'Broke Our Mirrors'

[burnmeburnyou]

*first attempt at a Kurt Cobain/Dave Grohl Slash fic, it might be a little slow starting, but I really hope you guys like it? Not true, obviously never will be, and RIP Kurt*

Dave's P.O.V
Kurt's sat on the floor in front of the couch, leaning up against my legs, trying to make the tv work.
'Damn fucking thing!'
He punches it and watches placidly as the glass shatters around his hand.
I sigh and swing my legs off the sofa, narrowly missing kicking him in the head.
'Jesus Kurt! Now it's never gonna work!'
He shrugs sulkily, stretching his hand, then cracking his knuckles.
I shudder, standing up, and kicking some shit out of the way.
'Don't crack your knuckles, it makes me sick!'
He tips his head back, grinning evilly, and cracking them again just to spite me.
'Fuck you Cobain. Seriously!'
'you already do!'
I smack him upside the head on my way past, muttering about being hungry.
'There's a bit of pizza left on the counter, finish it, I won't eat it!'
'I know you won't, you live off coffee and fucking tinned beans!'
I shuffle into the kitchen, clearing myself a path, and pulling the pizza towards me, watching people walk by the window with my back to the door.

I start as I feel arms wrap around my middle, then lean back comfortably.
'Kurt? Your a fucking lunatic you know?'
He huffs next to my ear, Digging his fingertips softly into my ribs.
'Am not! Anyway, I'm bored, can we do something fun?'
'Like what?! There's Nothing to do around here! Unless you can find something?'
Kurt sighs, and his shoulders slump.
'True, god, I'm so bored! I'm going to bed, I'll see you later!'
He pulls away from me, and wanders up to bed. I finish off the pizza, and shove the plate into the sink.
I walk back to the sofa and sit on it, pulling my legs up underneath me, fiddling with the peeling leather on the sofa. I pick up my notepad and start scribbling down lyrics and tapping out a rhythm on my leg, humming the words under my breath.
'Hey, Dave? Whys there no duvet?!'
'Uhh, I have no idea!'
'Come up here a second yeah?'
'M'kay, hold on, I'll be there in a second!'
I shove the notepad underneath the cushions on the sofa, hiding it away from Kurt.
I wander up the stairs and into the bedroom, squealing when Kurt tackles me onto the bed, and duvet.
'I thought you said there was no duvet?'
'I lied, I was lonely, talk to me!'
'Uhh, about what?'
'I don't know, just talk, I can't sleep!'
I start rambling about our set list for the other night, talking about how It could have been better, and how bad I played that night.
He starts blinking slowly, and a couple of times, I stop talking to see if he's asleep, but when I start to talk about how I fucked up a few of the songs, one of his eyes shoots open and he glares at me.
'You played fine Grohl. You know it!'
'shut up, I didn't! Didn't you hear when I kept messing up?'
'no! Cause you played perfectly! You always do!'
I prod him in the ribs.
'shut up Cobain, your just being kind!'
He grumbles and pulls the duvet up over his eyes.
I slowly stand up, trying not to disturb him in case he's already asleep.
'Where the fuck do you think you're going?'
'Uh, to my own bed?'
'Hmph, Kay, seeya in the morning!'
I heave myself out of the bed, and flick the light off on my way out, heading towards my room, flopping onto my bed, and pulling the duvet up around me, not even bothering to change out of my clothes.

