A/N: I know this epilogue is laughably late but I hope some of you will still take the time to read it. I've had major inspiration issues but I was determined to finish it, I hope it won't have been in vain!

This is my first attempt at smut, I've never written something even remotely as graphic as this. Yet it's still pretty tame, I think. It's actually just a bit of sexy action, sandwiched between shameless fluff!

Epilogue: The Dawn Of Us

Every few years, New Year's Eve gets the temperature it deserves. Fat, soft snowflakes that fall lazily, crisp but not too cold wind that turns cheeks pink. The kind of weather people always assume for a winter in New York city, the result of countless Christmas movies that have spread that propaganda for decades. Truth be told, there are probably many holidays that have enjoyed that picture-perfect setting in the past. The only problem is that today isn't one of them. It doesn't look that bad at first. After all, the sun has shined all day long and the sky has remained clear once the night has come. What's actually insufferable is the temperature, the beyond belief cold.

Dave jumps from one foot to the other; the balancing helps him to prevent permanent freezing of his toes. "This is bad" he thinks. If his heavy frame has trouble dealing with the biting cold so quickly, how will Kurt survive it? The slender boy will never withstand it for the whole evening. And to think that they could be spending the last hours of 2014 under the covers… Regardless of what they could have done under said blankets, the mere warmth would have been enough. "Damn you Blaine and your activities!" he breathes through his lips. Was it too much to ask, a little private time with his brand new boyfriend? On the other hand, how do you refuse the plan of a best friend? Especially one who made this whole boyfriend thing possible…

Dave lets out a shivering groan and starts pacing in front of Kurt's building, because simply bouncing isn't doing it anymore. He resists the desire to check the time again. Spend enough time with Kurt and you'll learn that he's always fashionably late. Never overdoing it though. So when they agreed they'll meet up at 9, Dave knows he'll have to wait until 9:10ish for him, no matter what. Besides, he checked a minute ago and it was 9:08. Therefore, he keeps his eyes constantly on the glass door and a few seconds later, shiny leather boots appear at the top of the stairs. That's when it hits him.

For Dave, there are two kinds of happiness. There's your "I'm so happy!" like when you receive good news. Then there's your deeper one. The one that warms your skin and makes your heart skips a beat. Watching Kurt racing down the stairs to meet him, all excited and eyes twinkling, well, that certainly falls into the second category.

Kurt violently pushes the door open and stops his run in a screech, inches from Dave. "Can you believe it? We're actually starting the New Year in the most popular spot in the world! I feel… no, there are no words to describe my state!" he squeals.

His glee is contagious; Dave can't refrain from smiling in response. A particularly sneaky whiff of icy air gets under his scarf, sending a tremble throughout his body. No more smiling. "At least you're eager to do this. I can't believe Blaine is making us go out when it's this cold." he whines, teeth chattering.

"Don't be so morose." the singer retorts, sliding his arm under Dave's. He starts walking briskly, forcing Dave to follow. "We'll warm up at Josh's party, in the meantime I'm there if you need something hot…" he says in a cheeky tone.

Dave doesn't answer, simply tightening his grip around the slim arm.

"What?" Kurt asks, feeling the pressure on his forearm.

"Nothing, I'm just… You just cheered me up, I guess… Never mind." Dave replies.

"I'm so fucking in love with you I can't keep it in! I have to mentally slap myself every minute of every day just to make sure I'm not dreaming! Because I can't believe that you're here, that it can be that easy!" his mind screams. He has to bite his bottom lip to keep the words at bay. Even when he starts to wonder if his incisor will leave a bloody imprint, he still doesn't release his mouth.

Since their reunion back in Lima, he never even came close to voicing those feelings. And he's not going to start now. How could he, when Kurt is so relaxed about their relationship, so easygoing, so carefree?

Four weeks of dates, of torrid make-out sessions. Four weekends of unbridled sex, of barely leaving the bedroom for meals. A practice that threatened to make them both flunk a few classes.

