Well, I am definitely in writing mode again. It's all I think about during work. My poor clients are probably spiraling out of control as I half listen to them, all the while plotting my next chapter! I loved all of your reviews (especially LizzyPoodle! *sigh* So cute!) and in your honor; faithful reviewers, this chapter is CLIFFHANGER free! Yes! Beware though; I'm ramping up the angst in the next one. I don't know if this chapter is good, bad, or insane. And I went in a different direction with the song. Tell me what you think, please!

The pizza was consumed in quick order. Everyone was too busy shoving and arguing over slices and toppings and then eating the pizza to engage in much conversation. You'd think they'd were never going to get pizza again, with the amount of drama that ensued. Kurt remaining sitting next to Dave, but between his dabbing the grease off his one slice and Dave eating 5 slices, plus their being surrounded by everyone, there wasn't time to really talk.

After pizza everyone ran to their lockers to clear out any remaining stuff. Industrial sized trash cans were lined up down the halls for the removal of trash and old assignments. Kurt made himself throw away the last of his winter theme flavored lip balms he'd stashed in the back of his locker. It was almost June, after all. Goodbye 'Warm Gingerbread' and "Merry Berry". He'd buy them again next year, when the holidays began.

Besides, Dave really liked his "Very Cherry" and "Candy Apple" flavored lip balms. He said kissing Kurt was now his favorite dessert.

Kurt sighed. As nice as that memory was; in this moment, he couldn't really concentrate on his lip balm.

He knew Dave loved him. He had the text messages to prove it.

But he also had that other text message. The "don't hate me because of this song" text.

What could Dave sing that would make Kurt hate him? Some kind of "I only stay with my boyfriends for a few months, just thought you should know" song? Maybe a "I think you're cute, but my gosh, Sam is super hot" song? Maybe it was an "I love you, but you should know I'll never watch the Oscars with you" song?

Kurt hadn't realized that; the day he picked up Finn's phone and started talking to Dave, was the day he had strapped himself in for an emotional roller coaster. Good lord, his feelings had been up and down so many times, he was starting to feel dizzy. He had never considered himself an insecure person, but being with Dave…not knowing what he was thinking, it made him crazy.

Well, time was up. The hallways were clearing and he needed to get back to the choir room. He'd never been so reluctant to go into the choir room; and Dave's nervous smile, directed at him upon entering, didn't reassure him in the least. Here went nothing.

Dave was standing at the front and had his acoustic guitar strapped across his body, and judging from the accompanist not being back from the break, apparently meant to make his song a one man show.

Kurt's interest was peaked. What was this boy going to sing? The suspense was killing him.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the rest of the club's interest seemed similarly peaked. Dave had only ever sung the one solo, Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls during Love Letter song week. Everyone had been impressed. Now what?

Leaning up towards the mike, Dave paused, apparently trying to get his bearings. Taking a deep breath, muttered,

"This song is dedicated to the same person the last one was."

No one else had done a verbal dedication. Most of the songs; with the exception of Brittany, had kind of spoken for themselves.

But Dave wasn't finished. Lifting his eyes to meet the curious gaze of his classmates, he elaborated.

"There's this person that I am in love with..."

His hesitant speech was interrupted by the squealing of each and every single girl in Glee. Even Santana and Lauren.

Rachel; as usual, could not resist speaking up,

"I knew it! I knew something was up! Dave has been practically glowing lately! And Tina, this explains his shirts being buttoned up wrong…oh my gosh…that means it's someone in this school! Who is it? Who is it? "

The girls were practically rioting at this point, while the boys remained stoic, heads shaking, stifling groans of dismay.

Each girl threw out names of various girls at the school; with each one being rapidly denied by Dave or one of the other boys. From the look of increasing panic on his face, it was clear that Dave had lost control of his dedication.

Once again; Kurt was going to have to intervene.

"Ladies! Ladies!"

The authoritative tone manifested itself for a second time. Kurt pointed an accusing finger at the group of them.

"Dave's love life is his own business. You would all be outraged if your dedication was interrupted this way. When and if he chooses to divulge the identity of this…mystery lady...it will be at a time and place of his choosing"

The girls looked suitably chastened but unrepentant, producing a half hearted chorus of apologies. The boys snickered in shared conspiracy. Apparently they enjoyed being in on something the girls didn't know about.

Dave's face; which had been flustered and anxious, relaxed into that sexy half smile Kurt loved so much. Kurt resumed his seat, his own anxiety spiking as Dave took the mike. He started his dedication again; determination and nerves mixed into his husky baritone.

