Here is a short story I wrote about Kurt and Dave. The idea came into my head after I watched Psycho this weekend. If you have never seen the original 1960 Alfred Hitchcock version its a must see. Anyways, for now this is a one shot, but could be expanded into a few more chapters. Let me know what you think.

(Disclaimer: I don't own any of these lovely characters...only in my dreams)

"I can't believe you convinced me into watching this," Kurt huffed, plopping onto the couch next to Dave. Kurt was holding a giant bowl of popcorn, and offered some to Dave.

"Seriously for someone who is in to classic movies, you sure missed one of the biggest Fancy."

"Classical musicals, there is a difference," Kurt protested.

"Whatever you say babe." Dave leaned over and pulled Kurt into his arms, planting a kiss in Kurt's hair. Kurt hated anyone touching his hair, but for Dave alone he made an exception.

Dave and Kurt had been dating for a month now. It had taken their friends and family a couple weeks to accept their relationship. Everyone was uncomfortable about the bully and his victim becoming a couple, but once they had seen how Dave was with Kurt, no one could deny that the boys made each other happy.

Dave wasn't ready to come out to the school yet; so while at school the couple played things down and acted like good friends. Dave had joined the Glee club, telling Azimo it was part of his probation conditions on returning to school. In fact, it was just to spend more time with Kurt, plus he wasn't half bad at the whole singing and dancing thing. The general population of the school believed Dave had become friends with Finn and Puck, thus his reason for constantly hanging with the Glee kids, and had moved onto other juicy gossip.

Because of the secrecy of their relationship and still living in Lima, the close minded capital of America, the boys spent most nights holed up in Kurt's basement bedroom. Tonight was no different.

"You sure you okay with a scary movie?" Dace asked as the DVD menu appeared on the television screen.

"Of course, what do you take me for Hamhock?" Kurt teased back.

"Don't day I didn't warn you," Dave laughed, a bemused smile on his face.

"Boys," Burt popped his head into Kurt's room. "Carole and I are headed to the party, we will be back late. Finn's out at Puck's. You guys going to be okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Hummel. We're just going to watch a movie."

"You sure? We don't have to go. We can stay here," Burt rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of leaving his son home alone with his ex-bully-now-boyfriend.

"Dad, go. We will be fine, I promise. We will call if we need you. Now go, or you're going to be late." Kurt said, trying to push his father out the door without leaving his spot on the couch in Dave's arms.

"Alright, no funny business while were gone."

"Carole!" Kurt yelled in embarrassment.

"Come on Burt, leave the boys alone," Carole said, her voice wafting down the stairs.

"Alright, fine." Burt called up the stairs, before turning back to the boys.

"I mean it Dave. You go one step too far and I'll pull out my shotgun."

"Dad!" Kurt squeaked.

"Burt!" Carole yelled.

"I understand Mr. Hummel," Dave replied, trying to hide a grin from his face.

"Good, bye boys." With that Burt returned upstairs.

"Oh my gosh," Kurt said burying his face in Dave's chest. "I can't believe he did that."

"Yeah, I heard about fathers being protective of their daughters. I figured with the whole being gay thing I would have avoided that, guess not." Dace smirked.

"Are you calling me a girl Hamhock?" Kurt asked, playfully smacking Dave's arm.

"No, not a chance Fancy," Dave said, leaning down and placing a kiss on Kurt's forehead. "I just find it endearing that your father cares that much." Kurt smiled, and leaned upwards planting a kiss on Dave's lips. Dave slipped his arm behind Kurt pulling him closer. Kurt's kiss was soft and sweet, but in no time turned to a passionate one. Dave snaked his tongue out, sliding it over Kurt's bottom lip. The smaller boy sighed, giving Dave an opening and slipping his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Kurt snaked his arm up Dave's chest and wrapping it around his neck, deepening the kiss. They stayed like that for a few minutes, their mouths moving together. Dave pulled away first, much to Kurt's disappointment.

"Come on, movie time." Dave shifted so Kurt was lying next to him on the couch.

"Why is this movie called Psycho?" Kurt asked as the opening credits began. Dave smirked.

"You'll see, I promise."

The black and white movie began. At first it seemed like any other movie. Things turned weird, when the main character stole money from her boss and went to find her fiancée. When a big rainstorm hit stranding the lonely woman at a nearly deserted motel, Kurt knew this wasn't going to end well. An hour and a half later as the closing credits crossed the screen Kurt had been scared shitless.

"So what did you think?" Dave asked, picking up the remote and turning the television off.

"That I'm never going to be able to take a shower again," Kurt said, shivering closer to Dave. Dave chucked.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing babe, I'm just glad you enjoyed it." Dave glanced at his watch, it was almost midnight. If he didn't leave now he would be late for curfew. Kurt saw Dave's glance.

