~VioletCherry342~

David was stiff.

No, not that way, you pervert. He had just been working out too damn hard, and not stretching afterwords. It was Quinn's fault; she apparently thought they should ween off the exercise, seeing how he was 'looking so much better' and she 'didn't want to overwork him'. David didn't agree with this, and since he'd never returned her work out DVD's, he'd been doing those after dinner. Which typically left him at 11pm at night, and he just didn't have time to do the stretches, and oh God, was he paying for that today.

But that wasn't why he was tense. Well, the physical reason, yes, but the real reason for his anxiety was because Kurt had called him earlier and asked him to come over, and usually that would've sent him spiraling in pure excitement, but something about his tone...like he was nervous, not sure this was a good idea, something. It made his hands shake, his chest tighten, his jaw tense in a way that made his teeth ache. And when he knocked on Kurt's door, timidly, shaky, he almost had a heart attack...at least, until Kurt opened the door, and he wasn't looking at him with a sad or resigned look, just his normally happy expression at seeing him. Still, he only calmed a little bit after he tugged Kurt against him and pressed his mouth to Kurt's. His boyfriend jumped and giggled a little, looking up after the kiss broke with an amused expression. "Hi, you."

"Hey," David sighed, grinning and cupping Kurt's cheek.

"Miss me?" Kurt asked in a flirtatious tone, raising his brows and settling his hands on David's waist.

"Maybe a little," David replied, circling his thumb around the smaller boys ear. "What did'ya call me here for anyway?"

"Oh," Kurt said, swallowing. "Um...I was...Oh, God, I sound like a clingy person from a soap opera, okay, never mind, let's just...let's just-"

"Hey," David said. "Come on, what is it?"

Kurt sighed. "Can we sit?"

David nodded, leading Kurt to the couch and resting his hand on the small of his back, lifting his brows and waiting for Kurt to speak.

"Just...we'll be going to college in like...a couple months and...and I want to know how...well, I...I got into NYADA and-"

"You got in?" David said, cutting him off. Kurt's lips curled up a little, and that was a good enough response. A little gasp passed Kurt's lips when David crushed his own against them, teasing at the soft hair at the back of Kurt's neck. "When were you gonna tell me?" He asked, a little laugh in his voice.

Kurt blushed. "I..I thought you'd be mad-"

"Why would I be mad?" David asked.

"Because I want to know what happens to...to us, and..." Kurt frowned. "I don't want to break-up, David."

The older boy shook his head, pressing a small peck to the tip of Kurt's nose. "Good, because...I got into NYU."

Kurt's eyes lit up. "NYADA and NYU are only like, two miles away from each other."

"And they have a great program for sport agent wannabe's," David added. "That is...if you want me to come."

Kurt nodded. "Of course I do. Of course I want you to come!"

David chuckled as Kurt threw his arms around his shoulders, squeezing so tight Dave wasn't a little stunned such a little body could have so much force. The look of pure joy on his face evaporated when David accidentally let out a little whine, the smaller boy tilting his head. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," David covered, pulling Kurt close again. Kurt narrowed his eyes, too curious for his own good, and tugged at David's gray tee-shirt, pressing his fingers into his shoulders, and watching David fail at hiding a wince. "David...What's wrong?"

"Nothing, really," David said again, shaking his head. "I'm just a bit...sore."

Kurt huffed. "Quinn is still making you stretch, right?"

"Yes," He said. At least that was true.

"Are you...um-" Kurt flushed. "-doing other things I don't need to know about, or-"

"Fancy!"

Kurt laughed. "I'm just asking!"

"No, I am not jerking off so vigorously I get myself sore, okay?" David said, amused. "No."

"Fine, then, what?" Kurt asked.

"I am jumping off buildings to see how far I bounce," He informed.

Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head. "C'mon!"

He sighed. "Quinn's just...been going really light, and I...have been using her tapes."

Kurt frowned. "And not stretching."

It wasn't a question, so David just busied himself with catching Kurt's hand, pulling it from his chest and in between his own, squeezing it. Kurt growled and leaned forward, nuzzling at David's neck quickly before getting off the couch. "You know, I asked her to lighten up on you."

"Why?" David asked shyly, watching Kurt crawl on the small space behind him on the couch. "What are you doing?"

