Title: Lost then Found
Author: gwennylou
Betas: traciamc and ambie720
Artists: eruwenfuin and jennybliss
Summary: Dave and Kurt are best friends and have been since college. Dave is getting married and Kurt comes to a realization. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kurt discover what was lost can never be found again?
Warning: M/M Sex, strong language
Pairings: Dave/Kurt, Dave/OC, and Kurt/OC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This was written purely for my own enjoyment and I do not own Glee or anything affiliated with FOX.

Author's Note: Thanks to Traci and Amber for their support and cheerleading through this entire thing! Especially when I became so ill and they encouraged me to keep writing. Thanks to my artists who did a fantastic job and to all my readers, I truly hope you enjoy my first attempt at a Glee big bang! I love all of my fellow pirates! 3

Chapter 1

Kurt was frustrated, tired, hot, and annoyed. It was as if his entire
life had decided to fall apart right as he needed things to go right. He
was a college graduate for Christ's sake! He was starring in an off
Broadway production, and he had a good life goddamnit. So, why did he
feel like shit?

Kurt had always known that he was meant for more than Lima, Ohio and
Wright State University, the smallest, shittiest school in Ohio.
Seriously, it was the worst school in Ohio, and somehow it was the only
school he had been accepted into for performing arts. His dream, of
course, had been to go to Julliard. That was summarily dismissed when he
received a standard form letter regretting that he had been declined.
The same with every other performing arts college he could think of.
Even state schools that he applied to seemed disinterested in another
young, gay man from Ohio joining their ranks. Then finally, he had
received the letter and it was a Godsend. Even Finn had gotten into Ohio
State before he had been accepted at Wright State University.

He was determined more than ever to follow his heart and his dream. He
went to school expecting it to be much like high school. Maybe outcast
because of his sexuality, but still brilliant and vibrant and a
standout. Instead, he was like every other freshman there. Terrified
and most of all lonely. He tried making friends with other people in his
program, but they all had their cliques already, he tried befriending
guys on his floor, but they were much more interested in farting,
talking about the girls they banged, and where they could score their
next beer or bag of weed.

He was miserable. Then he was eating lunch one day and whom should he literally bump into?

Dave Karofsky.

He was terrified and relieved at the same time, which was disconcerting for Kurt.

Dave took one look at Kurt and asked him if he'd like to have lunch with him and his friends, and Kurt said yes.

Of course, Dave's friends were the entire hockey team, which he
apparently was now a part of, but it was nice to have a familiar face
around.

One lunch turned into two, which turned into every day for a week, which
turned into hanging out at Dave's apartment, which turned into Kurt
cooking for him and watching movie marathons, and before they knew it,
they were best friends.

It wasn't long until they had fallen into a comfortable routine. Dave
would work out or have practice every day until at least 5 p.m., so Kurt
would go over to his apartment and make him dinner, clean his
apartment, because seriously, how anyone could live in a pigsty like
that was beyond him. Dave's roommates miraculously would show up around
the same time Dave did every night and they would sit around eating
Kurt's awesome cooking and talking sports, girls, or whatever was the
topic du jour. Then they would leave to hang out with their girlfriends
or go play video games and Kurt and Dave would talk about their day or
whatever was on their mind. It was nice. In fact, it was pretty perfect.
It was as if they had a boyfriend, without all the stupid drama that
comes with being in relationships and getting your heart broken. Both
had experienced that, and neither wanted to go through it again. Kurt
was still shattered over the way Blaine had left him for Jesse St. James
two weeks before he went away to school, and well, Dave never quite
over Kurt. Of course Kurt, being oblivious to anything that did not
involve his plight or dilemma, was oblivious to that.

Dave didn't care though, he would much rather have Kurt as a
friend than nothing. So he sat through endless hours of Kurt complaining
about how there were no good gay guys around, even though Dave himself
had finally come out six weeks after going to Wright State, and everyone
on the team and his roommates knew that he was gay. It was like a
dagger to his heart every time he heard Kurt talk about all the terrible
dates he had to endure just so he could find good sex. He figured that
was what a best friend did though, so slowly but surely, over the years,
he found himself getting a tougher skin. The sex talk didn't bother him
as much, the backhanded compliments that actually sounded like insults
didn't faze him anymore, and the constant belittling of gay guys rolled
off his shoulders. He was the perfect friend, or at least he tried to
be.

