There's a saying that goes around which states that high school, apparently, is supposed to be some of the best years of someone's life. Of course, this is something that not everyone ends up saying after they graduate... especially since the high school experience for one person may be completely different for somebody else. In other words, it's really not that strange to meet someone who will say that high school was actually some of the worst years of their life.

Even so, a good majority of people are likely to describe graduation as a bittersweet moment. On the one hand, there is the excitement of moving on to something bigger and better out in the real world. Whether this consists of continuing on to college, where someone tends to have more freedom in what they study, or going right into full time work, one could say that being released from the typical Monday through Friday high school schedule is quite refreshing.

On the other hand, most realize that leaving behind that one schedule just means that another will soon take its place. Unfortunately, this is the way that life works. The main key is to surround one's self with things that they enjoy and people that they love. As far as high school is concerned, the many different types of experiences that occurred during those years just become distant memories, which continue to fade over time. Of course, there are the few that will be remembered quite vividly... first crushes, first dances, first kisses... but others will become hazy as the years go by, meaning specific details are likely to be lost.

Kurt Hummel would likely describe his high school experience as "interesting." Like many others, there were both good moments and bad- though, he would forever be grateful for everything that he had learned and went through during those four years of his life. All that those things did was help to make him a stronger person.

One of the important things that he accomplished at McKinley High was learning how to accept himself. While he almost always remained true to who he was, he did go through many struggles that some do when being able to admit that he was gay to the people that actually cared about him. But once he did do this, he realized that there were many around him who would support him completely. After this, he spent more time dealing with the fact that there were people out in the world who would not accept him.

Of course, he soon understood that it really doesn't matter what other people think about him. He, at one time, had felt like a complete outsider to everyone... including the rest of the members of New Directions. But he eventually found his place, realizing that everyone has that feeling from time to time. And this is exactly where he learned the real meaning behind friendship.

Before glee club had even begun at McKinley High, all of them were quite different from one another. There were the jocks, the cheerleaders, and the musical geeks. Some were loud, while others were quiet. Yet they all came together, where they learned to work hard with one another in an attempt to reach a particular goal. Over time, they all actually became friends, yes... even with all the fighting and arguing that occurred over the past three years... but they were also a team. And they were a team who, despite losing at Regionals their first year together and losing at Nationals during the second, finally won the Nationals competition in 2012. They worked together... and no one would ever be able to take that away from them.

Fast-forward about a week later, and many of the members of New Directions had just graduated from high school. They would be going their separate ways very soon, though they would always remember the moment when they had won.

But if there was only one other thing that Kurt was glad that he learned during his time at McKinley, it was about love.

This included the love for his father, who accepted him completely for who he was immediately. And the love for his step-mother, Carole, who made his dad so happy that he couldn't have asked for anyone else to fill those shoes. And the love for his stepbrother, Finn, who was the over-protective, gullible and naive brother that he enjoyed having around.

Kurt also learned about the love for friends, the rest of New Directions, as well as best friends... Mercedes and Rachel. Even Blaine.

And then, there was Dave. Now, if someone had told Kurt a few years ago that he would end up dating and falling in love with Dave Karofsky, he definitely would have thought that they were completely insane. But now? Kurt couldn't imagine being with anyone else. While there were many people who didn't understand, especially the ones who knew about their past together, Kurt realized that following one's heart is more important than worrying about anything else.

Dave Karofsky wasn't the closeted and mean bully anymore. He was the guy who owned way too many polo shirts... the one who usually had a goofy grin on his face whenever he was surrounded by his friends. Dave was, like Kurt had called him once before, kind of like a big, teddy bear. Very caring. Very protective. And someone who just wanted to love and be loved.

Dave was Kurt's boyfriend. And he was also the same guy who sitting next to Kurt on the same side of a booth at Breadstix a few days after graduation... the same guy who had just, jokingly, put the end of a napkin into the collar of his shirt in an attempt to try and irritate his boyfriend on purpose.

Kurt glanced over to his right to look at Dave, where he raised an eyebrow. "If you're going to leave that there, you need to go to a different booth," he joked.

Dave faked a dramatic huff, grabbing the napkin from his collar and throwing it onto the top of the table. "You're no fun," he shook his head.

"Of course I am. That's why everyone loves me," Kurt smiled wide.

"True," Dave replied, raising his left arm to settle it onto the top of the booth seat behind Kurt's neck.

"By the way..." Kurt pursed his lips together, as he began to slowly nod. "I feel like I need to go with you when you get your hair cut."