I jolt awake, hearing someone screaming, then noticing the raging storm and lightning.
They scream again and I shake myself awake, stumbling out of bed, and walking along the landing, figuring that the sounds are coming from Kurts room.
Pushing the door open, the first thing I see is Kurt, huddled in his duvet in the corner of the room, sobbing and screaming.
Slowly, I walk over to him, crouching in front of him, and pushing his thick, blonde hair out of his face.
'Hey, hey, what's up?'
He doesn't speak, just leans into me, shaking violently.
'c'mere!'
I sit down, cross legged and pull him into my lap, wrapping my arms round him.
'what's wrong?'
'Th-the st-storm!'
'Oh! You don't like it?'
'n-no, fucking t-terrified of it!'
There's a huge clap of thunder, and he yelps, curling closer to me, whimpering slightly.
I struggle to think of something that might calm him down a little.
'What can I do to help?'
'sleep with me.'
I blink, look at him and blink again.
'n-not like that idiot! I j-just mean stay in th-the same bed w-with me!'
I hesitate slightly, and there's another, huge roll of thunder, causing Kurt to whimper, and cling to me, terrified.
'Okay, c'mon!'
Slowly, I stand up, picking him up with me. I walk over to the bed, and I settle him under the covers, before walking to the other side, and sliding between them myself!
As I'm slowly falling to sleep, lightning strikes right outside the window, causing Kurt to squeal and grab onto me, sobbing slightly.
I push my hand into his hair, stroking it softly.
'it's gonna be alright, storms pass!'
He shudders, pushing himself underneath my arm. Taking that as a hint, I wrap It round him, pulling him closer, desperate to stop him crying. He snuggles into my chest, trying to take control of his erratic, frantic breathing.
The storm slowly eases off, until there's just the light pitter-patter of rain against the glass pane. I realise that Kurt is still very much awake, and still has his arms wrapped, in a vice-like grip around my waist.
'Kurt? Kurt are you okay?'
He sighs and his grip loosens slightly, allowing me to breath more easily.
'Thanks for staying with me, it helped. A lot.'
'that's okay! You know how much I'd do for you!'
His breathing evens out again, and he starts drifting to sleep.
I find myself slowly falling into a slumber too, so I make myself more comfortable, and let myself sleep.

Kurt's P.O.V
I blink awake, trying to remember how I came to be, in effect, cuddling, with Dave. Slowly, slowly, clumsily, my mind pieces everything together. The storm. My fear. Dave's hugs. I roll over, trying not to wake him, and watch as the perfect, golden sun, peeks its way out from the horizon, pushing, slowly, steadily, into the pale blue sky. I reminisce on the past night, and how pathetic I must have looked to Dave, and how stupid my fear of thunderstorms is.
'Kurt? You're awake right?'
I nod, and shudder slightly as he huffs out a breath that goes straight down my spine.
'how are you?'
'Uhh, good, thanks, you?'
'Oh I'm fine, I would offer you breakfast, but that's pointless, because you don't eat breakfast, and I'm too comfy to move! You know, I think we should swap beds!'
I roll over to face him, placing my index finger on his nose, making him go cross-eyed, which is, admittedly, kind of cute.
'Hell no! This is the best bed in the house, and I am not giving it up to you!'
He pouts moodily and looks at me with big doleful eyes.
'Please Kurt, pretty, pretty please?'
'No! It's mine!'
He giggles and I take the opportunity to change the subject.
'Do you think I'm pathetic? Because of last night?'
'No! Why would I?!'
'well, because it's kinda lame to be scared of thunderstorms!' I say, rolling back, so that my back is facing him.
'no it's not! I'm scared of stuff too you know!' He says, tracing invisible patterns on my back, making me shudder and writh away from him.
'Tickles, and I guess...'
He chuckles and tugs my hair.
'Meant it to!'
I shut my eyes, and relax, smiling to myself.
'Kurt? You asleep again?'
I don't reply, just tap my fingers against his hipbone to say no.
'You boring sod, I'll be back in a minute, I've got something to show you!'
'Christ Grohl, if you come back, naked balancing a potato on your dick, I swear, I will not hesitate to murder you!'
He barks out a laugh and mutters sarcastically,
'Damn Cobain, you know me too well! You ruined my surprise now!'
He putters off, and I hear the stairs creak under his feet.
I take the opportunity to steal the duvet, sit up, propped against the headboard, and wrap it round my shoulders, cocooning myself in it.

He returns after ten minutes, with coffee for me, and a little black leather bound notebook.
He hands me the coffee and tugs one side of the duvet out of my grasp, sitting underneath it himself, pressed up against my side, inexplicably sending an involuntary shiver up my spine.
Taking a sip of the coffee, I sigh contentedly, grinning at him.
'Damn Dave, you sure know how to treat a woman! So, what're you going to show me?'
He laughs and flips open the notebook, sitting it on my lap.
'I wrote these, I thought we could use them in songs?'
I read through them, flicking through the pages.
'These are really good! You should do something with them, not Nirvana, your own thing!'
He looks contemplative, and drums his fingers on his knee.
'I might, I don't know!'
'Good, cause these are really good!'
He ducks his head and blushes slightly.
'Thanks!'
I finish my coffee, and set the mug on the bedside cabinet, leaning my head on his shoulder.
'Thank you, for last night, it helped, you being here!'
'No problem, I couldn't stand seeing you so terrified!'
I blush slightly, and get chills again when he starts playing with my hair, plaiting it.
Suddenly, he stands up.
'I should really get changed, I've worn these clothes for, like two days now!'
I nod and lie down in the bed again, thinking about nothing.
Why do I get chills when he touches me? I'm not ill, and it's not cold, but maybe, just maybe...

