My Whole Life Part 2

[gwennylou]

Title: My Whole Life
Author: gwennylou
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurtofsky, Heavy Mention of Klaine, mention of Finchel, Samcedes, Bike, Tartie, and Santana/OFC
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or anything associated with Glee
Warning: Mention of Character Death, Angst, M/M sex
A/N: This was written for the Kurtofsky ReBang, based on animus69's art of Dave modeling Kurt's new big and tall clothing for men.


Kurt sat in his seat, gripping the arms tightly, he wanted nothing more than to be in his apartment drinking and watching bad movies, but here he was about ready to face the place he hadn’t set foot in, in seven years.

He had seen Finn and Rachel and even his parents the few times they had come to visit him, but those had been few and far between, and he didn’t know if he’d even have anything to say to them once they saw each other again.

He grabbed two bottles of liquor from the stewardess, threw some cash at her, and settled into his first class seat. If he was going to be on this flight, he may as well be out cold for it.

He drank his liquor and let it settle into his stomach. The fuzzy, warm feeling soon came, and the next thing he knew, they were landing in Columbus.

As he stepped off the plane, he headed toward luggage claim. It was time to face the life and people he had been running from for so long.

Rachel was of course the first one to spot him and made a huge deal about him being back in Ohio.

Kurt just rolled his eyes and braced himself for a very long night of questions and annoyingly cloying family and friends.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Kurt.”

“Well at least one of us is happy.”

“Oh, cheer up. Things could always be worse.”

“Really? Do you mean that, Rachel? You mean my mom could also be dead? Oh wait, she already is.”

“Kurt.”

“Just spare me the chipper ‘someone always has it worse than you’ shit, okay? I’m tired and this day has been terrible.”

“Fine. Let’s get you home.”

“Home. Haha. It’s not my home anymore.”

“Lima will always be your home, Kurt, whether or not you want to accept that.”

Kurt grabbed his bag and followed Rachel and Finn to their car.

“Where are Sophie and Nora?”

“They are with mom and Burt. We figured we could have a nice dinner when we all got back to Lima.”

“I think I’d rather just go get a drink at the bar and get a hotel room.”

“You want to stay at a hotel?”

“I don’t want to live with Dad and Carole, Finn.”

“But, you don’t know how long you’ll be here, wouldn’t it be cheaper and better to stay with people you know and love?”

“Sure, but I’m not moving back in with my parents. I’m 29 years old.”

“Well, we have an extra room, you could always stay with us.”

“Don’t you have a live in nanny who uses that room?”

“Well, maybe you could…”

“Before you finish that thought and suggest I become your nanny as well as designing this new line, can I remind you that I would rather lose both my eyes than be a nanny to anyone’s children?”

“Oh come on, Kurt. You love kids.”

“From a far, but living with them? I guarantee I would come to hate them, much like anyone that I’m around too often.”

Rachel just shook her head,

“What has happened to you? Where is the guy who wanted to be in New York City, legally married by thirty, and a family?”

“He’s been dead for seven years. He died the same day that Blaine died.”

The car fell silent for the rest of the car ride home. He stared out at the dark sky.

As soon as he saw his dad and Carole, his heart constricted in his chest. He felt terrible for never flying back in the seven years since Blaine had died. He had missed his family and even the friends who had always been meddlesome in high school.

The night ended with drinking shots with Santana in the bar. Santana looked at him when they were both rather buzzed and told Kurt he should move in with her.

He agreed and that night he was moving his things in.

The next morning Kurt started looking for a design space, a place where he could go to get away from Santana and her mood swings, a place where no one would bother him.

He found it after a few hours of driving around Lima. In the middle of downtown Lima, he found an upstairs loft used for storage. He begged the owner of the small café to let him use it and she agreed.

He spent the rest of the afternoon moving boxes to one end of the loft and setting up a design table. He hadn’t even been there a few hours when the door to the loft opened and in walked Rachel holding two tall coffees and something that smelled divine.

“Oh my God. I completely lost track of time, what time is it?”

“It’s 1:30. I figured you got so caught up in whatever you were doing, that I’d find you and bring you food. Thankfully, Santana told me she saw you come in here hours ago and never left.”

“What is she stalking me now?”

“Uhh, no her office is across the street, genius.”

Kurt walked over to the window and looked down. Sure enough he saw Santana Lopez and Associates stamped on the front of the building.

So that’s where her psychiatrist office was. Good to know if he ever had a mental breakdown she wouldn’t be far away.

He sat down at the table and pulled out the food Rachel had brought.

They ate  as Kurt showed her the plans he had for decorating the space.

“So you’re actually going to decorate? Aren’t you planning on only being here for like three months at best?”

“Yes, but I cannot stand to look at boring and drab things, even for three months, especially when I’m in the middle of Ohio for winter. I hate Ohio. I hate winter, mixing the two  is the worst.”

“Well do you need my help? I don’t have to be back in New York for a few days, the girls are at daycare, and I have read over my script only so many times, before I slowly go insane.”

