Ok, first of all SORRY for the delay in updating. I despise infrequent updaters! I went home to Pennsylvania to see my family and I kid you not, they do not leave you alone for 5 minutes. I couldn't write at all! Also, this whole scene was meant to be a small opener, and then it took over the whole chapter. I promise you- it's ALL fluff next chapter. We left off with Dave asking Kurt to spend the night….

When Dave asked him to spend the night, Kurt imagined a lot of different things.

Flowers.

Candles.

Soft music.

Champagne.

But now; slumped down on the couch in Rachel's basement, sipping a tepid wine cooler, literally surrounded by the entire Glee club, he realized he should have expected the unexpected.

Nothing in this relationship had gone according to his plan. Not forgiving his former bully, not their first kiss, nor the way they had come out to their friends. Not Dave getting sick, or spending their summer in a dialysis clinic.

One thing was for sure though. He was never bored. Being with Dave was an adventure, every single day. He challenged Kurt, made him adjust and adapt to the unexpected. Made him grow. Made him believe in something. Something stronger than just him alone. Dave made him believe in them.

This was why he had agreed to this when Dave had presented it to him. "This" being Berry's mid summer Glee karaoke party. Dave had been so excited, telling Kurt it would be a great way for them to begin their night together. He had repeated "Won't it be great to see everyone?" so many times that Kurt had begun to feel mildly suspicious. Who was he thinking it was going to be great to see?

He eventually came to the reluctant conclusion that Dave must be eager for more company; having spent almost all of his summer only with Kurt. So he had grudgingly agreed; wondering if he had misunderstood Dave asking him to spend the night. Maybe he'd meant "spend the night" in the context of "let's have a great night together, out with our friends"

Kurt had taken it a very different way.

Kurt had thought he meant…

Well, it didn't matter what he thought. Here they were. And they were with friends, and it was nice to see everyone and catch up. And it was going to be great to get to sing in front of an audience again.

But Rachel; being Rachel, couldn't let anything be simple. She was clearing her throat; waiting for everyone to pay attention.

Waiting.

And still waiting.

Finally, her thin pretense of patience broke.

"People! Please pay attention! The karaoke will not begin until everyone has heard the instructions'"

After another rebellious minute of muted chatter, everyone had turned; looking at her with half annoyed, half expectant faces.

"Thank you. Now, this is not your every day karaoke. Playing on our love of duets, everyone will be paired up. The pairings will be done randomly, as will the song selection."

Ignoring the chorus of groans and shouted "boo" 's, she waved her hands impatiently and continued.

"Each random pairing will get to write a song name..it can be any song; as long as it is not super obscure, and put that song name in a hat. Once all the songs are in; each duo will then reach in and draw a song name, and have to sing whatever is written on that slip of paper."

5 minutes later the whole club was paired up. Kurt and Tina sat on a love seat; debating song choices. They had agreed on something awful, but couldn't narrow it down to only one.

Kurt really wanted "No scrubs" by TLC, and Tina was committed to "That Summer" by Garth Brooks.

Looking at the other pairings, Kurt couldn't help but grin. He'd love to see any one of the sing either song.

It was Finn and Mike Chang, Mercedes and Brittany, Artie and Quinn, Rachel and Puck, Sam and Lauren, and lastly Dave and Santana.

Maybe Berry was smarter than he gave her credit for. If this night wasn't going to be what he had thought it was going to be; at least it was going to be hilarious.

Finally; at an impasse, he and Tina flipped a coin. For once; something went exactly as he had hoped and planned.

Someone was going to be singing "No scrubs" tonight!

15 minutes later, Kurt was annoyed, impatient and ready to call it a night. This felt a little too much like Glee practice, with Rachel giving everyone 30 minutes to plan choreography and singing for their song.

He and Tina had quickly agreed that "Whip It" by Devo required little choreography. It came with its own dance move after all.

So; he'd been back on the couch for the last ten minutes; absently working his way through a second wine cooler, watching his karaoke partner making out with her boyfriend. This is what he had wanted to spend his evening doing, dammit.

Speaking of boyfriends; where was his?

Hearing Santana's cackling laughter, he took a last draw on the wine cooler. If he couldn't be making out with his boyfriend, at least he could be looking at him. Another minute of Tina and Mike was going to trigger his upchuck reflex.

