I want to dedicate this to my very favorite review of all time, in any of my stories…from anon, who said "Is multiple home runs too much to ask for?" Oh my gosh, I couldn't stop laughing. You all made me laugh with your votes. And you did sway me. I was originally going one way, but you sent me the other! Enjoy one more chapter of mostly fluff...the angst will be back next chapter!

"Oh my gosh, she knows!"

Dave was startled awake by the hissing, urgent whisper of his boyfriend, as well as sharp poke in the ribs.

God, he was tired. Well, worn out might be a better description.

Trying to focus on Kurt's words, he turned to the other boy.

"She knows what? And who exactly is she?"

Kurt; cheeks flaming, leaned in; whispering in Dave's ear.

"She is Mrs. Flax! And she knows you-know-what!"

Dave; bemused by the tingling sensation of Kurt's breath in his ear, took a moment to process what he was saying. Then he jumped in startled awareness, dislodging his pic line.

Blood began to trickle down his arm and the machine beeped urgently, immediately sending the dialysis techs into action. They quickly suited up; dashing over to put pressure on the open skin, fixing the guilty looking Kurt with glares.

Jessie, his favorite one; a single mother of adorable twin girls, spoke in exasperated tones, carefully replacing the pic line in Dave's arm.

"Kurt Hummel, I have told you a million times, there is no making out in dialysis. This is the 3rd time you've dislodged this pic line and Nurse Terri is going to have your head for this. Last week she claimed that she was going to ban you from doing Leonard's hair and I think she meant it":

Kurt's voice was outraged.

"How is my not doing Mr. Harris's hair a punishment to me? It's him that will have to live with that wretched comb over. I will not let him suffer for my crimes!"

Dave's amused chuckle only added fuel to Kurt's fire.

"And, by the way Jessie, we were not making out. Ha ha! Once again, you are wrong. Just like the time you told me that Liza Minnelli was a hermaphadite."

Jessie fixed Kurt with an amused glare; stripping off her protective gear, and going to wash her hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry. So what were you doing that was so disruptive as to dislodge my perfectly placed pic line?"

Kurt's face; already flushed with outrage, deepened into a brilliant crimson.

"Ummm…nothing"

Jessie and the surrounding patients; all of who had abandoned any pretense of not listening in, nodded mockingly, rolling their eyes in unision.

"I see. So, not making out; just casual conversation, and then, BAM, out comes the pic line?"

Kurt could see the amusement on everyone's face; including Dave, and made a choice in that moment. An impulsive choice. A choice made out of frustration.

He decided to tell them the truth.

"We were talking, but it wasn't casual. I was telling Dave how Mrs. Flax knows, and he jumped out of his seat"

Mrs. Flax's cackle, the one she usually reserved for bingo, rang out. Her gloating voice soon followed

"You're right, I do know!"

Dave had his head in his hands; and the rest of the patients were leaning forward, avid curiosity on their faces.

Jessie spoke on behalf of the room. Even the nurses and techs were eagerly listening at this point.

"What do you know, Mrs. Flax?"

"Don't you dare tell, Flax! I will never let you play bingo again!"

Kurt's threats didn't appear to cow the older woman at all. Flax laughed again.

She had turned herself in her chair, so that she was facing the whole room. Her lined face; and cropped gray hair proclaimed her to be at least 75, but that look - Kurt had seen it a few days before on the face of 17 year old Santana. Right before she'd told some malicious secret or another.

Oh God. They were doomed. There would be no stopping her now.

He might as well be the one to say it.

But she was already speaking.

Kurt panicked.

"I heard that Dave might be getting…"

"Ok, we're not virgins anymore! Is that what you all were dying to know? God! Nothing is sacred in this group. But that's all you are getting. No details and you know I'm talking to you, Mrs. Neal, when I say that. "

Stunned silence filled the room.

Mrs. Flax; eyes wide, snapped her jaw closed and finished what she had been saying before Kurt's interruption.

"...a kidney. I heard that Dave might be getting a kidney"

Kurt froze. Wait…what had just happened?

Moaning in despair; he dropped back into his lounge chair; covering his face with his hands.

He couldn't remember ever having been so humiliated. The room was still deathly silent. He could see; out of the corner of his eye, Dave's chest shaking.

He was probably sobbing in embarrassment. Oh God, what had he been thinking? That they could read "we've had sex" on his and Dave's faces?

Then; that same raspy voice; the one that Kurt had been sure was going to reveal their secret, spoke up.

"My first time was with my husband; out under the stars in Missouri. Only...he wasn't my husband yet"

Her cackling laughter was one of the most welcome sounds Kurt had ever heard. Her outlandish confession had broken the tension and seemed to be a signal for the whole room to share. She had inadvertently opened a flood gate of confessions.

Mr. Harris revealed that his first time had been with an Army nurse during World War 2, and he'd never seen her again after that night.

Mrs. Neal told everyone that she'd waited for her wedding night; but after the stress of planning the wedding, she and her husband had fallen asleep before they could do so much as kiss goodnight. The next morning; she'd revealed; her face the sweet pink of a school girl, had been amazing.

Soon the techs; even the man hating ones, were reminiscing about high school boyfriends; prom nights, and weddings.

Dave; whose chest had been shaking with laughter; not embarrassment, caught Kurt's hand, smiling at him. A smile of shared memories. It hit him then, with an urgency bordering on panic.

