Dave

Kurt and I hanging out had become more regular. And I loved it. We'd meet after school, on weekends, at my house, at his (when Finn wasn't around), at the shopping centre or the park. It didn't really matter where we met, we always ended up having a good time. The meetings sometimes ended with a kiss, and I really liked the ones that did. Kurt held my hand in the places where we knew we wouldn't see anyone. His delicate fingers entwining in mine was amazing. His thumb would carefully massage the end of mine in the most relaxing way. I could have him do it all day.

It had been a couple of weeks since we first went out and Kurt and I had arranged to meet for coffee. We'd been a few times for coffee, usually when we had nothing left to do inside the house or we were feeling thirsty out. I ordered for both Kurt and I, reciting his usual long worded coffee order. He looked surprised when I lead him away with 2 cups.

'You got my coffee?' he asked curiously as we took a seat in a booth on one side of the room.

'Yeah. Thought it'd save you getting it,' I told him, opening mine to add sugar.

'Oh,' was all he said as he mimicked me. His forehead creased in thought and then he looked back up at me. 'Where are we David?' he asked gently.

I looked around in confusion. 'We're at the coffee shop?'

'I'm not that thick, Dave! I know we're at the coffee shop. I meant where are we, as in you and I. What sort of relationship do we have?'

This was the same question I'd been asking myself. I took it we were past the friendship zone. I mean, come on, what sort of friends kiss each other all the time. Well, accept maybe Brittany and Santana.

'Where would you like us to be, Kurt?' I asked. I didn't want to go and tell him where I wanted to be, in case he thought it was too much. I knew that I wouldn't mind where ever he wanted to be with me though. Whether he wanted us to be just friends or boyfriends, as long as I got some sort of relationship with him.

He bit his lip and swirled his coffee, not looking up. 'I... I'd like to be with you,' he almost whispered. He still didn't look up, as if he was embarrassed or worried. I leant across and rested my hand on his, tucking it into his loose fist.

'Well that's good,' I told him. 'Because I'd like to be with you too.'

His head snapped up. 'Really? I mean I know you said you liked me and agreed to an us and everything, but I wasn't sure what 'us' meant. Does that make us... boyfriends?'

'If you want us to be. Whatever you want me to be, I'll be it,' I said.

He squeezed on my hand and smiled at me. 'Then I want you to be my boyfriend, Mr Karofsky.'

That sounded so strange, but I liked it. I loved it! Kurt wanted me to be his boyfriend. Stuff like this did not happen to guys like me!

'Well, Mr Hummel. That I shall be,' I said with a smile, but my smile quickly faded. 'Kurt. Not that I'm objecting or anything, but are you sure you really want me? I mean, I'm a big dumb closet case, who's not comfortable with people knowing yet. I wouldn't want it to ruin whatever little boyfriend fantasy about holding hands down the hallway you had. Not that I wouldn't want to be like that, a proper boyfriend. I just... I can't do it, I can't tell everybody. And I don't want that to hold you back.'

Kurt was still smiling at me. 'I don't care Dave. I'll still see you out of school, and I can text you in school. And my boyfriend fantasy won't be ruined if my boyfriend likes me as much as I hope you do.'

'I'm not sure how much you think I like you, but trust me it's a whole lot!' I said, bringing up my left hand to drink my coffee.

'Well, I like you a whole lot too,' Kurt said and copied my action.

There was so much I wanted to say right there. You're the hottest guy I've ever seen. I can't stop thinking about you. I love you.

No, I wasn't going to ruin this before we even started. It was too early. I'd ease into that slowly, but for now I was there holding Kurt's hand and agreeing to be his boyfriend.

His boyfriend.

Kurt

So after I'd confessed that I wanted to be with Dave, he had agreed and now we were boyfriends. Not on the edge of dating or close friends or any of that mumbo jumbo. Boyfriends.

The first thing I wanted to do when I got home was tell. My best friends. But half of them I couldn't. In fact non of them I could. Except for one.

Blaine hadn't spoken to me since I saw him. Before that he hadn't spoken to me for a while either, but now I needed someone I could tell.

The phone only rang twice before Blaine picked up. 'Kurt!' he answered with. It was as if he'd expected me to call.

'Hey Blaine, you doing okay?'