“You’re actually complaining about your life, Rachel?”

“What?”

“You’re a 29 year old actress on a show about Broadway, playing a young Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl, and you’re complaining about your life?”

“I wasn’t complaining per say.”

“Whatever. “

Kurt took a drink of his coffee and went about setting up his workspace.

Rachel left a bit later after rearranging things even more, and then he was left alone in his new workspace.

He loved it actually. It would have been the perfect space if he was starting out on his own.

He headed to Columbus then to pick up supplies for his new space, rolled down the windows and let the cold air sweep over him.

His music of choice was always Adele, and it was always Hiding My Heart.

He sang along as the familiar strains came over the stereo,

So this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
who blew me away
who blew me away

It was in the darkest of my days
When you took my sorrow and you took my pain
And buried them away, you buried them away

And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face against the morning sun
But like everything I've ever known
you disappeared one day
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away…

Kurt made it back to Lima a few hours later, threw his bags in his space, then went to meet Finn for coffee. He hadn’t really talked to his brother in a while, and he felt bad for flaking out on the family dinner the evening before.

He walked into the Lima Bean, for the first time in seven years then, and the smell and atmosphere of it, was like nothing had ever changed.

He immediately flashed back to high school and remembered the afternoons he and Blaine would spend after school, the times he and Sebastian would go at it about Blaine, and spending time with his best friends.

He ordered his coffee and found Finn eating a cheese Danish and reading the comics from the newspaper.

“I can safely say that you haven’t changed a bit since high school, Finn.”

“That’s not true! I’m a policeman now and I’m married with two daughters.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?”

“I meant you are still the lovable, goofy guy you have always been. It’s nice to know that not everything has changed since I was last here.”

They started talking about life, who was up to what in Lima, how Puck was doing now that he and Quinn had three babies under the age of four and about Mike and Brittany opening up a dance studio together, now that they were married.

“I still can’t believe Mike and Tina broke up.”

“Well, Mike went away to Julliard on a dance scholarship and Tina ended up going to Bowling Green State University with Artie, and they fell back in love. You can’t really blame them I guess.”

“So Mike graduated and came back and fell in love with Brittany?”

“Pretty much. Brittany already had a few dance classes for little kids, and then Mike came back and offered to help her, and then they were falling in love. It was a very nice wedding. I know Brittany wished you could have been there.”

“I’ll have to stop over there and give them a late wedding gift.”

“So, let’s see, you know Mercedes and Sam got married, because you were in the wedding, and Sam and I play Call of Duty on XBOX, so we talk. He just started a landscaping business, and Mercedes is freaking out because apparently her school got nominated for school of the county, and she has to get photographed.

“Who would have thought that Mercedes would end up a principal of a middle school?”

“Lauren is still in medical school, Rory is back in Ireland with a wife and a baby on the way, and Sebastian is back in town after trying to make it as an actor out in Los Angeles. He’s been back for a few years now. He and, get this, Dave Karofsky dated for about a year and a half.

“Dave’s out now?”

“Yep, he got out of law school and was appointed assistant prosecuting attorney, after one his professors won.”

“You’re saying Dave Karofsky, is now an assistant prosecuting attorney for Allen County?”

“Yep. Speak of the devil.”

Finn pointed at the door as Dave Karofsky, in a suit and tie, walked in.

He quickly told the barista his order and played with his phone as he waited.

Kurt stared at him.

He was hot. Not like just attractive, but really, really good looking.

His suit fit him well, and it was clear that the years had done him well.

He could see the slight swell of muscle as he moved his arms, but the thing that caught his attention the most was the snug fit of his pants of his massive thighs.

Kurt could feel the rush of blood to his cheeks and an area quite a bit south of that.

Finn watched him with an amused expression on his face.

“Stop staring at me, Finn.”

“Oh come on, Kurt, I know that look well. You think he’s hot!”

“So? That doesn’t mean I need you to bring attention to that fact.”

“You want to sleep with him don’t you?”

“So what if I do?”

“I think you should go for it. He’s lonely, you’re lonely.”

“I’m not interested. Now, let’s get back to the topic I really wanted to discuss with you. I need you to model for my line.”

“You want me to be a model? Well you’re tall and Rachel wants you to have pants that finally fit. So, yeah, I need you to be a model.”

“Isn’t your line for tall and big men? I’m not exactly big. I’m skinny as a bean pole.”

“Your point?”

“You should have a model that is both tall and big.”

“But, where am I going to find that in Lima?”

“Turn around and look, Kurt.”

“No, Finn. I am not going to just go up to David Karofsky after seven years and ask him if he wants to model clothing for me.”

“Why not? He’s out, you’re out, you should be out together.”

“Whatever.”

Finn just grinned at him and then looked at Dave,

“Hey, Karofsky! How are you man?”

Dave turned around and walked over to Finn and Kurt.

“I’m doing well, Hudson and you?”

“Can’t complain, hey thanks for getting your boss to look at that cold case again.”