"There is this person that I am in love with. He…he…makes me feel like a better man. He makes me believe in myself, that I'm worthy of his love and that together we have everything. I love everything about him; from the top of his perfectly styled hair, to the soles of his fashionable shoes. Sometimes I think that he doesn't see the value in himself; doesn't understand how much he is worth. Who and what he is, is so much more than just his amazing style and the image he works so hard to project to others. I think he proctects himself with that image sometimes. He's more easily hurt than he lets other people see. And he's like me; he's been lonely a long time. But now we have each other. And I love the him that he doesn't show anyone else. The him beneath the clothes and the image. And since he gave me permission to divulge his identity at the time and place of my choosing, I am choosing this place…this time…to say, this one's for you, Kurt Hummel".

And with that and a strum of quiet notes; he began to sing.

You're a song
Written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them

Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good guy, honey

Kurt thought that if he had a dollar for every time he'd cried in the last month, he'd have like…13 dollars. Now it was 14. It was impossible to stop the tears from pouring down his face. His eyes had welled up in shock when he'd heard Dave say "HE" and by the end of the dedication- when Dave had said his name, his body was already shaking with silent sobs.

And now this song. He finally understood why Dave had been worried that Kurt might hate him. He'd told Dave last week that he thought that Shakira was all shaking hips and no substance. He'd made the remark mostly out of jealousy over Dave calling her hot.

But this song was so beautiful. Dave singing it to him made it so freaking beautiful. Dave's eyes locked with his as he began the next verse.

Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When our friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong to each other

Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good guy, honey

"Are you serious? She actually fell out of her chair?"

"That's what Puck told me. Apparently, we were both too…occupied… to notice"

Kurt smiled as Dave's silent laughter shook both of their bodies. After the Glee concert they had both agreed that talking on the phone wouldn't be close enough tonight. With his dad and Carol away for the rest of the weekend, it had been dissapointingly easy to sneak Dave in.

They lay across Kurt's big bed; Dave's long body stretched out, his head on one of Kurt's colorful throw pillows. Kurt's head was on Dave's chest; his body wrapped around his boyfriend, one of his hands smoothing the other boy's hair, the other held over his rapidly beating heart. Dave's arms were linked behind his head. When Kurt had protested, Dave had wryly informed him that it would be a lot safer this way. He'd then chuckled at Kurt's answering blush.

Over the last hour, dusk had slowly fallen over Lima, Ohio. It gradually drained the room of all natural light, creating a dim and almost silent atmosphere- a feeling of safe haven. A little piece of the world; wrapped up in shadows and their conversation.

They talked about the shocked reaction from the girls of Glee and Mr. Shue. How Tina had fallen out of her chair and Rachel had smacked her head repeatedly, wondering loudly when her gaydar had broken. How; after these initial comical reactions, all the girls had given both of them an outpouring of love and support. Mr. Shue had looked solemn, but supportive, encouraging them to be careful.

The boys had continued with their grudging, if suspicious acceptance. Kurt had the feeling that some of them; maybe even all, were worried that if 'the gayness' had gotten Karofsky, it could be any one of them next. It hadn't helped that Kurt had been unable to stop himself from running into Dave's arms after his performance. Their kiss had produced another round of groans from the boys. He could hear Puck muttering "it's like the circle of trust all over again" and Finn quietly moaning "My eyes...my eyes!"

But none of that mattered in this moment. School was out; Kurt's parents were gone, and they had the whole night ahead of them. Smiling; his tone teasing, Kurt spoke.

"So...your song today was kind of all about what's underneath my clothes. Kind of a shocking choice, Karofsky. "

Dave tensed; apparently very aware of the fact that Kurt's hand; which had been resting over his heart, was now making caressing motions over his upper chest. Swallowing audibly, he replied.

"Umm…it was a last minute switch; after the intervention. When you tried to cover for me and I realized that you and I both have insecurities…oh my gosh, stop doing that…umm...anyway, my original choice was "Superman" by Five for Fighting"

"Superman, huh? Is that the crazy song that goes "If I go crazy then will you still call me superman?"

Dave grabbed his wandering hand; and glared, his gaze outraged.

"No, you idiot! It's that amazing song that goes "I'm not that naïve"…"

Seeing Kurt's laughing gaze, he stopped; his mouth curving into a smile.