Skirting along to the opposite side of the basement, he realize he'd missed the reason for her cackling laugh. She and Dave had been doing shots. From the looks of the mostly empty bottle and her less than steady pouring hand; it had been quite a few.

Kurt's mind exploded with feelings; anger and concern warring for dominance. Diving across the small coffee table, he snatched the small glass out of Dave's hands. Dropping to his knees, he was exactly at eye level with the other boy, who was seated on the ground. Shaking the empty shot glass at Dave's blood shot eyes, he restrained himself from yelling. Barely.

"How could you? We are going to burn for this, Karofsky! Burn! Do you what Nurse Terri is going to say to me? To us? Not to mention the ialysis techs. They told me to never trust a man, and I should have listened...I swear I should have!"

Dave's hazel eyes brimmed with laughter.

"Baby, chill. Its one night. Me and Santa are going to sing you a SONG"

He sung the word 'song'. Badly. And he was calling Santana "Santa"…what the…

"David Allen Karofsky, you are completely drunk! Not to mention over your allotted amount of fluids! I have never been more disappointed. Flax is going to go crazy, her granddaughter is coming in tomorrow and we are going to be there; hungover, setting a horrible example, and…and…"

Kurt stopped mid-tirade, trying to catch his breath and stop his heart from racing. Looking at his boyfriend, he couldn't continue to yell. Dave had been through too much. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

Reaching his hands up; framing Dave's face, he turned the glazed hazel eyes to last dregs of anger slowly receded, to be replaced by loving concern.

"Dave, I don't want you to suffer or be in pain. This can hurt you, babe. And when you hurt…it hurts me too"

Dave; though clearly still feeling the affects of the alcohol, seemed to understood that Kurt was not joking and he nodded fervently; burying his face in Kurt's shoulder, whispering I'm sorry over and over again.

Santana spoke; her voice defiant; though marked with a slightest hint of apology.

"Kurt, I forgot all about the kidney stuff. It's just that we both needed a little liquid courage for our song choice. Not that I regret it, Hummel. Don't try and guilt me. Some situations just call for a drink"

Good Lord; Kurt wondered, pulling Dave closer, running his heads through his rumpled hair; what song did they have?

All of the pairs had gone; except for Dave and Santana.

Kurt and Tina had kicked things off with a rocking version of "Whip It".

Mercedes and Brittany had them all rolling on the floor with their dramatically over the top version of "The Rose" by Bette Midler.

Sam and Laurent had done justice to "I'm not a girl, not yet a woman" by the iconic Brittany Spears.

Quinn and Artie had actually brought a lot of sweet and warm energy to "Father Figure" by George Michael.

Finn and Mike Chang had been the lucky recipients of Tina and Kurt's song choice. For Kurt; hearing Finn sing "A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me" was the highlight of the night so far.

Rachel and Puck had been the penultimate duo; singing a credible cover of "The Bed Intruder song". They made it sound almost like a real song.

Everyone had laughed until they cried, chanted, sang along, and been supportive and amazing. Kurt's anxiety for Dave had slowly evaporated, as he had seen the other boy start to sober up; seen the performances, and realized that Dave had been right.

It was great to see everyone. And they had both needed this. Not that this would have been his first choice, but as a second option, it wasn't too bad.

Finally; a slightly more sober, but still mostly drunk Dave, and an only slightly buzzed Santana took the stage. Grabbing the mike, Dave began to speak.

"Santa told me it's good we got the closing spot, so we can school all of you all"

Snatching the mike out of Dave's hands; Santana smiled; waiting for the instant buzzing chatter that comment solicited to die down.

"I said no such thing, drunken Dave. Get it? it's like Drunken Dial, only…oh never mind. We don't know how put this song in the hat, but you should be ashamed! I'm only grateful that the two sexiest people in Glee got it; because anyone else attempting this song would be both sad and possibly criminal….anyway, this one is for…

And scanning the audience, she found Kurt's face and winked.

"This one is for you, Kurt baby."

Dave was doing the same; stopping to wink in Brittany's direction.

"This one if for you, Brittany honey"

The music kicked in, and despite his liquid courage and his winking bravado, Dave's cheeks were bright red, his voice hesitant.

