There's a new level of tension between David and I as I drive us back to the shop to get his truck. We're stuck in limbo; much closer than friends, but not really anything else yet either. Especially now that we've kissed, it's particularly confusing.

I hadn't planned on kissing him, but that moment felt right. He looked so vulnerable, so open. Not to mention his absolutely heart breaking, perfect words.

The words weren't the only things that were perfect either. The kiss, while chaste and small, was also perfect. Fear was the absolute last thing on my mind as my lips brushed against David's. They were a bit softer than in my dream.

Oh, and his dream. Never, have I ever been more turned on. Hearing him whisper my name while looking so completely wrecked and knowing how easy it would be to just give in and climb on top of him.

The need that shot through me as I watched his hips twitch, knowing what he was doing to me in his dream, was blinding. When I woke him up, I tried to play it cool, like the situation was only mildly amusing and not ridiculously sexy. I think I pulled it off, but there was still something so repentant in his eyes, like he'd wronged me somehow. I knew I had to put his mind at ease and then the chemistry, the undeniable pull between us, took over.

And now, I'm not really ready to let that moment go. It feels like it should be acknowledged somehow.

I look over at David sitting completely still in my passenger seat. I can't tell how he feels about this progression in our relationship. All I know is that he's been strangely quiet ever since we walked out of the theater.

What could we do that would be small enough to keep things casual, but important enough to both of us that we understand where this is heading?

"Oh, would you like to get a pretzel with me?"

As soon as I say it, David is grinning.

"Of course."

He looks over at me with those big green eyes and, all of a sudden, I know. There's no point fighting it or hiding it. What that smile does to me, the thrill that it sends shooting all over my body, tells me I'm ready. Especially after that kiss, I know this is what I want; what I need. We can work through whatever residual "Blaine" issues I might have together, but it feels like my world just shifted. Blaine is officially a part of my past. My future now belongs to David, whichever part of it he wants.

Now I just have to tell him. Going over all the possible reactions and scenarios, I know I want to make this special. He's done so much for me and he deserves to feel just as wanted as I do now.

He's a details kind of guy. The more thought I put in to it, the better. Maybe I should take a day or two and plan something romantic, something truly meaningful.

I haven't missed the way that he stares at me when I sing. I don't do it very often and never loud enough for anyone to hear properly, but his eyes light up when he catches a few notes. That gives me the perfect idea.


The food court is much busier than the last time Kurt and I were here. The line at the pretzel place is pretty long.

"Why don't you go find us a table and I'll get our food."

Kurt nods at me and makes his way through the growing throng of people. When he's out of sight, I finally take a deep breath. My mind has been racing, a mile a minute, ever since I got into Kurt's car. I can't stop thinking about what this means for my life, for my future.

Talking to Kurt in the abstract about what we might be like together is one thing, but feeling like he's actually going to be mine one day is both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Excuse me," I hear from behind me.

I turn around and see a very attractive, blond guy standing there. He's much shorter than Kurt, but has a similar build. I feel him asses me and I cringe.

"Um, was that your boyfriend?" His voice is lower than I expected, but still a bit higher than mine. How does he even fit his junk in jeans that tight without sounding like a chipmunk? I tear my eyes away from his pants and finally register the question he just asked.

"N-no." I manage to stutter out. I should elaborate, but how do I explain the messed up state of my relationship with Kurt to an obviously interested stranger? I probably should have just said yes.

"Oh," There's definite excitement in his expression.

"Well," He shifts his weight from side to side and averts his light green eyes away from mine.

"Would you like to sit with me, then?"

I'm about to politely decline when I feel fingers thread through mine, squeezing my right hand much harder than necessary.

"No, he wouldn't." Kurt says coldly without even looking at me. I turn to study his face. He's leveling the poor kid with a full force Kurt Hummel glare. Even I would be scared shitless.

"But, I thought-" He looks at our hands and then back up at me questioningly, obviously assuming I'm a liar and a cheater.

"I don't care what you thought, the answer is still no." I try to pull my hand away from Kurt's as the guy's face falls and he books it out of the line.

I finally get my hand free and walk towards the entrance to the food court, trying to keep my cool. I can hear Kurt following me. I turn around abruptly and try to convey to Kurt how disappointed I am without saying it out loud, but he's wearing that stubborn frown that he thinks always gets him his way.

