Oh my gosh! I know I promised you rolling on the floor fluff for this chapter, but it got away from me again. I know that sounds lame. Don't worry through, I've already started the next chapter and I guarantee smoking hot fluffiness! We all deserve it after the Prom episode. I loved it and it made me anxious, all at the same time! If you haven' seen it, brace yourselves!

"So...what are you going to sing tomorrow?"

Dave chuckled; and though he was on the other end of town, on the other end of the line, Kurt could somehow still feel the sound vibrate through his entire body.

"Do you think that if you keep asking, I will slip up and tell you?"

Propping his feet up on his head board, Kurt glanced at his iPod dock/alarm clock. 1:37 am. They'd been on the phone for 4 hours and yet Kurt didn't feel in the slightest bit bored or tired. Love…or at least the sleep deprivation that accompanied it was probably going to kill him.

Screw sleep…tomorrow was the last day of school after all. Biting back a smile, Kurt attempted his best wheedling tone.

"But I told you what I was singing...shouldn't there be honesty in this relationship?"

Kurt loved that they were official. That they weren't just two boys who talked on the phone and made out during lunch. Or just the two gay kids experimenting during high school.

They were boyfriends. This was a relationship.

Sure; it wasn't perfect. They were only "out" as a couple to the boys from glee. Neither of their sets of parents knew. They had to meet and talk in secret.

But they were committed to each other and that was a good enough start for Kurt. Because he knew that as long as they had each other; no matter the future, they could face anything together.

Dave was still silent on the other end. Kurt had been pestering him to tell what he'd been planning to sing since Mr. Shue had given them the assignment on Monday of singing a song that represented their year. But Dave wouldn't give Kurt a single clue. It was time to bring in the big guns.

"Well…I was hoping you would tell me. Openness in a relationship is a real turn on for me"

Kurt smothered his laugher at Dave's half amused, half frustrated groan.

"Is this the part where you offer me sexual favors in exchange for my secret? And are we still actually talking? Because this feels like the dream that I have every night. "

Kurt barely contained his squeal of outrage.

"David Karofsky, are you telling me that you have dreams every night in which I sexually blackmail you? That's outrageous and demeaning!"

Dave voice took a slightly leering tone with his reply.

"Oh...are you admitting that you are trying to sexually blackmail me? Because if so, what's your price? I accept!"

Kurt couldn't contain his laughter. Obviously both of them were more tired than they realized by the direction this conversation was taking.

"Get some sleep, Karofsky! I guess I'll be surprised tomorrow along with everyone else" Before he could click the end button on his iphone, the other boy spoke.

"Kurt"

Dave's tone was unusually solemn.

"What is it, baby?"

Dave voice was halting on his reply.

"About my song tomorrow... I have...a...a question"

Kurt's heart began to race. Dave was going to sing to him! He just knew it. Maybe he was going to formally ask Kurt's permission.

How romantic!

Breath held expectantly, Kurt waited.

Finally, Dave spoke, a thread of laughter weaving through his voice.

"If I sing you a ballad, can I get to second base? Or maybe third, if it's a Broadway ballad?"

Kurt doubted that Dave heard any of his myriad of insults and threats and declarations that Dave was going to have to a long wait before he got even a single kiss from him. He was laughing too hard.

Gathering his dignity about himself; Kurt decided that he would be the adult in this situation.

"Goodnight, David. I hope you enjoy your lurid dreams, as they might be all that you have to tide you over for a while"

Dave was still laughing when Kurt jabbed the 'end' button on his iphone and smacked it down onto his dresser.

Heaving a sigh, he snuggled down under his down comforter, trying to ignore the indulgent smile that was trying to turn up the corners of his mouth.

Boys were such idiots.

"Ok, everyone. Thanks for being here; we've got six hours until summer break officially begins! Who is excited?"

Mr. Shue stood at the front of the choir room, dressed down in jeans and an American Eagle t-shirt. He could have been one of the kids. He was just as excited as them about the end of another school year.

After the cheering and general chaos died down, he announced the parameters of the Glee Concert and Pizza party. They'd hear the first six performances, which would be determined by random drawing of names for order. Then they'd have their pizza; make sure they were all packed up and ready for the end of the day, and then listen to the final six.

Mr. Shue busied himself writing their names on slips of paper and getting the sheet music organized for the accompanist, while the club members fell into casual conversation. Or tried to.

Rachel was; of course, the first to notice that something was off.

"What's going on here?"

Finn gave her a questioning look.

Peering at the boys; who were sitting basically en masse, she scrutinized them each briefly before continuing.

"Something is up with you boys. At first I thought it was my imagination, but now I'm not sure. I've heard Finn say twice that his "eyes are still burning" while looking at Kurt. I've heard Puck talking to Mike about something called the "circle of trust" and how there is no kissing in it, and; if I'm not mistaken, I saw Dave look slightly scared when Artie rolled up behind him. All of these things separately would not have triggered my notice, but the combination of them all adds up to something. But what?"

Now the other girls were looking at the boys in their club too.

Santana spoke next.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, there is a weird vibe going with all you boys. Is there some kind of venereal disease going around the locker room? "

At their disgusted expressions, she shrugged.

"It was worth a try"

Tina spoke up next.

"What I want to know is why are Dave's shirts always buttoned up wrong?"