Dave's P.O.V
I think I might like Kurt. Like that. I can't though, I'm not into men! And anyway, he's straight, I'm sure of it, and even if he wasn't I definitely wouldn't be his type!
I change my clothes and shuffle back into his room, thinking it over, and trying to figure out when it started. I flop onto the bed, relaxing. It was probably about a month ago, when he was telling me that I was a really good singer. After he said it, I felt complete, and warm. I shake my head, realising he's talking to me.
'say that again, Kurt, I was in my own world!'
'I was saying that I think we should have a lazy day, take the duvet downstairs and put some disney movies on, 'cause I know your a sucker for bambi!'
'Kurt, as good as that sounds, you broke the tv, idiot, so unless you have a secret tv or a stash of cash somewhere, we won't be watching anything!'
'We do have a spare tv, remember? Krist and Pat brought it us, a while back!'
'Oh yeah! C'mon then!'
He grins all sappy and warm, and stands up, cracking his back.
'I swear, if you do that again, I will murder you!'
He smiles and grabs the duvet, tripping out the door and shambling down the stairs.
We both flop onto the sofa, and pull the duvet up over us. Just as I'm getting comfy, he cracks his knuckles, looking sheepishly up at me.
'Right, that's it!'
I leap at him from my place on the sofa, tickling him in the ribs, digging my fingers in, making him squeal and try to squirm away from me.
'No! Don't tickle me! I swear, I'll never do it again!'
'shut up, you're lying!'
He screams, laughing through it and desperately tries to wriggle away from me, which ends badly, with both of us tumbling onto the floor, him landing on top of me, and grinning evilly.
'Oh shit, now your gonna get it Grohl!'
He laughs and tickles me relentlessly.
'N-no, stop, I swear, I'll never complain again!'
He looks me dead in the eyes.
'Swear?'
'I swear!'
'Good! Cause Bambi's just starting, and I love that film!'
He giggles and kisses my nose happily, making me shudder and blush slightly. I climb back onto the sofa, curling next to him. Yup, you got it bad Dave, so bad.

When Bambi finishes, he gets up, and stretches, his back clicking, then looks at me pointedly, before flicking the tv off, and sitting back down, leaning against me, sighing sorrowfully.
's'up Kurt? You sound kinda down!'
'Oh, it's nothing, I just, I kinda like someone, and they don't like me back!'
'aw, how'dya know?'
'I just do, and it's kinda been dragging me down, they're really nice, and super-cute!'
I sigh inwardly, so he doesn't like me, he likes someone else!
'Why don't you just ask them? You don't know unless you ask!'
He shakes his head.
'I don't wanna make things awkward between the two of us! I'd hate it if they didn't talk to me because of it!'
I shrug and lean against him, thinking of how stupid I was for even hoping he might like me.

Kurt's P.O.V
How does he not know I like him?! It's so obvious! Maybe I should just tell him, but what if he hates me for it? What if he never talks to me again?
'hey, Dave? I kinda need to tell you something...'
'm'kay, go ahead!'
'I-I think I l-like you...' I stutter, blushing furiously, hiding behind my hair, waiting for the laughing to start.
'seriously? I think I like you too!'
I blink at him, completely shocked, and I can't think of anything to say!
He smiles at me, shy and cute, then looks down, picking at the leather on the sofa.
I watch him, then, purely out of mindless happiness, I lean forwards and kiss his lips softly, then pull back, shuffling awkwardly.
'sorry, sorry I shouldn't have-'
He cuts me off by kissing me back, his eyes flickering closed, all soft and warm, and something else, something so, Dave.
I kiss back gently, one hand drifting to his hip, the other in the small of his back, pulling him closer. He shifts closer to me, one of his hands tangling in the back of my hair, holding me close, the other hand on my hip, one finger slowly drawing lazy circles.
Slowly, hesitantly, my tongue flickers along his lower lip, and they part beneath my tongue.
Hesitantly I push my tongue into his mouth, pulling him onto my lap, both hands on his hips now.
His tongue meets mine and it sends a spark, like an electrical current through my body, and he deepens the kiss, pushing close to me until there's no space left for even air to pass through. I sigh happily, and nip his lip slightly, revelling in the tiny gasp it elicits from his lungs.
Suddenly the door opens, and Krist is in the doorway, blinking, his jaw hanging open.
'shit! What are you doing here?!'
'I came to see whether you guys needed anything, me and Pat are going shopping, but, uh, apparently you two are quite happy!'
I blush, flicking my eyes to Dave's face, then back to Krist.
'Yeah, I guess we are! Oh, but you could get some coffee beans and I'll nip round in the morning to pick them up from you!'
'Okay! You guys, err, have fun?'
'Oh don't worry, we will!'
I wink at him, kissing the corner of Dave's mouth to punctuate my sentence.
He turns and walks out, shutting the door behind him.
'Well, I know one thing for certain now!'
Dave looks up at me.
'Whats that then?'
'You, are an exceptionally good kisser!'
He blushes and looks down,
'Thanks...'
I giggle and place two fingers under his chin, tipping his head up, and leaning down to kiss him, slipping my tongue in between his lips, and tasting every inch of his mouth.
He sighs and melts into me, his arms round my neck, holding me to his lips.