And while there have been a few sparse hints from Kurt (a look in the morning, a tender smile after one of his stupid jokes…) nothing clear has been expressed. It's driving Dave mad. "Play it by ear, fine! I'd still like to know what music sheet you follow!" he muses. As they walk toward the subway, he fixes his gaze on Kurt's profile, hoping his thoughts can somehow be answered telepathically.

"Dave? You're staring at me again…Look, I know what you're thinking." Kurt says with a sigh.

Dave, feeling the rush of blood heading for his cheeks, turns his head away and tries to sound casual. "I wasn't thinking about anything in particular, what do you mean?"

"I'm not completely oblivious, contrary to what you believe. I know you hate this idea. I'll even agree with you, to some extent. Is spending New Year's Eve with thousands of people in the cold ideal? Nope, but it's something I have to do! Young man, first year in the Big Apple, a prey to the tourist trap that Times Square is… Totally kitsch, totally me!" he says with a flourish of the hand.

Dave lets out a breathy laugh, partly amused by his boyfriend's theatrical manner, partly relieved that his insecurities remain unknown. "Fuck, you don't even know what you want do you?" he chastises. He steadies his grip on Kurt's arm, now leading the way as they go down the stairs to the subway.

The following ride is rather silent; both men are focused on surviving the journey. So many persons pressed together in their heavy winter coat, the strange smells and the humidity of the ambient air, the mix is almost enough to make them pass out.

As soon as the doors open at their stop, Dave takes hold of Kurt's hand and heads for the stairs. Stairs that he climbs up in a few strides, taking the steps three at the time. Kurt nearly falls once or twice, not used to this urgent pace.

"Jesus, Dave, what's the rush?" he pants once they're outside.

"Sorry, I just couldn't bear it any longer." Dave replies. He inhales deeply, the crisp winter air refreshing his lungs in a most agreeable manner. "Ugh, that woman right next to us, was today the first day she took that coat out? It smelled as if it's been buried in mothballs since the twenties!"

Kurt snorts and lets go of his boyfriend's hand. "You're right, it was rather suffocating with her in there!" He looks around quickly. "Blaine told you we were meeting up where exactly? I don't see him, or Ben."

Dave is just about to answer when a violent exclamation covers the background noise of the street. Both their heads turn in that direction, comically synchronized. As they would have guessed, the former Warbler is engaged in another epic fight with Ben, a routine by now.

They stand aside. No way they'll miss that, but they won't get involved either. While Ben and Blaine never argue about important stuff, their combined artistic tempers always make for one impressive show.

"How can you even say that! It was the ideal horror movie!" The yell is so loud, a few persons actually stop in their tracks to check out the commotion.

"My point exactly. It's supposed to be a suspense, and it wasn't a very good one then!" The reply is expressed in the same heavy manner.

Dave exchanges a look with Kurt, motioning to the debating pair. Kurt nods and they approach the other couple. They don't quite get what is said next, what with the overlapping protests and shouts. They can still see what happens next though.

Ben leans in and kisses Blaine, deeply. The singer struggles for a few seconds and some muffled words continue to leak from his mouth. Another few seconds pass and they pull apart, Ben with a victorious smile, Blaine with a scowl. By then, Dave and Kurt are fairly close, nearing them from behind.

Blaine takes the opportunity to reprimand his boyfriend. "You won't be able to win every argument like this you know…"

"Don't need to, honey. You're gonna watch Alien, the real one, and you're gonna agree with me. I'm right. As usual." Ben replies.

"God, get over yourself man. You're gonna have to let that Alien 5 is a travesty go." Dave interrupts. He slaps Ben on the back, an unorthodox albeit effective way to put a stop to the argument. "Now you two get a move on, we should try to get as close to the tower as possible while we can!"

Times Square is jam-packed, thankfully. With the freezing wind that continuously blows, the heat of both the crowd and the excitation of the celebration combined are going to be most appreciated. It's up to Ben and Dave to fight the way to a respectable spot for the group. Dave is suddenly grateful for Ben's shape, just as stocky as him but five inches taller, at least.