“No problem, let’s hope we can nail the bastard who did it.”

Finn motioned to Kurt,

“You remember Kurt don’t you?”

Dave turned and smiled at Kurt.

Kurt felt his heart leap in his chest.

Stupid heart.

“Of course I do. How are you, Kurt?”

“I’m doing well, David, just in town doing some research for a new clothing line for my boss.”

“Yeah, I heard from my secretary all about how famous you and your boss are. Apparently,  Sandra Bullock wore one of your dresses last year to some awards ceremony.”

“Well if by some awards ceremony, you meant the Oscars, then yes, I did.”

Dave’s eyebrows arched.

“Wow that’s impressive, Kurt.  Glad to see you are doing so well.”

“And you? You’re doing well too?”

“Absolutely. Love my job and what I do, thinking about running for my boss’s job in the next election actually.”

Kurt grinned back at Dave,

“Well, that is impressive as well, David.”

Finn finally spoke up,

“Well as touching as this reunion is, I have to get back to Rachel, because she just texted me and told me she was naked in bed waiting for me. “

Finn grabbed his coat and laughed as both Kurt and Dave groaned and rolled their eyes,

“See you later, Dave oh, and because Kurt would never do this himself, he needs a model for his new clothing line and you fit the description perfectly.”

Finn winked at Kurt who was blushing profusely.

“Uhh, sorry about Finn, he’s not really known for tact or grace.”

“I went to high school and played sports with him, I am well aware of this.”

“Well, I won’t keep you anymore, Dave. It was great to see you.”

“Was Finn being serious about you needing my help?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to do that. I mean, we haven’t seen each other in like seven years.”

“I don’t mind. I mean, I’m busy with my job, but most of my evenings are free, and I just realized how pathetic that made me sound.”

“You didn’t sound pathetic, and if spending evenings alone makes you pathetic, then count me pathetic as well.”

“So, this modeling thing, what does it entail?”

“Well, mostly I’ll take your measurements, sketch up designs, then you try them on when I have the prototype done and if it looks good on you, then it should look good on everyone. “

“Is that because I am so average?”

“You are not average, Dave. But you are right in the middle of what we consider big and tall, so you are the perfect model.”

“I’m the perfect model, huh?”

Dave grinned facetiously at him,

“For this job yes, but you are no David Beckham, so no.”

“Wow, you have wounded my ego.”

“You’ll live.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, I can do that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean I get off work about six every night, and then I get coffee and dinner, then go home.”

“Well how about this, in exchange for you modeling, I’ll buy you coffee and dinner on the nights I use you.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

“Great, well, give me your number and I’ll let you know when I need you.”

“Okay.”

Dave wrote down his number and handed it to Kurt,

“It was good to see you again, Kurt.”

Dave smiled at him one last time and walked out of the coffee shop.

The next morning Kurt walks in to find the door to his loft wide open.

He peeked in an saw Morgan sitting at his desk grinning at him.

“It’s about time you got here, Kurt. I’ve been waiting for an hour.”

“When did you come in? Why are you here?”

“Well, Irene was convinced you needed an assistant, and Stephanie decided now would be a good time to go and get pregnant, so Irene couldn’t just up and send her to Ohio for three months, now could she?”

“Oh, wow. Wait, why do I need help?”

“Because we have a fashion show in three months and you need to create ten different designs before then.”

“Oh, yeah, that. I’m working on it.”

Morgan jumped up and started spreadiny fabric bolts out.

“By the way who is David?”

“Who?”

“David.”

She gestured to a gigantic edible arrangement sitting on the counter.

“Oh, umm, he’s just an old friend, why?”

“Well your old friend seems to can’t wait to work with you.”

Kurt walked over to the arrangement and pulled the card out,

Can’t wait to work with you, you’ll be great- Dave

Kurt grabbed the arrangement and put it on the desk.

He stared at it for a few minutes trying to figure out what it meant.

Dave had just sent him an edible arrangement on his first day at work.

He shrugged it off and started designing clothes.

Morgan was busy calling fabric suppliers in Columbus when the door opened.

Dave was wearing a dark gray suit this time with blue pinstripes and a light blue shirt, and dammit if he didn’t look even hotter than the night before.

“Hey, Kurt.”

“Dave. Thanks for the arrangement. Morgan loves you.”

“Morgan?”
Kurt nodded to his assistant and she waved at Dave.

“Oh, is she a friend?”

“More like a pain in my ass. My boss sent her from Los Angeles to help me out.”

“Oh, well that’s nice. I was just stopping by to give you your coffee.”

“My what?”

“Well, you did say you’d provide daily coffee, right?”

“Well, I more meant after work, but sure.”

“Great, I just told Mick to open up a tab for you and to put all my coffees on you for the foreseeable future. I hope that’s alright.”

He just grinned at Kurt.

“So, I’m paying for all your coffee from now on?”

“Well, until we’re done at least.”

“So, you thought what? You’d bring me two coffees every day.”