Dave's P.O.V
By about 10pm, I've kissed Kurt loads, made grilled cheese, and had Kurt pick me up and sit me on the counter, kiss me slowly, almost sickeningly sweetly.
Just as I get into my room, I hear him call me, so I putter over to his room.
'where are you going, Grohl?'
'Uhh, to bed?'
'Sleep in here, it's cold without you.'
I giggle stupidly, and slip into bed next to him.
He smirks and looks in my eyes.
'Hi.'
'Hey.'
He smiles and captures my lips with his before I can finish what I was saying.
I stretch out along him, our bodies close enough so that it gets hard To tell where mine ends and his begins.
I slip my tongue between his lips, dipping it in and out occasionally, and digging my teeth into his lip softly, swallowing the moan it causes. I smirk softly, pulling back and leaning our foreheads together, studying his face, leaning in and nipping his lip, tugging it slightly with my teeth, then letting it fall back into place.
'Hey, we've got an interview tomorrow!'
'oh joy! I hate interviews!'
'Can we tell people? About this? Whatever this is?'
'What, us? Uhm, okay, but some people might not take it very well!'
'what are we to each other though? Friends? Lovers? Friends with benefits?'
'L-lovers? Is that okay?'
I grin and kiss him on the nose, giggling when he scrunches his nose up.
'God yes!'
He smiles and wraps his arms round my ribs, kissing my neck once, then shifting and kissing me slowly, Christ, so slowly, so laid back, so gently, so Him.

Kurt's P.O.V
The interviewer is really nice, she knows a lot about our band, and like a lot of good music. I've seen her before at one of our shows, and she actually knows each of our names, and has conversations with all of us.
'so, anyone got anyone special in their lives guys?'
Krist smiles and nods,
'I've got a beautiful girlfriend, who I love very much!'
Pat shakes his head, smiling.
'I'm just waiting to find the perfect girl!'
I look at her, then Dave, then the audience.
'Well actually yes! I've got Dave, and we're now officially together!'
He blushes and the crowd aw's. Someone in the back shouts 'kiss him!' so I turn to face him, tip his head up gently and press our lips together tenderly, the audience going insane. I pull back and blush slightly, pushing my hand into his and tangling our fingers together. He looks down at our hands and smiles, still blushing slightly.
'Thats so sweet Kurt! When did it become official?'
'Uh, just last night!'
'aw! You two make a good couple!'
'gee, thanks!'
I blush and Dave giggles, kissing me on the cheek.