He's literally a snowplow, albeit a considerate one. The only thing Dave has to do is keep the passage open long enough for Blaine and Kurt to squeeze through. When it's clear that there's no going further, they settle into their natural position, Dave and Ben wrapping their arms around their respective boyfriend protectively. Huddled comfortably, they let the surrounding trepidation carry their mood, soon becoming as hysterical as everybody else.

"10!... 9!" The whole city seems to shout the last seconds together. Then again, it probably is. Dave is oblivious to the ruckus, because Kurt has taken a step forward and now turns around to face him. Dave can see every flash of the fireworks reflecting in Kurt's blue irises and it's a sight to behold. There must something equally fascinating in Dave's gaze because Kurt is staring just as intensely.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Blaine teases. "The show is up there, not in your eyes, as lovely as they are!"

"6!...7!..." The ball keeps descending on its pole, ignored by the foursome.

"Aw, give me a break!" Dave says, his eyes still locked with Kurt's. "You're just jealous!"

"Hum, no. Not at all." Blaine smirks as he tilts his head upwards, stealing a kiss from his own boyfriend. "I'm quite fine!"

"2!...1!... Happy New Year!" The exclamations and wishes explode all around, with whistles and hurrays. Dave and Kurt smile brightly at each other. Just as he leans toward Kurt, Dave is hurled forward, knocking his boyfriend in the passing. A domino effect is set in motion, while a clamor rises behind the group. Dave turns around to find out the source of the disturbance, only to be greeted by a pair of shoes that makes hard contact with his cheek. He succeeds at keeping his balance by leaning on Ben and Blaine. "Sorry guys!" he says quickly. Looking around for Kurt, who escaped his grasp, he is distracted by the body-surfer who just kicked him. The guy passes over his head, wobbly. He has a fleeting idea to punch him but controls himself, afraid to hurt anybody by doing so. It's an irrelevant precaution, since the persons ahead of him fail to carry the body-surfer away.

"Watch out Kurt!" Dave yells, on the off-chance his warning might reach his boyfriend's ears in the cacophony. The stranger wavers on the raised hands holding him and tumbles down, dragging a dozen persons with him.

In a flash, Dave is on his knees, not minding the muddy snow that immediately goes through his jeans. There's a pile of arms and legs entwined on the street but with one quick look he locates Kurt's bright leather coat poking through. "No time to be gentle" he thinks, roughly pushing people aside to reach his boyfriend. Once he is accessible, he slides his palms under Kurt's armpits and lifts him up.

He examines Kurt, palpating his arms, face and neck frantically. All the while asking him repeatedly if he's okay, unable to hear Kurt's constant reassurances. It takes a whole minute but Dave stops, finally. Eyes growing wide, he forcefully swallows back his rage when he notices the marks on Kurt. Nothing major, a few cuts caused by the gravel on the street, one palm scratched and some ruined clothes. Still, it's enough to send him on a collision course, destination: that jackass who made Kurt fall.

"No Dave, it's not impor-" Kurt starts.

The protest dimly registers in Dave's mind, but the hand that tugs his coat does a better job at stopping him. Kurt's fingers curl around the thick fabric and pull him back.

One quick turnaround and the slender singer is brought back in Dave's arms. He lifts the injured palm to his lips; planting kisses light as a feather on the damaged skin. "Sorry baby…" he apologizes. "Old instincts kicking in, you know…"

The hand escapes his ministrations to snake around his neck, turning the comforting gesture into a tight hug. "Forget it, Dave, he didn't even really hurt me." Kurt whispers against Dave's shoulder.

"I know, it's just…" Dave's voice trails off. He can't say it. The past, even forgiven, is not forgotten in his head. Every attack on his boyfriend, however small, has to be avenged. He knows it's as much fueled by a desire to protect him than by a need to atone for past conduct. So, yeah, it's unhealthy, holding on like this. At least he's aware of it. It's a step.

"Fine." he sighs, pulling away. "That guy's still a douche who shoulda stay home!"

