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Dave

I was either dreaming or had died and gone to heaven, because there I was, in my living room, kissing Kurt Hummel. And best of all, he'd kissed me! Something I never thought would happen. Ever. But unfortunately it didn't last as long as I'd wanted it to.

'Well well well...' said a familiar voice from the door, and Kurt and I sprang apart. I spun around to see Lauren standing in the doorway, an amused look spread across her face. I could feel myself flushing red, and stared at Lauren, not knowing what to say.

'Davey, you could of told me you were bringing someone round. I could of given you some privacy,' she said with a wink in my direction.

'Lauren!' I exclaimed and she let out a fit of laughter.

'I take it that this is "Fancy"' she said, looking at Kurt, who was now sporting a very confused expression.

'How did you know that Dave called me that?' he asked curiously.

'That's your name in his phone,' she said with a giggle. 'I'm Lauren, Davey's sister.'

'Hi Lauren, I'm Kurt,' Kurt replied with a smile.

She looked down at the table where Kurt's bag was rested against one of the legs. She looked back up at Kurt.

'Is that real?' she asked. What the hell? Did she just ask Kurt if his bag was real? I was utterly confused, but Kurt glanced over at his bag and nodded with a smile.

'My dad got it me for my birthday. Well technically, I asked him for it and he had no idea who Francis Lutali was so he gave me the money for it,' Kurt explained.

Who the hell was Francis Lutali?

Lauren immediately started going on about this guy and 'the new season' or something and Kurt happily chattered away about it.

I was glad that Kurt was getting along with my sister. And that she wasn't embarrassing me. I sat and let them talk, my mind wondering back to before Lauren had barged in.

Kurt had kissed me.

Wow. That was all I could think. The look on his face after he'd pulled back. It was as if he was hinting for me to tell him whether or not what he did was alright. And then I'd leaned in and kissed him and he'd kissed back and GOD his lips felt good! I'd always imagined that he'd taste of strawberries and candyfloss, but it was more like cherry chapstick. It didn't matter though, it tasted even better than I thought it would. The thought of his delicate hands, touching my shoulders and my neck and lightly brushing the bottom of my hair sent shivers down my spine. If I'd died there and then, I would have died the happiest man on Earth.

'I think Davey's drooling.' Lauren's voice cut straight through my line of thoughts and I shot her an evil glare. 'Anyway, you staying for dinner Kurt? I believe Davey's making it.'

'I think so, if that's alright with you and Dave obviously,' Kurt replied, his politeness making him all the more adorable.

'Of course you can!' Lauren interjected before I could speak.

'Lauren, since when was I cooking? I thought mum left us some stuff?' I asked her, but she just sent me a wicked grin.

'Well, I thought Kurt here might have wanted to try some of your famous pasta sauce. C'mon, I'm sure you could rustle some up especially,' she answered, with a subtle wink. 'Would you like that Kurt?'

'I never knew Dave could cook,' he simply said, looking between my sister and I.

'I can't cook, it's just some sauce that I learnt to make when I was like, 14 or something. It's nothing special,' I insisted.

'He's just being modest, it's amazing. Go on Davey, just this once?' Lauren had said.

Kurt was looking up at me, his eyes wide and his lips spread into a smile that was so god damn hard to resist. I looked back to Lauren who was grinning at me. God I hated her. Well I didn't hate her, but she was freakin' annoying.

'Fine,' I said in a sigh. 'Let me go switch the hob on. Want another drink whilst I'm in there?' I asked Kurt, who nodded and handed me his glass. I went to the kitchen and pulled out everything I needed before turning on the hob to let it heat up. I heard Kurt and Lauren giggling in the living room. Oh god, what was she saying about me? I tried to listen in, but couldn't hear much of their muffled conversation.

'I'm just going to go and help Dave with the drinks, I'll just be a tick,' I heard Lauren say and then she all but ran to the kitchen, shuffling over to me as I poured Kurt a drink.

'Well Davey, you got a keeper there!' she said with a grin.