Me and Dave walk through the door to our house, and straight away, I pick him up, and sit him on the counter, kissing him once, then pulling away, then repeating, teasing him.
'Mm, Kurt! That's mean!'
'Well do something about it then!'
He smirk and cups my face in his hands, leaning down and kissing me hard.
I place my hands either side of him, pushing myself onto my tiptoes, and kissing him back, nipping at his tongue. He fucking *purrs* and pushes one hand into my hair, playing with it slightly, then pulling back and grinning.
'The public took it better than you expected, didn't they?'
'Yeah, I thought there was going to be a lot more hate, but maybe I was just being pessimistic!'
He smiles, and kisses my, then hops down from the counter, and hugs me, burying his face in my neck.
'I'm so glad we told them today, and didn't keep it a secret!'
'me too love, me too!'
He grins and turns round, singing 'Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam', then squeaking when I wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his neck softly.
'You're so good at singing! Seriously, you should sing more!'
He blushes and spins round to face me, both hands on my upper arms.
I dip my head down, and kiss him softly, one hand moving up, into his hair, holding him close.
He whines and slips his tongue into my mouth, brushing our tongues together, giving me chills.
I lick into his mouth quickly, he tastes like liquorice, honey and coffee and something that, behind everything, is so positively Dave.
He sighs and melts into me, arms round my waist, smiling on my lips.
I giggle and bite his lip, tickling his ribs.

Dave's P.O.V
I still can't get over the fact that I'm actually in a relationship with Kurt motherfucking Cobain! I smile against his lips, whimpering happily when he bites my lip.
I pull away, kiss his nose, before turning and walking into the living room, curling up in my corner of the sofa. He follows me, looking like a confused, adorable puppy.
'Why'd you walk off? Did I do something?'
'No! I need to call my mom, I want to tell her about us!'
He smiles and sits next to me nuzzling my neck, watching as I dial my mom.
'hi mom!'
'hey sweetie! How's it going?'
'great thanks! Look, I've got something important to tell you!'
'fire away kid!'
'well, you know Kurt? Well, him and me, well we're, we're d-dating!'
'aww sweetie! That's so cute! You've gotta bring him round for dinner one day!'
'You've met him loads of times!'
'yeah, but not as your boyfriend!'
I smile,
'Okay ma, whatever you say!'
'Good, bye sweetie!'
'Bye mom!'
I giggle as Kurt kisses the corner of my mouth, then bites my cheek softly.
I squirm and push him off, then bury my hands in his hair, pulling him forward into a fast, hard kiss.
After a while, he pulls back, gasping for air, biting his lip, looking down.
'S'up Kurt?'
'Oh, nothing, just, that was fucking hot!'
I blush and giggle,
'anyway, my mom wants you to come round for your first dinner as my boyfriend!'
He lights up and grins.
'You called me your boyfriend! Yay! And your moms cool, so sure, why not!'
I laugh and hug him.
'Well you *are* my boyfriend!'
He smiles and kisses me slowly, pulling back and watching me.
'I've never had a boyfriend before...'
'Me neither, so we're even!'
He smiles softly and leans his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes.
I lay my head ontop of his, one hand in the bend of his knee, where it's folded up in my lap, the other plaiting his hair with one hand.
His breathing slows, and I realise he's asleep.
I watch him sleeping for a second, smiling.
*mine*
I pick him up, bridal style, and carry his up to his bed, setting him down on it, then straddling his hips, placing my hands on his chest and leaning down, kissing him gently to wake him up. Kurt's breath stutters and his eyes flickered open. He takes a moment to wake up, and kisses me back, gently at first, then harder, licking into my mouth, clutching his hands in my hair, making the kiss deeper. He whines and drops one hand to my hip, pulling me in closer. I sighs, leaning into him, whimpering under my breath as he pulls away from me, smiling at me.
'That was the best way I've been woken up in my life!'
I blush and push my hair out of my face,
'It was meant to be!'
He grins up at me,
'you're kind of really adorable when you blush!'
I smirk at him and flop onto the bed, laying on my side next to him.
He rolls over to face me and watches me watch him.
'When did you start liking me?'
I blink and try to think.
'Uhm, I don't know actually, I've liked you for a while I think!'
He grins and shrugs.
'I can't remember when I started liking you, but I only realised that I liked you yesterday, after you stayed with me through the storm! I really did think that you were going to think I was pathetic!'
'You're not! You're kind of p-perfect...'
I trail off, watching him as he stares blankly at me. Slowly I stand up, walking into the hallway, and letting myself out of the door.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! He thinks I'm weird now! God, why'd I have to go and say that?!

