Dave stared out his window at the backyard. Snow was beginning to fall for the first time that year. Kurt was playing outside with Max, laying on his back in the snow and laughing as the bulldog licked his cheek. He'd decided to stay with the Karofskys, since Dave had saved him from that slushie attack and was making an effort to be nice.

Face it, Karofsky, Dave thought to himself. You've never felt this way about anyone. You gotta do something for him...but what? He rattled off the cliched ideas in his head. Flowers? Chocolates? Promises I can't keep?...No. It's gotta be something really special, something he's interested in...A plan forming in his head, Dave picked up his cell from his desk and dialed Brittany's number.

The next day, after school, Dave stopped Kurt from going upstairs. "K-Kurt" he stammered. "I've, uh, got something to show you. It's a surprise."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. Oh, good gaga. What could Karofsky want to surprise me with? "A surprise?"

Dave smiled and nodded. "Yeah, so you gotta close your eyes. And, um, h-hold my hand. I promise, you're gonna love it."

Kurt's curiosity got the best of him, and he closed his eyes. Dave took Kurt's slim, impossibly soft hand in his large one. He lead him up the stairs, and around the corner to the guest bedroom.

"Can I open my eyes?" Kurt asked, as he heard Dave opened the door.

"No, not yet. Wait here." Dave left Kurt standing in the doorway as he checked that everything was ready. "Okay, now."

Kurt opened his eyes and gasped. The sliding closet doors were open, and all of Kurt's clothes hung neatly from hangers. On the bed was a pile of fashion magazines.

"I can't believe it- you did this?" Kurt breathed. Dave nodded, blushing. "No one's ever done something like this for me" Kurt said, stepping closer to Dave.

"You- you like it?" Dave asked, his heart speeding up.

"It's wonderful." Kurt smiled. "Thank you so much."

Downstairs in the kitchen, Paul was chopping vegetables for dinner while Lily browned meat on the stove. They'd both witnessed Dave skipping school to bring Kurt's things to their house that day. Both smiled at the sound of Kurt's reaction to the surprise.

"You hear that, Paul?" Lily remarked. "Rather encouraging, I'd say."

Paul raised an eyebrow. "Seems he's convinced the boy to stay longer."

Lily turned to her son-in-law and sighed. "I know what you're thinking. I know."

"I wish he'd just tell me" Paul replied, shaking his head. "Where'd he ever get the idea, that he can't tell me anything? That I wouldn't love him, no matter what?"

"It's not you, dear. It's David. He'll tell you when he's ready."

Paul nodded. "I know."

At dinner, Kurt and Dave talked animatedly, smiling at each other the whole time. Paul and Lily exchanged unnoticed glances at the boys' sudden closeness. At the sight of snow falling outside, Kurt turned to Dave excitedly. "Dave, let's play in the snow after dinner!" he paused. "Um, if it's alright, Lily. Mr. Karofsky. I'll help clean up first, of course."

"I told you, Kurt, call me Paul. And it's fine, if Dave wants to..."

Dave laughed, his face flushing. "Um, yeah, sure Fancy."

Paul glared at his son. "Dave, what did I tell you-"

"Oh, Fancy's fine" Kurt giggled. "I like it."

Paul looked at Lily again. The boys got up, Kurt bringing both plates to the kitchen. Dave moved to follow him, but stopped when his father touched his arm.

"Dave" he said softly "You know you can tell us anything, right? If there's...something on your mind."

Dave looked from his father to his grandmother. "I..." he faltered. "I...you...you know, don't you?" he questioned, his voice tiny.

"Know what, David?" Lily asked, shooting a glare at Paul. This couldn't be easy for her grandson.

"I...I...God, don't make me say it!" he hissed, turning away.

Paul stood up and grabbed his son's hand. "It doesn't matter what it is, Dave. Just know that we both love you no matter what, okay? You can always come talk to me...or Grandma...whenever you're ready..."

Dave shook his head. "I'm in love with him" he whispered. "I'm in love with Kurt. I'm gay, Dad. Grandma."

Lily stood up, and joined Paul as they both hugged Dave. "It's okay, dear" she said. "We love you."

"I love you too" Dave choked out, feeling tears form in his eyes.

"Dave! You coming?" Kurt called from the hallway. Dave took a deep breath and pulled away from the hug. "Be right there, Fancy."

Kurt hid behind the tall maple tree in Dave's backyard, peeking out just a bit. He could see Dave rolling a snowball in his hands, his face determined and flushed from the cold. Gaga, how did I not notice how handsome he was before? Well, because he was awful to me- but he's been so nice these days, and he brought all my stuff here...

Dave looked up, just for a second, to see Kurt watching him. He smiled and looked back down, concentrating on his snowball. God, he's so beautiful. I can't believe he let me hug him before. It doesn't mean anything, I know, it can't. But he keeps looking at me, with those eyes...

Dave added the snowball to the pile at his feet and called out. "Ready, Fancy!"

Kurt snickered and jumped back behind the tree. "You're going down, Hamhock!" He grabbed a snowball from his own pile and threw it in Dave's direction.

He missed Dave's head by about half an inch. "Nice try!" Dave laughed. He picked up one of his snowballs and threw at at Kurt, who ducked behind the tree just in time. This is all so new...I just can't stop looking at him, when he smiles...who'd have ever thought this would happen? I actually really like this side of Dave...

Paul and Lily watched from the window as Kurt managed to hit Dave in the chest with a snowball.

"Who'd have thought?" Paul mused.

"Who indeed?" Lily laughed. "Look at them. There's something there."

Paul gave her a disbelieving look. "Wait and see, Lily. Wait and see."

"Oh, you shush! That Kurt's seeing Dave for the first time. And he likes what he sees."

Dave and Kurt fell down into the snow, gasping with laughter. They turned to look at each other, both catching their breath. I gotta say something. Do something, Dave thought. He needs to know how I feel.

"K-Kurt" he began, inwardly cursing his nervousness. "I..." he stopped again, taking in Kurt's expectant face, his clear blue eyes, the subtle scent of him, so close. "I, um, came out to my dad. And my grandma."

Kurt's eyes light up. "Oh, Dave! That's amazing!" he exclaimed, his hands clasped. "I..Gaga, I'm so happy for you...I'm proud, gosh, I...never thought you'd do it so fast! Come here!" He Dave's thoughts clouded for a moment before he pulled back. "'S no big deal, after all" he said. "They...kind of already knew. I mean, they...figured it out, 'cause...I..."

Kurt placed a hand on Dave's arm. "Dave..."

The taller boy swallowed. "Kurt, would you, um, would you...let me take you out? Tomorrow night?"

Kurt grinned. "Of course."