First, thank you for reading. Thank you so much for commenting and thank you for sharing your love for Dave Karofsky and Kurt Hummel with me. All my fics are Kurtofsky in nature. I don't own Glee, or any of the established characters I write, so please don't sue me. Hope you like them.

Valentine's Day
My first EVER fanfiction writing. First posted ( Read more... )

“So. Would you like scrambled eggs or an omelet? Um, we have turkey sausages, too.” Dave smiled eagerly as he sat on the edge of the tub, “Oh, wait! I can make French toast. I know how much you love my French toast.” He was holding Kurt’s foot across his lap, rubbing in the massage oil with his large hands.

Kurt smirked back. “Yes, Dave…I do ( Read more... )

 
( chapter 2 )

“I said no. Damn it, Kurt. Why do you have to be such a bitch?”

The words were out of his mouth and the pained look of shock flashed across Kurt’s face before Dave could blink. Fuck. He shouldn’t have said that. But he knew (and Kurt knew) that his stubbornness wouldn’t let him back down now.

Silence. No eye contact. Just the echo of his words ( Read more... )

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Dave finished work early on Fridays so he could get on the road to Lima as soon as possible. He made the trip every weekend since Kurt had moved in with his parents. The police arrested three individuals who admitted to making the threatening calls. They were linked to the threats and vandalism in California as well. But Kurt still hadn’t been back ( Read more... )

 
( Can I tell you a secret, Elijah? )

“We’ll continue your checkups here at our Chicago clinic until the 33rd week. At that point you’ll have to travel to IU Hospital in Indianapolis where the delivery will take place. Your cesarean will be scheduled as soon as the fetus has reached the necessary milestones.”

Kurt laid on his back, staring at the ceiling while the technician performed ( Read more... )

Why the fuck not? It’s not like I’m using it. Or ever will use it. Dave was half-way through filling out his paperwork, trying to remind himself why he was where he was.

The door to the small fertility clinic opened. He tried to ignore the couple as they made their way up to the window, checked in for their appointment and then sat opposite him in ( Read more... )

“Hey. I need your help with something.” Finn cornered Rachel at the end of the hall.

“Hi.” She smiled sweetly, no trace of hurt left in her eyes this time. “Of course. What is it?”

“Ok. But I need you to promise that you won’t ask too many questions.” Finn looked down at the paper in his hand. “Ok, like any questions. At all. Just do this for me ( Read more... )