"God, Kurt, you didn't have to be such a bitch. I was handling it." As hot as Kurt's jealousy was, that kid didn't deserve his harshness.

Kurt looks like I just slapped him and it's strangely gratifying to watch that frown disappear. He stares at me in silence for a beat. He probably never expected me to stand up to him like that; very few people do. It's probably time that changed.

"Look, I accept you for exactly who you are. You are one of the most passionate, giving people I've ever met, but sometimes you say things without thinking. I'm not the kind of person to let shit like that slide. If this thing between us is ever going to work, you have to know that we will fight and I won't back down just to make you happy."

I pull him to me, wrapping my arms around his slender waist, and brush my lips across the shell of his ear.

"But I promise that the make-up sex will be worth it." I feel him smile into my shoulder. I have no idea where that confidence came from. Yes, in my dreams, I'm a monster in the sack, but that's not reality. Reality is that I just got my first kiss today. Yeah, technically it was my second, but I don't give a shit. What happened in that theater today was beautiful and warranted and consensual.

So, no matter how many times I've dreamt of rocking Kurt's world, I can only hope that reality will live up to that expectation. For now, it was worth a little exaggeration to break the tension.

"I guess," Kurt starts and pulls back a bit.

"I was a little hasty and maybe, just slightly, mean." I know that's as good as it's going to get for now.

"Just possibly," I tease. He rolls his eyes at me and tries to pull away, but my hold on his waist only tightens.

"I should have just told him you were my boyfriend and avoided it all together, but I was too surprised to think it through." In this moment, with Kurt in my arms, it kind of feels like it would have been a true statement.

"What about that surprised you? That guy was quite obviously gay." I pull him even closer, so that our chests are flush against each other. The heat of his body relaxes me in a completely foreign way.

"It always catches me off guard when guys flirt with me." I shrug my shoulders and run my hands up and down Kurt's back, loving the way he shivers under them.

"I guess it's still strange to me when people find me attractive." Kurt looks scandalized.

"Have I not yet explained in enough detail how amazingly hot you are? It shouldn't surprise you." He lifts his mouth to my ear and whispers.

"You- you're shoulders drive me crazy. I want to dig my finger nails into them and just lose myself." If the breath on my ear didn't get me going, the image that those words inspired sure did. I groan and place a small kiss on his neck.

This feels a lot like one of my dreams.

"Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen and ,mmm, your mouth is so damn distracting. I want to taste it all the time."

But this is real. Kurt really is in my arms. It reminds me of Kurt's confession about his dream and I decide to play a little dirty.

"F-fancy," I feel his breath hitch and I smile.

"Unless you want all these innocent people to witness exactly what I'd like to do with my mouth right now, you'll step back and walk calmly with me back to your car."

He looks up at me, trying to gauge how serious I am. He finds whatever he's looking for because he does exactly what I ask and heads back towards the parking lot.


When Kurt gets home from the movies and runs right past me to his room, smiling like an idiot, my curiosity is peaked. So, I walk up the stairs and knock on his door. He opens it after a second and doesn't even give me a chance to speak.

"I can't talk right now Dad, I have to practice."

Before I can say anything, he closes the door in my face. If he hadn't looked so happy, I would have been angry, but there's something about the mood he's in that makes me let it go.

I stand in front of the door for a minute. He said he had to practice, but he hasn't sung outright in so long. I want to know what's got him so inspired. And rude.

I hear an opening chord, something soft. I can't make out every word of the first verse, but what I do hear, pisses me off. It's obviously about Blaine. I swear I could punch that kid in his smug little face after what he's done to Kurt. I'm not quite sure what it is, but I don't have to know. I just have to see the shell that used to be kid to know that this is all his fault.

As the chorus starts, I get back a bit of hope. Maybe this isn't a step backward after all. In fact, the more I listen, the more it sounds like a running leap forward. I smile despite myself.

Yes, I just warned him earlier today that he wasn't ready, but the tone of this song, the way it's worded, makes me think that maybe he is. Especially if it's Dave he's singing to. That kid is a god send. I'm not sure what I would have done without him or what state Kurt might still be in.

I walk away from the door as the song ends, feeling much better about my eavesdropping. I have to call Paul.

I grab my cell off the coffee table once I'm downstairs and hit nine.

"Hey, Burt, how's it going?" He answers.

