A Saturday morning, lounging around in boxers and a white t-shirt (at least it used to be white), not having to worry about school work (it could always be done on Sunday), with Netflix streaming on the large flat-screen television in the living room and no one around to insist he put on a movie with more "educational things" and less "exploding things" was David's idea of a relaxing time. Internet surfing had kept him up until well past two in the morning, so he found himself dozing off occasionally, trying his damndest to make sense of a plot he'd only been awake to see twenty minutes of. Not that it mattered. The plot of the movie was the same as every other movie he'd seen this year; hot guy is trying to save the world and take down ultimate bad guys while fighting side-by-side with/saving hot chick. Hot guy gets the crap kicked out of him time after time, making him look like a filthy train wreck until guru/sensei/mentor steps up and gives him five seconds of training that turns the tide of battle. Hot girl gets her ass kicked over and over again, as well (while ridiculing hot guy about something or other for comedic effect), but somehow manages to keep her hair and makeup perfect and receives only a single scratch that somehow makes her look hotter.

Not that David would notice the hotness of a girl or anything. He'd become good at faking the awareness of hot chicks, though. Logically, he knew what he should find attractive: big breasts, pouty lips, doe-eyes, etc. It all meant nothing to him…except the doe-eyes. He liked the doe-eyes; they set off something primal in him. Personally, when it came to attraction, he liked straight lines and angles, not "curves in all the right places." He wanted small and delicate; someone whose strength and power was all internal. Kurt Hummel had always been the paradigm of what he found attractive. He was graceful and lithe, petite but with huge eyes that got bigger when he was scared, excited, shocked, angry. Every part of David's being saw Kurt as something that needed to be protected, cradled and coddled.

Until Kurt spoke. Then David would get a hard-on at how powerful and commanding that little bitch could be; Kurt yelling at him or ordering him around was more of a turn-on than any porn David had ever looked at. That's why David couldn't be certain he wasn't stuck in some daydream when he saw Kurt's name popup on his vibrating cell phone. It was on the third ring before David remembered that he actually needed to pick it up in order to talk to Kurt. "'ello?"

"Hey, Dave!" Kurt sounded far too chipper for nine o'clock on a Saturday morning. "I was wondering, would it be all right if Alex and I spent the day at your house? I know it's short notice, but we really need to get away from here for a while."

"Uhhh…" Kurt was asking to spend the day at his house? True, Kurt's son would be tagging along, but David could live with that. "Yeah, sure."

"Yay! Thank you so much, David. I'll pay you back, I promise! See you in half an hour." There was sudden silence on Kurt's end of the line followed by a steady boop, boop, boop informing David that Kurt had hung up. David put the phone back down on the coffee table but noticed something was… off. David squinted his eyes and furrowed his brow as he continued looking at his phone. The screen had gone blank, but that wasn't it. The plate of scrambled eggs from last night's dinner on the table wasn't unusual. Nor was the coffee his father had left behind before leaving for work this morning.

Oh crap.

Dirty dishes in the living room, a carpet that hadn't seen a vacuum in weeks, broken potato chips squished into the couch cushions...men should not be allowed to live without the direct supervision of a woman.

David scooped up as much of the mess as he could, transferring it to the kitchen; he'd deal with it later. He just wouldn't let Kurt in the kitchen and he'd try to guide Kurt away from the living room as quickly as possible. His bedroom should be relatively clean, seeing as David spent almost no time in there. He dressed and slept in his bedroom: that was it. Speaking of dressed; David gave himself a tentative sniff. Shower...shower would be good. He pulled off his shirt and boxers and tossed them into the laundry closet as he passed on the way to the bathroom. It wasn't the most thorough shower he'd ever had – there wasn't nearly enough time for him to dwell on the fact that Kurt would be in his bedroom.

With fifteen minutes until Kurt's arrival, he entered his bedroom to discover that he had greatly over estimated the cleanliness of his bedroom. By a reasonable person's standards it looked like a warzone. By David's standards, it wasn't too horrific; nothing a closet couldn't take care of. He was used to closets hiding his dirty little secrets. After quickly throwing on jeans and a polo, it took another ten minutes for him to get everything from the floor into the closet. He'd worry about the avalanche of clothes that would collapse on him the next time he opened the closet after Kurt had left.

With everything said and done, he had just enough time to get to the front door, looking casual, as he opened it for Kurt. "Hey, perfect timing; I just got out of the shower." Smooth, Karofsky, get him subconsciously thinking about you wet and naked without sounding sleazy.

