Authors Note: You all seriously turn my heart to mush with all your sweet reviews! As you could tell in the last chapter, Dave and Kurt's relationship was blossoming, so this chapter is a little bit more of their advancement together that will eventually form the Kurtofsky romance. I apologize in advance for my horrible knowledge of cars. The only thing I really know is you put the key in the ignition and it turns on. Glee is not mine, only in my dreams.

"Dave, could you please just give me the flashlight already?"

"Hummel, I've already tried the whole 'Oh I'm a man so if I look under the hood I'll suddenly know what's wrong with the car.' It didn't work."

"For the love of Gucci you Neanderthal, give me the frigging flashlight or I swea- thank you." Kurt smiled happily as Dave put the flashlight in his thin hands. The jock had learned not to piss off Kurt, or you'd never hear the end of his rants. Kurt directed the flashlight under the hood of the car. The small object the only illumination in the dark.

The two had been on an all day trip out of Lima, a 'bonding experience' as Mr. Schue would call it. They started with lunch, some shopping, mindless wandering, dinner, and then headed home. Neither of them knew that the car would just stop in the middle of a deserted rode 15 miles from where they lived.

Kurt stepped back from the vehicle, looking at his greased up hands in disdain. "Your carburetor has a crack in it. And would it kill you to get an oil change?" He sighed. Dave stared at him for a moment in shock before he chuckled softly.

"How do you know that?"

"Hummel Tire and Lube. Ring a bell?"

"Oh!" Dave smiled, then looked back down at the car. "So, uh…what do we do?"

"We call a tow truck, get the car fixed. And you pay for me to get a manicure to get the grease out from under my nails." Dave smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

"Got it."

While Dave called the tow truck Kurt jumped up onto the hood of the truck, placing the flashlight next to him and watching it illuminate all the little particles in the air around him. He could hardly make out Dave a few feet away, but he could hear his voice. Soon the other male was jumping up onto the hood next to him. "Truck will be here in about an hour to an hour and a half."

Kurt groaned softly and pouted but nodded his head in agreement and it was silent until Dave shuffled a bit, causing him to hit the flashlight. It rolled down the hood and fell to its death, shattering on the hard gravel and causing the only light in the darkness to disappear.

"Oh my god Dave! Look what you did!"

"Jeez Hummel! Calm down, just sit on the hood, we'll be fine."

"No we won't! Fix it!"

"I can't Kurt! It shattered. And I can't even see my own hand in front of me to know how to fix it."

Kurt sighed softly. "I don't like this."

"Will you sto-" Dave turned towards Kurt's general direction. "Kurt, are you afraid of the dark?"

"Shut up."

"Boo!"

"David! I swear to Gaga I will castrate you if you don't stop!"

"…..Did you know you scream like a girl?"

"Karofsky."

"I just meant I know now what you meant by reaching that high F."

"Dave, I swear-"

"Jeez Kurt cal-OW! What did you scratch me with?"

"The fingernail I'm going to use to castrate you."

"Mooooo."

"Oh my God! There's a frigging cow! Dave we're going to get killed by a frigging psycho cow before we get home! They're going to find us on the hood of the car slaughtered by a vengeful cow because we take away their family members and kill them to eat in disgusting burgers!"

"Kurt, what the hell? Are you high or something?"

"Shut up Dave and protect me from the psycho cow."

"Kurt, stop fidgeting."

"I can't. I have to pee."

"Then go pee."

"There is no way I am going anywhere with psycho cow stalking us somewhere."

"Kurt, wake up. The tow truck is here."

Kurt mumbled incoherently and snuggled into David's arms even more. Dave smiled down at the smaller boy and shrugged his shoulders, taking the male in his arms and jumping down from the hood of the truck. He gave the tow worker his credit card and got into the passenger seat as the man hooked up his truck.

He looked down at the small boy in his arms. He couldn't believe all the little things he could learn about someone when you were forced together. Like how Kurt was afraid of the dark (and cows for some reason.) Or how when he was tired he just wanted to be held. He swallowed hard. No way was he falling for Kurt. He was Dave Karofsky. The toughest jock in McKinley. He did not go soft for one guy.

Kurt whimpered and latched onto Dave's shirt and he pulled the small boy closer.

Maybe for Kurt, he'd give up his tough guy role.

Kurt opened his eyes and the first thing he though was that there was a very large cat purring against him, and that very large cat had his arms around him. He slowly rolled over to see Dave in bed with him, snuggled close together and sleeping. He poked the boys shoulder until the jock opened his eyes.

"Huh?"

"Dave, can I ask why you're in my bed with me?" Kurt asked, raising a manicured eyebrow at the other male as he released him and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Well you fell asleep last night before the tow came. And when I tried to put you in bed you kinda…" he rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair. "And then you kind of begged me to stay."

Kurt turned a bright shade of red and looked down at his hands. He didn't remember much of last night, but he was starting to remember how he'd latched on to Dave and wouldn't let him go until he agreed to sleep with him. Kurt cursed his ivory skin because he knew he was probably an interesting shade of red by now. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"Nah, it's okay. Someone had to protect you from the psycho cow."

Kurt turned even redder, if that was possible.

"Oh just shut up Karofsky."

He could still hear the jock laughing as he made his way to the bathroom to try and was away his blush.