Dave's eyebrows furrowed together slightly. "Why?"

"Because... I love your curls," Kurt smirked, running a few of his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. "And if you end up getting rid of them, I'm going to be very upset."

Dave set his right elbow onto the table, where he began to rub his chin. "How about I just let my hair grow out?" he shrugged.

"Uh... no, thank you," Kurt scoffed.

Dave just laughed. "You wouldn't like me having long hair?"

"No," Kurt snorted in amusement, glancing over to his left when their waitress had came back to their booth with the drinks that they had ordered. "Thank you," he smiled.

She took a small pad of paper out from the pocket of her apron, smiling softly. "Are you guys ready to order?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, we're actually still waiting on a couple of people."

"Oh, okay," the waitress replied. "I'll be back."

"Thanks." Dave slid his glass over closer to him, taking a quick sip. He then grinned, playfully bumping Kurt's shoulder with his own, right when Kurt was about to take a drink from his own glass.

Kurt nudged Dave's shoulder back. "Stop it," he laughed.

"What?" Dave shrugged. "I'm not doing anything."

Kurt quickly leaned his head over to rest on his boyfriend's shoulder momentarily. "You're such a dork."

"You love it," Dave smiled. He glanced down towards his glass, sliding it back and forth between his hands, as he cleared his throat. "Alright, so... question."

"Answer," Kurt replied.

Dave turned his body more towards Kurt, taking a deep breath. "Don't freak out, okay?"

Kurt snorted once again, rolling his eyes. "I already don't like where this is going."

"Why?" Dave asked. His mouth had dropped open slightly, though a small smile still appeared to be on his face.

"Because you just shouldn't start out a question by telling someone to not freak out," Kurt laughed.

"Well, I'm sorry," Dave said dramatically, raising both of his hands up near his chest in defense. "Okay..." he grinned mischievously, "I was wondering if you would go camping with me in a few weeks."

Kurt raised both of his eyebrows, where he just stared at Dave for a few silent moments.

"I know, I know," Dave nodded, laughing lightly. "But I was thinking that we could just leave on a Saturday morning and then I can have you back by, like... Sunday afternoon."

With his eyes still wide, Kurt raised his glass up towards his mouth to take a sip. His lips pursed back together, where his face appeared to become tense. "Are you serious?"

Dave gave him an unsure smile, shrugging. "Yes?"

Kurt glanced towards the other side of the booth, rubbing the space between the right side of his neck and shoulder. "Haven't we already had this discussion?"

"Kind of," Dave laughed. "But... not really."

Kurt sighed, though he couldn't stop a smile from forming. "I thought you were going camping with your dad."

"I am," Dave nodded. "But I wanna go again with you."

As his smile seemed to grow, Kurt began to nod slowly. "You do realize that I'll probably just end up complaining the entire time, right?"

Dave's expression became serious, as he raised an eyebrow. "How is that any different to how you normally are?"

Kurt's mouth dropped, as he huffed in amusement. "Well... aren't we rude this evening?"

"I'm just kidding," Dave chuckled. "But I wanna take you," he nodded. "Just one weekend. If you really hate it, then I won't make you go with me ever again."

"You, sir, are out of your mind," Kurt smirked, shaking his head.

"So... what?" Dave pouted. "You're turning me down?"

Kurt glanced over to see his boyfriend's obviously fake pout, where he began to laugh. "I don't even know how to turn down that face."

"I know," Dave grinned. "That's why I do it," he let both of his eyebrows shoot up playfully.

Kurt laughed again. "Very cruel," he nodded, leaning over slightly to kiss Dave's cheek.

Dave settled his left hand on the small of Kurt's back, smiling softly. "We don't have to go if you really don't want to," he shook his head.

"No, I want to go," Kurt reassured him. "Who knows? I might even like it," he shrugged.

"Well, even if you don't... at least you'll be with me," Dave nodded once.

Kurt couldn't help but smile, as he looked over his boyfriend's face a few times. He felt so lucky and so grateful to have Dave in his life. Honestly, he just couldn't imagine spending an entire day without seeing or talking to him now... everything just felt right.

Dave's expression became both amused and curious, as Kurt had yet to say anything back to him. "What?" he finally asked.

"Nothing," Kurt shook his head. "I'm just... really happy," he smiled.

"Me too," Dave grinned.

They both heard an irritated scoff coming from the left side of the booth, where they quickly glanced over to see Santana and Brittany standing nearby.