"Agreed, now let's enjoy the show!" Kurt replies joyously.

Dave merely smiles, once again amazed by Kurt's positivism. There is just no dampening his mood. It makes him lighten up too, although the immense crowd is growingly getting on his nerves. He holds back an annoyed groan when he's once again bumped by a passing guy, pushing him against Kurt. Who grins at the renewed intimate contact.

"Can't control yourself, can you? We have time baby, the night is young!"

"No, it was..." Dave starts. He's quickly cut off by his boyfriend's lips planting swift kisses on his. Giving in, his hands crawl up to cradle Kurt's face, while he tempers his lover's ardor by deepening the kiss, languidly sliding his tongue inside Kurt's mouth. For a few magical seconds, the cold air, weird smells and rude people are forgotten, scared off by the passion that spreads and clouds Dave's mind. The return to reality when they pull apart is glacial for the jock. The racket hasn't died down, the temperature is still unbearable... While Dave is trying to both catch his breath and keep the romance of the moment alive, the surroundings are making it quite difficult. He stares into Kurt's gentle eyes, gets a soft smile in response. Ben suddenly intervenes, with the proposition Dave has been craving for hours.

"Guys? What do you say we head for Josh's party now?"

A grateful, loud "Yes!" is immediately heard and soon they're all fighting their way out of the street and into the subway entrance.

By the time 3 am. comes around, he's not entirely sure what he wants. Desire swirls in his head. Desire for Kurt, then for sleep, then for food, then for Kurt again, then… "Whoa" he mumbles, tumbling down the hallway leading to his apartment, a giggling Kurt close behind. Maybe all those beers on top of the champagne weren't such a good idea. Thankfully, Kara is spending the holidays back home in Vermont, freeing him from the worry of waking up Chloe with his drunken ways.

It takes a full minute for his shaking hands to work the lock and allow them to enter. Both shed their coat and shoes messily in the hallway. As soon as they're in, Kurt aims straight for the couch, while Dave veers left and goes into the kitchen. For him, alcohol rhymes with triple chocolate ice cream. Once the container is retrieved form the freezer, he staggers towards the living room, plopping down on the couch next to a sprawled Kurt who watches him with hazy eyes. He eagerly starts plowing through the decadent treat, making contented noises as the rich taste invades his mouth.

A trickle of cream leaks from his mouth and starts sliding down. From what he can tell, Kurt can't take his eyes off of it. Dave looks at him, curious and raises his hand to wipe the annoying drip but Kurt rises and stops him, fingers curling gently around the jock's wrist.

He can't move, hypnotized by the look of hunger growing on his boyfriend's face. He numbly feels Kurt's index glide across his chin, catching the drop of chocolate before it falls. Helpless, he watches the finger disappear slowly between Kurt's pursed lips. The finger reappears with a popping sound. Dave's latent arousal suddenly becomes very active and the heat spreads in his loins.

Kurt creeps in direction, his crouched position reminiscent of a certain Push It rendition from years ago. Heavy hands seems to mimic the slow and steady walk of a panther. "He looks like one too, with those predatory eyes" Dave thinks hazily. "Breathe!" is the next thought in his head, but the sight of Kurt pushing himself forward, so seductive, is making it hard. He settles for hurried, ragged respirations as he watches the slim fingers climb up his leg. They rest momentarily on his aching hard-on before moving along to take care of his belt. They're so nimble that it doesn't take more than a second for his jeans to be unbuckled. One lift of the hips and pants, and underwear, are history.

The cool air on his skin finally prompts him to act and he discards his shirt as quickly as possible. Not quickly enough to his taste, a reluctant sleeve requires more attention. Therefore he misses the glorious sight of Kurt Hummel leaning forward and engulfing his engorged member to the hilt in one fluid motion. His hips buck forward involuntarily, making Kurt gag briefly. A hand glides over his thigh, calming him, while the other runs up his torso and starts playing with the chestnut hair there. "Ohhh!" he groans, more loudly than he cares for. They might be alone in the apartment but not in the building and his mind still manages to remember it.

