A/N: Late birthday present for the lovely WickedWhiskey! Enjoy!

Of Wet Cats and Singing

Dave nearly choked on his coffee when he saw the slim figure rush past him. That can't be him, he thought. Not in Chicago. Unable to really control himself, Dave followed as best he could. He could feel the pressure of oncoming rain, but he knew he still had a bit of time before he'd have to seek shelter.

It was two blocks before the figure he was following disappeared into a building… one with security guards. Groaning quietly to himself, Dave hunkered down just outside, being sure to slowly sip on his coffee.

He told himself as the minutes past that he wasn't being that creepy. He and Kurt were friends. Sort of. For some reason, Dave had never been able to get himself to answer the emails Kurt would send. They were coming less often now. But Dave wasn't sure if it was because Kurt was giving up or if he was just busy. After all, in his last email, Kurt had said, a little cryptically, "It's nice being able to work as a free man."

It was that email when Dave discovered that Kurt was working at Vogue in New York. Which was why he was so confused.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been waiting, but Dave noticed he was almost out of coffee when Kurt walked back out, looking a lot less rushed. Taking a deep breath, Dave walked over, tossing his cup and hoping his smile looked sincere and didn't reveal just how scared he was.

"Kurt?" he said, surprised that his voice came out much louder than the whisper he was expecting.

As soon as the boy turned Dave's nerves dripped away. He didn't think he'd ever seen Kurt look so happy.

"Dave! Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Then he threw his arms around Dave's neck and gave him a strong hug.

"My Dad and I moved here a few months ago," Dave said. "I'm going to college just outside the city and decided to take my day off to site see." Where was Dave finding this ability to talk with Kurt? "I'm more curious as to why you're here. Aren't you supposed to be in New York?"

"My boss wanted me to give a presentation for her. I said yes before I found out I was coming to the Chicago office." Kurt shrugged, his smile never really leaving his face. "If I had known you lived here now I would have let you know."

Clearing his throat, Dave looked away, feeling his face warm with a blush. "Yeah. I'm sorry I never email you back. I still don't know why I don't. But I look forward to every email you send."

"Well, I do enjoy being able to rant sometimes," Kurt said, chuckling a little. "I think I've gotten used to you not answering. My emails to you are the most therapeutic I've ever sent. It's like I'm talking to a cat."

That got a laugh out of Dave. "I don't know how to feel being compared to a cat."

"Shush, it's a good thing."

They shared a smile before a slightly awkward silence fell over them. Kurt sighed and opened his mouth to say something, but Dave beat him to it.

"Are you doing anything else? Want to site see with me?"

Dave wasn't sure if the look on Kurt's face was thankful or surprised. Maybe both.

"I'd love to."

They had just walked one block towards the shore when Dave felt the first signs of a heavy rain. Cursing silently, he looked around frantically for someplace they could take shelter. Seeing a department store he grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him in just as the clouds opened up.

"Holy shit!" Kurt exclaimed, standing at the door and staring out. "Does it always rain like that?" he asked, looking back at Dave.

Dave shrugged. "Not really. It's just bad in the city because of the wind it gets from the lake. Without wind I don't think it would be this bad." He saw Kurt's umbrella and pointed to it, "That's going to do shit in this rain."

"Well duh," said Kurt laughing. Finally, they turned around and Kurt's eyes went wide in surprise.

So did Dave's, but for a slightly different reason.

"Oh my God! This is perfect!"

Dave twisted his head around to stare at Kurt in surprise and horror. "Please tell me you aren't wearing a wedding dress to marry Blaine."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Please, I'm done with Blaine."

"That's the part of my statement you're having a problem with?" Dave tried not to get his hopes up about Kurt not dating Blaine. He was brought out of his thoughts by a rather strong punch to his arm.

"I'm not ever going to wear a wedding dress for my wedding," he said. "But I've been trying to think of some new ideas to pitch to my boss. What better place to find inspiration than a dress shop?"


"Okay, so maybe it's not the most original," said Kurt, walking a little further in and looking at the closest dress to him. "But I've never really looked too closely at any wedding dresses. This could be fun."

And it was fun… for Kurt. Dave stood off to the side, explaining to every single person why they were there and what Kurt was doing. When he wasn't doing that, he was thinking about Kurt and his possible single status. Almost an hour later, the rain was still coming down and Kurt seemed to be loosing his excitement.

It was while they were both staring out the door when Dave could no longer control his thoughts from escaping. "Why did you and Blaine break up?"

He regretted asking as soon as the words were out in the open because all the happiness on Kurt's face disappeared.

"Simply put," Kurt took a deep breath, "He cheated on me. He slept with someone else."

"Must be the hair gel," Dave mumbled.

"What?" asked Kurt, turning towards Dave. "What the hell does hair gel have to do with anything?"

Dave shrugged. "I mean, something must have gotten to him that made him think you weren't enough or whatever."

Sighing, Kurt shook his head. "Apparently it was the long distance. But it doesn't matter why. He did it. And I can't forgive him for that, no matter what his reasons."

Dave nodded. He should have known better than to try and lift Kurt's spirits with a joke about his ex. They stood in another awkward silence before Dave tried again. "Okay, so I'm hating that I practically ruined your mood. What can we do to fix that? You were really happy ten minutes ago."

"It's not your fault that my mood dropped a little," Kurt said, giving a half smile. "You don't have to do anything."

"But you're not fun to be around when you look all depressed," said Dave. "There has to be something we can do to make you happy again, even if it's just for the rest of today."

Kurt bit his lip, looking out the door for another minute before turning to Dave, a mischievous smile growing on his lips. "There is one thing that I've never done. And now would be the perfect time."

"What is it?" Dave asked, feeling only a little bit apprehensive.

"Do you mind getting wet?"


The pout Kurt displayed would have convinced a saint to sin. "It would make me really happy."

"Fine," Dave said, smiling, letting Kurt pull him out into the rain. At least it was dying down a little, though not by much. "Why are we getting wet?"

Kurt handed Dave his umbrella and smiled wide. "I've always wanted to sing Singin' in the Rain… in the rain. I know we did a mash-up in glee, but real rain is a very different feel. You are going to be my audience."

He barely waited for Dave to nod before starting to sing.

I'm singin' in the rain
Just singin' in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at clouds.
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love.

He'd only been skipping around before, doing a few dance moves. Keeping it simple. But now he started splashing around, humming what sounded like an instrumental part. Then he pulled Dave closer, making him help by supporting some of his crazier moves.

He slipped, falling into Dave's arms and finished the song in a much less theatrical way. Dave couldn't bring himself to pull his hands away from Kurt's hips.

Let the stormy clouds chase.
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
just singin'
singin' in the rain
dancin' in the rain...
I'm happy again...
I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain...

Without warning, Kurt closed the distance between them, his lips crashing into Dave's. They kissed for only a few seconds before Kurt pulled away.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry."

Dave chuckled, opening his eyes that he didn't remember closing. "That's okay. Consider us even."

Kurt bit his lip, but couldn't stop himself from laughing anyways. "Okay," he said, nodding, "We're even. Thank you. That was fun."

Now, Dave could have made a comment on whether Kurt was talking about the singing or the kiss, but didn't want to make things awkward again. Instead he suggested they head towards where ever Kurt was staying so he could get dry. Then Dave would start heading home.

It was only two days later when Dave got another email from Kurt. It was a short one.

I'm sick, but happy. Thank you for that. –Kurt

Smiling, Dave sent a quick reply.


The End

A/N: Song is not mine. And if you don't know what it's from... go watch season 2, "The Substitute." :P