'Oh shush, Lauren. I'm just his friend, that's all I am to him,' I said, trying to keep my voice down so Kurt didn't hear.

'Yeah, he looked like he really wanted to be your friend when he was straddling you whilst practically sucking your face off,' she said, smirking as she spoke.

'It was not like that! He did not straddle me!' I swallowed. I could not think about the idea of Kurt straddling me, that was a little too inappropriate to be thinking about right now. 'And he was not sucking my face off! I'm not actually sure how that happened, to be honest,' I added.

She beamed as I turned my attention to prepping the food. 'God Davey, you're so blind! You're gaga over him, and he's obviously not complaining as he didn't mind kissing you. In fact, I'd say he totally has the hots for you!' she said. That thought made my stomach flutter (which could possibly be the most girly experience of my life, but it felt oh so good!).

'I'm not so sure Lauren, it might not have been like that. And why the hell did you get me to make dinner? I'm not the exactly the best cook in the world, he's going to think it's shit!' I complained.

Lauren sighed and patted my shoulder. 'You cannot possibly fail to impress him with this! And we both know that you want to impress him, so cut the crap and cook him some god damn delicous food!'

With that, she took Kurt's drink, plus a can of soda for herself, and strutted back to the living room. That girl would be the death of me!

Kurt

Okay, so I'd only met Lauren 20 minutes ago but, considering that her first sight of me was when I was kissing her brother, we were getting along pretty well. She was telling me about where she worked in this shop up the mall and she impressed me with her knowledge of fashion. She'd gone to the kitchen after Dave and came back a few minutes later with a refill for me.

'So Kurt, you know Davey from school right?' she'd asked me. I wasn't sure whether she knew about the whole bullying situation, so I decided to skip that topic.

'Erm, yeah, we've been going to school together since elementary.'

'When did you become friends?' she questioned. She seemed genuinely interested. Yes, I really did wish I had a sister.

'Well, we started speaking properly a couple of weeks back when he,' I thought of way to word it. 'Spoke to me about some issues. We've kind of got to know each other a bit more since then.'

'I'm kind of glad you're there for him. I mean, we've never really been best buds, but I like to know he has someone to look out for him. And when I talked to him he practically forced me out of his room. Turns out he's pretty touchy about a certain topic, but he probably hasn't covered that with you.' She grimaced, as if realising what she had just said, and went to speak, but I got in first.

'What topic?' I quickly interjected.

'Let's just say, Dave's didn't feel like spilling his feelings about certain... people. I guess he's not the type to have a heart to heart with his sister.' I couldn't actually imagine Dave having a heart to heart with his anyone. And I'd had a sort of heart to heart with him.

'Yeah, I can see that. He was pretty nervous when he was talking to me before. I suppose he's not used to talking about that sort of stuff with people,' I added. Lauren was beaming at me.

'But he does talk about stuff with your, right?' she asked.

I nodded. 'Yeah, I guess I was just the only one who he thought would understand his situation.'

'I'm sure that's not the only reason,' she muttered, slightly under her breath. I wasn't sure if she'd said it not wanting me to hear. She looked up at me.

'Well, thanks Kurt,' she continued. I felt quite proud about who I was to Dave's sister. It was as though she counted on me for Dave, but I didn't feel under pressure as I knew she was always there for if I wasn't.

'That's alright, Lauren. I'll be there for him and you need to be the one to dish the dirt if he's not speaking to me about something,' I said with a giggle.

'Dinner's ready!' we heard Dave call from the kitchen and I was lead to the dining room by Lauren. She offered me a seat and then went to the kitchen. Dave came back carrying two plates.

'Where'd Lauren go?' I asked.

'Oh, she has some work to do I think so she's up in her room eating,' he mumbled, flushing slightly red. He set the food in front of me on the table. 'Enjoy' he added with a smile, and that feeling was back, the little butterflies flying around in my stomach and those lips made me think back to our kiss.

Good gaga, what the hell was I feeling for David Karofsky?