Santana crossed her arms, with a semi-disgusted look on her face. "Okay, if you two don't stop with all of the cutesy stuff soon, I'm going to end up vomiting right at the table."

Kurt smiled, replying in fake annoyance. "Well... I'm definitely ready to eat now."

"Sorry," Santana smiled back, shrugging, before sliding into the booth. Brittany soon followed to sit down next to her.

"No, you're not," Dave laughed lightly, shaking his head.

Santana nodded. "True. How are you boys doing?"

"Very well," Kurt replied. "How about you two?"

"Not bad," Santana shrugged once again. "But Britt and I are definitely ready to gets'us some Breadstix."

Brittany swallowed, looking around the general vicinity for a waitress. "I am starving right now."

Santana glanced over, where her eyebrows furrowed together. "What all did you eat today?"

"Not a lot," Brittany shook her head. "I was going to eat lunch earlier, but Lord Tubbington stole it."

Kurt rolled his eyes, where Dave just had a confused expression on his face.

"It's her cat," Kurt murmured to his boyfriend.

Dave nodded slowly. "Oh."

Their waitress finally stopped back over to their booth, once she had noticed that Brittany and Santana had finally arrived. "Hi there."

"Hi," Santana replied. "Can I get an iced tea?"

"Same, please," Brittany smiled.

The waitress nodded once. "Sure thing. I'll be right back," she said, before walking away.

"So..." Santana began, setting both of her elbows onto the top of the table, where she clasped her hands together. "What's going on with you two?"

Dave quickly grinned at Kurt, before settling his gaze back onto his former beard. "We were just talking about going camping in a few weeks."

Santana raised one of her eyebrows, as she glanced over to Kurt with an amused look. "Really?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah," Kurt nodded in fake excitement with widened eyes. "I'm so excited."

"It seems that way," Santana smirked.

Dave shook his head at Kurt. "Alright, I think you can handle less than two days of something that I wanna do. You make me watch musicals and go shopping with you, but you don't hear me complaining," he laughed.

"You are so whipped," Santana giggled.

Dave's mouth dropped in amusement. "Shut up," he joked.

"You know you enjoy it anyways," Kurt replied sarcastically, shrugging.

"I don't mind it," Dave corrected him. "But if I had a choice between watching a musical and watching a game... I think we both know which one I'd choose," he grinned.

Brittany laughed, glancing back and forth between Kurt and Dave. "You remind me of my grandma and grandpa."

"Thank you," Kurt snorted. "And okay, okay," he nodded enthusiastically, as he laughed lightly. "I understand that I need to realize that, just because you're gay, that doesn't mean that you are going to enjoy all of the things that I do..." he brought his left hand up to place it against his chest. "And I'm working on that. But I will be going camping with you and I will attempt to not complain about it."

"I would pay so much money to see you go camping," Santana cocked her head to the side.

Kurt scoffed in amusement, shaking his head. "Same goes for you."

Santana laughed. "Well, it'll be good for you guys to get away from everyone. You know... have some alone time together," she teased, winking.

Dave huffed, as his eyes widened. He quickly turned his head towards his right to avoid eye contact with everyone, where he rubbed the back of his neck.

Kurt felt his mouth drop slightly, and he knew that he couldn't stop himself from blushing. "What?" he asked dramatically.

"You know," Santana smirked. "The dirty hand slap... bumpin' uglies."

Letting out a loud breath, Dave set his left elbow onto the table and rested his hand against his forehead to cover his eyes.

"Okay, first of all... that's none of your business," Kurt attempted to reply as seriously as he could, though he had obviously become quite flustered at the thought of sex. "And second of all..." he paused for a few moments, having no idea of what else to say. "That's none of your business," he finally repeated to himself.

"I was just kidding," Santana giggled. "But I mean, you're both eighteen year old guys... and everybody knows what's always on your mind."

Kurt's eyes narrowed. "I take offense to that. Just saying."

Santana pursed her lips together, shrugging. "I just tell it like it is."

"Yeah," Dave finally spoke up. "And this is coming from the girl who slept with a good majority of the male jock population at McKinley during ninth and tenth grade."

"Most of them, yeah," Santana nodded. "Except for you."

Dave chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry... I just wasn't interested," he joked.

Santana crossed her arms over her stomach. "Right, that's exactly what it was," she smiled. "Maybe I could just tell everyone that it's your fault that I'm a lesbian."

Suddenly, all four recent graduates glanced over to their right to see the waitress staring at them awkwardly. Kurt turned his head back towards Dave, where they were both trying to hold in their laughs. Brittany just smiled nonchalantly, shaking her head.