I know you want me
I made it obvious that I want you too
So put it on me
Let's remove the space between me and you
Now rock your body
Damn I like the way that you move
So give it to me
Cause I already know what you wanna do

Kurt's cheeks were burning now too, though not from embarrassment. And as Santana took lead on the second verse, he tried to catch his boyfriend's eye. To no avail.

Here's the situation
Been to every nation
Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do
You know my motivation
Give in my reputation
Please excuse I don't mean to be rude

The two of them began to sing together; Dave's baritone more confident with every word. He was even engaging with the audience, winking at various girls, and smiling. But he wouldn't catch Kurt's eye. Kurt; out of the corner of his eye, noticed that Santana seemed to be doing the same. Flirting with everyone except Brittany.

But tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you

The second chorus done; they separated, taking their mikes out into the audience of glee club members. Kurt; distracted by the sight of Santana weaving her way over to Brittany, almost didn't see Dave. But then he was there; half kneeling in front of Kurt; slapping his hand against his leg, keeping up with the frantic beat of the song; hazel eyes finally connecting with blue.

You're so damn pretty
If I had a type than baby it'd be you
I know your ready
If I never lied, than baby you'd be the truth

Here's the situation
Been to every nation
Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do
You know my motivation
Given my reputation
Please excuse I don't mean to be rude

Kurt's heart beat harder with every word. With every scorching glance Dave sent his way. He'd literally had to sit on his hands, resisting the almost primal urge to pull the other boy down, and claim him in some way. Mark him as his own.

But tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you

It took them another hour to make it back to Dave's house. First there had been the standing ovation for Dave and Santana's bold, sexy Iglesias number. Then there had been the last minute conversations and plans for the last few weeks before school. Dave had also said he had to make a few calls; and so Kurt had waited in his car, head on the seat rest, both drained and on edge.

He couldn't believe that Dave had been brave enough to sing those song lyrics directly to him. It had been thrilling and totally hot. He wished that Dave weren't drunk. It was only 10:30 pm.

This still could have been their night. Sure; not super romantic, but at least a good night for a cuddle and few kisses. A night for just being together.

But Dave was kind of drunk still and would probably need to be dropped off literally; on his bed. Once he got off the phone, Kurt intended to do just that. Help Dave up the stairs, out of his shoes and into bed. Send him on his way to dreamland and a nasty morning hangover.

Then he'd head back to his lonely, cold bed and dream of a different kind of "spend the night with me" night with Dave.

Stumbling into the car; Dave grinned at Kurt; his hazel eyes unusually brilliant. He shoved his phone in his pocket and grabbed his seat belt; his head turned towards the buckle when he asked,

"Can you help me in when you drop me off?"

Kurt sighed.

"Sure, babe. Let's get you tucked in and I will come and help you get ready in the morning...let's say 8:30 am?"

Dave yawned; shrugging his shoulders. His head drooped to one side.

"Sounds good to me"

Stumbling through the doorway, Dave latched onto his side, Kurt frowned.

"You need to remember to lock this door when you leave; David. Someone could break in here"

"humm..kay"

Dave was barely coherent at his point. He must be exhausted, poor thing. Kurt could feel a slight tremor in the other boy's body.

His illness and a late night with Glee and drinking had taken its toll on his boyfriend. He shoved down the lingering disappointment over the night, and maneuvered Dave down the hall to the living room. He'd leave Dave on the couch. He couldn't drag him upstairs, and his stumbling feet seemed to be directing the pair of them to the living room anyway. Kurt wasn't going to fight it. Opening the door; he turned to the other boy,

"Let get you onto the cou…oh my God."

Kurt's brain had shut down.

Candles covered ever available surface. Well, every surface that didn't hold a vase stuffed with every kind of flower imaginable. Soft music played in the background. And peering quickly through the room he saw it.

Champagne.

Realizing that Dave no longer stood at his arm, he spun around, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. And he saw him.

Dave stood at the door; all traces of drunkenness gone. Shutting the door, he held his hand over the lock. Turning to Kurt; that sexy half smile o his face, he asked,

"I already asked once; but I want you to be sure. Kurt Hummel, will you spend the night with me?"