Kurt put his head in his hands. He knew it hadn't been a good idea to meet up before school. The iHop parking lot had been a lot more romantic than he had been anticipating, and things had just gotten out of hand.

Luckily Mr. Shue; with good timing for once, broke in at that moment.

"Ok, let the show begin! Up first…Noah Puckerman!"

Following Puck's stripped down, acoustic version of "I'm in love with a stripper", which earned cheers from the boys and jeers from the girls, Brittany sang "We all live in a yellow submarine".

Mr. Shue's bewildered "Good job, Brittany" summed up everyone's feeling on that number.

Rachel was called next. It was clear that she was irked at having been chosen so soon. Still on her Adele kick, she chose "Someone Like You" and sang it almost directly to Finn.

Kurt loved his stepbrother; and yes, he'd had an intense crush at one point. But that didn't mean he understood what the appeal was that kept all these girls salivating and fighting over him all school year long.

Rachel's vocals were phenomenal though, and Kurt began to relax and really enjoy the feeling of being at a concert. Everyone had abandoned their chairs and was spread out along the back wall; lounging on each other and swaying to the music.

It gave Kurt the perfect opportunity to lean against Dave, without drawing any overt notice.

It felt so good, he could have cried.

But; Mr. Shue, with a return of bad timing, called Kurt's name next.

So much had changed in his life over the last year. His dad had married, and he'd gained a mom and a brother. He'd left school because of a boy, only to come back and have that same boy change his life. He'd grown taller and more confident. He wasn't the same boy he'd been a year ago.

Love had made the biggest difference in his life. And it was to the boy that he loved that he sang.

Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

He couldn't look Dave in the eye. He couldn't or he would lose whatever composure he had. Pressing forward, he sang the next verse. Hoping that his voice would convey the message he couldn't bring himself to send with his eyes.

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

He knew people were crying at this point. He could catch glimpses of tear stained faces in the brief seconds he raised his lowered gaze. Dave wasn't crying. His face was impassive. And it looked like he was on his phone. Kurt didn't know what to make of it. Regardless, he had to keep singing.

A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Allowing himself to look up briefly in Dave's direction, he was disheartened to see his face remained equally impassive, his fingers tapping out a message on his phone. Annoyed, distressed, wary he put everything he had into the next lyrics. The lyrics that he felt might as well have been engraved on his heart, he felt them so deeply.

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A few seconds of silence followed the last strains of the song. Then; thunderous applause. Brittany and Santana were chanting his name; and everyone was clapping wildly, congratulating him.

Everyone except Dave. All the adrenaline and joy Kurt felt ebbed away, leaving him drained and confused.

Was Dave angry that Tina had noticed his shirt? Was he worried that the girls were starting to get suspicious? Was he going to get out of the relationship now, before he got outed? Before things could get really tough?

Sinking to the floor; pulse pounding, he didn't look over at Dave, who continued to text. Trying to ignore the feeling of nausea that assailed him, he leaned back; resting his head again the back wall, clapping politely as Lauren's name was called.

She quickly became engaged in a debate with Mr. Shue about whether or not she could sing "Wild thing", with Puck shouting out encouragement and Rachel was providing the counterpointe, announcing that she was appalled by the song choice.

Kurt didn't have the energy to care. He had to sit through 8 more performances, 4 ½ hours of school, next to his boyfriend who was ignoring him and possibly dumping him. He should have known that Karofsky would bail at the first sign of heat. All that crap he'd been feeding himself earlier about "being in this together" was just that…crap.

God, how had he been so stupid?

Maybe he could pretend to be sick and have his dad come and get him. He'd driven in with Finn; as usual, but he didn't think he'd make it to the end of the day.

Reaching for his phone, he was surprised to a see a notification of messages on the front. Then he remembered that he'd turned the ringer off for the performances. Clicking on the message screen, he saw that he had 13 missed text messages.

Every single one of them was from David Karosky.

Clicking on the first one, he quickly read.

"Omg…Kurt, don't be mad. This is going to sound so lame... I can't look at you. If I look at you while you're singing, I don't know what I will do"

The second was similar

"I wish it were just you and me. Promise me you'll sing this for me tonight. Then I can show you the appreciation and reaction you deserve"

"Your voice makes my heart beat fast too…and God, I was so lonely before you"

"Kurt, you have changed my life. Nothing feels more like home than you. I hate that I can see how sad my reaction is making you. I need to figure out how to get fucking control over myself so I can watch you sing to me. Any other song I can handle, but when you sing to me..."

By the time he'd clicked through the last message; Lauren was on the second verse of Wild Thing.

Everyone except Puck wore identical expressions of discomfort. Puck was swaying along, giving random shout outs, pointing to Lauren and half shouting "That's my woman!"

She could have been singing the phonebook and it would have sounded like an angelic chorus to Kurt in that moment.

Dave still loved him. Everything was going to be ok.

The pizza arrived; as if on schedule, right after Lauren's number and they ended one song early for lunch.

But not before Mr. Shue announced that first up to sing after the break would be Dave.

His phone was still in his hand; so he didn't miss the text that came from Dave this time.

It made him smile that they were sitting next to each other and texting.

Clicking on the message button he scanned the text.

"Please don't hate me after you hear my song"