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Dave had snuck out of Kurt's room early in the morning. He had given Kurt a good-bye kiss on the forehead before sneaking downstairs and outside. Kurt decided to get up and make everyone breakfast. Waking up next to Dave had put him in a good mood and it showed as he danced around the kitchen preparing pancakes and, for his father, fruits.
Carole and Burt stumbled into the kitchen groggily followed by a hyped up Finn who could only be shaken out of his sleepy stupor that early in the morning by the aroma of pancake batter.
"Where are they at?" Finn enthused as he looked around the kitchen, searching for his favorite breakfast food. Kurt felt a pang of guilt at the sight of bruises on his older brother's face. He should have gotten up to get Dave off of him sooner, but he was too busy making snappy comments to Blaine who had tried to help him.
"Right here." Kurt chuckled and set a plate stacked with pancakes.
Finn snatched the entire plate off the counter, but Carole scolded him. "Those are for everyone, Finn."
Finn gave her the kicked puppy dog look and slowly put the plate back down. Burt smiled at his escapades and went to get himself some pancakes of his own, but Kurt swatted his hand away and slammed down a bowl of fruit, "What is this?" Burt raised his eyebrow in a questioning look that Kurt had taught him a while back.
"Fruit." Kurt explained, "You ate three cheeseburgers and drank way too much soda last night, you get fruit."
Burt pouted, "I'll be fine, I've been good." Carole and Finn each helped themselves to the pancakes then took their seats at the table.
Kurt shook his head, "Don't worry, I'll eat the dastardly fruit with you."
Burt gave him a funny look.
"What?" Kurt sent the same questioning look that Burt had given him earlier, right back at him.
"You washed it right?" Burt asked.
"Of course, why?" Kurt leaned against the counter.
"Well..." Burt looked at the fruit as if it was dangerous or something, "I think you should boil it or something first. What if you get sick?"
"Dad," Kurt couldn't help but roll his eyes, "I think I'll be fine."
"Well," Burt said back, "I think you need to boil it or heat it up at least first."
"But, Kurt always eats fruit without cooking it." Finn pointed out from the table. He was clearly confused about why Burt was making such a fuss over Kurt and fruit.
"Yeah, dad." Kurt put his hands on his hips, "And if anyone's going to be sick or injured in this house it's Finn." Kurt tried to put the focus on his step-brother, "I mean, he could have broke his ribs or his face or whatever."
"Coming from the kid who fell down mysteriously and hurt his back." Finn muttered as he shoved a fork full of pancake in his mouth.
"Which brings my attention to another subject." Burt sighed, Kurt took it as a surrender in the fight over the fruit and grabbed a plate of it. "Your... Boyfriend?"
Kurt froze. He had avoided this subject all last night. He new his dad would get upset and overreact; he wouldn't understand. "Uh-huh?" Kurt said slowly, hoping that Finn would be too entised in pancake perfection to pay attention. Luckily, Burt kept his voice down.
"That better not be your way of confirming my suspisions." Burt whispered. He took in Kurt's face and knew the answer immediately. "What happened to that Blaine kid?" He growled.
"Cheated on me." Kurt's heart still hurt just thinking about it. "We broke up a few days ago."
Burt's expression was between fury and concern. "Well, I don't think you should go out with that bully."
"Dad," Kurt knew he wouldn't get it. "Dave has changed, trust me. We've been friends ever since I came back from Dalton."
"That doesn't make up for anything." Burt glared at the counter top, "I don't want you seeing him."
"That's not your choice." It came out a little colder than Kurt had wanted. "I... I mean, I really like him, dad. He won't hurt me, ever."
"He's still the same person, Kurt." Burt shook his head gently, "He'll hurt you and I can't let that happen."
"I'll be fine, dad." Kurt checked the time, almost time to go. "I have to go, come on Finn." Finn lept from the table and raced to his room to grab some things for school. Apparently, his lightsaber was far too important to leave behind that day.
"Me and Puck are gonna have a lightsaber battle in the hallway, it's gonna be epic, man." Finn said as they got into the Navigator.
"Puck and I." Kurt corrected.
"You and Puck, what?" Finn looked confused.
"Oh, nevermind." Kurt sighed.
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"So I told him that Master Cheif-"
"Dave," Kurt cut his babbling boyfriend off. He kept talking about Halo 3 and Kurt had zoned out a long time ago. "Could you appologize to Blaine and Finn after school today?"
David's face grew dark, "Why?" He mumbled as he leaned against the locker next to Kurt's.
"Well, Blaine's my ex and Finn's my brother." He said as if that explained it all.
"And..." Dave led on.
"And, I want you to be on good terms with them." Kurt said.
"Why?" Dave asked again.
"Well, what if we get married and Finn becomes your brother-in-law and he hates you and our wedding turns into a romantic comedy called 'Brother-in-law' or something?" Kurt suggested.
"Fine I'll say sorry to him." David lifted Kurt's chin slightly and gently ran a thumb across the bruise that engulfed the left sid of his face. Another negative effect of Luekemia was the fact that he would bruise easily making the bruise even worse. He'd even gotten bruises in the shapes of fingers wrapped around his arms from where Dave had held him a bit too tightly. He didn't tell his love because he knew that David would make a big deal out of it and appologize way too many times. "He did this too you though so I can't promise that I'll mean it."
Kurt sighed, "And Blaine?" He asked.
"Not yet." Dave shook his head.
Kurt gave up, he had to get to his first class, "Fine, baby steps I guess." He got on tip toe to give Dave a kiss good-bye and recieved a few disgusted looks from ignorant passers by.
"See you, babe." Dave smiled dizzily.
Hopefully David would be able to step up and appologize after school. Hopefully Finn wouldn't try to fight with him again.