"Lie down," Kurt instructed, pushing at David's shoulders until he did so, getting in a more comfortable spot on his thighs. "Because. I think you're perfect, and you're killing yourself."

David blushed, feeling Kurt's hands slip under his shirt, which was pushed up higher as his palms made it up to his shoulders. Kurt felt the older boy squirm a little in discomfort, and leaned down to pepper little butterfly kisses on his spine and up to his neck, feeling him let out a tiny sigh. "Kurt..."

"I'm serious," Kurt said, pressing his thumbs into David's shoulder blades and mouthing at his ear when he gasped. "I can understand wanting to get in shape, I really can...but you act like you can't fit through a door.

"You worry me, sometimes," Kurt continued, sliding his hands down again, to kneed at his ribs, lifting his brows when David, literally, moaned. Because...that was a lot hotter of a sound than he would've expected.

"I- I'm sorry," David said after clearing his throat, seeming to calm a little bit under Kurt's hands, now. "God, that feels good.."

Kurt snorted, moving back down to press his lips against the extremely knotted up areas of David's back - damn, how did he even walk? - as he worked. And David kept whimpering and sighing and groaning and Kurt was just trying to think of him falling over in the mall when he tried to walk in his shoes because he had not mentally prepared himself for those noises and how much more awkward could he make this?

"Jesus, Fancy," David said. "Screw singing, you should just do this for a living."

Kurt laughed. "Like you'd share me."

"Mmph...oh God, no." Kurt snorted, far too entertained to be normal. David whined when Kurt found a particularly abused spot, the smaller boy wincing at the sound. "Is this okay?"

"Mhmm, I'm fine," David said, moving his arm against his side to touch Kurt's knee. Kurt grinned a little. "I don't want to hurt you..."

"You're not," David reassured. "I'm okay...You don't even have to be doing this anyway."

"I want to," Kurt said, moving again so he was leaning over David as to press tiny kitten licks against his neck as to distract from this softball of a knot on his back-

"OKAY, WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL IS GOING ON IN MY HOUSE NOW?"

Kurt, more startled by the door slamming than by his brother's voice, merely glanced up, where as David flinched as though he'd been caught half naked with Kurt by his little sister, shifting to tug his shirt down self-consciously. "Um..."

"I knew it, I KNEW you two would be on orgy terms! Where's the rest of them? Were you two just warming up-?"

"Dude," A very bored looking Puck said. "They weren't doing anything."

"Like hell they weren't doing anything, people don't make those sounds when they aren't doing anything." Kurt ran his fingers through David's hair and chortled when the older boy hid in the pillow. "And oh good GOD my brother tops. My brother likes sticking it up instead of taking it up. I should of known, such a damn control freak."

Kurt blinked. "Finn, stop yourself."

"And YOU," Finn boomed at David, who tilted his head to look up awkwardly. "You think just because Kurt says he's okay with it means he is? No no no, he is just horny. He will die if his first time is on a couch."

Kurt, who was just staring at Finn with a dumbstruck expression, barely registered what David said until Noah burst out laughing and he finally remembered English. "Oh, we're way past couches. We've done it at the park, over cars...hell, we did it in your bed last week."

"DUDE, BRO CODE, WHAT THE-"

"He's fucking with you, man!" Puck said, still laughing.

"...Oh."

"Maybe you two could, uh, leave?" Kurt offered.

"How about you two leave?" Puck said. "No closed door rule."

"Dude!" Finn whined. "No, no, how about you stay and watch a movie with us? Y'know, X-Men, rah."

"Is that the one with the cars that stand up?" Kurt asked. "With the black haired girl Puck probably jerks off to?"

Puck nodded absentmindedly before Finn sighed. "That's Transformers..."

"Same thing," Kurt said, waving a hand. "Why don't you watch a normal superhero movie? Like Superman, or Batman? Something legit."

"X-Men is so legit!" Finn defended. "It's a Marvel comic, which means it's legit!"

Kurt tried to keep his lips from curling up at his brothers distress, but he could feel David shuddering in smothered laughter underneath him and it was a contagious noise. So he bit the insides of his cheeks and raised his brows at Finn instead. "Just because it was a picture book doesn't make it real..."

"Finn's gonna strangle your boyfriend, Karofsky," Puck warned in a humored tone.

"Oh, I'd love to see him try," David said, still smirking, humming when Kurt carded his fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently.