Kurt definitely looked like he'd seen better days. The area around his eyes was dark; it seemed to have just a tint of bruising, but not from an impact of some kind, from sleeplessness. His appearance was disheveled: his hair had obviously been neglected for some time and while it (his hair) seemed to have remained on speaking terms with a comb, it obviously hadn't seen mousse, gel, or hairspray in a while. "Thank you so much for letting us come over, Dave. I'm pretty sure you were my last shot before I had to take Alex to the mall or something…I'm not sure how well that would've worked out. I'm still not too sure about taking a baby werewolf out in public."

Speaking of baby werewolves, Kurt had Alex tucked up in the crook of his arm, a tan leather bag, puffed up in the center from over-stuffing, hung from his elbow. Alex looked around interestedly at everything; his little eyes had finally opened…sort of. His eyes looked pinched in the corner, like something was squeezing the outer corners of his lids together or like he had eye-gunk preventing his eyes from opening all the way. He could only see out of the inner corners of his eyes, giving him a decidedly cross-eyed appearance. David, thankfully, had enough discretion to not mention such an obvious defect to a new parent. He was however curious about what appeared to be an overnight bag hanging from Kurt's arm, swinging just below the baby. "Is that a really big purse?"

Kurt raised a single eyebrow, lowered his chin, and jutted his hip out to the side as he kept firm eye contact with David. "No. But would you really be all that surprised if I said yes?" David shook his head. It had been a pretty stupid question. "It's an imitation Vanessa Bruno "Lune" satchel that I'm using as a diaper bag. There was no way in hell I was going to get one from Baby Gap…although the Bella Tunno line was adorable." At David's blank look, Kurt elaborated, "I put Alex's puppy mat in there…in case he has to, you know, go."

David nodded, as though he understood. In actuality, he had no idea what Kurt was talking about but was afraid that if he asked any questions, Kurt would be encouraged to talk about bags longer than absolutely necessary. As far as David was concerned, the requirements of 'absolutely necessary' had been met the second Kurt had responded 'no' to David's original query about the bag. Alex squirmed around in Kurt's arms, reminding David that the two were still standing on his front stoop. "Why don't you guys come in? Sorry about the mess, my dad and I keep odd hours and cleaning can get a bit sporadic."

"That's…ok."

The pained expression Kurt made as he choked out the second word and eyed over the room told David that, in Kurt's mind, it most certainly was not 'ok'. The longer Kurt's gaze lingered on every speck of dust, dirt, and – dear god, was that a pizza box poking out from under the recliner? When had they last ordered pizza? – the better David got at seeing the mess through a stranger's perspective. What was a fairly normal living arrangement to him most days, now made him curl his toes in embarrassment in front of Kurt. "My room's way cleaner than this. Maybe we could go there and he could scootch around on the floor?" Kurt looked a bit leery at the idea. "No dirt, I promise." It took Kurt a minute to think it through, but after a long, internal session of hemming and hawing, Kurt nodded his head and followed after David.

To Kurt, David's house appeared extremely modest; from the outside, it looked like a cute, little Cape-style house. Inside though, "cute" and "little" became, at best, "decrepit" and "cramped." The living room and dining room were one in the same. From what Kurt could see of the kitchen, he was fairly certain he could touch the wall separating the kitchen and living room, while simultaneously touching the outer wall. The windows were unwashed, wallpaper was peeling, none of the furniture matched. Kurt decided, wrongly, that David's family must be poor. Why else such a small, dirty house? Thankfully, David's room wasn't too horrific. The floor was clean, at least. But then again, it didn't look like David had enough belongings to really make a mess. Next to the door was a closet, adjacent to that was a bed, adjacent to that wall was a wall with two windows, a bureau, and a small shelf of CDs and movies, and the final wall had only a plain wooden desk with a laptop on it, some schoolbooks and papers in disarray littered atop it. Kurt handed Alex over to David and began setting out Alex's puppy mat.

David took the pup and held him away from his body slightly, not sure how to hold him exactly. Terrified of dropping Kurt's kid (how much would Kurt hate him if that happened?), David sat down on the edge of his bed and cradled Alex in his lap. "So why were you so desperate to get out of the house today?" The little dust mop was trying to lick at David's hand as David stroked his head. David held his hand still in front of Alex's muzzle so he could get a good sniff of him. Alex poked at David's fingers with his nose, the little nostrils flaring. A moment later Alex's eyes were closed as he sucked on the side of David's hand.

"Now that Alex is getting to be more mobile, my dad wanted to baby-proof slash puppy-proof the house."

"So throw a few of those plastic things on the electrical outlets. No biggie."