"Oh, well maybe I am that naïve, eh, Hummel?"

Kurt pulled his hand out of Dave's grasp and moved his body up the bed; until he was face to face with Dave; his body half over the other boy's. He probably would have been able to hear the sound of Dave's heart pounding if his own racing heart wasn't drowning out everything else. His blue eyes; beginning to glaze, met the dazed hazel ones only inches from his own.

"I love when you call me Hummel. I think it's sexy"

Dave managed to repeat the word Hummel three times in a shaken whisper before Kurt crashed his mouth down over Dave's, effectively silencing him.

It had never been like this. Kurt didn't know if it was that they were alone in the house, in this big bed, or that they were officially in a relationship, and out to their friends. But he couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. Not now, not tonight, not ever.

He pulled back from the kiss; gasping for air, but unwilling to completely disengage. His tongue darted out; running along Dave's bottom lip, tasting his own very cherry lip balm on the other boy's mouth. Pulling Dave's bottom lip into his mouth; he sucked lightly; scoring his nails down his boyfriend's chest at the same time.

Dave reacted instantly; moaning low in his throat, and turning; pulling Kurt's body beneath him.

Kurt released his lower lip; capturing his mouth again, and squirming underneath the bigger boy; trying to get the exact right fit. He knew the second he found it. Dave's whole body tensed and yanked his mouth off of Kurt's, panting, his eyes brilliant in the muted light of the room.

"Kurt; oh my God, you are going to kill me. Kill me."

He punctuated each word with a quick, biting kiss to Kurt's now swollen lips. Kurt was beyond coherent reply; pulling Dave's mouth back down over his own, running his hands restlessly up and down Dave's body. Gasping; caught up in the moment, his hand slid under the edge of Dave's shirt; encountering the smooth skin of his back.

He'd never seen Dave move so quickly. One minute he was lying over him; entwined with him, pushing his body deeper into the bed with every kiss, holding him as if he'd never let go. The next he had rolled to the edge of the bed; crashing to the floor on a stream of muttered curses.

Trying to catch his breath; Kurt paused for a minute; then; apprehensively peered over the edge.

Dave lay sprawled out on the floor; looking like he'd been knocked out. The pupils of his eyes were dilated and his breathing was harsh and rapid. His mouth was the same color as Kurt's lip balm.

It was all Kurt could do to stop from following him down to the floor.

Hesitating; not knowing exactly what to say, he offered the only word that came to his bemused mind.

"Umm…Sorry"

After a few minutes Dave sat up; putting his elbows on his knees, running shaking hands through his disheveled hair.

"God, you don't have to be sorry, Kurt. It's me who should be sorry. I know that neither of us is ready for…that…but I have like zero control when you are near me. I can't even watch you sing to me without wanting to jump you, for heaven's sake. It's ridiculous"

His tone was one of deep disgust. He thought himself weak, that much was clear.

Kurt slid off the bed; sitting opposite his boyfriend; adopting the same pose of elbows on knees.

"Dave; I don't want you to ever apologize to me again for feeling passionate about me. I mean; we're gay, but that doesn't make us any less of teenage boys. It's practically our job to be obsessed with sex. I think about sex…with you…about...let's see…. A million times a day"

If possible; Dave's cheeks stained a darker shade of red. His smile was shy.

"Really?"

"No. I'm lying"

Hurt flared in Dave's eyes for a brief second. Kurt shook his head; grabbing his boyfriend's hands and linking them with his.

"It's really about two million"

Dave's smile returned; his gaze lovingly tracing the lines of Kurt's face. When he spoke, his voice held a note of reverence.

"God, what did I ever do to deserve you?"

In that moment, Kurt knew he didn't need anything more than this. His chest hurt; his throat choked up with so many emotions, so many words he didn't know how to say. Finally; he settled for pulling Dave into a tight embrace; holding the other boy close until the tension eased. Pulling back, he smiled up at his boyfriend answering his question.

"Well, I think you deserve me because you agreed to buy me Chinese and watch Moulin Rouge tonight"

Dave moaned his mock protest. "Moulin Rouge? I thought we had agreed on Con Air. Didn't you tell me that you thought Nicholas Cage's mullet was really hot in that movie?"

Kurt managed to hit him with a throw pillow three times before he made it to the door. He could hear Dave on the phone with the Chinese place as he smoothed out his bedding. Grabbing a few throw pillows and a quilt for the couch he turned off his bedroom light.

It was official. This was the best last day of school ever.