"I think it's going good. I-I think it worked. Kurt is in his room singing!" I can't hide how excited I am.

"That's great! Dave just got home and I almost asked him if he was high. He was off in some other world, smiling like a loon."

"I can't believe how well this worked out."

"I know. Dave won't stop talking about Kurt or you. Sometimes I get a little jealous. He thinks you're the coolest guy ever."

"Sorry, man. I've been teaching him a bit down at the garage. He's a smart kid. I have to say, I hope everything works out for them. I can't think of a better guy for Kurt."

I realize I've just gotten a bit heavy, but it's true. At first, I just wanted Kurt to feel better, to have a friend he would feel comfortable talking to. Now that I've gotten to know Dave, though, it's obvious to me how perfect he is for my son.

"Thanks, Burt. That means a lot, knowing how protective you are of him."

"Yeah, well, let's not get too mushy. I'm not positive that they're together yet. Kurt promised I would be the first to know and he didn't say anything outright. We'll just have to wait it out."

"Yeah, hey, you wanna come over for the Indians game?"

"Sure. Carole has to work tonight, so I'm free. I'll bring the beer."

"Alright. See you round seven."

"See you then."


I'm so glad we have Sundays off. I might have to avoid David for the day, but it will be worth it. I have so much to do. I have to practice, call in a few favors, and figure out what I'm going to wear.

Around noon, I get the first text.

David K: Hey. I understand if you're sick of me, but do you wanna go to the park? I'm feeling a walk.

Ah, how sweet.

Kurt: I'm sorry. Promised my dad we'd spend some time together. For some reason he feels like we never see each other. Lol.

I feel a little bad for lying, and for not actually spending this time with my dad. I really have been neglecting him a bit.

David K: That's cool. I should probably hang with my dad too.

As I close the text message, I scroll to a number I haven't used in a very long time.


Seeing David on Monday morning almost made me scrap my plan and just attack him. Sunday was the first day we'd spent completely apart since we started working together. I hadn't thought about how much I would miss him when I put this whole thing together.

"Hi," I say breathlessly as he walks into the office.

I see my dad shake his head and quickly walk out of the room.

"Hi," David says back. He sounds just as affected as I am.

"It's probably best that we try to keep our distance at work. I'm not sure I could-"

"Yeah, me either."

I shift my weight a bit, not sure how to broach the subject that would kick start my plan.

"Can we – Could I take you somewhere after work?" I curse my nerves for making me stumble.

"Should I even try to ask where?" His smirk makes my stomach flip.

"It would be futile." I nod my head, like a dork.

The rest of the day passes by pretty quickly. David and I circle around each other, apologizing too much and generally making everyone uncomfortable.

Thankfully, finally, four o'clock arrives and my dad cheerily kicks out of the shop.

"Please fix this." He whispers in my ear as we leave.

"Working on it." I answer back before heading to my car. David grabs a few things out of his truck and meets me there.

"Okay," I open my door and gesture that the door is unlocked. Once we're both in, I turn to look at him.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." He says without missing a beat.

I pull a black silk scarf out of my bag and hand it to him.

"Please, please be careful with her. Cover your eyes. I want no peaking and I will know if you do."

He wraps the scarf around his head wearily. He honestly doesn't look scared at all, just insanely curious.

"Don't worry, I promise you'll enjoy this." He snickers and I realize how this might look to him.

"I don't doubt that, Fancy. You can blind fold me anytime."

I know, I just know, that if his eyes weren't covered, he would winking at me. My nerves cannot handle that image or his flirting, so I start the car and try not to think about what I'm about to do too much.

It's not that I don't believe in my voice. I know I can sing. It's what I'm singing and who I'm singing it to that has me spazzing out.

Right as I'm about to pull out of the garage parking lot, I feel David's hand searching over my leg and up onto the steering wheel. He grabs my right hand and threads our fingers together.

"Breathe, Kurt. Whatever you have planned, I know I'll love it and I know you'll be amazing."

I let out a dramatic breath and squeeze his hand.

"Thank you. I really needed to hear that."

I finally pull my navigator out of the parking lot. I'm still pretty jittery, but feeling a bit more confident.


Kurt told me not to peak, and I won't, but I really want to.

No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Of course, I'm not sure what this is yet, but Kurt has obviously put a lot of thought into it.

