Title: Black Holes and Revelations
Author: lovesmymovement on lj/wanderlustlights on tumblr
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Word Count: 625/1539 (so far)
Pairing(s): Dave/Kurt {Kurtofsky}
Spoilers: Not so sure about any spoilers yet. I'll put spoilers here later on as the story progresses.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Tis Ryan Murphy's brain child and I take ownership of nothing there.
Summary: Freshman year of college in New York. It's supposed to be magical, this amazing experience. Right? When things fall apart, Kurt isn't so sure anymore.
A/N: So I got the idea for this story a few weeks ago and just now got the chance to actually write it. Let me know what you think so far! Things will be explained so much more later on as the story keeps going. :) Title from the album by Muse.


Kurt turned and smiled as Dave stopped next to him in the lunch line. "Hello. And how are you today, Mr. Karofsky?"

Dave let out a short bark of laugh. "I'm good. Finally finished that fucking paper for McAlister's class so I think I'm good - for now anyway," he said with another laugh, making Kurt smile at his optimism. "You okay?"

Kurt glanced back up at him once before turning his attention back to ordering his lunch. "Me? I'm fine."


"Yes, really," said Kurt, rolling his eyes in slight annoyance. As nice as it was that Dave seemed concerned, it didn't exactly help his mood any when you said you were okay and the other person wouldn't let it go. And for as much as he loved Dave, he wasn't exactly about to spill all of his relationship problems to him. Ian was different; Ian didn't know him as well as David did, which really just made it easier for Kurt to talk to him and not be judged. He knew Dave wasn't the judgmental type, of course, but nevertheless it was hard for him to be indifferent when it came to Blaine.

"So did you wanna come over tonight?" Dave asked after they'd sat down. "The Office is on tonight if you wanted to watch it together."

Kurt smiled at Dave from across the table and nodded. "Yeah, sure. That'd be great."

It turned out to be a great night, actually. It was a Thursday, and neither of them had class until the early afternoon, which meant they could stay up almost as late as they wanted.

In reality, Kurt fell asleep on Dave's shoulder before the end of the episode.

He'd been completely distracted the night before after his Skype session with Blaine and was up until almost three in the morning working on finishing his massive amounts of homework. Ian was already asleep and Kurt was in the room with nothing but the city lights streaming in through the window and his desk lamp filling the room. With finishing his homework that late and having an eight am class, he was lucky he didn't completely pass out during one of his classes.

Dave glanced down at him, where Kurt's eyes were shut tightly, mouth open slightly as his chest rose and fell slowly. It was almost cruel to wake him.

"Kurt," said Dave softly, nudging him. "Kurt, wake up."

"Wha?" Kurt mumbled into Dave's shoulder after a moment. "Where'm'I?"

Dave chuckled quietly. "You're in my room, you fell asleep."

"I did?" Kurt said, groaning as he stretched and let out a yawn. He blinked at the TV and glanced at the clock next to Dave's bed. "The show's done? What happened?"

"Don't worry, it's fine, I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Did you, uhm. Did you wanna sleep over here tonight? You can sleep on the bed, I'll take the floor."

"Mmm," Kurt hummed in agreement, resuming his position slumped against the other boy's side, his head resting on Dave's shoulder.

He was asleep again within moments.

"Uhm... Kurt?" said Dave, and after a minute trued extracting himself from Kurt without waking him but to no avail. The boy was out cold. If Dave made any sudden movements Kurt would either fall onto the bed and possibly hit his head on the wall or the bed post, or else wake up; Dave wasn't so sure he wanted either of those to happen. So instead, flushing in both awkwardness and embarrassment, Dave slowly lowered the both of them to the mattress, settling into a more comfortable position for sleeping, and pulled his comforter on top of them.

It was the best sleep he'd had in a long time.