Six months later.
"Let me get this straight bro, every Saturday before you have dinner with Kurt you go to church and light a candle because you think the Virgin Mary helped you plan a murder without getting caught and then changed Kurt's mind about it at the last minute?"
"Dude, it's not like that, you make me sound like a fucking wack-job," Dave handed the joint to Azimio and exhaled his hit, "and we only meet every other Saturday." he said defensively.
Az just shook his head then passed the weed back to Dave, "Does Kurt know about this?"
"Hell no, he'd think I'm nuttier than you do. I'm gonna roach this, I gotta go."
"Yeah, you don't want to miss your date with the Mother of God."
"Don't mock her, Az."
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Dave thought about their conversation while he lit his candle. It wasn't that he believed in divine intervention or any shit like that, he wasn't a total fruit loop, but he was… grateful. He'd promised Kurt on that night that everything would be okay, but at the time they'd just been empty words to make them both feel better. But things had turned out okay. Kurt had been in therapy, talking it out, and with no deep dark secrets to hide it seemed to be helping. Neither of them had ever heard from Blaine and they weren't really that curious either. Dave was just glad to be a part of Kurt's life, even if it was just as friends. He looked up at Mary's tender, compassionate face.
"Thank you."
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They met at a diner named JoBob's. An authentic mom and pop place, as they'd learned after Kurt inquired about the name. Jo was the mom and Bob was the pop. Jo thought they were a couple and just about the cutest things ever, but she didn't make much of a fuss so it was alright.
Kurt was waiting when he got there.
"Hey."
"Hey, Captain D."
He'd picked it up from Az; sometimes Dave wished he'd never convinced the two of them to start hanging out.
"Don't call me that Kurt, it's not funny."
"You smiled, I saw it."
Dave huffed but he couldn't be mad at Kurt for long, "What's been going on?"
"Huge Thanksgiving plans, Carol and I are going all out this year, it's going to be a veritable feast. She wanted me to ask if you and your dad would like to come over."
"That'd be great, we usually go out to eat, I can't remember the last time I had turkey and dressing on Thanksgiving."
"David, I'm horrified! Now you absolutely must come over. And… well, I'd like to spend the day with you. We, ah, have a lot to be thankful for I think."
Dave knew what he meant, "I think so to."
"I wanted to ask you something, and it's kind of serious."
Dave paled a little. Goddammit, what now? "Ask away."
"I wanted to know why you don't want to go out with me, I mean obviously we're out but, you know, on a date, like a couple. Boyfriends."
"Kurt I…I know why you asked me of all people to do that, I'm not like you. I'm not a decent person...like you," Kurt started to interrupt and Dave held up a hand, "Don't say anything, I know it's true. It's not that I don't want to, I'd give anything to, I really would, but you deserve someone so much better than me."
Kurt was stunned; he sat in silence for a moment, wondering what to do, when an idea hit him.
He looked at Dave very seriously, "So you're saying if you were the kind of man who was good enough for me you would want to go out with me? Be boyfriends?"
"Of course, Kurt."
Kurt propped his forearms on the table and leaned forward, "Come here."
Dave's expression was questioning but he did as Kurt said and waited.
Kurt leaned in closer and whispered in Dave's ear, very softly, just one word, "When?"