Biting his lips with more-than-necessary force, he grabs Kurt by the shoulders and prevents him from continuing the spectacular blow job he's performing. The singer actually protests at the interruption, confusion and lust mingled painting a strange picture on his face.

He smiles reassuringly as he rises up. With a few decided moves, he drags his boyfriend to his room and undresses him, each item discarded with care but also promptly. Without hesitation, he picks him up and lays him down on the comforter.

He admires the boy sprawled over his covers until the urge to touch him becomes impossible to resist. It takes no time for him to climb up to rest next to Kurt's offered body. His hands run over Kurt's stomach, trace along the contracted abdominals and finally stop over his cock. He lets one descend further, caressing a trembling thigh, while the other closes around the hard erection. He strokes him slowly, excruciatingly so. After a few minutes of this torturous treatment, Kurt starts to whimper, each cries a little louder.

"Now, Dave, please, PLEASE… Ahh!" he begs, lips quivering. Kurt's head is trashing around on the pillows, which prompts Dave to stop his motion. He slides his hands upwards, never breaking contact with Kurt's skin, and catches his face between his palms, fingers gliding through the short hair. He presses his lips fervently against his lover's and pulls away quickly.

Kurt opens his eyes when he misses Dave's contact. They stare at each other and Dave seems to question the next move. Without a word, the singer brings his hand up to his mouth, licking it thoroughly before wrapping it around Dave's cock; he pumps away a few times, lubricating it. Dave lets out a shuddering moan and his eyelids flutter a few times.

"You sure?" he asks between tense breaths.

"Yes, please…"

Hearing this permission, Dave can't wait any longer. He positions himself at Kurt's entrance and eases his dick inside, inch by inch, slowly, delicately. Every one of his muscles is quaking from the restraint. It's hard to maintain; the pressure, the pleasure nearly makes him lose his mind. Kurt wraps his legs around Dave's hips in a wordless plea, urging him on. One last push and they're joined completely.

"My god… god, fuck! God!" the jock grunts, jaws clenched.

"You can call me Kurt, you know…" his lover chuckles breathlessly. However, that laugh quickly fades into amazed moans when Dave starts moving slowly inside Kurt. Each thrust is like a bolt of lightning, making his skin hypersensitive and his eyes fly shut under the pleasure. Kurt's hips lift in unison with Dave's pushes. He opens his eyes and is shocked to see Kurt's flushed face and his eyes dark with desire. It turns him on even more. Through a haze of lust, he sees Kurt reaching for him. Sensing the boy's need for contact, because the same ache runs through him, he stops briefly, slips his arm under the slender man's back and lifts him into a tight embrace. Kurt's arms automatically flings around Dave's neck, holding on for dear life. The pace accelerates, Dave slamming his lover down to his lap with more force. His hands roam on the soft skin of Kurt's back, relishing the goose bumps, the film of sweat that's forming there, every sensation.

He can hardly believe it, this is all happening. The small figure cradled in his arms, the chanting moans of delight he's provoking, the tantalizing shoulder he's burying his face in, it's all real. Once the realization hits him, control slips from him. He's losing his mind, himself, into that moment of sheer passion. His grip tightens around Kurt's waist, his thrusts become erratic… Almost straight after, his mind goes blank and his release comes, spilling into Kurt. The flashes of pleasure course through his spine. Panting helplessly in Kurt's neck, he barely senses his lover's own orgasm, splashing between their pressed bodies.

He feels his entire body melt a little more with each passing second. His hold loosens and he begins to fall forward. Last remains of conscience remind him to let Kurt lie down and to stop his fall before crushing him completely. Hands supporting him a few inches over the small boy, he contemplates his lover's face, pale as usual but with crimson spots on the cheeks. Kurt's hair is completely unruly, his lips are puffy from kissing and nibbling, his eyes are closed in bliss; basically he's never looked sexier.

