Author's Note: I need your input, wonderful reviewers. Should I write out the scene of Kurt and Dave making love, or should I keep the serene environment of the story? It's your choice! Thanks for the wonderful response to the previous two chapters. I've always read Dave's mom being sort of bad, and I just wanted a sweet woman figure. Thanks so much to all of you! As always, I do not own Glee.

Dave was starting to wonder if it was a good thing that Kurt and his mom were getting together so well. Not because he was afraid that Kurt would get attached or that his mom would like him better. No, not at all. He was worried because he was almost positive they were planning something about him. Whenever he walked into the room they were suddenly quiet before changing to a completely irrelevant subject.

If he walked into the room and happened to catch his name and question it, Kurt would distract him with a few sweet kisses until he forgot about what he was worried about. Long story short, Dave was freaking out.

He walked into the kitchen to see Kurt and his mom hunched over the table, reading a cookbook and giggling. He caught his name once more and walked into the room, arms crossed over his chest.

"You're talking about me again." He spoke, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kurt looked up at him with a sweet smile as he walked towards him in that frilly little apron. "Oh Davie, you're being so silly." He giggled, leaning up to connect their lips.

Dave would have thought it to be awkward whenever he kissed Kurt in front of his mother. But Laura just beamed at them as if it was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen.

Dave sighed, wrapping his arms around Kurt's pale body as he leaned down to press a kiss to his hairline. "You smell like a candy store?" he questioned.

Kurt looked nervous for a quick moment before he shrugged his shoulders in confusion. "Must be my new body lotion." He smiled happily. "Or my lip gloss….maybe my shampoo?"

"I get it Kurt, you're a total girl."

Kurt huffed, crossing his arms over his chest but a smile still sat on his face. Dave reached out a hand to place on the side of Kurt's face. He couldn't believe he had once tried to torture Kurt and make every day of his life a living hell. He knew he wasn't the same guy he was this time last year. He'd accepted what he was, and in turn got someone as wonderful and amazing as Kurt.

"Dave? You're doing that creepy staring thing again."

Dave shook his head and let a smile spread across his face. "Sorry, I got lost in your eyes." He teased.

Kurt stared at him for a long moment, frowning before his lips quivered and he broke into hysterical laughter at the innuendo. "You're such a creep."

"Only for you babe."

Kurt smiled once he got Dave out of the house to go look for a moisturizer of his that he knew wasn't in stock for another week. He knew Dave would go to as many stores around the area that he could to try and find it for him. He grinned, turning back to Laura who was covered in flour, her own grin placed on her face.

Kurt knew it was probably mean to send Dave out on an errand on his 18th birthday, but he knew that the older boy would appreciate it when he returned. Laura had informed Kurt that David absolutely hated parties, so he decided to keep it a family ordeal, plus one. Even though both Paul and Laura insisted that he was family now. Laura wouldn't let it rest.

He couldn't help but feel at ease around the woman. He always tensed up around his friends' mothers because he always felt so uncomfortable and unwanted. He'd forgotten how to act around a mom so long ago. But with Laura it was just easy. And he found himself becoming good friends with his boyfriend's mom, which was always a good thing.

He was always so scared that when he got a boyfriend, his parents would hate him. Now he was practically living with the family and they constantly told him how much they adored him. Always telling him how grateful they were for making their little Davie so much more comfortable in his skin than he ever was.

Kurt couldn't help but feel proud of himself, and his heart fluttered every time he got a compliment like that. But it still made him miss his own family. He was upset that his father could so simply forget about his mother. And he felt like Burt was forgetting about him as well. He was always so happy with Carole and Finn. He knew that maybe he was jealous. But when he walked in numerous times to see his father had canceled their plans to go to a game with Finn, it hurt.

But at the Karofsky house he was included in everything. The Friday night dinners that his father had long forgotten about were now normal at Dave's house. Even if it was just pizza and they would sit in front of the television with some ridiculous rental movie, it was still so much fun. He felt included.

At his old home he had always felt so out of place and unwanted. He knew how much his father loved him, but he also knew that if Burt had a choice, he would wish Kurt straight. Paul and Laura seemed to think it was the greatest thing that he had individuality. They never tried to force him in a box like everyone else did.

And that's what scared him the most. He was so afraid that the people he'd come to know as family would be gone at the end of the summer. He realized he only had until September 18th until school started again. And he would be back at Dalton. Far away from his second family and his boyfriend. That's what hurt the most. With it being August 20th he knew his didn't have much time left. But for now he shook his head and walked into the kitchen. He had a plan for a four tier cake and it wasn't going to cook itself.

Dave trudged up the steps to his house 2 hours later empty handed and feeling rather guilty that he couldn't find that stupid face cream for Kurt. He hoped Kurt wouldn't be too upset. He opened the front door and heard the familiar sound of Friday night dinner starting and wondered why he couldn't smell pizza like her normally did when he entered the main hall.

"Kurt? Babe? I'm sorry, but I couldn't find the face cream!" he called out, pulling off his boots and jacket. He smiled as Kurt walked into the hall with a small grin.

"Oh, that's alright Dave. I still have some left."

Dave wondered why Kurt seemed okay with not having the cream. His boyfriend was normally a complete diva over this kind of stuff. And shouldn't he have at least felt guilty that he spent two hours searching for it on his birthday? Did Kurt even remember it was his birthday?

"Here, come have some pizza before it gets cold."

Dave took the offered hand and followed Kurt into the kitchen, only to stop in the doorway and stare as the three shouted surprise.

He looked around at the large cake. The happy birthday banner and streamers. The entire kitchen was decorated for his 18th birthday and he had his three favorite people in the room. A large smile broke out on his face. He looked at his mom. "You planned all of this?" he grinned.

She shook her head, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Nope. Kurt did." She beamed.

Dave turned to Kurt to stare at him in awe. "But the face cream?"

"Just a way to throw you off."

"And pretending not to remember my birthday?"

"Just an act."

Kurt smiled happily as Dave enveloped him in a large hug and kissed him breathless. He couldn't help but laugh as he wrapped his arms around him.

Dave grinned happily, holding the boy he loved in his arms. He looked around the room once more at his smiling parents, then back down into Kurt's face.

He realized right then and there that this is what he'd been missing for so long.

And he would never let it go.