"You'd think that, wouldn't you? No, my dad is going all out. This is his first grandkid; he wants to do everything right. His biggest concern was the stairs; Alex can just manage to squeeze between the rails and dad was terrified he'd fall, I was kind of nervous about that too." Kurt straightened out the corners of the puppy mat, making sure nothing was bunched up or folded over. Alex continued to suck on David's hand. "Carol and I came home from shopping yesterday and discovered he and Finn had tacked some of that white, gardening lattice work over the rails. Carol and I would have none of that; if you're going to do a job, do it right. So today, my dad and Finn are putting in a new banister with less spacing between the rails. Meanwhile, Carol is converting the old spare room into a playroom and bedroom for Alex. It'll be a completely baby-safe place for him to play and run around."

"You still haven't explained why you needed to get away. I imagine he would have been safe in your bedroom."

"Not from the paint fumes. He's got a sensitive little nose. Aw, so cute; he must like you." Kurt had looked up and seen the sleepy Alex trying to nurse from David's hand. He dug around in the baby bag before coming back up with a bottle. Taking Alex back from David, Kurt tried feeding Alex. Every time he got the nipple of the bottle close to Alex's mouth, Alex would turn his head aside. "Not hungry? Just having fun chewing on Uncle David?" David blushed at being called "Uncle" David. Kurt placed Alex down on the puppy mat. Alex promptly tipped over and lay on his side before scrambling back up to his paws. "I have to show you the cutest video." Kurt hopped up to the bed with David, pulling out his phone. It was a video of Alex, taken sometime in the past week. Alex was in his crib, his eyes closed, but he was scuttling around, the same way he had on the floor at Kurt's house. Alex rear-ended the little stuffed sheep David had gotten him just after he was born and began dragging his body up and over it. When he had completely climbed Mount Sheep, he rooted around with his muzzle, eagerly looking for something. He found the sheep's ear, drew it into his mouth and began sucking on it like he had with David's hand. The video ended with Alex falling asleep like that...at least David assumed he was sleeping, because he'd gone completely still. "He does this almost every night. Sheldon the Sheep is his favorite stuffed animal."

"You named it Sheldon?"

"Oh, careful Alex!"

Alex was walking, rather wobbly, on all four legs as he made his way towards David's open bedroom door. Kurt jumped up and jogged to shut the door, effectively sealing off Alex's escape path. "He walks like he's drunk." Alex had fallen onto his side, again, and was flailing his little paws in the air, trying to figure out how to right himself, again.

Kurt stared blankly, looking at the back of David's door. There was a poster there. It had a plain black background with a large police badge-type shield on it. The badge was white, with a thin, red cross dividing the shield into quarters. The cross of Saint George the Dragon Slayer, the patron saint of slayers. The badge was the symbol of slayers. "I suppose this is how it feels to find a Klan hood in a friend's closet." Kurt felt numb; he trusted David. How could David support those…monsters?

"Oh, come on. The slayers aren't a hate group. They work for the police and the government. Someone has to keep the unhumans in line."

"The Nazis worked for the government too." Kurt bent down and began scooping up Alex's mat and bottle, roughly shoving them back into the bag.

"Oh, come on Kurt. Normal police aren't equipped to take care of unhumans. Someone has to." David dropped to the floor and picked up Alex; Kurt couldn't leave without his kid, and David didn't want Kurt to leave. Or Alex for that matter; he liked the little bugger.

"Which would be fine, if the slayers only went after bad unhumans. Slayers harass anyone they think might be an unhuman, whether or not they've done anything wrong. And people let them because they hate unhumans so much. Slayers are the reason I'm afraid to bring Alex out in public. What it something happened? What if they hurt him?"

"Not all slayers are like that." Kurt made a grab for Alex, but David held him close to his chest, cuddling him.

"How would you know?"

"Because I want to be one."

Kurt's eyes went wide, his face pale. "And what if someday your boss sends you to hurt Alex?"

"It wouldn't happen."

"How do you know?"

David stroked Alex's fur, scratching him behind the ear. Alex was starting to get fidgety; he probably knew they were arguing. "Because you'd raise Alex right. You wouldn't let him become like those other monsters."

Monsters? Kurt grit his teeth and set his jaw. "Slayers attack unhumans for the least of offenses. Someday, no matter how I raise him, Alex will be a teenager. No matter what a parent does, all teenagers do stupid stuff. What if he gets in a fight at school, huh? The slayers would brand him a dangerous threat and they'd have all the justification they need to kill him."

"Well, if I'm a slayer, I could make sure that doesn't happen. I could talk to them."

Kurt shook his head sadly. "This isn't just about Alex. What about the unhumans out there, in the exact same situation, without a slayer to vouch for them? Somewhere out there, there is a parent of an unhuman who loves their child just as much as I love Alex, who will lose their baby someday because the slayers are trigger-happy sociopaths." Kurt reached between them and took Alex, successfully this time. Alex whimpered, but otherwise didn't struggle. David stood up, but didn't follow as Kurt left his bedroom and then his house. David frowned before slamming his door and collapsing on his bed.