“Well, I figured I should be at least polite and bring you coffee for you that you paid for as well.”
“It’s a good thing I like coffee so much.”

“Well, I’ll get out of your hair, I was actually here on my lunch break. I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, Dave, would you mind stopping by later tonight. I stayed up last night sketching and have a few shirts done already for you to try on.”

“Sure. How did you know what size I am.”

Kurt blushed as he vividly recalled staring at the picture he found of him on the county prosecutors website.

“I just guessed. I’m pretty good at judging.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be around about seven.”

“Great.”

Kurt watched Dave turn around and leave.

Then Morgan was all over him.

“Oh my God. That is David? Like gave you an edible arrangement, David? Oh my God! He’s your model isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“I knew it, Kurt. You scoundrel.”

“What?’

“He’s totally fucking hot and you only hired him so you could do him.”

“First of all, he’s attractive, sure, but to the second part, hell no.”

“Really? You’re telling me that if he came in here begging you for sex, you’d deny him.”

“That’s like the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. He wouldn’t come in here looking for sex, okay?”

“Come on, Kurt. He’s so hot and he got you an edible arrangement with chocolate dipped strawberries.  I would gladly present myself to any woman who would do that for me.”

“You’re insane, Morgan and you need to get laid.”

“I do, but unless you know any gorgeous lesbians looking for the best sex of their life, I’ll have to wait until I get back to LA.”

“I actually do.”

“What?”

Morgan was instantly interested in what Kurt was doing.

“She’s my roommate, so you’re not allowed to fuck her.”

“Can I make love to her?”

“Not that either.”

“Come on, I’m so horny.”

“She’s really not your type.”

“IF she’s hot and a lesbian, she’s my type.”

“She’s a total bitch most of the time, and the rest a raving lunatic.”

“You just described every woman I know, Kurt.”

“Fine, you can meet her, but I highly doubt you’ll like her.”

The rest of the day was uneventful as Kurt finished a few more of his prototypes. Before he knew it, Morgan was headed to her motel, and he was anxiously awaiting seven o’clock.

His mind wandered to seeing Dave earlier that day in his suit. God he was so fucking hot, and he felt a slight twinge of guilt for being that worked up over a guy. He hadn’t felt that way, well since he had met Blaine in high school. He found it strange that when he and Dave had known each other in high school, he never felt that way about him. Sure they had become friendly their senior year in high school, but now he was in like full blown lust for the man who had bullied him in high school.

He could feel himself hardening as he wondered what Dave looked like under those clothes. He knew he had massive biceps and even larger thighs, and he bet that he was large everywhere.

The thought caused his cock to twitch.

Oh God.

He needed release, and he needed to get it before Dave came in and made it so much worse.

He was grateful he was wearing looser fitting jeans than normal and undid his zipper and popped his top button.

He slowly pulled himself out and started stroking.

He kept seeing visions in his head of Dave taking him into his mouth , using his figures, fucking him over his work table.

Oh God.

He was quickly approaching his orgasm and just as he was about to come, the door opened.

Fuck.

He knew without a doubt it was Dave and he jumped up and struggled to zip up and rebutton.

He just finished when Dave was in his vision.

“Hey, Kurt. Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m just doing finishing touches on my prototypes.”

“You okay? You looked flushed.”

“I’m fine.”

His cock was still so hard and leaking against his jeans.

He just wanted to take care of it, but knew he’d have to wait until he and Dave were done.

He told Dave to take his shirt off so he could try the dress shirts on.

Dave took his jacket and tie off, and unbuttoned his dress shirt.

He slid it slowly off his shoulders, and Kurt watched unabashedly as Dave shrugged it off.

He had on a tank top and he reached for the dress shirt Kurt was holding out to him.

Dave looked up and saw Kurt staring at him.

“Is something wrong?”
“What?”

“You’re staring at me like there’s something wrong.”

“Oh, no. I’m fine.”

“If you say so.”

Kurt forced himself to calm down.

He was glad the desk was hiding his massive erection.

Then Dave was buttoning up his shirt, putting his tie back on, and walking to wear Kurt was standing.

“Do I look, okay?”

“You look fine.”

“Just fine? Isn’t the point to look amazing?’

“Uhh, yeah, I mean you look good. Exactly how you should. Does it fit alright?”

“Yep, it fits perfectly. I’m still shocked you knew what size to make.”

“Well, I’m a designer for a reason.”

“Here, give me the other shirts.”

Kurt threw them at him, and Dave easily grabbed them out of the air.

He quickly tried the other two on and the last one looked by far the best. It was the perfect color, defined Dave’s muscles perfectly and brought out the hazel in his eyes.

Kurt bit back a moan that wanted to escape his lips as his cock twitched painfully.

Dave flexed then to make sure the shirt wasn’t too tight and Kurt had to grab himself to keep from making an embarrassment of himself.

“Seriously, Kurt, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing. Can we just get this over with, please.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were turned on.”

Kurt nearly choked on the gulp of air he had just taken.