After about a ten minute drive, Kurt pulls into a parking lot on the left side and stops the car. I hear him open his door and I grope for the handle on mine.

My door opens before I can find it and I feel Kurt's hand grab mine as he helps me step out.

I'm lead through some grass and onto a sidewalk. There's what sounds like a pair of double doors and the smell of bleach. Suddenly, Kurt steers me into an uncomfortable chair.

"Okay, keep the blindfold on for just a few more minutes. I have to go grab something."

I'm really tempted to take a peak while he's gone, but I want to feel the full effect of whatever he has planned.

Before I know it, I hear Kurt come back in through a door on the right.

"Okay, you can take it off."

I carefully untie the scarf and open my eyes.

I see the lockers before I can register anything else.

We're in a hall at McKinley. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, we're right in front of Kurt's old locker.

Next thing I notice is the Baldwin sitting right in front of me. How I missed it before, I have no idea. Kurt is standing in front of it, looking very nervous.

"I know this might be a little weird, but I couldn't think of a better place to sing you this song. I was hoping that if we had a positive experience a long side all of those negative ones, it might help you let go a bit and forgive yourself." He smiles at me sadly and walks around the piano.

He sits there for just a minute and collects himself. I can tell he's nervous.

"I love your voice. You have nothing to be nervous about." His smile brightens and he takes one big breath before he plays the first chord. I don't recognize it. It's slow, but hopeful.

He and I had something beautiful
But so dysfunctional, it couldn't last
I loved him so but I let him go
'Cause I knew he'd never love me back

I had not prepared myself for this. He was going to sing to me about Blaine?

Such pain as this
Shouldn't have to be experienced
I'm still reeling from the loss,
Still a little bit delirious,


Near to you, I am healing
But it's taking so long
'Cause though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet, I'm better near to you.

Kurt looks up at me for the first time and I see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. I feel his heartache all the way down to my bones. His voice wrings emotion out of every word.

You and I have something different
And I'm enjoying it cautiously
I'm battle scarred, I am working oh so hard
To get back to who I used to be.

He's disappearing
Fading steadily.
I'm so close to being yours
Won't you stay with me

His voice cracks on 'Please' and I almost want to stop him. Fuck this beautiful song and all the time I'm sure he spent making it so perfect. I have to hold him and reassure him that I'm not going anywhere, but the chorus starts back again and I think it's my favorite part.

Near to you, I am healing
But it's taking so long
'Cause though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet, I'm better near to you.

Yet, I'm better near to you.

There's a shift in the mood of the chords and I get a bit nervous. As perfect as this song is for us, I'm a little scared about how it ends.

I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I belong
Where you are

His voice is haunting, but still absolutely beautiful and clear. I almost miss the words to the last part because I'm so caught up in the power of his voice. It literally sends a shiver down my spine when my brain lets me acknowledge the word 'belong'. Kurt thinks he belongs with me?

Near to you, I am healing
But it's taking so long
Though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on

Near to you, I am healing
But it's taking so long
'Cause though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet, I'm better near to you.

Yet, I'm better near to you.

I'm already up out of my chair before he finishes the last few notes.

Once I'm there, sitting next to him, I don't know whether to kiss him or wipe the tears from his cheeks, or just hold him until he stops crying.

I place my hand on his right cheek and gently rub the tears away with my thumb. His eyes are pleading with me. I don't know what he wants from me, but I can't hold back anymore. That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard or seen.

"I love you," I whisper before claiming his mouth.

It's nothing like our kiss in the theater.

Our lips are working fast against one another, tongues sliding gently, insistently. I'm not sure how, but Kurt ends up straddling my lap and throwing his arms around my neck to bring me in deeper. Our chests collide and the combined feeling of Kurt's mouth and hips is so overwhelming, I have to stop.

I pull back slowly, placing one last kiss to Kurt's closed lips.

"I'm so close." Kurt whispers. He rubs his hand down my cheek and over my jaw.

"I'm so very close to loving you. I want to be with you. I don't think there's any going back from this." He gestures to our intimate position.

I nod, not sure if I trust myself to talk just yet.

I hold him for a few minutes, neither of us really wanting to move. Slowly, I remember where we are and what I'm sitting on. I pull back reluctantly and allow him to remove himself from my lap.

"How did you do this?"