'Yeah, great. I'm glad I saw you the other week, we hadn't spoken for a while.' Well it was good to know that we'd both recognised this.

'I know, and how could I live without some good ol' Blaine advise,' I chuckled.

'You listen to my advice? I thought it was pretty terrible to be honest. But yeah, we should meet up some time. I don't want to drift.'

I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see this.

'Of course I do. And I don't either, I guess that's harder now that we're both in relationships.'

I'd dropped that in there to avoid awkwardly saying 'Oh by the way, I have a boyfriend now.' I heard him pause for a few seconds and then it was as if a light bulb switched on.

'You have a boyfriend now? That's great! Who is it?' Was he kidding? He'd seen me just a couple of weeks ago, on a date with a guy. I wasn't exactly turning all the guys away.

'Dave...' I said.

'Oh,' said Blaine. He didn't say anything. I couldn't tell whether he was thinking of what to say, or didn't approve.

'What?' I muttered down the phone.

'Nothing. It's just... I didn't think you'd date him. He's not exactly your type. Of course I didn't mind you being friends and all, but I thought that's just what you were. You never said he was your boyfriend at Primo.'

'We only really cleared things up today. And what do you mean, he's not my type? What is my type, Blaine?'

'I just meant, he's a bit rough. I wouldn't expect you to like that sort of guy... you know you seem more...' he drifted off. I could hear him hesitating about whether he should continue or not.

'More what? Delicate? Girly? What Blaine?' My voice was raising slightly. I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. He was my friend. He should be happy for me as long as I'm happy, surely? I was happy for him and I didn't even know the guy he was dating. Yeah, most people would probably think that Dave and I were an odd couple as we were so different. But we weren't. I've gotten to know Dave and I knew that I shared some aspects with him. I liked the idea of him being rough in some ways. It made me feel safe, as long as he wasn't rough to me.

'I didn't mean it that way, Kurt. Look I'm sorry. I guess I'm just worried. You've not exactly got the best history, and you've explained it all to me I know. Just promise you'll be careful, make sure he treats you right.'

'Oh. Okay Blaine. I'll make sure of it. So how did it go with Aaron?' Even though I'd been prepared to spill my heart to Blaine about Dave, I realised now that it probably wasn't the best idea. Of course I didn't expect Blaine to like Dave immediately, after all that I'd told him about how Dave was. I'd kind of hoped that Blaine would just agree with me though, I needed someone to talk to about Dave and how sweet he was, how we held hands and kissed and laughed together. If I didn't have Blaine to talk to, and I certainly didn't want to talk to my dad about it, I didn't have anyone.

I still listened to Blaine going on about Aaron. I wasn't so selfish as to only call him up to talk about me. I wanted to know how he was doing too. His relationship with Aaron seemed great, certain aspects mimicking mine and Dave's relationship. But they were more public. A lot more PDA's (public displays of affection) were involved.

Of course I'd like to be proud and happy more publicly about my new boyfriend. I felt terrible not being able to tell my best friends. I was dying to drop some hints to Mercedes, but I wasn't going to do something Dave would be uncomfortable with. Also, I was sure that she wouldn't pick them up anyway. I mean, who would guess that I was now dating the very straight seeming, rough and tough jock who bullied me for years.

So yes, Dave being out would be great. I wouldn't have to fight the temptation to hold his hand and kiss him whenever I wanted to. I could talk to him at school and he could walk me to class. Do things boyfriends do. But more importantly, I was actually with Dave. Even if I couldn't tell anybody, Dave was my boyfriend. I'd rather be his boyfriend in secret, than be his ex-boyfriend and have everyone know about it.

Blaine spoke for ages and when I finally got off of the phone with him, I went through the list of people I could talk to about Dave. I crossed names off in my head, coming to a small amount of people. I had my dad and Dave. And I didn't think talking to Dave about him was the best idea.

But there was one more person I hadn't thought about. I didn't see how I could have missed her.

I ran upstairs and found Carole sitting alone in the living room. Dad and Finn had gone to a basketball game and so Carole and I were home alone.

'Hey, Carole. Can't I talk to you?' I asked. She looked up at me and gestured for me to come and sit with her.

'Of course you can, Kurt. What did you want to talk about?'

'Dave.'

Her eyebrows shot up. 'Oh? You've been spending a lot of time with him. Did anything happen?'