"You have to go don't you?" Kurt asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but I so want to stay here." Dave groaned burying his face into Kurt's neck.

"I know, I know," Kurt grinned. He didn't want Dave to leave either, but if Dave missed curfew he would be grounded and then they really wouldn't get to spend any time together.

"Come on," Kurt heaved Dave up. Dave sighed and got up. They walked upstairs hand-in-hand. Kurt stopped at the front door. Dave turned to him.

"You okay by yourself?" Dave asked.

"Of course, now go before you get in trouble."

"Okay babe," Dave leaned in and kissed Kurt, short and sweet. "I'll call you in the morning. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Kurt responded. He stood in the doorway, watching as Dave got into his car, and drove away.

Kurt returned to his room and began his night time moisturizing routine. His phone buzzed from its place on the counter.

Spending the night, we've had too much to drink. See you in the morning. –Carole

Kurt sighed. His father really shouldn't be drinking at all, much less enough to prevent him from driving. Kurt was going to have to have a talk with his father in the morning. He returned to his moisturizing routine, dancing a little to the quiet background music.

As he finished his night time routine, Kurt heard a soft thump from upstairs, he froze. When he heard nothing else he figured he had imagined the noise. He turned the light off in the bathroom and climbed into his bed, pulling the sheets close around him.

Again, a small noise came from upstairs, followed by a thunk and a crash. Kurt jumped up in bed, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

"Dave?" Kurt asked as soon as someone picked up.

"Miss me already Fancy?" Dave joked

"Uh huh…can you come over?" Kurt asked, snuggling back into his sheets, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Aren't your parents' home?"

"No, they are spending the night at the party."

"Is something wrong babe?" Dave asked, his voice growing concerned.

"I don't want to be alone," Kurt whispered in defeat.

"The movie scared you, huh? Alright, I'll be right over."

Kurt hung up, and stayed in the safety of his bed. It wasn't long before Kurt heard a car pull up to the house. Kurt jumped out of bed, ran up the stairs, throwing the door open and engulfing Dave in a hug.

"Hey, calm down. I'm here," Dave says, moving them both inside the house and shutting the door.

"Sorry," Kurt mumbles and pulls away, cheeks flushed.

"Come here," Dave pulls Kurt back into his arms. "I knew the movie was a bad idea."

"No it wasn't. I liked it," Kurt piped up. He didn't want Dave to feel guilty. He really had liked the movie.

"Sure, whatever you say." Dave squeezed Kurt. "Come on, let's get you into bed." Kurt cocks an eyebrow at him. Dave realizes what he just said and blushes. "I didn't mean it like that," he says defensively.

"Sure," Kurt smirks. He grabbed Dave's hand and returns them to the basement. Kurt stops at the bottom of the stairs, realizing he is inviting his boyfriend into his bedroom. It was different earlier when they were just snuggled together on the couch, this was something else. Dave paused too. This was new for them both. They had never had a sleepover before. Yet, here they were, just two deer caught in the headlights. Dave recovered first.

"It's late, you should get to sleep." Kurt nodded, walking over to his bed. He sat down stiffly, and clearly uncomfortable. Dave followed him across the room and sat down next to Kurt. "I don't have to stay, I can just tuck you in and leave."

"No," Kurt protested. "Please stay."

"Of course babe," Dave replied, kissing Kurt's cheek before lying down and pulling Kurt with him. Dave reached out, and pulled the blanket over them. Kurt sighed and snuggled up to Dave, turning over so his face was against Dave's chest.

"This okay?" Dave asked. Kurt nodded. He felt safe in Dave's arms. Dave was on his back with Kurt snuggled into the crook of his arm. Kurt's other arm sprawled across Dave's chest, Dave took his free hand and intertwined his fingers with Kurt. With his other hand he began rubbing soothing circles on Kurt's back.

"I can't believe I am such a wimp," Kurt stated in defeat.

"Hey no worries," Dave chuckled. "The first time I watched the movie I didn't shower for a week. After my parents got fed up with the smell and forced me to shower. I threw such a big fit and made my mom stay in the bathroom with me while I showered. I did this for weeks before my mom insisted this was pathetic and made me shower alone." Kurt was laughing at this point.

"Really? Mr. Tough Dave Karofsky? Afraid to take a shower?" Kurt joked.

"Hey shut up! I was like nine." Dave chuckled too, reflecting on how silly it seemed now. They stayed like that, in silence for awhile, both lost in their own thoughts. Kurt broke the silence first.

"Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you," Kurt mumbled. Dave paused, how was it possible for three little words to make his heart swell so much. He couldn't believe it. This moment right here, Dave never wanted to leave.

"I love you too Kurt."

I hope you liked it!

I'm thinking of adding another chapter where Burt gets home the next morning and finds the boys in bed...uh oh!

Reviews are welcome!