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"I say we beat the crap outta him!" Puck snarled at Dave who stood in the front of the room, being ridiculed by the glee kids.
"Puck," Kurt chastised, "knock it off, he's trying to appologize!"
Dave was getting angrier by the minute. This was humiliating and depressing. The glee kids were supposed to be open hearted and nice; or at least, that's how Kurt made them sound. His boyfriend was the only one in that room that didn't want to kill him. He was about to just kick something over and leave, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. What would Kurt think if he left like a coward? He needed to prove that he was a man. That he would sacrifice his dignity for Kurt. "Look, I don't know what came over me. I blacked out, I'm getting help though." He tried again.
"I know exactly what happened." Anything that Blaine had to say couldn't be good. Dave braced himself for more fury and maybe another violent episode. This time he would make sure that he left Blaine's nose crooked. He deserved it for what he did to Kurt.
"And what was that?" Dave cursed himself for the challenging comment, but it had just slipped out.
"You were jealous." Yup, that pissed Dave off.
"Of what? Your faithfulness?" Dave knew that he had hit a sensitive spot as Blaine flinched a little at that.
"I got your e-mail." Blaine recouped his confident composure. "You are going a little far don't you think?"
Dave noticed that Kurt was tensing up, the smaller boy seemed to sense danger.
"Far for what?" Dave spat.
"To get into Kurt's pants." Blaine smirked at the shocked expression that crossed Kurt's face.
"He's not- I- I don't- you..." Kurt spluttered at a loss for words. His blush stood out prominently on his bruised face.
"That's not what I want." Dave muttered. He really didn't know how to reply to that or the fact that Kurt seemed upset by the mere idea of sleeping with him. Was there something wrong with him? Was he not sexually attractive or something?
"Oh, David," Blaine shook his head, "even Kurt finds the idea repulsive. You need to give up, you're only embarassing yourself. It just wouldn't work out between you two anyway. Personally, I would just stop trying, trust me, you're making yourself look like a fool. He chose me, accept it."
David fended off the black that threatened to blur his vision. His rage was building and all that he could think about was pounding the little prep school bastard into the floor. He looked over to Kurt who had lept to his feet and had opened his mouth to use his sharp tongue to defend his beloved. David didn't give him the chance to say anything though. He was going to prove Blaine wrong.
Dave cleared the gap between himself and Kurt. He pulled the younger boy into him and planted a kiss right on his soft pink lips. Dave almost expected Kurt to pull back out of embarassment, but he kissed back instead. Dave couldn't help but smile as he weaved a hand into Kurt's luxorious hair and deepened the kiss. Kurt wrapped his arms around Dave's shoulders and pulled him in even closer.
Everyone must have been frozen in shock because it was Mr. Schue who finally broke the two lovers up.
"So we're gonna be singi-" Mr. Schue stopped mid-sentence as he saw the little make-out session unfolding before him.
Dave was pretty upset when Kurt pulled away finally. He had never kissed Kurt like that and it had made him light headed.
"K-Kurt," Blaine stammered, "h-how could you?"
Kurt closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, then whirled around to face his ex. "I told you, we are not dating anymore."
"Kurt," Blaine shook his head, "you know that was nothing."
"Omigod, Blaine!" Kurt was exasperated, "Just stop already!"
Dave noticed some of Kurt's friends giving him dirty looks. Then he realized that they were Blaine's friends too and clearly had taken his side.
"Kurt," Rachel stood up and stomped a foot, "what is wrong with you? How could you cheat on Blaine like this?"
"Rachel," Kurt groaned, "I broke up with him days ago! I'm not cheating on anyone, he's the one who cheated."
Blaine looked highly irritated, "Kurt, we talked about this, I love you, not Sebastion."
"And I love Dave," Kurt grabbed ahold of Dave's much larger hand. "not you. I broke up with you and now we are together."
"Oh, please," Santanna piped in, "you're dumping possibly the sexiest gay man that will ever actually like you for the Incredible Hulk over there?"
"No," Kurt glared. He must have sensed the pain that Dave felt at the insult because he gave Dave's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm dumping a cheater to be with the sexiest man to ever love anyone. Period."
Dave couldn't believe that Kurt Hummel felt that way about him. He was big and bulky while Kurt was small and fragile, he always felt fat and ugly around him and not he was being called the sexiest man to ever love anyone? He considered pinching himself because he was sure this was a dream.
"Cheater?" Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "Explain."
"He's sleeping with Sebastion." Kurt deadpanned.
"That slut!" Mercedes gasped. She didn't have a love life of her own so she just kept up to date with Kurt and Blaine. She was just as mad at Sebastion as Kurt had been despite the fact that that was totally unrational and really Blaine was at fault.
"I know right?" Kurt agreed.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Mr. Schue cut in finally. "We don't use that kind of profanity in the choir room, Mercedes. I think you boys need to work this cheating thing out on your own time, regionals is in two months!"
Kurt dragged Dave to sit down in the chair beside him despite protests from fellow gleeks who insisted that he wasn't welcome. "Ignore them." Kurt advised him. So far this appologizing wasn't woking for him.
Dave slumped in his chair as he watched Mr. Schue babble on about Journey this, showtunes that. And he got an awful idea. A wonderful awful idea.
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Kurt recieved his bone marrow examination results that night. His fears were confirmed and even though he knew what the result was, it still hurt just as much at the first time.
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A/N: Once again, short I know. I know that there's probably some errors in my Leukemia research and whatnot, once again I am 15 and didn't know very much about it before this fic so please don't shank meeeeee! :P I'm a well-meaning young lady, I promise! Reviews make for a happy author, happy authors right looooooong chapters. Interested? *eyebrow waggle*