He coughed and tried to clear his head,

“What did you say?”

“It was a joke, Kurt. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Truthfully, Dave? I am turned on. I’ve had a hard on since you came in and I’ve been trying to get it to go down since you walked in, but I can’t. So, yeah, I’m uncomfortable and would love for you to leave, so I can beat one out.”

Kurt figured this would embarrass Dave into apologizing profusely and leaving.

Instead, there was a strange look that passed over Dave’s face, and then he grinned and took a step toward Kurt.

“Really? Would you like me to help you with that instead of leaving?”

Kurt stuttered as he tried to process what was currently happening,

“N-n-no, I mean, what?”
“I’ll say it slower. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Help. You. With. That?”

“I don’t know how to respond to that. I mean, why would you offer?”

“We’re both gay, you’re hot, it’s clear you think I’m hot, why not?”

“I’m not looking for a relationship, Dave.”

“Who said I was?”

“But, you’re Dave.”

“And you’re Kurt.”

Kurt’s cock was definitely interested in taking Dave up on the offer as it continued to leak and strain against his jeans.

“Fuck it. Yes, please help me with my problem.”

Dave walked up to Kurt and pulled him away from the table.

“You’re so hot, Kurt. Just so you know.”

“I know.”

Dave dropped to his knees and released Kurt finally from the prison of cotton that had been torturing him for so long.

“Your cock is so beautiful, just like you.”

Dave then reached his tongue out and lapped at the head of his cock.

“Oh God, Dave.”

Dave continued his ministrations, and within a few minutes of the hot, wet suction of Dave’s mouth and the sight of Dave on his knees drove Kurt to babbling.

“Oh God, Dave, gonna come.”

Dave sped up and then Kurt was shooting over Dave’s tongue and down his throat.

Dave continue to lick and suckle as Kurt finished, then placed a kiss on the head of his cock and pulled off.

“That was inexplicably good.”

“I don’t know if I should be offended by that.”

“No, I just meant I wasn’t expecting that tonight at all, and I have to go, Dave.”

“Okay?”

“Umm, I’ll call you tomorrow to let you know when you need to try on the dress pants.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No. I just need to go. I have plans.”

“Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”

Dave wiped his lips, and turned to leave.

Kurt could see he was still hard and felt terrible for leaving Dave like that, but he couldn’t deal with all the conflicting emotions.

He went home grabbed a bottle of vodka, dumped it into a bottle, added a few scoops of ice-cream and some milk, and he was off to drown his sorrows in alcohol and ice cream for the night.

He felt dirty. Like had had cheated on Blaine, and with someone Blaine knew. It was weird.

Santana came out of her room and joined him.

“So, you want to explain why you were so loud you woke me up?”

“What are you doing on a Friday night asleep at 8 p.m.?”

“I was tired. I had a long day at work.”

“Whatever. You need to find a girlfriend.”
“And you need to find a boyfriend.”

“Fuck you. I don’t need any man, okay?”

“What the hell has crawled up your butt?”

“Just stop talking about boyfriends.”

“Did something happen with Dave?”
“How did you know?”

“It doesn’t take a genius to see you are upset about something, I knew you were supposed to meet with Dave tonight, and then you  just freaked out when I talked about your love life.”

“Yeah, it’s Dave.”

“What happened? Did he hit you or say something to you?”

“No, of course not, Santana. Dave is not like that. He has changed.”

“So, then, what’s the problem, because the Dave I know is a great guy.”

“Fine, yes. Dave’s awesome, and I had sex with him, and it was great, and now I feel like shit, because I haven’t even been back in Lima for a week, I haven’t seen Blaine’s grave, and I’m just having sex with random guys.”

“First of all, Dave isn’t a random guy, okay? You and Dave have history. Complicated history sure, but still you did have a relationship. Secondly, I know you love Blaine. We all know how much you love him and how much he loved you. It was an amazing relationship and love, but he isn’t here anymore, Kurt. He died, and he left a huge hole in our hearts.  You can’t continue to live your life based on him. He isn’t here, Kurt. He doesn’t have a say in what you do. Do you really think the Blaine we both knew and loved would want you to live like this? Because Blaine loved you, Kurt. You know that, but he wouldn’t want to see you like this. This isn’t living at all.”

“You don’t think I know how unhealthy this is? I think about him every day and it’s like this huge knife in my chest every time I do. He’s gone, and I’m left here to carry on like nothing is wrong, but something is wrong.  He’s not here, he’s supposed to be here, Santana. He wasn’t supposed to leave me.”

“You’re right. It’s not fair. He should’ve had more time, but he didn’t. We can’t change the past, we can only change how react to it, and you need to change, Kurt, because you cannot continue on this way. You had sex with Dave for a reason, and I highly doubt it was just so you could get laid. There’s also a reason why you’re sitting on our couch trying to drink your pain away after doing so. Could you have feelings for Dave, actual feelings that extend beyond sex?’

“How could I? I barely know him.”

“Really, Kurt?”