"Did you need a few more minutes?" the waitress finally asked, after setting down the iced teas Santana and Brittany had ordered.

Santana snorted once, where she slowly began to nod. "Yes, please."

The waitress smirked, before quickly walking away.

Both of Kurt's eyebrows shot up momentarily. "What a lovely conversation we seem to be having," he joked.

"Does anyone else think that it's funny that it's us four sitting here?" Brittany asked randomly, looking between the other three sitting in the booth.

Kurt's expression became slightly confused. "Why is that funny?"

"Because," Brittany smiled, "I've made out with you and Santana. And you've made out with me and," she paused, glancing over at Dave. "Well... Dave, I'm sure. And then Dave's made out with you and Santana. So, it's kind of like we've all made out with each other... except I haven't made out with Dave and you haven't made out with Santana."

Kurt grinned awkwardly, as he began to slowly nod. "Okay," he stated dramatically. "I really didn't need to think about who's made out with my boyfriend, but... thank you."

Santana scoffed in amusement. "Technically, we didn't really make out."

"I have an idea," Dave added. "How about we drop this?" he nodded in fake excitement.

Brittany giggled. "Sorry."

"Anyways..." Kurt laughed. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'll get away from this awkward moment and use the restroom real quick." He quickly slid out of the booth, smiling softly.

"'Kay," Dave grinned, watching Kurt walk towards the bathroom doors.

After waiting a few seconds, Santana glanced over her right shoulder to make sure that Kurt was far enough away that he wouldn't be able to hear her. "Okay..." she turned her head back to Dave, narrowing her eyes. "What were you freaking out about earlier?"

Dave sighed, just barely lifting his glass with both of his hands off of the table and setting it back down a few times. "I, uh..." he trailed off, looking back and forth between Brittany and Santana. "Do you think that it's too soon to ask Kurt if I can go to New York with him?"

Santana just stared at Dave for a few moments, as if she wasn't sure of what to say. "Um... no, I'm sure he'd love it, actually," she finally said, smiling. "I mean, are you going to school or were you just going to work?"

"I wanna go to school," Dave replied, glancing over towards the direction of the restrooms momentarily. "I applied at a few places, but..." he sighed again.

"Like where?" Brittany asked.

Dave shrugged unenthusiastically. "Well, I applied at OU earlier and I got accepted, but... that's here. And I just don't wanna have to stay here. So I thought, you know, Kurt's going to NYU so I was gonna try there, but... I was too late and I can't get in for this year," he shook his head. "I don't even know if they would have accepted me anyways."

Santana nodded with a disappointed expression on her face. "What do you think you're going to do then?"

"Well," Dave began, biting down on his bottom lip. "I started looking around and I found another school that sounds great, so I checked that one out."

"What was it?" Santana asked.

Dave shrugged once again. "It's called the City College of New York," he smirked. "I saw that I could apply for their spring semester for next year, so I went ahead and did it and..." he paused. "I got in."

Santana's eyebrows shot up momentarily, though her expression grew more serious. "Okay, wait... are you doing this for you or are you doing it just to be with Kurt?"

"Both, I guess," Dave nodded. "I just... I wanna get out of here. And I wanna see new things and... I wanna be able to see them with him," he smiled sadly. "I mean, Kurt was talking about how he wants to live off campus and I was thinking about asking him if he wanted to get a place together."

With widened eyes, Santana smiled at him. "Wow."

"I know," Dave huffed in amusement. He knew that asking Kurt if they could move in together may be too much too soon after only getting together a few weeks ago, but... just as Kurt had been thinking to himself earlier, Dave thought that it just felt right.

"How far away is it from NYU?" Brittany asked.

"Like... twenty minutes," Dave laughed. "I've just been freaking out about asking him and, I mean, I don't know what his dad's gonna say, but... I guess I just need to do it, huh?"

Brittany smiled, nodding excitedly. "Definitely. He'll be really happy, I'm sure."

Santana laughed lightly. "Yeah," she responded in agreement. "That's just... it's really great, Dave."

Dave sighed, smiling softly to himself. A year ago, he wouldn't have ever even imagined Kurt giving him any sort of chance. But now, things were different. Everything was different. And while he used to hate thinking about what was in store for him and his future... that was, now, one of his favorite things to do.

"So..." Santana began, as she crossed her arms over her stomach and smirked. "When do you think you'll end up asking him then?"

Dave let out a loud breath, grinning wide. "Maybe tonight?"