People always mistook them for being a couple and they both would
very quickly squelch that. No one believed that two gay guys could
only be friends, but they proved that wrong. Four years passed quickly
and they enjoyed their college years together as best friends. Not many
people from Lima understood it, or accepted it, but to those who saw it,
they believed it.

And now, here they were five years after they had graduated that
early May day. Dave was back in Lima, Ohio. He was a police officer and
his partner was Finn, and Kurt was living in a tiny one-bedroom
apartment in New York City. Despite the distance and the completely
different lifestyles of the two, they were still best friends. Dave was
actually set to visit Kurt in a few days, and Kurt was excited. They
hadn't seen each other in over four months, so to be able to see his
best friend again was exciting.

He looked at his phone again, the fourth time in less than ten
minutes. He was so nervous and excited to see Dave. He wondered if Dave
would like the restaurant he had picked out for them to go to, or if he
would be happy with the surprise he had waiting for him, two tickets to
the Yankees vs. Mets game, which Dave had said he'd always wanted to
see. And if going to see a baseball game for your best friend wasn't a
sign of love, he didn't know what was.

He finally saw the screen change indicating that he had a text message.

It was from Dave.

"Hey, I'm just getting off the plane. See you in a few."

Kurt grinned, stuck the phone in his pocket and stood in the waiting area, as did every other person there to greet loved ones.

Another few minutes passed and he finally saw Dave coming down the escalator.

And then they were hugging each other.

"It's so good to see you, David."

"You too, Fancy. You didn't have to wait long did you?"

"No, only a few minutes."

In reality, it had really been two hours, because Kurt had wanted to make sure he wasn't late.

"Hey you're wearing the scarf I got you for Christmas!"

"And you're wearing the cologne I got for you!"

"Yeah, well after my mom informed me that Aqua Di Gio was like a hundred dollars a bottle, I felt bad for never wearing it."

"Well it smells really good on you. So you should definitely keep wearing it!"

"Yeah, Lance seems to like it."

"Lance? Who is Lance?"

"Well I was planning to talk to you about that over dinner."

"Sure. I hope you're hungry. I'm taking you to a special Thai place. I remember how much you loved that."

"That sounds awesome! I haven't had good Thai since we were in college!"

"Okay, well let's get your bags and get a taxi. I cannot wait to show you New York City."

Fifteen minutes later, a cryptic phone call from Dave to someone
in the cab, and they were seated a cute family owned Thai restaurant.

Kurt ordered them some Pad Thai and Chai tea, just the way Dave
liked it with extra milk and cinnamon. Then Kurt was all over Dave about
his mysterious behavior.

"Okay, so who is Lance, and does he have anything to do with how you were acting in the cab?"

"Lance is the hockey coach at William McKinley High School, and yes."

"Okay, so what does Lance have to do with you?"

"Well, Lance and I have been dating for about seven months and
last week he asked me to marry him. And I said yes. The real reason I
came to New York was to ask if you would be my best man."

Kurt suddenly felt extremely hot and as if, his throat was
closing down. He was in shock. Dave, his best friend, was getting
married. He forgot what air was like and how to breathe.

Dave watched him for a few seconds before breaking the silence.

"Are you going to say anything?"

Kurt cleared his throat and coughed,

"I am just in shock! Congratulations! I would be honored to be
your best man. I'm just a little confused as to why you didn't tell me
about him when you first started dating."

"Well, I know how sensitive you get about things like that since Blaine."

"First of all, David, Blaine was high school and I got over that years ago."

"Oh, really? So that explains all those long-term relationships you've had, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"You are a serial dater, Kurt. You have not had a serious
boyfriend since high school. Would you like me to refresh your memory?
Stuart, Andrew, Matthew, Ryan, Carl, Mark, Spencer, Jesse, Matthew
again, Jack, Peter, different Matthew, different Andrew, Ryan again, and
let's not forget the real winner, Martin the ventriloquist who insisted
on using his puppet during sex."

