Author's Note: A somewhat but not really on the edge of smutty update for you wonderful readers! On another note;I'm so happy that people really understand the extent of David's bipolar disorder. It was one of the main inspirations for the fic and I'm glad people really saw it. This chapter does happen to be all fluff. But don't worry, the angst will return. Heeheehee. I don't own Glee.

Kurt started to wonder how many times he was going to wake up in the arms of Dave Karofsky. Not that he minded, of course. Now that he had learned that Dave was not, in fact, a large cat. Or a grizzly bear. Kurt furrowed his brow. What the hell was he thinking? That's when he started to notice that his ankle was really throbbing, so was his head. Actually, his entire body just plain hurt.

"Morning." Dave grumbled softly as he rolled away from Kurt so he wasn't holding the other boy down. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck." He grumbled.

"Try a tree."

"What?"

"You don't remember?"

Kurt's left eyebrow twitched, as if he was controlling the gesture and he shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

Dave couldn't help but let out a loud, low laugh before Kurt affixed him with a glare. "Sorry, sorry." Dave laughed, wiping away a few tears.

"What is possibly so funny that you have to rudely laugh in my face?"

"Dude. You sledded on the hill for my little cousin and smacked into a tree. You sprained your ankle and got seriously beat up." He laughed.

Kurt turned furiously red as he tried to recall what had happened. Realization slowly dawned on him as he remembered having a breakdown in Dave's arms. "Oh sweet McQueen." He whispered, covering his face in his hands.

"You know what else you did?" Dave asked, figuring out the other male had recalled his big gay freak-out. As he liked to call it.

"Do I want to?"

"You asked me to be your boyfriend."

Kurt gaped at him, mouth falling open and he quickly regained himself.

"Well, actually. You told me I was a good boyfriend. Same thing though." Dave chuckled again, rubbing at his chin. "And then you passed out on me."

Kurt turned red and buried his face in his hands. "Oh for the love of shopping! What else? Did I give you my virginity?"

Dave stared at him for a moment. "Uhh, no. You're a virgin?"

"Shut up Dave, just shut up."

"So…..?"

"Fine."

"Fine what?"

"I'll be your boyfriend."

Dave couldn't help but smirk, raising an eyebrow. "If I do so recall, you're the one who called me your boyfriend first."

"Yes, but I was so doped up on pain meds that it possibly couldn't have counted."

"Right."

"And besides, you're the one who totally stared at my ass first."

Dave guffawed, watching as Kurt flounced off to the bathroom as best as he could with a sprained ankle.

Dave couldn't help but grin at his boyfriend (Damn, he loved saying that), as he pouted in the kitched seat.

"C'mon Kurt. Pouting doesn't look good on you."

He laughed, watching Kurt raised a slim middle finger at him and continued his pouting.

"I'm not eating this." He spoke.

"C'mon Kurt, it's just steak."

"And do you know where steak comes from, David?"

Dave stared at him for a moment. "But I thought you didn't like cows?"

"Just because I'm not that fond of the fact that they want to go all psycho on my ass does not in any way mean I want to eat their poor babies!"

"That's veal, actually."

"You're an animal!"

"Actually, the piece of meat on your dish is an animal."

"I hate you."

"So I've heard."

"No, I really, really hate you."

Kurt tried unbelievably hard to mask his growling stomach from Dave. The two of them sat in the den on the couch watching 'Fight Club' after Dave had practically begged him. He had to admit that the sweaty guys were actually pretty hot. And the way Dave was massaging his ankle was enough to make him want to stay there forever.

Except for his stupid growling stomach.

He wished he had just eaten when Dave told him to instead of refusing to eat anything else that cow murderer offered to make him. And now he was lying on the couch, sure that he was going to starve to death if he didn't eat something soon. He then remembered Dave talking about how adorable he was when he was needy and an idea rushed into his mind.

Kurt sat up slowly, scotching forward until he was practically sitting on Dave's lap. He lay his head on the jock's shoulder, nuzzling his neck as he ran a hand down the males chest. He started to think that maybe he could cook for himself, but standing on this ankle was just torture.

"Hey Davie?" he asked sweetly and innocently.

David glanced over at Kurt, swallowing as he looked down into large and innocent blue green eyes. He felt a hand stroking his thigh and had to focus on not attacking the small boy right then and there.

"Y-yes Kurt?" he asked his voice a lot more hoarse than he wished.

"Can we go make a pizza in the kitchen? I'm starving."

Dave didn't even mind the fact that Kurt now wanted him to make him food at one in the morning. The stroking of his thigh and the way Kurt said starving sounded so positively erotic from that innocent face that he just couldn't say no.

"Yes, of course." He answered quickly, lifting the tiny boy in his strong arms and walked them both to the kitchen, flicking on the light quickly as he placed Kurt on the counter.

Kurt grinned on his spot from the kitchen; sure it was probably foul play. But he was hungry and he would be sure to reward Dave later.

He got out the flour from where he was sitting and decided that it would be much more fun to play while they were making the pizza rather than just sit and watch. He took a handful of flour in his small palm and smiled. "Davie?"

Dave's ears perked up that of which a puppy would as he turned around, unable to get the words out of his lips as he was struck in the face with a handful of flour.

So Kurt wanted to play dirty?

Dave grinned, grabbing a handful of the flour and plopping it on Kurt's head. He knew the small boy couldn't get far with his hurt ankle and he was going to take advantage of it. Kurt though, came out of nowhere and smeared a glob of sauce across Dave's face.

Dave in turn grabbed some cheese, throwing it in the other males face as they both laughed at each other.

Thirty minutes later they were both eating their slices happily while looking very similar to the food they were putting in their mouths. Kurt smirked at Dave as he finished off his last slice. Dave looked at him strangely. "What's the creeper stare for?" he asked.

Kurt just grinned and stood up, slowly walking over to Dave before leaning down and licking a blob of sauce off of Dave's cheek. "You had a little something." He smirked.

Dave lost his self-control and soon had the boy pinned to the cabinets, Kurt strong dancers legs wrapped around his waist as he devoured the smaller boys lips and neck. Kissing every piece of pale skin that he could come across.

Kurt dipped his hand down below Dave's sweat pants, grasping his already hard dick in his smooth hand as he slowly started to pump his fist. Dave let out a strangled moan as he reached his hand into Kurt's own pants, matching his movements to the smaller boys.

He slid his thumb across the tip, smearing pre-cum on the head of Kurt's member and causing the smaller boy to moan out his name in the most beautiful way he'd ever heard. A few minutes later Kurt had to bite down on Dave's shoulder to keep from screaming out as he came.

Dave saw stars soon after and they both slumped back, Dave supporting most of Kurt's weight as they rocked through the last of their orgasms.

Kurt had a small frown on his face as he looked up at the jock. "What's wrong babe?" Dave asked, suddenly worried that maybe they had gone too far and Kurt was having second thoughts.

"That ended way too soon." The small boy pouted and Dave laughed, sucking a mark on Kurt's neck.

"Don't worry, we still have to shower off, don't we?" he smirked.

Kurt's eyes lit up and he couldn't get them to the shower fast enough.