He closes the lid over the keys of the piano and leans against it.

"Mr. Schuester. He's down the hall, in his office. He moved the piano for me and made sure the side doors were unlocked."

I pull him so he's standing in front of me.

"I can't believe you did this for me. No one's ever-. Well, I've never had anyone to do something like this. You're so talented, Kurt. I don't know what you want from someone like me." Kurt plops back down in to my lap and kisses me softly.

"You've already given me what I want. Well, most of what I want." He wiggles his eyebrows at me suggestively and I can feel myself blush. All the possibilities, all the things I told myself I could never have, are playing over in my head as I take in his sparkling eyes.

"Don't worry. We'll get there." I look down, not sure if I want to push. Kurt said he wanted to be with me, but I already knew that.

"So, does this mean?" I look back up at him and he has that pleading look in his eyes again, but I understand it this time.

I pull him closer and nudge his leg so that he's straddling me again. I love how well he fits there against me. I grab both of his hands and bring them to my lips.

"Kurt, will you be my boyfriend?"

He nods his head frantically and brings his lips back down to mine.

This kiss is smooth, languid, but still so passionate. The way his lips move gracefully, lovingly against mine, makes my heart soar.

I let Kurt control this kiss. I let him show me exactly how he feels, everything he can't quite put into words yet.

We continue to kiss until a laugh from down the hall interrupts us.

"Sorry to break this up, guys, but I have to move the piano back before I leave."

Will Schuester hasn't changed much since the last time I saw him, well except the wedding band.

"Looks like everything went well, Kurt. I'm glad. You both deserve to be happy after all the crap you've gone through." I can tell the second he realizes that we put each other through most of that crap. He's about to backpedal, but I decide to save him the embarrassment.

"Thanks, . Looks like you found some happiness for yourself too." I gesture to his hand. He smiles wide and nods.

"Yeah, Emma and I got married over Winter break."

"Well, congratulations." We shake hands and Kurt gets off of me reluctantly.

"Thanks for all your help, Mr. Schue." Kurt hugs him.

"Do you need any help getting the piano back to the choir room?" I ask. The thing looks heavy, wheels or no.

"No thanks, Dave. I got this. You go have fun. Enjoy the rest of your break." He places the bench on top of the piano and starts to wheel it, expertly, back down the hall.

Kurt grabs the chair and puts it back in a classroom while I grab his scarf off the floor before he can realize I dropped it at some point during his song. I dust it off and hand it to him when he comes back out. He grabs my hand and laces our fingers together.

It feels nice to finally do this as a proper couple.

"So, Fancy Boyfriend. What would you like to do now?" I use our entwined hands to spin him once as we walk. He looks surprised, but I can tell he liked it.

"Well, I did tell my dad that he would be the first to know when our "status" changed, so we should probably go do that."

Despite how much I know Kurt's dad likes me, I'm still quite scared of him. He's quietly terrifying. Even if Kurt's got him wrapped around his little finger, this might not go well.

He could accuse me of taking advantage of Kurt while he's emotionally unstable. Not that he's stupid enough to use those words exactly in front of Kurt, but something quite similar.

This had huge potential for failure, but, looking over at Kurt's flushed face and feeling the weight of his hand in mine, I know it'll be worth it.

"Okay. Do you have The Funeral March on your ipod? I think it would be appropriate for the drive over." Kurt smiles up at me and lets go of my hand. I wrap my arm around his waist and lean my chin against his shoulder.

"He loves you. In fact, I'll probably get more of a lecture than you will." He's shaking his head.

"Doubtful. Either way," I stop us right before the doors to the parking lot and pull him towards me. I kiss him softly, still finding it hard to believe that I get to do that whenever I want now. I pull away and stare deeply into his bright blue eyes.

"This has been the best day of my life. I love you."

His smile is almost as bright as his eyes and he squeezes me just a bit tighter.

Suddenly, I can't wait for the day that he says those words back to me. I know it's coming and I'm nothing, if not patient.

A/N: I don't usually put songs into my fics, but the words to that song were perfect. It's "Near to You", by A Fine Frenzy. I recommend you look it up because it is beautiful! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I've been slacking on responding and I'm sorry! I promise I will soon, but between Tonsilitis and auditions (yes, at the same time) it's been crazy.

I told you all that Baul would be back soon : )

Thanks for reading!