His arms can't hold him any longer and he lets himself go, untangling himself from Kurt and lying down beside him. He scoots as close as he can, stopping when he's completely encased with his boyfriend. A mix of scents (sweat and after-shave) fills his nostrils and he can't resist sucking on the tight, perfumed flesh right below Kurt's ear. A purr of contentment is his reward. One last kiss and soon enough, they fall into oblivion, sated.

A shrill siren startles them both, jerking Dave awake and making Kurt groan in disapproval.

"Don't tell me you forgot to turn that thing off yesterday…" Kurt mumbles, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Sorry…" Dave whispers while slamming his hand haphazardly towards the offending noise. The clock is knocked down after a few attempts, silenced. Dave twists his head to look at Kurt and is surprised to see him already up, slipping his boxers back on. "Where are you going?" Dave asks, confused.

"Bathroom. I'm gonna take a shower if it's okay." Kurt replies, his voice a little coarse. He clears his throat and explains. "Once I'm awake, I can't stay in bed." He glances at the alarm clock on the floor. "Even if it's only 5:30." He pauses, surprised. "Whoa, how come you get up so early?" he inquires.

"It takes me forever to get up. I usually push the snooze button for a good hour before actually getting out of bed." Dave answers, sheepish. He pushes himself into a sitting position, the blanket pooling into his lap. He runs his hand over his face, trying to rub the tiredness off. "It's not like we have something to do today, why don't you try to go back to sleep?" he asks.

"It's no use; I know I won't be able to. But why don't you join me?"

The sudden sultry tone makes Dave open his eyes. Kurt has an eyebrow cocked in a comical way and a devilish smile is playing across his lips. All thoughts of sleep evaporate from Dave's mind and he idly wonders how in the world his boyfriend can be this sassy this early. He abandons this questioning within seconds and kicks the covers away. A few steps and he reaches the bathroom, Kurt didn't wait for him, if the already running water is any indication.

The unforgiving and harsh light blinds him temporarily and he scrabbles for the switch, plunging the room into an eerie, bluish darkness. As expected, it earns him a shrill complaint that he casually ignores. Pushing the curtain, he infiltrates the bathtub behind Kurt who's facing the ceramic wall.

"You want to get up, I want the night to continue. This is my compromise, we'll shower in the dark!" he announces.

The slender man spins around, surprise making him sway and slide. In extremis, Dave catches him and steadies him. The opportunity is too tempting and he keeps him flush against him while he advances in the tight space, trapping him between his chest and the end of the tub. His lips respond to the magnetic attraction of Kurt's dripping forehead, attaching themselves to his hairline. Nips alternating with light, reverent kisses, his mouth travels along the contour of Kurt's face and heads for his shoulder. Kurt's response is merely a languid moan, a formidably enticing sound if he ever heard one.

Dave's hands start traveling south, out of instinct, but Kurt thrusts his hips away in protest. "Stop, wait!" Kurt breathes. "I have to thank you. Right now."

"What?" Dave asks. The shift in the mood brings back confusion on his mind. He never gets used to that, even if that dance is usual in their relationship. It comes with the territory of dating a diva.

"Just for how you are with me." Kurt murmurs. "If someone had told me that I would find the most attentive, sweetest boyfriend in you, I would have probably doubled over laughing. Yet here you are." Kurt threads his fingers in Dave's wet hair, who can feel the drenched curls sticking to the caressing hands. He is drawn close and gives in, leading them to the gentlest of kisses.

A chuckle from Kurt makes them part, although their lips remain within an inch of one another's.

"What's so funny?" Dave asks.

"That damn body surfer... He absolutely ruined my moment!" Kurt laughs quietly. "My squealing wasn't supposed to be the first thing I'd say to you this year. I actually had something infinitely more meaningful, and let's say dignified, planned!"

"Really?" Dave teases. He sounds amused but at the bottom of his stomach, hope is settling in, a warm, bubbling, serious sensation. His better judgment is advising him to quell it on the spot, but the bright eyes and large smile of the guy in front of him is telling another story.

