Dave

I sat across from Kurt, watching as he dug his fork into his dinner. He pulled it to his mouth and took a bite. I watched eagerly to see what he thought and as he chewed he smiled and nodded.

'Well, Dave Karofsky,' he said after he'd swallowed his mouthful. 'Who knew you'd secretly be a great cook?'

I couldn't help but feel relieved at his approval of my cooking.

'You're too kind, really it's just a bit of pasta sauce!' I muttered and took a bite of my own. Nope, it hadn't magically changed into the best tasting food in the world, but I guess it wasn't too bad. I'd had enough practise making it.

'Sorry I had to leave you with Lauren,' I added, hoping that she hadn't said a load of really embarrassing things about me. I especially hoped she hadn't told Kurt that I liked him. Or did I? I kind of wanted Kurt to know, but maybe it was a bit weird getting it from my sister. Was kissing him back enough to show him I liked him or would he not get the hint?

Kurt shook his head and said, 'Don't worry about it Dave, I really like your sister. She really does care about you, y'know,' before taking another mouthful.

He let out an audible moan and added, 'This food is so good!'

Was it weird to think that right there was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard? Anyway, stop thinking about that Dave, go back to what he'd said!

'Hm, I don't know. We've never been close, in fact right now I'd say we're the closest we've ever been. When I told her about me. Or rather, you told her about me,' I explained. His eyes immediately widened.

'Oh yeah, sorry about that,' he said, his expression turning soft and guilty.

'No, no, no! Don't worry about it. Actually, I'm kind of glad she found out. Even if it did mean that she decided to ask me every question under the sun about it, and if she thinks that it'll make me want to watch America's Next Top Model with her,' I clarified.

Kurt let a laugh escape at this and then paused, arranging his face into a more serious expression.

'Dave, will you do me a favour?' he said. Now that worried me.

'Erm... sure, I-I guess?' I stammered. He reached across the table to where my hand was lazily resting and placed his delicate porcelain fingers over it. He was touching my hand. Crap, someone had said that meant something. Wish I'd listened to all those girls now when they were chatting shit about how they knew boys liked them.

'If I'm not there for you to speak to, or if there's something you're not too comfortable discussing with me, talk to Lauren, alright?' I immediately shifted in my seat and he carried on. 'I know you said that you're not exactly that close, but she seems to really care about you and really want to support and help you.'

'I know, Lauren's trying to help but it's sort of cringey,' I admitted, resisting a shiver that was building up due to Kurt running his fingers over mine.

'I just like to know that there's always someone there if you don't feel comfortable talking to me,' he said and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. 'What?'

'You seem really worried about it. Why?' I asked. He looked down for a minute, his forehead crinkling.

'I-I just... I just like to know that you're okay. You're probably think I'm really strange saying this, but I kind of worry about you. I'm not sure why,' he confessed. Damn, there went those little butterflies again.

'Kurt, you don't have to worry about me. As adorable as it is, I'm a big guy, I can take care of myself, even if I do need a bit of support about it. I'll be fine, honestly,' I muttered. Shit, had I just said he was adorable?

'I know, I'm sorry. I'd just like to know that you'll turn to Lauren if you don't want to turn to me, alright?' he said. I nodded but he raised his eyebrows. 'Promise?'

'I promise,' I mumbled and he gave me a big smile, squeezing my hand.

We settled back into the small talk, him telling me about Glee and asking questions about football, which I'm sure he didn't understand my replies to, but happily nodded and added little comments. And the whole time we spoke, he didn't let go of my hand.

Kurt

I was really enjoying my time at Dave's. After dinner he'd shown me up to this bedroom, and like before it hadn't been what I'd expected. I'm not sure what I was expecting. Perhaps superman wallpaper from when he was 10 and mismatching furniture and clothes thrown around the floor. A typical boys bedroom. But it was actually a lot neater than I thought it'd be, everything was put away in drawers or on shelves. His bed was neatly made and had a white cover over it. The walls were painted a pale shade of blue and made the room seem bright and airy.

I was starting to think that Dave's family had a fascination with shelves. Dave had a bookshelf here too, filled with books similar to the ones downstairs, as well as other various biographies and fantasy novels. He had a shelf of trophies for football, hockey and basketball, some of them very recent and some dating back to when he was younger. Pictures were in frames around the room, him when he was younger with his friends and family and some more recent ones now. His team photos from football, some pictures of him and Azimio at parties. His room was happy. Everything in here was positive and bright. I also noticed a guitar resting in the corner below a window.

'You play?' I asked, walking over to pick it up and examine it.

'Not very well. I'm had lessons a couple of years back,' he muttered. 'I'd play you something, but you'll think I'm crap.'

'No! Go on! Play something,' I insisted.

He hesitated before taking the guitar from me and sitting on his desk chair, fitting the guitar comfortably on his knee. He then raised his hand to the strings and began to gently pluck them. A familiar tune filled the room and I rested on the end of his bed.

I'd expected Dave to play quite roughly, but his large hands pulled at each string gracefully and the tune was soft and calm. I wasn't expecting him to sing the song, but after a couple more plucks he took a deep breath, looking up to me and started to sing.

'I can't fight this feeling any longer.

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.

What started out as friendship has grown stronger,

I only wish I had the strength to let it show.

And evan as I wander,

I'm keeping you in sight.

You're a candle in the window,

On a cold, dark winter's night.

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars,

Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore.'

Dave's voice was smooth and relaxing, although I'd expected it to be deep and rough. He was actually quite a good singer. He was still looking at me as he removed his guitar from underneath his arms and set it down against his desk.

'You're good!' was my first reaction. 'Really, really good.'

'I'm really not,' he insisted.

'Don't lie! You are. And you have great song selection,' I told him and he gave a lopsided smile.

'That's the first song that came into my head when I looked at you,' he said and then his forhead wrinkled and he squeezed his eyes closed. I assumed that one wasn't meant to have been let slip.

'Well, I really liked it. Honestly, it was great,' I said, making my way over to him and giving him a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder. He looked up at me and stood up so that my eyes were in line with the top of his chest. I looked up at him smiling down at me and there it was again. My heart fluttering away.

Dave Karofsky had sang to me. And I really was a hopeless romantic. My hand made my way up to his jaw, which tensed beneath my touch and I leaned up so that our faces were closer.

'It really was great,' I whispered. Dave automatically leant into me and softly pressed his lips against mine. My lips began to move with his as I brought my arms up to wrap around his neck, his hands resting gently on my waist. We stood there for a few minutes, kissing, taking in one anothers scents and tastes. It would have been longer, but there was a sudden vibration on my thigh, which made Dave jump and immediately seperate from me. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion and I dug into my pocket.

'It's my phone!' I explained and he relaxed.

'Darn! My dad wants me home. Sorry, Dave. I've had a really good time!' I quickly blurted. I was lead out onto the landing where I called a quick goodbye to Lauren and then ran down the stairs, collecting my bag and shoes. Dave held the door open for me and we said our goodbyes and I left. I clambered into my car and drove off, noticing Dave in my rear view mirror, still standing at the door watching me.

Oh my god. I'd kissed him. Twice. Well this time he'd kissed me. Even better, right?

Did this mean that he liked me? Did this mean I liked him? Well I knew the answer to the second one. Darn it. I was falling for Dave Karofsky!

Thought I'd add in another quick smoochy session ;) And Dave HAD to sing the song which this stories named after. I thought it really described the relationship he has with Kurt in this story. Anyway! I hope you enjoyed :)