“No. Okay, confession time. In high school I had fantasies about Dave. I always found him attractive, and that wasn’t right. He tortured me and bullied me, and I know he changed, and he’s a wonderful person deep down, but there was this idea that if I had feelings for my attacker it was wrong. I shouldn’t be attracted to someone who treated  me poorly.”

“And now that you have had sex with him, you’re trying desperately to conjure that idea of him again to justify pushing him away and treating him like crap?”

“Maybe.”

“Well let me know how that works out for you.”

“I’m pretty much fucked already.”

“Why is that?”

“Because he’s so fucking hot, Santana. His thighs are larger than my head. I just want him to throw me up against the wall and fuck me senseless.”

“Isn’t that what you already did?”
“No, it was just a blowjob and then I left.”

“Wait, let me get this straight, he gives you a blowjob and then you just leave?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re an asshole, Kurt!”
“I know, okay? I just felt really guilty.”

“Even if you two don’t have any further sexual contact, you need to apologize to him for that, because that can do severe damage to someone’s ego. You just left? What is wrong with you?”
Kurt groaned and dropped his head back against the couch.

“I’m an idiot.”

The next week flew by as Kurt and Morgan worked on his prototypes. He already have six of the ten pieces done. He needed Dave to try on pants again, so he left a message with his secretary.

A week after Kurt and Dave last spoke, Dave walked in to the café under Kurt’s loft.

Kurt had seen him walk in from the window and his heart caught in his throat.

He headed downstairs to see Dave sitting at a table sipping coffee and eating breakfast.

“So, are you avoiding me, now?”

“What?”

“I left you two voicemails, Dave. Are you avoiding me or something?”

“I’m sorry, but I’ve been a little buys building a case against a pedophile. So forgive me, if I haven’t gotten around to modeling clothing for you.”

“Sorry, I just really want to get this project done, so I can get back to Los Angeles.”

“Well, we don’t want you to be stuck here for too long, do we?”

Dave threw his fork down, paid his bill and told Kurt to lead the way.

“Are you sure you want to do this now? You just ate.”

“Are you calling me fat now?”

“NO, I meant, most models… never mind.”

“Let’s just get this done, Kurt. I have plans this afternoon.”

Dave went upstairs grabbed the pants Kurt had left out and went into the hall to change.

“You don’t have to leave, Dave.”

“I think I do. I mean I don’t want to offend you or anything.”

“What is your problem?”

“What is my problem? Really? Forgive me for being a tad bit irritated, Kurt. I mean you let me give you a blowjob, kick me out, and tell me you have plans and that you’ll call me, then you take nearly a week to get back to me. So yeah, I figured that was your blow off.”

“I uhh, I forgot I told you that.”

“Whatever, you don’t have to make excuses, Kurt. I get it. I was good for getting your jollies off once, but you aren’t really attracted to me, and probably still hate from high school.”

“That’s not true. Not even a little bit.”

“Whatever.”

“Just shut up, okay? You want to know why I was so hot and bothered when you came in here the other night? Because I was jerking off thinking about you when interrupted me. Then you kept taking your shirt off and all I wanted was for you to bend me over the table and fuck me. So yes, I do find you very attractive and my weirdness had nothing to do with you. It was me being freaked out, because for the first time since Blaine died, I found myself wanting to explore something with a guy.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So don’t pull that shit about high school with me. I forgave you our junior year and you know that.”

“I know, I just  thought…”

“You didn’t think, Dave. “

“Wait, so you’re really attracted to me?”

“Oh yeah.”
“And you don’t want to be.”

“Well…”

“That might be more offensive than not being attracted to me.”

“I just don’t know who to deal with wanting you so much and not feeling like I’m cheating on Blaine.”

“Oh. So you really want me, huh?”

“I really do.”

“What if I told you, I would be okay with that?”

“But, I can’t promise that I won’t freak out and leave again.”

“And I can’t promise that I won’t freak out and leave.”

“I’m really not looking for anything permanent, Dave. I want to go back to Los Angeles.”

“And I’m looking to having sex with you , because I’ve had that fantasy since high school. You’d be doing me a favor.”

“Well if it’s a favor, I guess I can’t say no. Plus I do owe you.”

“Yeah you do.”

Kurt stepped toward Dave, then kissed him.

And it was better than any kiss Kurt can remember having in the last five years.

In fact it was probably in the top ten of all time.

Wow.

He moaned into the kiss and let Dave pick up easily and deposit him on the table.

Clothes were quickly discarded, fingers were in his mouth and his ass, and then he was being filled, and Kurt just let himself feel. It was amazing and intense and it was what he had been dreaming about since he had seen Dave again.

He just wanted more, he needed more.

And then he was coming as his hand worked over his cock as Dave moved in him.

He vaguely realizes Dave is coming as he’s in the midst of his orgasm.

Then he’s coming down and Dave is panting heavily as his arms shake above him.

And it was good and Kurt was sated.

