Author's Note: Sorry this is a bit late, I got distracted making a little one shot and posting it. Thank you so much for the reviews on the previous chapter! I'm so happy you guys felt the way that you did reading it! Although I really apologize for the tears, that was completely unintentional! Thanks so much to everyone! As always, since the beginning, I do not own Glee.

"What the hell do you mean you just forgot! How can you possibly forget about her?" Kurt screams into the phone.

Dave was just heading outside for a morning jog when he found Kurt pacing back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the house. The small soprano was an angry shade of red and he had that panicked look in his eyes as if he was about to cry but was holding it in. He dodged behind his truck before Kurt could see him, feeling a little bad for eavesdropping.

"No, Dad! You listen to me! Mom's been dead for nine years! Nine fucking years!" He huffs, rubbing his arms from the chill of the August mornings. "And while you're out having your sweet fun with your new wife, I'm here crying in front of my grave with David!"

Dave flinches at his name and he suddenly wonders if Kurt was angry at him for following along after all. Like maybe it was just something that Kurt and his dad were supposed to do together and he barged in on it. He wished Kurt would have just told him if he felt that way.

"Yes David went with me! How would you feel alone! God dad! If Dave wasn't there I don't know what the hell I would have done! I felt so frigging alone until he found me!"

Dave feels himself grinning at the words, but soon wipes it off when he realizes just how devastated Kurt is over this entire thing.

"How can you say that? She was my mom! No matter what you say I'm not just going to let go! You may have a new wife and be happy with it! But Carole will never be my mom! No matter how nice she is, she's never going to replace her, Dad!" he screams.

Dave can see the tears now, leaving those blue green eyes like silent rivers.

"Yeah, you go ahead dad. Your wife is calling you." Kurt snaps before shutting the phone.

Dave can see the small stature shaking in front of him. He can't tell if it's from the cold or the tears, but he steps out from the truck, pulling his letterman jacket over Kurt's pale arms and pulling him close.

Kurt looks up at him, sniffling as he wipes away his tears. "Sorry. It seems like you're the one who always has to put me back together." He sighed.

Dave just shakes his head, pulling Kurt close in his arms. After all the years of torment he gave this poor boy, he deserves to get as much respect and help from him as he can. And Dave loves Kurt, and he'd do anything for him. So really, what is this?

"Kurt, I'm going to be here for you, alright. I promised." He whispers, rubbing those same circles on Kurt's back that always calm the small boy down. The soprano nods his head slowly before looking up at Dave with a smile.

"For a Neanderthal, you're a really good boyfriend." He teases.

Dave just smiles, leaning down and giving Kurt a soft kiss on the lips.

Dave heard the familiar jingle of keys in the door before he had a chance to stop it, his mother, Laura, was walking through the door with a large smile on her face. "David!" she cried, pulling her boy into a tight hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Kurt watched from the couch at the short brunette woman. She had the same brown hair as Dave that hung down her back in long curls. Her eyes were a shocking dark chocolate brown and she had a smile that could blind you. Kurt tried not to feel the ache in his chest as he watched the exchange between the Karofsky family.

He felt so out of place, as if he were infiltrating on a family moment that he could never have with his own mom. He guessed his emotions were so raw because he just got done crying his eyes out to Dave over his father forgetting his mom.

"Is this Kurt?" he suddenly heard in a feminine voice that seemed so out of place in the house full of men. He smiled, standing up and holding out his hand to shake the short woman's.

He was surprised when the woman enveloped him in a large hug and a huge smile. Kurt bit his lip and hugged her back gingerly. "Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel." He spoke softly.

Laura pulled away, placing a hand on either of Kurt's shoulders. "Oh David, he's so handsome! You're explanation does not do him justice!" She exclaimed and Kurt could feel himself turning pink.

"Mom, please stop embarrassing me." Dave grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

Kurt smiled as he backed out of the room, giving the family time to reconcile together without being a fourth wheel.

Laura turned to him, pulling him right back into the living room. "And where do you think you're going young man?" she asked, a hand on her hip and Kurt stuttered through a few words.

"Well, I was…our room...and uh..."

"Oh nonsense sweetie. You're family! Now how about you come and help me cook dinner and tell me all about how you turned my Davie into such a sweet boy."

Kurt swallowed hard as Laura called him family, and Dave was sure the boy was about to start crying until a large smile took over his features and he nodded, following Laura like a puppy into the kitchen.

Dave walked in about an hour later to see his mother and his boyfriend in the kitchen wearing matching aprons and talking about some sort of actor whose ass was apparently 'so squeezable'."

He couldn't help but watch with a smile from the doorframe. He hadn't seen Kurt smile like that in quite some time, and to have his own mom put that smile on his boyfriends face was enough to make his heart go into overtime. He was so afraid of his mom meeting Kurt for the first time after he came out as being gay.

He definitely did not expect them to get along so well, and he was beyond ecstatic about it.

He walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, placing his head on his shoulder. "What are you two cooking?" he asked, kissing Kurt on the cheek.

Kurt absolutely beamed when Dave kissed him and he smiled happily. "We're making lasagna. Laura says it's your favorite."

"Yeah it is." He grinned.

His mom turned towards him and smiled happily up at her son. "You've chosen a wonderful boy David, you treat him great, got that?" she spoke, both her hands on her hips in such a Kurt like fashion that he had to smile.

"Of course, mom." He laughed, nuzzling into Kurt's neck a little more.

Dave couldn't believe how absolutely perfect his life was.