'Yeah. We sort of agreed to be... together,' I explained. I waited for her reaction. I knew Carole knew about everything I'd been through with Dave, but she also knew that I liked him this much. She must have been thinking about that because she revealed a wide grin and engulfed me in a hug.

'Oh my God, Kurt! That's great!'

So I'd found someone to talk to Dave about. She listened to me talk about our 'dates' and how we held hands and kissed. I knew that my dad would be very uncomfortable talking about this, but Carole was completely fine about it. She nodded and awed in all of the right places, and I think she was genuinely happy for me.

She made us both tea and we sat and drank it as we chatted about my life and Dave and she told me a couple of stories about boyfriends she'd had and her late husband and of course me dad. I felt so close to Carole at that moment. Of course, since she'd moved in we'd become close. I'd sorted her wardrobe for her, which I believed her to be appreciative of, and she'd took on the role of being a mother to me. Well, not a mother. She wasn't my mother of course. But she tried her best to act like one. I knew I could talk to her and she wouldn't care. As long as I was happy. She really was great.

'Thanks Carole,' I muttered.

'That's alright, Kurt. It's good to talk to you like this. Finn would never come to me with things like this of course,' she told me. I could see we both appreciated this relationship, the type we'd never get with the other members of our family.

'I'm going to head off to bed now, I need my beauty sleep,' I said and she smiled and nodded.

'Night sweetie,' she said.

I was glad to finally have gotten out everything I wanted to say about Dave. How his hazel eyes had me daydreaming and the way his hands fitted over mine. I was glad I could talk to someone about that. I could finally sleep now that I knew I had someone there to talk to when I needed them.

Dave

I couldn't sleep. Not for any bad reason. Not because I was in pain, or because I was upset or angry. I was too happy to sleep. It was as if I'd gotten high off of Kurt. The thought of Kurt being my boyfriend just made me think about it more. Now I could kiss him and hold his hand and his waist whenever I wanted. I could tell him how I felt about him and that I couldn't stop thinking about him, and it wouldn't be creepy. I could tell him how hot he looked in those jeans. I could basically do what I'd been dying to do since Kurt and I began our strange friendship.

Of course I'd been excited when I got home and I had one person I needed to tell. I ran upstairs and barged into Lauren's room. It was a good job that she wasn't undressing or whatever because I didn't even bother to knock. She looked up at me with a frown. She was sat on her bed, her laptop propped up on her thighs.

'Ever heard of knocking?' she growled, but noticed my expression. 'What's got you so happy?'

'I'm going out with Kurt,' I told her. She looked confused.

'But, haven't you just got back from going out with him?' she asked.

'Yes, I mean we're dating, he's my boyfriend!' I clarified.

She threw her laptop off of her lap and onto her bed and came bounding up to me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace.

'Oh my God, Davey! I'm so happy for you!' she exclaimed.

'Thanks, Lauren!' I said into her hair. 'I'm just so freakin' happy! Thanks for helping me with him and all that stuff.'

'That's what I'm here for, bro! Does this mean you're going to be dishing the dirt on everything you guys do?' She pulled out of the embrace and wiggled her eyebrows at me, making me blush.

'God, Lauren! Why do I ever tell you this stuff?'

She laughed at me. 'Because I'm an awesome sister and I give the best advice in the world. Why wouldn't you?'

She had a point there. I 'dished the dirt' on how Kurt and I had come to this and the way he held my hand and looked up at me through his lashes. Okay so I missed out some parts about how I thought his ass looked really hot and how him kissing me made my heart flutter. I'm sure she'd take the piss out of me for that.

'I'm really happy for you, Davey. You're so cute together! And this means I know you'll be kissing when you have him over, so I won't have to awkwardly disturb you.' I blushed again. She had a real knack for walking in on Kurt and I kissing. It wasn't that I minded her knowing about it, it was more of the fact that I had to stop kissing him.

So I'd lay in bed, thinking about Kurt. His glasz eyes and coiffed hair and the way he blushed when I said something like he looked good. I could never grow tired of him. Kissing him and holding his hand.

Because Kurt Hummel was my boyfriend.

So they're finally BOYFRIENDS! Also, I've started making my chapters longer? I'm not sure whether you noticed. Anyway, tell me if they get too long and drony. Enjoy :)