Kurt P.O.V
He thinks I'm perfect! Why? I can't even speak, move, breath. I'm just sat, staring blankly at him. Wait, no, I *was*. He's just got up and left, I really should go after him! I push off the sofa, and run out the door, catching sight of him just as he turns the corner to go out of sight. I jog after him.
'Dave!'
He shakes his head and keeps walking, quicker now.
'Dave, come back!'
He keeps walking, completely ignoring me, so I sprint up behind him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face me.
'where are you going?'
'leaving, I shouldn't have said that, I'm such an idiot, I'm sorry!'
'No! Honestly, I don't mind, I love that you think I'm perfect! Don't leave?'
'No! You're lying to make me feel better! Shut up!'
I flinch when he shouts at me, whispering at his back as he walks off,
'I-I love y-you...'
He keeps walking, muttering back,
'no you don't...'
I look down, my vision blurred with tears, and turn, walking back to the house, slamming the door open and shut, then collapsing just inside the door, crying.

Dave's P.O.V
He told me he love me, what the fuck am I going to say now?!
'No you don't...'
My voice cracks on the last word, and I hear him walking off, before I fully register what I just said.
He just told me he *loves* me for the *first time* and I threw it back in his face. I turn and walk back to the house, pushing open the door gently, noticing him curled up against the wall sobbing, hands fisted in his hair, his knuckles white.
I walk over to him quietly and cover his hands with mine, gently untangling them from his hair.
'Kurt? Kurt, I'm sorry I was such a bastard, forgive me?'
He unfolds himself smoothly, quickly and stands up, slamming me up against the wall, hands either side of me, looking me dead in the eyes, no emotion other than sheer, terrifying anger.
'Your fucking *sorry*? I told you I *loved* you and you throw it back in my face, you're a fucking dick, you know that!'
I look up at him, admittedly scared of him now, willing him not to keep shouting.
He keeps glaring at me, and keeps shouting,
'see! You can't even say anything to me now! God, I wish I never told you I loved you!'
I shrink against the wall as he slams his hand against the wall, dangerously close to my head.
Something in his head snaps then, after watching me flinch away from him and his eyes soften, moving one hand to stroke along my jaw gently, making me jerk away, still scared, looking away from him.
'hey, hey, Dave? Look at me?' he murmurs gently, slipping two fingers under my chin, tipping my head up to face him.
'I would never, ever, hurt you! Your so beautiful, and I'm sorry earlier when I blanked out on you, I was just so surprised that someone, anyone, thought I was perfect, because I'm not! I'm so fucked up, and I just proved that to you, I'm so sorry, love!'
I shrug,
'You're still perfect to me!'
I pull him into a hug, still cautious in case he's really pissed with me, and I whisper quietly in his ear.
'I love you...'
He pulls away and smiles, dipping in and kissing me, muttering against my lips,
'I love you too...'
We break apart and smile at each other, I giggle and bite my lip, flicking my tongue over the back of my Teeth.
He sighs and pushes himself off the wall.
'listen, I'm really sorry I yelled at you, I get like that, you've seen me before, like when I broke pat's jaw because he argued with me, I'm really as far from perfect as you can get, and I can't control my anger, I love you, but seriously, I'm not perfect, and I never will be!'
I sigh,
'I know you're not perfect, but that's why you're perfect to me!'
He smiles softly, and yawns.
'You looked like a kitten then! Tired?'
'mhm! M'going to bed, you coming?'
He mutters sleepily.
'yeah, sure!'
He shuffles up the stairs, and opens the door for me,
'Thanks!'
I kiss his cheek and walk in, jumping slightly as his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close to him.
He dips his head down, murmuring in my ear,
'I'm sorry I was such a dick, can I make it up to you babe?'
I tip my head back against his shoulder, nodding slowly.
'like I'd say no!'
He smirks and spins me so I'm facing him, kissing me hard, guiding me backwards towards the wall, licking into my mouth, his hands sliding down to my hip, holding me against the wall.
I gasp slightly as my back hits the wall, one hand in his hair, forcing him closer, the other over his hand on my hip.
He laces our fingers together, licking along my lip slowly. He pulls back, his eyes dark, hair falling into his eyes.
I whine needily, and he grins, kissing the corner of my mouth, then moving along my jaw, and down my neck, attaching his lips to my neck, biting down slightly.
I moan, tipping my head back, not really caring if he leaves a mark, he pulls back pushing our foreheads together, smiling.
'We've got an interview tomorrow, and you've got an hickey on your neck now! You're gonna get asked about it!'
I shrug, tipping my head up, kissing his lips once.
'Don't care! They already know we're together!'
He giggles, high pitched and happy.