"I give up. I just give up."

"And why would they give him those choices?" Kurt asked. "You're either X-Men, which sounds like ex's, or you're C-Men, and that just isn't appropriate for anyone under the age of thirteen."

"Nyeh..."

"It's either I make fun of your Charles Xavier dude, or me and David go hang out behind that door..." Kurt said, though he had no intention of doing anything 'behind closed doors' worthy. "And then you can't make out with Puck because then my jokes would have purpose and proof."

Noah smirked and shook his head and Finn made some growly noise that sounded almost like, 'damn it we are not dating'. "Leave, then."

"Smart choice." David caught Kurt wink and snickered, waiting until Kurt got off his legs before tugging the smaller boy closer to him and taking him downstairs.

...oOo...

They were still downstairs an hour later, hearing the occasional explosion from the movie upstairs. After much prompting, Kurt had gotten David back into a lain position and accidentally soothed the boy into a snooze. So now, here he was, sitting next to him and smoothing out his hair absentmindedly, just...watching. He was really cute when he was sleeping, Kurt found out, so bliss'd out and happy, so calm. It made Kurt happy...and frankly, David's shoulder made a damn good pillow, and Kurt was taking advantage of that.

Well, until David grumbled and shifted, turning his head and looking at the smaller boy. "Please tell me I didn't..."

"You did," Kurt said, snickering and brushing his lips against the back of David's neck and nosing at his messed up hair.

"Damn," He sighed, rolling slightly so he was on his side, Kurt lying over his ribs, in a perfect position for David to wrap an arm around his waist. Kurt grinned down at him. "Hi."

"Hey," He replied, moving his other hand to cup the side of Kurt's neck. Kurt sighed, looking eerily like Spook for a moment and David chuckled, getting a raised brow from Kurt. "What?"

David shook his head, quickly turning them over and getting a chirp out of his boyfriend, and swallowing his laughter with his own mouth, not letting up until Kurt's gasp could probably be heard up the stairs. "Nothing."

"You're really great when you first see me," Kurt said, giggling and wrapping his arms around David's neck gently. "So spontaneous."

"You're a good thing to see," David told him. Kurt scoffed, and David narrowed his eyes at him. "What was that?"

"That's just a ridiculous thing to say," Kurt said, shaking his head and pushing his nose against David's. His boyfriend frowned, leaning his forehead against Kurt's and pecking his upper lip. "Are you stupid?"

Kurt pouted. "Why would you ask me that?"

"Because you just coughed when I said you're great..." David said slowly. "And you are great. You're perfect, Kurt..."

Kurt sighed. "You're sweet."

"I'm honest," David told him, lifting himself up slightly when Kurt shifted, bending his leg up and resting his knee against David's side. "And I have never adored anything or anyone more than I do you...And you know I'm very picky."

Kurt snickered slightly, turning his head and brushing the back of his hand against his eyes before burrowing into David's shoulder. "You really need to stop making be cry," He said, the words muffled by David's shoulder.

"As long as they're still happy tears, I don't mind," He said, turning his head and nuzzling and mouthing at Kurt's ear. Kurt felt a hand on the back of his head, massaging his scalp gently and Kurt finally huffed and feel back in the pillow. "Embrasse-moi?"

Kiss me?

David smiled, pressing against the smaller boy and capturing his mouth once again, one hand still in his hair and the other rested against his ribcage, Kurt's hands tangled in David's hair and gripping the back of his shirt. "Toujours, Fantaisie."

Always, Fancy.

*sigh* More fluffy sap as an ending...I'm gonna go cry now, okay? Okay. Anyway...I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! You are all SO sweet and I am so happy with the response to this story! Thank you all SO much, you've made this so much fun! :') So...FF is screwy right now? For those of you who got emails and couldn't see it, I apologize! Pop me a review if this goes through? Dang thing...lol

ATTENTION: For those of you who actually give a damn about Blaine and Sebastian, I have been convinced into writing a sister fic. It's called "Stay The Same" and is on my profile and I hope to see some of you over there :]

DorkFace: So, your PM is off, so I'll post here. How WRONG is it that I still haven't been able to get my hands on an X-Men? So, I had no idea what to do with it, and if you don't like they way I stuffed it in here, message me here or on Tumblr (same username) or...something. haha Hopefully this was okay? If not, like I said, let me know! :]