In the aftermath of "the confession"; Kurt had almost forgotten the most important thing he had heard.

Interrupting Mrs. Flax and Mrs. Chilton's discussion about their boarding school experimentation with other girls…good lord, what would they reveal next…Kurt hurriedly questioned Mrs. Flax.

"You said Dave was getting a kidney? "

Mrs. Flax's smile was gentle, for the first time in Kurt's memory.

"Yes. I heard them talking about it when I got here. Apparently they were going to tell Dave and his parents today. They might have found a perfect match. It's not for sure"

That was why she had kept winking at him and saying "congratulations" and "I never thought it would happen this soon". and "I heard it was almost perfect" She'd been talking about the kidney, not sex.

Kurt held it together for the last hour of dialysis. He chatted; painted nails, and smiled; but his heart was thudding dully, his mind racing with the information Mrs. Flax gave him.

Grabbing Dave's hand, he pulled him quickly along to the car.

"Babe, slow down. What is going on in that mind of yours? I've rarely seen you so distracted. And you weren't thinking about the other night, your face always heats up when you think about that"

Kurt huffed impatiently, turning in his seat to glare at the bigger boy.

"Didn't you hear Mrs. Flax? They might have a match for you? Aren't you excited? Well...probably nervous, but excited too..."

Dave was smiling; his eyes caressing Kurt's animated face. Meeting his boyfriend's wide blue eyes, he spoke.

"I heard her. Kurt, baby, this isn't the first time they've alerted me to a possible match. It's happened twice before. But they haven't been close enough matches. The first time was when you were in Europe. I let myself get so excited, and the disappointment, on top of not being with you, it almost killed me"

Kurt stared into the hazel eyes of his boyfriend; sobered by the pain he saw reflected there.

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me? You shouldn't keep this kind of thing from me!"

Dave smiled again, his voice descending into that husky whisper that Kurt found so soothing.

"It's exactly for this reason that I didn't tell you. You can't help but get excited. It's who you are. Cautious and guarded are not two words that exist for you. You feel everything so deeply; I couldn't bear to see you crushed when it doesn't work out"

Unhooking his seat belt, Kurt climbed from the driver's seat, urgently undoing Dave's seat belt as well. Climbing onto his boyfriend's lap, he wrapped his arms around Dave's neck; pulling their faces close, until their foreheads touched.

Neither of them were unaffected by the intimacy of their position. Since that night; that amazing and life changing night, they had become even more obsessed with each other. Sex had added another startlingly intense dimension to their relationship, and the heat that had flared between them before that night had; in the three days and nights since, run wild into a raging inferno.

Ignoring the pull of his boyfriend's body; ignoring his desire to sink into his arms and forget the world and all of their problems, Kurt forced himself to look Dave straight in the eye.

"I love you for trying to protect me. But it's not just you in this anymore, remember? It's us. If they call every day and promise a kidney and then take it back, I want to know every day. I want to jump with excitement and have you hold me when I cry in disappointment. Nothing hurts worse than not knowing. Nothing hurts me worse than thinking of you shouldering things on your own. Don't shut me out; we're too close for that now. We crossed that line 3 nights ago"

Dave's hazel eyes shimmered, his lower lip quivering. Kurt didn't know if he'd ever seen the other boy look so vulnerable, so young. Drawing in a shaky breath, Dave spoke; his voice trembling

"Do you me...mean it?" Brushing impatiently at the few tears that had spilled from his lashes, he drew in a sharp breath.

Kurt nodded; his gaze solemn.

"Ok, I will tell you everything, I promise because everything is so much easier with you here, Kurt. With you, I don't feel so scared."

They held each other then, the silence around them filled with more emotion than a thousand words could convey. The minutes passed unnoticed; so absorbed were they in each other. Kurt sighed. He could stay like this for…

TAP! TAP! TAP!

The banging on the car window made Kurt jump. Which made him to bang his head on the car roof. Which made him curse. Rubbing his head, he turned to glare at the interloper, as Dave pressed the down button on the window.

It was Flax, peering in the window, her cane tapping impatiently on the ground. The gentle and understanding smile was gone from her face. Her face now bore its habitual frown of irritation, with a touch of a smirk added in.

"Well, well, well…some of us don't waste any time in getting down to business, do we? Listen, you're going to need both a more private place and less clothing to get the job done. I'm speaking from experience, of course. Me and Leonard broke this place in a few weeks ago, if you know what I mean. Of course, we were smart enough to park behind the building."

Kurt's face was so red the tips of his ears burned. He couldn't contain his outraged exclamation.

"Mrs. Flax! We do not need to know the shenanigans you and Mr. Harris get into. We're children, remember?"

Mrs. Flax's smirk was more evident now.

"I didn't peg you for a prude, Hummel. Anyway, when you need advice…sex advice that is, you can always come to me. It seems that the two of you have a lot to learn. I really should refer you directly to my online videos, but..."

Dave was actively covering his ears, while Kurt's face got progressively paler with every word.

The old lady smiled, and Kurt, though in a state of shock, couldn't help but smile back. She was one audacious old bird.

Climbing back into his seat he started the car up, fastening his seat belt. Waving one hand in airily, he turned up the radio.

"Thanks, Flax! It's good to know we have a mentor in you. See you at bingo tonight!"