfect, even," he added.

"I'm glad I came back," Kurt whispered, tilting his head up so he could see Dave's face.

"I'm glad you did, too." Dave smiled.

Well there's that and I PROMISE, promise, promise that the next part will be out by tomorrow. No more of this not updating stuff. I'm going to a festival later today but I WILL update, I WILL.

Reviews/Comments/Critiques welcome!

Also, if you have an idea you'd like to see as part of this story or as a one shot PM me, I'm always looking for new prompts that intrigue me.

And again I'm super sorry for the wait.

EDIT: Also I'm going in and editing other chapters for continuity since it's been so long... I haven't touched this in a while and I keep doing things that bug me.