Their lips pressed urgently together as Dave released Kurt's hands and put his own gently but firmly behind the boy's head. Opening his mouth and slanting it sideways, Kurt very quickly and very passionately deepened the kiss, using his freed hands to grope underneath Dave's letterman jacket, along his back.

They continued kissing each other fiercely as both of them, but especially Dave, struggled audibly for breath. Within a matter of moments the embrace had both boys visibly and viscerally erect, each one pressing and grinding their aching hips towards the gorgeous pressure of the other's hard form.

At his body's command, Kurt soon hitched one of legs up onto Dave's hip, to make their mutual aim more attainable. Yet soon enough, that was also not enough, and Dave moved his hands from the back of Kurt's head swiftly down to the curve of his backside. Lifting steadily, yet firmly, Kurt was able to balance against the lockers and pull his other leg off the ground, locking them both around Dave's urgently seeking hips.

As they efficiently snapped this delightful new position into place both boys felt simultaneously less and more satiated. They had gotten what they wanted, and it made each of them want more. Bringing his hands up along the front of Dave's chest, Kurt slipped them under his jacket collar, on either side of his wide neck, pushing the garment down incrementally. Dave took the hint, temporarily splaying his right arm, so Kurt could pull the jacket off it, then switching to do the same with the left.

Kurt let the coat fall to the floor, where it made a soft thuft sound. As he continued to kiss the boy who seemed to want to taste every cell of his body, Kurt very absently thought about Blaine and the larger situation which had lead to this totally unforeseen interlude. Technically Kurt knew he was cheating on his boyfriend, and although he felt absolutely no emotional guilt about it, it twinged a bit at his rational brain. In fact, the fact that it did not bother him was actually the thing that was causing him the most emotional discomfort.

It also worried Kurt slightly that his suicide intervention had ended up here of all places. Although he knew there were far worse ways it could have ended up – with Dave dead for instance – Kurt had no idea where he was going to go with this once he and Dave eventually broke apart, which was inevitable. Though when that might happen was another matter entirely. At the moment the other boy seemed to be clinging onto him for dear life, perhaps quite literally. A person does not call a stop to something like that because of devotion to some abstract ideal of faithfulness…at least, not a person like him.

However, comforting as that conclusion was, it also was not to hold, for only a few seconds later the phone in Kurt's back pocket started vibrating and trilling a text notification. The shock of the noise broke the fragile erotic spell and the two boys instantly broke apart as if they had been inadvertently walked in on. Avoiding Dave's gaze as the other boy backed up, and sat himself down again on the bench, Kurt awkwardly removed the device from his jeans and looked at the caller ID.

"Kurt H." had apparently sent him a text.

Kurt opened the message.

"Sorry 4 text, but I'm going crazy out here. Are u 2 ok?"

"Sorry, Blaine wants to make sure we're both okay," Kurt explained breathlessly to the other boy in the room, flashing the screen towards him momentarily, and still not looking him straight in the eye.

Out of the corner of it, he saw Dave nod absently, as he typed a quick, generic response.

"Yeah, all fine 4 now. Think it'll be ok. Will know soon & let u know."

When Kurt pressed the send button, he announced to Dave nervously, "I told him everything was fine and that I thought it was all going to be okay."

Once again Dave just gave an absent nod, clearly also avoiding eye contact and looking faintly embarrassed. Not knowing exactly what to say or do, yet knowing he needed to assure Dave that he did not regret their tryst, Kurt moved to sit down next to him. The other boy had his hands folded in his lap and his head hung, as if he were a scolded child. As he sat down, Kurt made sure a significant amount of their bodies were touching, so Dave did not think he wanted to at all avoid contact between them. With his head facing forward and his eyes skewed toward his companion, the right words suddenly, mercifully, came to him.

"I meant what I said you know. I do think the world is a lot better with you in it. And my world certainly is."

"Why do you like me?" Dave asked, after a brief moment of silence. His tone was not desperate or pleading, but curious, and his question was not, Kurt knew, about him specifically. What Dave actually wanted to know was: What is likeable about me? However, Kurt still chose to answer the question in the first person, just because it felt more natural.

"I like you because you have a good heart, even if you don't always show it. I like you because you are someone who can admit they were wrong. There aren't nearly enough people in world brave enough to do that. I like you because you like football and dancing. I like you because you aren't any of the stereotypes you could be. I like you because you are sensitive and sweet…even if you only are those things when I'm around."

"In fact," Kurt went on after a small pause, "I think that might be what I like most about you – even when you're trying, you can't hide yourself from me."

As Kurt said this, he bent down on his knees, from the bench to the floor, and started gathering up the splayed white pills that littered the area. He waited while he diligently worked for some kind of protest from the other boy but it mercifully did not come. From behind him, Dave remained utterly still and silent.

Continuing his musings Kurt said, after another long moment, "I bring out the best in you and, call me selfish but I really like that. I like being around you because when I see you transform into the good person you really are, just because I'm there, well, that makes me feel good about me."

This statement hung in the air for a brief moment, before Kurt heard the shuffle of the other boy getting to his knees. Looking over at his companion, Kurt froze and watched him pick up a pill, and then slowly hand it over to him. Putting out his palm, Dave dropped the deadly chemical concoction into the small pile already amassed there.

Kurt stared at Dave and Dave finally made eye contact with him once again. And it was only then that Kurt saw the silent tears trickling down the other boys face. But they were not tears of sadness, from what he could see; from the expression in Dave's eyes they were nothing if not tears of gratitude. Feeling immensely heartened by this, Kurt spoke again.

"You make me feel worthwhile, Dave. You make me feel really good about who I am. And that's definitely not the only reason your life is worth preserving, but it's one in a great many."

The boys traded awkward smiles, and then swiftly returned to their work. All of a sudden it seemed of great importance to both of them to be rid of these reminders of Dave's could-have-been demise.

~NOT the end~