Kurt's P.O.V
I love him, I really do, he's so beautiful and perfect.
I pull him into me, and push him down onto the bed, stretching and laying down on top of him, kissing him lazily. I cup his face in both my hands, tracing my thumbs across his cheek bones. He sighs into my mouth, both hands pressed into the small of my back. He flicks his tongue across my lips, and I part them beneath his tongue, shuddering as our tongues touch. He slowly stops kissing me, our mouths hovering millimetres apart, his breath hot on my lips.
'mine.'
I smile and brush our lips together silently.
'yours.'

We sleep that night, lips fractions apart, arms around each other.
I wake up before him in the morning, and drag him closer to me, kissing him slowly, so slowly. When he wakes up, he smiles softly, and kisses me hard, fast. He pulls back and grins when I sigh sadly and leave my eyes closed for a while after.
'Kurt, we've got another interview today!'
I grumble, muttering about how boring interviews are.
'The company who are interviewing us called, they want to do a section on our relationship, and asked us to do a photoshoot *together*, you know what that means!'
I grin lopsidedly,
'It means I get to make-out with you, a lot.'
He nods, pulling me back towards him, kissing me hard, hot, dirty.
I moan slightly, my fingertips digging into his hip.
He stops suddenly and pulls away, leaving me wanting more.
He smirks and kisses my nose,
'You're cute with messed-up hair!'
I growl at him, swinging myself up, and holding myself above him with my arms. I straddle his hips carefully, one hand in his hair, one pinning him to the bed, leaning down and kissing him hard, sinking my teeth into his lip hard enough that I taste the tang of his blood on my tongue, making him moan, I kiss him fast, dirty, angsty rolling my hips slightly, which makes his breath stutter, moaning, both hands pressing on the bottom of my back, begging me to do it again.
I smirk and do it again, harder this time, moaning in sync with him.
He pushes his hips upwards as I roll mine down, causing even more friction, making him moan loud, dirty.
To spite him for when he stopped earlier, I stop moving, pulling out of the kiss, rolling off him.
He looks at me and whines,
'fucking dickhead!'
'That's not gonna help you get me to carry on!'
He pouts and give me the puppy-dog eyes,
'Baby, please, I need you, I need this!'
I watch him, one eyebrow cocked.
'Kurt please, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me, just, I need you!'
I smirk and watch him,
'Whatever I want? Sounds good enough to me!'
I pull him ontop of me, pulling him down and kissing him slowly, fucking *romantically*. He relaxes into me, sighing happily, on hand on my jaw, one in my hair, deepening the kiss.
I roll over so I'm ontop of him and grind my hips down, stealing the moan from between his lips. One hand lands in my lower back, pushing me down, forcing me to do it again. When he rolls his hips up to mine, I moan, not expecting it. His hand slips under my top, tugging it over my head, both hands tracing up and down my bare back, making my shiver. I pull his up, waiting for him to take it off.
'No.'
'What? Why?'
'Because I hate people seeing me without a shirt on!'
I dip my head and kiss him languidly,
'babe, it's just me!'
'I don't care, I'm not taking it off!'
I sigh,
'why love?'
'I hate my body, I don't like people seeing me!'
I kiss him gently, trying to remind him that, hey, he's the most beautiful person on earth to me.
'Baby, you are *the* most beautiful person ever, your perfect, I'm not gonna force you, but, babe, it's me!'
He sighs softly and relents, pulling it over his head.
I rake my eyes down his chest, to his hips, and kiss him him gently.
'Fucking beautiful.'
He sighs and pushes me off from ontop of him, pulling his top back on.
'Dave? What's up?'
He sighs and a tear trickles down his face. I stretch up and kiss it away, making him smile slightly and snuggle into me.
'Dave? You okay baby?'
He sighs and murmurs,
'I don't like people seeing me! I told you that!'
'But baby, you're absolutely beautiful!'
He smiles against my neck,
'shh, don't try to make me feel good.'
'I'm not, I'm telling the truth!'
I lean down and kiss him gently, hands on his hips, under his shirt.
'I love you.'
'I love you too.'
He smiles and slowly, pulls his shirt off, pulling me straight in and kissing me.
'You're beautiful baby, believe me!'
He smiles slightly, relaxing into me.
'shuddup!'
I stand up and pull him up with me.
'We need to get dressed love, we've got an interview to do!'
He smiles and pulls on a different shirt,
'done!'
I giggle and turn round, pulling off my jeans and swapping them for another, almost identical pair, then pulling a checkered shirt on.
He grins and kisses my cheek, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the bedroom door, and down the stairs, sitting at the bottom and pulling on his converse shoes.
I put mine on and kiss his cheek, smiling and pulling him out the door.