Nothing much was said as they cleaned up and Dave offered to pay for the ruined fabric of the pants they had used to clean up.

Kurt just laughed and said it was just a prototype and he could make another pair.

Dave modeled the pants for him shirtless, and Kurt finally got to marvel at the shirtless wonder standing in front of him.

“How are you so fucking attractive? It’s not fair.”

“Well, I could say the same thing about you, Kurt.”

“Whatever.”

“I’m serious. You’re beautiful.”

Kurt blushed and looked down.

He couldn’t remember having that kind of reaction to a guy in a long time.

He realized he had a crush. He had a fucking crush on Dave Karofsky.

The next three weeks passed as Kurt and Dave continued to have mind blowing, intense sex.

And there were dinners, coffee, and talking about college days and Dave telling Kurt about his dad dying and finding him in the bathroom of their house over Christmas break.

Dave’s dad had a massive heart attack on Christmas Day during Dave’s senior year of undergrad.

He still missed him daily and Kurt felt himself drawn to Dave.

He shared his pain with him over Blaine, and often Dave would just sit with him and hold him against his chest.

Weeks turned into months, Christmas gifts were exchanged, and secrets revealed, like the fact that Morgan and Santana met and had been having sex for nearly as long as Dave and Kurt, and then came the suggestion from Morgan that they should double date.

Kurt knew it was probably a bad idea, but asked Dave if he wanted too. Of course, he used the guise that it was so Morgan and Santana would be happy, and Dave agreed since he sort of loved Morgan.

The date was a disaster.  People kept stopping by to comment on how cute Dave and Santana looked and Kurt and Morgan looked, and asked if this was Dave’s special lady.

Kurt wanted to punch a wall he was so upset and jealous.

That’s when he realized his feelings about the sex and situation with Dave wasn’t just sex anymore, and probably had never been just sex.

So he went back to Los Angeles for a week, had sex with Scotty, and then truly felt like shit, because the feeling he had when he felt like he cheated on Kurt was pale in comparison to that same feeling about Dave.

They had never said exclusive, but they had been sleeping together for nearly two months by then, and Kurt hadn’t slept with anyone else, and Dave hadn’t either.

And then Irene called him and told him he had a week and a half to finalize the line.

So he headed back to Ohio.

Dave tried to pick up where they left off, but Kurt pushed him away.

He told Dave he didn’t do relationships, the date was proof why they wouldn’t work together, because Dave was ashamed of being gay and didn’t try to correct anyone.

Dave tried to point out the hypocrisy in that statement. He didn’t correct them, because Kurt didn’t want a relationship. He couldn’t have it both ways.

Kurt told Dave to leave him alone.

Then it was time for the fashion show.

Morgan had convinced Dave to be the actual runway model and he would be joining them the day before the show.

Kurt was so nervous . He fitted the rest of his models and made sure the clothes fit well. Then it was his signature piece, the one to end the show and it was for Dave. It had been made explicitly for him.

Dave stepped in to get his fitting and there were no words, just heavy, thick tension in the air as Dave put the suit on.

“Do I look, okay?”

“You look amazing. You’re set. You’ll go last in the show.”

“I’m your closing piece?”

“Yep. I’m impressed you know what that means.”

“Well, I figured I should know since it’s important to you.”

Kurt’s heart squeezed. Dave was an amazing man and he realized that running from Dave and putting up walls didn’t stop the inevitable. He was in love with Dave, and he had been a stupid fucking idiot.

“Well, you will be a fantastic finish.”

The show went well, all the models looked amazing, and when Dave walked out a hush fell over the crowd. Kurt had achieved the desired effect.

He received a standing ovation along with Dave at the end.

Kurt walked back stage and grinned like a loon. Then Dave was walking toward him and kissing him senseless and he didn’t care.

He was happy. Actually happy for the first time in seven years since Blaine had died.

He was kissing back happily, when heard a loud and annoyed throat clearing behind him.

Kurt broke away and saw Scotty standing there looking upset.

“So, what? You have sex with me two weeks ago, and already your fucking a new model? Fuck you. We’ve been having sex for four years, Kurt and you have never kissed me like that.”

Dave looked at him with a hurt expression on his face,

“You had sex with him two weeks ago?”

“Yeah, but I was going to tell you…”

“When? “

“I don’t know, but I…”

“Save it, Kurt. I am such an idiot. I thought that this was actually turning into something real, but I should know better. See you later, Kurt. Enjoy Los Angeles.”

“Dave, wait, please.”

Dave just shook his head and walked away.

Kurt slumped down into a nearby chair.

“You should really be thanking me. Why would you a beast like that, when you can have me? I’m gorgeous.”

“Fuck you, Scotty. I love him, okay? That’s why I kissed him like that, that’s why I’ve been having sex with him for almost three months. You are the only one I relapsed with once, and guess what I realized? He’s way better.”

“Screw you, Kurt. God what a fucking bitch.”

“If by fucking bitch you mean yourself, then yes you are.”

“Fine, I’m going back to Los Angeles. I hope your dick falls off and you die.”

