I own nothing, even the cardboard box I live in is a loaner.

"Call him back? Why would I do that David?"

Dave was glad to hear a bit of venom in Kurt's voice, even if it was directed at him. Shit, anything was better than the zombie he'd been talking to.

"For one thing to reassure him, I don't want him doing anything to try and get to you before I get to him."

Kurt look stunned. Dave saw his Adam's apple bob a couple of times before he spoke again.

"Do you think he'd try something else?"

He winced at Kurt's tone; he sounded like a five year old.

"I don't just mean physically Kurt, he could just tell people that you two had sex and then you acted like a bitch about it."

Kurt couldn't have looked more shocked if Dave had just hit him in the face with a slushy but he needed to hear this so Dave went on.

"If we put his guard up he's going to start trying to cover his ass," Kurt flinched at this, "that would only make it harder for me to do what I need to."

"Okay, I understand."

"Good. That's good. I want you to listen to me Kurt," Dave got off the bed and knelt in front of him, looking at him eye to eye. He let his voice drop to a whisper, "I'm going to do this for you no matter what. I've got a good plan already, but it's still risky and I'd rather not go to prison if I don't have to. I want you to help me, help you. If you can it'll be better. Can you help me Kurt?"

Kurt seemed soothed at knowing Dave already had a plan to do this; he nodded firmly, almost fiercely.

"Yes. Yes, I can do that," then he said in a chilling tone, "Whatever it takes."

Dave wondered if Kurt had always had this cold place inside or if it was something new that got added with the anal fissures. Stop it! Don't think of that right now.

"Good, when I go home {to plan this out} you should turn your phone off and tell your dad you want to rest, so you don't want any visitors tonight, just in case he tries to come over."

Kurt blanched, "Do you think..?"

"I don't know, but let's play it safe for now, okay?"

"Okay."

"Are you going to come back in the morning? So I don't have to do it alone?"

And we're back to the fucking five year old voice again. Screw it, it was better than the zombie monosyllables.

"Of course I'll come back."

Of course I'll come back Kurt because I don't even know exactly what happened yet and you're so fucking out of it there's no way in hell I'd let you make this call alone.

"Just tell your dad that I'll be here in the morning, if I can I'd like to stay on his good side, the side that's not holding a shotgun."

The corner of Kurt's mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile but Dave noticed it never came close to his eyes. Emboldened by the actual fucking conversation Dave briefly pressed the tips of his middle and ring fingers against Kurt's then withdrew them.

"Kurt, I want to tell you about…before all this…when we talked, I meant it, you know? I really meant I was sorry."

"I know David."

"I'm gonna go; your dad told me not to stay too long. I'll see you in the morning, alright?"

"Alright."

He pressed their fingers together again, "Get some rest."

When Kurt reached out and touched his face Dave thought he would fall over; he couldn't have made more of an impact if he'd slapped him, it was brief, though, and he managed to hold himself steady. Kurt's voice was thin and whispery but clearly audible, "Thank you David."

ooooo

On his way home Dave thought about his new 'relationship' with Kurt. They were building an intimacy over this fucked up shit. God, just two fucking days ago he would have given anything to be intimate with Kurt, in any way, he'd have loved to be his confidant but dammit, not like this! Relationships were supposed to be life-affirming, built with happiness and love. This was death, destruction, darkness{coldness} He couldn't help but feel ill when he thought of it. There is nowhere good for this to go. Hell, now he felt like crying again. He pushed it back again. He wouldn't think of any of that right now. Just… fuck it. It was what it was, he hadn't asked for this and neither had Kurt so they were both just gonna have to motherfucking deal with it.

He thought about The New Plan. He really needed to know what the douchebag had done to Kurt, but he didn't want to press for information, he'd just have to hope that came out sooner rather than later 'cause Kurt was going to have to agree to meet with Blaine, more than once would be even better. He wondered when Kurt would be back at school; it would be best if everything looked normal on the surface before they got this started. Dave put all thoughts of The New Plan to the side, with any luck at all that would be sussed out in the next couple of days. He found himself anxious for it, ready, really, to get it over and done with.

Right now, though, he had to get in the house and get his homework done. Needed to do a load of laundry, too. Shit, shit, shit! He'd also told his dad that he'd cut the grass this weekend. Oh well, he could get to that after he went to Kurt's in the morning. It would be hot as fuck if he got started mowing the yard that late but that was just another item for the 'have to deal with it' list.

He sat his backpack on the counter and looked for something he could nuke in the microwave, but no such luck, he'd have to put a pizza in the oven. With that done and his laundry in the wash Dave grabbed his Calculus book and sat down at the table. Perfect, he needed to calculate right now. Like how to accomplish The New Plan while he kept his real life on track. Dave sighed deeply. How in God's name did fucking serial killers ever find the time?