Dave's P.O.V
I trip out the door, blinking as I'm blinded by flashes from paparazzi, who are shouting abuse at us, trying to get an 'obscene' picture of us.
I hear one yell,
'you fucking gay prick! You're gonna go to hell!'
He picks up a rock and throws it, narrowly missing our window.
Kurt whips round and snarls at him.
'Come the fuck here, right now!'
The man steps towards him, and smirks.
'You fucking prick, you nearly fucking broke my house!'
'what're you gonna do about it?'
Kurt laughs and puts his hand over his camera lens, turning round and kissing me passionately, the photographers having a fucking field day, all except the one who has Kurt's hand on his lens, presumably getting pissed off because he won't be being paid.
Kurt pulls away and keeps walking, heading off to the studio, giggling to himself.

We walk into the studio and the interviewer greets us, grinning.
'congratulations, I'm so pleased for you!'
Kurt smiles and sits in the chair, relaxing.
I sit next to him and pull my legs up beneath me.
'So, how are you?'
'We're good, thanks!'
'good, so, how long have you two Liked each other?'
'Me and Dave were talking about this last night actually! Uhm, probably about 6 months, but we only realised a few nights ago, when there was a thunderstorm...'
'what happened then?'
'Well, I'm terrified of storms, and Dave found me and was an absolute babe, and while we were sat together, I kinda realised, "oh, wait, this guy is perfect!"'
I blush and the interviewer giggles, pushing her hair out of her face.
'Thats so sweet! Had any arguments yet?'
Kurt starts chewing on a hangnail, a nervous habit of his.
'Uhm, yeah, but i don't really want to discuss it...'
She nods, smiling kindly.
'that's fine, had many paparazzi after you?'
'oh yeah! We had one man this morning that threw a rock that nearly broke our window!'
'Seriously?! What did you do?'
'Nothing impressive, covered his lens and kissed Dave right in front of him!'
She laughs,
'Sweet!'
I smile and kiss Kurt's cheek.
'So, Dave, why do you like Kurt?'
I smile to myself,
'Because he's funny, adorable, talented, and absolutely perfect!'
He blushes.
'Thats cute! Okay, do you mind if we get a few pictures of you guys?'
Kurt shakes his head,
'Course not!'
She pulls out a camera and takes about twenty pictures of us talking, laughing and kissing.
'Thanks guys! You've been wonderful! Have a nice day!'
We smile and walk out the door.

Kurt's P.O.V
When we get home, I settle on the couch, building a nest of pillows, pulling on my hoodie and sitting with my hood up. The sofa dips slightly as Dave sits down,
'what's up love?'
'what? Oh, nothing, I'm just a bit tired!'
'you wanna go to bed?'
I nod, pushing off the sofa, shuffling up the stairs, flopping onto the bed, curling up in the duvet.
Dave follows me up and lays down next to me, sliding under the duvet, wrapping his arms around me from behind pushing his nose into the back of my neck gently.
'hey.' he mutters
'hi.'
He kisses the bones in the back of my neck slightly making me shiver.
He relaxes and flops his head onto the pillows.
I roll over to face him and press our noses together my eyes closed, murmuring,
'I love you, you're perfect, I love you!'
He kisses me once, muttering against my lips,
'I love you too!'
I sigh and let him kiss me lazily, pulling him ontop of me, my hands resting on his hips. He licks into my mouth, cupping my cheeks in his hands. He gets slower, nearly stopping, pulling away steadily, his lips dragging down my neck, kissing my vein softly, tracing his tongue across it slowly, sucking slightly, I can feel a hickey forming.
He smiles against my skin and slips back onto the bed, wrapping his arms round me. I relax into him, sliding into sleep.

I am woken up by the feeling of his lips pressing softly onto mine, I sigh and relax, pushing my hands into his hair, opening my lips beneath his tongue, pulling him in closer.
'You're awake then!'
'Yes, now shut up and kiss me!'
He giggles, letting the sound bubble out from his mouth, kissing me, still laughing against my lips.
I sigh and relax, dude, I'm dating my drummer. I love him.
'i love you.'
'I love you too.'

FIN

*ehh, it was kinda shitty and fluff and I don't really like it at all.*

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