"Yes, really." Kurt states. His arms tighten around Dave's neck. For a few seconds, nothing more is heard, both guys holding their breath while the water bouncing off Dave's back is filling the silence with its resonating sound.

A sigh leaves Kurt's lips. He glimpses down, playfulness gradually disappearing from his face. Just as Dave is starting to worry, Kurt's head springs back up. "I love you, Dave." he says in a clear, firm voice.

No more than one second lapses for Dave to register what he just heard before Kurt goes on.

"I never said it to anyone, I've always had this deep conviction that it should only be said to the one, you know? I'd have to be sure and with you, I've been for a while. I didn't intend on making you wait but I figured it would start the new year on a romantic note..."

His hesitant smile melts Dave's heart. How can Kurt be so unsure, when Dave himself has been so obvious since the beginning? For once, there are no obstacles, no misunderstandings or unrequited feelings between them. For once, everything is simple, and most of all, clear. For once, Dave has the upper hand, the power to change things between them. No way in hell is he going to let it pass him by.

His hungry hands, still on Kurt's hips, glide further down and grab his ass, lifting him in one strong motion. Without instructions, Kurt locks his ankles around Dave's back and his arms around his neck, imprisoning Dave in a sensual embrace.

Once the balance is assured, Dave's hands trail back up to cradle Kurt's head. He plunges, losing himself a second in the infinite depth of the blue irises, darker in the ominous light, before speaking.

"Don't doubt, Kurt." he pleads. "Never doubt." He pauses, smiling while his hands massage softly the singer's neck. "You've known how I felt about you for years. You didn't just imagine it or played it up in your head. Whether I liked it or not, I've always been yours, even back then."

He chuckles, burying his face in Kurt's shoulder in an unexpected attack of self-consciousness. "It's a stupid thing, really, but I wanted you to say it first. Sorta makes up for me jumping you first."

Pulling back slightly, he brings his lips to the edge of Kurt's ear, feeling him tense in his arms. "I love you too, Fancy. Always have." he whispers.

Kurt immediately relaxes and Dave barely lets him get out a small sigh of relief before capturing his lips. A few blissful seconds of soft kisses ensue, kisses that reach deeper because of their newly declared intimacy. Reality, or more specifically physics, catches up with them. Kurt's thighs start to glue to Dave's waist, an escalating burn that is in no way pleasurable. Dave shifts around; his feet are starting to slip… "Hum, Kurt, maybe I should put you down before…" he says after regretfully detaching his lips from Kurt's addictive ones.

Kurt smiles. "Yeah. Might be a good idea." He untangles himself, while Dave lowers him with caution. "Showering à deux always sound better than it ends up to be, right?" he chuckles.

"I guess so. It was fun anyway, for the most part…" Dave murmurs. He presses one last kiss near Kurt's temple, lingering in the fresh scent for a second before pulling away. "Go on, I'll go after you."

He exits the bathroom, flicking the light back on and grabbing his large towel on his way out. His feet head for the kitchen. Time for coffee, he decides.

10 minutes later, when Dave comes into the living room with the steaming mugs, Kurt is staring out the window, eyes unfocused. Dave gently deposits the cups on the coffee table, walking towards the boy. He's simply too enticing, standing there in just a loosely wrapped towel, skin glistening. Kurt must have heard him coming because he doesn't flinch when two arms start circling his slim figure. The jock explores casually his damp hair with his nose and inhales deeply, before settling his head on Kurt's shoulder, looking out like him. The golden rays of the rising sun suddenly turn the frost in the window iridescent.

"Looks like it's gonna be a beautiful day" Kurt says, so softly the serene atmosphere of the moment isn't disturbed.

Dave smiles against his boyfriend's cheek, before replying in an even lower tone. "Looks like it's gonna be a beautiful year…"

He wouldn't dare say his true thought, not yet. Even if he's got the feeling Kurt thinks it too. It doesn't matter, it won't prevent it from happening.

Looks like it's gonna be a beautiful life...