Author's Note: I can't believe my one shot has turned into an almost 20 chapter fic! You reviewers/readers are amazing! The smut is going to stay very vague as to not throw off the entire flow of the story. There will probably be one chapter after this one. Thanks to everyone for sticking through this with me! And thanks to you wonderful reviewers and your great advice. The song is "Right Kind Of Wrong" by LeAnn Rimes. As always, I don't own Glee.

Dave watched as Kurt started putting away different items from his party that ended a few minutes ago. Laura and Paul had finally decided that 2:30am was time for them to go to bed. And every time Dave tried to stand up and help Kurt shot him a death glare and reminded him that it was his birthday and he shouldn't have to clean up for it.

Dave tried, but that glare scared the shit out of him. So he sat in silence as he listened to Kurt's voice singing along to some song he was sure he'd heard before.

"Know all about, about your reputation. And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation. But I can't help it if I'm helpless every time that I'm where you are…"

Dave frowned slightly at the lyrics but it didn't seem like Kurt meant it in a bad way. He just seemed to be singing and dancing around as he cleaned. That's when he noticed that Kurt was singing along to music and he felt a little better. Because those lyrics sounded a lot like the two of them.

"You walk in and my strength walks out the door, say my name and I can't fight it anymore. Oh I know I should go. But I need your touch just too damn much."

Dave smirked, standing up as he caught Kurt in his arms and placed his large hands on Kurt's thin hips. Kurt looked up at him with gleaming blue green eyes and just smirked as he turned away from Dave with a wink and continued to pick up the kitchen.

"Loving you isn't really something I should do. Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you. I should try to be strong."

Dave followed Kurt lustfully with his eyes as he swung his hips around a little bit, bending down to pick things up, and he was definitely getting interested. He swallowed as Kurt made his way back over to him, wrapping his arms around his neck as he whispered and sang the next lyrics.

"But baby you're the right kind of wrong."

Dave grinned, leaning down to capture Kurt's lips with his own and he soon found himself carrying the soprano up the stairs and laying him on his bed, the radio still playing and the nightlight gleaming lightly.

He lifted Kurt's shirt off of his pale shoulders and he lifted his own off, their bare skin against one another's and he couldn't help but smirk at the lyrics still playing on the radio as Kurt teasingly sang along with them.

"They say you're something I should do without. They don't know what goes on when the lights go out. There's no way to explain, all the pleasure is worth all the pain."

Dave worked on the zipper of Kurt's pants and the smaller boy seemed to go along with the idea that David had.

The jocks hands finally grazed the naked flesh and he got a small whimper in return.

"D-Dave" he heard Kurt whimper. He looked at the small male.

"Yes, Kurt?"

"I want you to take me…all of me." He whispered softly, blushing red under the small light.

Dave looked at him in shock, asking if he was serious.

Kurt nodded his head and Dave just had to do what Kurt wanted.

Kurt woke up the next morning dazed and a little sore than usual. He tried to remember what happened before it all came crashing back to him. He'd given Dave his virginity as a birthday gift. He couldn't help but be a little scared. What if Dave finally got what he wanted and was now sick of Kurt? He shifted in the bed slightly to turn and see it was completely devoid of his boyfriend.

He swallowed hard and shook away the silly tears that had suddenly made and appearance. Dave had to be in the bathroom or something, right? He wasn't just having sex with Kurt and being done with him. Right?

Kurt stood up, flinching at the movement as he pulled on his pajamas to look at the clock. It was only eight in the morning so he was pretty sure that Paul was already at work and Laura normally slept until nine. He slowly made his way down the stairs and let out a small sigh of relief when he saw Dave cooking in the kitchen.

That relief vanished when Dave turned around and looked extremely disappointed to see him.

"Oh…you're up." The jock spoke.

Kurt stared at the floor. This was it. Dave was going to say the entire, oh we don't work well together anymore and things would be over. He should have known it was only a summer romance and couldn't last.

"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. I even went out and got that turkey bacon stuff you like." Dave smiled and Kurt's breath caught in his throat. He finally took in his surroundings to see a wooden tray with a breakfast laid out on it and he smiled, noticing that Dave had a song on repeat and he listened to the lyrics before running into Dave's arms.

"I should try to run but I just can't seem to. Cause every time I run you're the one I run to. Can't do without what you do to me. I don't care if I'm in too deep."

Dave grinned as Kurt whispered the sweet lyrics in his ear and he held his boyfriend tight. He had a feeling Kurt would be doubting their relationship after they took that step, and he was determined to prove him wrong. He smiled happily as he placed a kiss on Kurt's forehead.

And suddenly, Kurt didn't feel any of his earlier insecurities. He felt like everything in his life was finally going as planned. And he suddenly decided that he was transferring out of Dalton and returning to McKinley. And everything was going to be perfect.

And if Dave and his relationship was going to be wrong.

At least it was the right kind.