“Yeah, cause that’s likely.”

“Whatever. Don’t call me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Scotty flipped his hair and stalked off.

Kurt ran to Morgan and begged her to give him Dave’s hotel information.

“Please, Morgan, you have to help me.”

“Kurt, you broke his heart! Why would I give you that information? So you can finish him off?”
“No, please you don’t understand. I’m in love with him. I need to tell him that. “

“Fine, but if you hurt him, I am going to sic Santana on you and she and I will both straight up murder you, Lima Heights style.”

“You have been spending way too much time with her.”
“What can I say, I’m in love.”

“God help us.”

“Go get your man before I really do sic her on you.”

He kissed her on the cheek and ran out of the building to get a cab.

A half hour later he was inside the hotel and looking for the elevators.

He finally found one and pressed the eighth floor.

He stepped off and found Dave’s room with little problems.

He could hear a television on inside and what sounded like gay porn.

Kurt smiled and knocked loudly.

A few seconds later the door was being opened, and Dave was in the doorway.

“What do you want, Hummel?”

“Oh, it’s Hummel now?”

“No, just what do you want?”

“You.”

“No, you don’t. You want to have sex, and I was the only one willing. I’m not willing to be your fuck buddy anymore.”

“That’s not what I want, Dave. What I want, is you. All of you, to have sex with you, sleep with you, talk with you. I just want to be with you.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So can I come in, or are you going to make me say this out here?”

“Oh of course, come in.”

“Dave, it’s true that when we started out that is what I wanted, but now, I’m so in love with you, it hurts. I want to be with you and the thought of you leaving me and never seeing you again, made me want to curl up in a ball and die. Of course, first I had to send Scotty back to Los Angeles, but I’m here now, and I’m begging you to give me another chance. A real chance.”

Dave’s face stony and rigid,  grew  into a smile and kept growing as Kurt spoke.

“Okay.”

“Just okay?”

“Okay, yes, let’s do a real relationship. It has been a real relationship to me for months, Kurt. I mean we’re making it official now, but I was already in this relationship, and we’re finally on the same page. And I love you too, more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

“So, we’re together now?”

“You bet your sweet ass you are, and if you ever cheat me on again, I will not hesitate to leave and go find Sebastian.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”

Dave just smiled wickedly and grabbed Kurt to him.

“I highly doubt we’ll have ever to find out.”

Then they were kissing and making love, and it was even better. Kurt still thought about Blaine, still loved him, and would forever, but he realized there was room in his heart for someone else too, and that realization, and knowing that Dave understood the grief and pain that would probably never leave, made it better.

A Year Later:

Kurt was once again late for an important business meeting, because Dave had forgotten to turn the alarm back on for him.

“Seriously, Dave? How hard is it to remember to hit the button again, so that my alarm wakes me.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“I know, and I was late to an important meeting. Thankfully the investor liked what he saw, and I got the funding.”
“So is the yelling really necessary?”
“Yes!”

“Will sex make it better?”

“Not this time.”

“OH, come on.”

“No, Dave.”

“Fine. Be that way.”

“Don’t pout at me, David. I moved back from Los Angeles to Lima, so that we could be together. I started my own fashion house in freaking Lima, for us, so you have to put in a little effort too.”

“Hey, I  at least publicly outed myself for you.”

“Kissing me for a publicity stunt to get you elected was hardly a sacrifice. You like doing that.”

“And you don’t like living in Lima and having sex with me daily?”

“Fine. I might like it a little, but seriously Dave, you have to stop sabotaging me.”
Dave pulled something out of the bag he was holding.

“I figured out the solution to our problem.”

“OH yeah, what’s that, two alarm clocks. That way you’ll never be late again.”
“Oh you are a genius, and now I think I’ll take that sex.”

“Oh, no, you were clear on the rule, Kurt. No sex, until you hear what I have to say about you.”
“Fine, let me hear what has made you mad this time.”
“Actually, nothing. I was thinking that you are right. I am glad that you came back for me, and because of that, I’d like to ask you something.”

“What’s that?”

“Will you stay with me forever?”

“What?”

Dave dropped to a knee and brought something else out of a different box. This time it was a Tiffany Blue box.

Kurt started hyperventilating.

“Oh my God. OH MY GOD. You’re proposing?”

“I’m trying too.”

Kurt was nearly crying,

“I love you, Kurt. I have loved you since that day you wore that stupid Gaga outfit to school, and I was a jerk and stupid back then, but now I love you for a million reasons, and mostly because you are the kindest, most sensitive and loyal people I know. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Of course, I’ll marry you. But just so you know, you have to promise me at least 40 years of happiness together.”

“I promise to give you my whole life.”

“Ditto.”
Then they were kissing and music was playing, but all Kurt could think was that a year ago he had never thought that clothing would bring him so much joy, love, and passion.  Blaine was his soul mate, and his first love. Yet, here he was ready to embark on the next chapter of his life, with his best friend and love of his life.
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