Hark! There is angst in this chapter! Crazy, right? I thought I'd try doing something different. Let me know what you think?


"David, why are you being such a child?"

"Why are you acting like this?"

"I asked the question first!"

"Your question was rhetorical, it doesn't need a response."

"Are you really screaming at me about rhetorical questions?"

Kurt huffed, stamping his foot and glaring at Dave. He stood on one side of their bedroom, looking across at his boyfriend who stood near the door, slumping against it, his head in his hands.

"Why are you being this way?" Kurt asked, his tone evidently softer as he tried to understand what was going through Dave's mind.

"I have every right to be this way," Dave said, bring his face away from his hands and glaring at Kurt. "You know he likes you. You know that he's going to do anything to take you away from me."

"David, he's my friend! He's been my friend since my first year at NYADA; I can't give up our friendship just because he's finally come out, and likes to show it," Kurt explained.

"There a difference between showing it, and hitting on a boy that's already taken," Dave said in an enraged tone. His anger was visible, as his hands shook, and he stared at Kurt, waiting for him to counter his argument.

"Dave," Kurt said. "I can't say anything to him, unless we know for sure. How do we even know he really likes me?

Dave looked at Kurt, an outraged expression on his face. "Fancy, don't you dare lie. Don't you dare pretend that you haven't noticed the way he looks at you."

Kurt sighed. "I don't know what you want me to do."

"I want you to tell him how you feel."

"How do you know how I feel and how I don't?"

At this, Kurt saw everything in Dave shatter. Dave slumped, his eyes focused on Kurt, glazed over, unable to comprehend what Kurt had just said.

Kurt quickly retreated what he had said. "Dave, you know I didn't mean that," he said.

Dave looked at him. "Then what did you mean?"

"Nothing. I meant nothing by that. I love YOU. Only you. I just don't like you dictating what I should and shouldn't do in my life."

"I'm asking you to do the right thing for all of us."

Kurt didn't know what to say. He stood there for a second, contemplating what he could possibly say or do. Instead of ruining the night further, Kurt began to walk near the door. Stopping in front of Dave, he began to speak, his eyes trained down. "I know what you're saying. I understand. I need time to process it," he said, reaching out and running a hand down Dave's arm. For a second, their hands joined together, but Dave let go. Kurt looked up, and saw a pained expression in Dave's eyes.

"I understand."

A small smile spread across Kurt's face. "You always do."

He began to walk near the front door, grabbing his jacket and keys, opening the door.

"Hey Kurt," he heard Dave whisper just as he opened the door.

Kurt turned midway, looking back at Dave.

"We'll be okay?"

"Always," Kurt said, before closing the door.


It was past midnight when Kurt turned the door handle to his and Dave's home, letting himself into the house. The lights were all shut, and Kurt walked through the apartment. Opening the door to his bedroom, he slipped inside, toeing of his shoes, and laying his jacket across a chair. Thankful that he hadn't changed out of his pajamas before stepping out of the house, he crept into bed, staring at Dave. Slowly, he moved closer to the middle of the bed where Dave laid, his eyes closed. Lifting a hand, Kurt reached out and touched Dave's face, feather light and moving slowly downward. Tracing his cheek, Kurt whispered into the darkness. "You love me so much," he said.

Dave opened his eyes as Kurt had expected, moving his arm to place his hand over Kurt's, squeezing lightly. "I do," he murmured.

Kurt hummed, moving closer and burying his face into Dave's neck, breathing him in.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

"I love you."

"I love you more," Dave whispered.

"We'll be okay? Through everything?" Kurt asked his voice cracking.

Dave moved, placing his fingers under Kurt's chin to lift his eyes up to his, looking at him intently.

"Always."