"Okay, Dave. I get it. I am not a serial monogamist like you. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Not particularly. What I want to hear is that you found a hot
guy and have settled down and have spent more than one week with him at a
time!"

"Hey now. I have you. You're the only stable and long-term thing I need in my life."

"I'm so touched to know you refer to me as a thing, Kurt."

"Whatever, you know what I mean."

"I do, and that's what scares me, actually."

"Why does it scare you?"

"Because you're going to wake up one day, and I'm not going to be there at your every beck and call."

"Wait, does that mean you're breaking up with me as my best friend?"

"No, but it means I'm going to be putting Lance first. I'm going
to have a husband and a family, and there are some priorities I'm not
willing to give up, even for you."

"Yeah, well, when have I ever called you and insisted you be at my beck and call?"

"Three nights ago, when you woke up in a strange guy's bed and
asked me to call you with an emergency so you could leave. I was with
Lance then, actually. Thank God he understands that I needed to help my
best friend, but calls that like, especially at four a.m. are going to
have to stop."

"Fine, but don't expect me to answer when you call to cry about Ohio State losing or your favorite hockey player being traded."

"Right, because you actually listen when I call and whine about
those things. I know you're watching Top Model while I'm complaining
about sports. I can hear it in the background."

"Yeah, well sports are boring and Tyra is fierce and awesome, and at least I pretend to care, isn't that enough?"

"You should feel lucky that I love you anyway, despite your terrible qualities."

"Oh, I do. And you should be lucky that I don't send you poison cookies every two weeks to your place of work."

"My coworkers should actually feel lucky. I'm lucky if I even get one. I swear Finn eats eight of them in one sitting."

"Speaking of Finn, he called me this afternoon and told me that I shouldn't defile you this week, while you're up here."

"WHAT?"

"I know, he thinks you're a virgin still and he STILL believes to
this day that you and I were together in high school and I that I
secretly want into your pants. I swear that guy is going to be the death
of me."

"Uhh, no. I actually have to work him, so he's more likely to
actually be the death of me. Last night he asked me how to put his gun
back together."

"Oh, God. WHO in their right mind would issue him a gun?"

"I have no idea. Apparently, he passed the test, but I trust a
monkey more with a firearm than I trust your brother. But he's loyal and
sweet, so it's okay, and I knew about the virgin thing. He asked me if
anyone had 'plucked my flower' yet and I had NO idea what the hell he
was referring to, so I said, 'no'. And apparently that meant losing my v
card, which happened MANY years ago in college."

"Oh god, don't remind me. Studly Adam. Perfect Adam. I seriously
don't know how you landed him to this day. He was like the president of
the college republicans, had a 4.0 gpa and was on the swimming and
rowing teams. He was SOOO out of your league."

"Yeah, that relationship was doomed from the start, considering
he was still very in the closet, and it mostly consisted of sex in the
dark in clandestine places around campus. Does it really surprise you
that he was caught soliciting a male hooker in Columbus and had to
resign as a member of Congress?"

"Actually, I had always pictured that being your fate in life, until you came out."

"Funny you should mention that. Santana told me that our Junior year before prom."

"Did she? Well she, although a major bitch, is actually pretty smart."

"I'm so glad her prediction didn't come true, because I would not
have had you as a best friend, and I would not be marrying the love of
my life in six weeks."

"Wait, did you say six weeks as in 42 days? How in the hell do you expect to plan a wedding in 42 days?"

"I was hoping you would help me?"

"Of course. I am not letting my best friend get married in a shotgun wedding."

"It's not a shotgun wedding, Kurt."

"It may as well be! I swear, David. You are so infuriating."

"Why? Because I'm excited to get married to the man I love?"

"Because you come to New York City and drop this huge bombshell
on me and then expect me to help you plan a wedding in SIX weeks."

"You could've said no."

"Really?" You would've been okay with me telling you no?"

"Well I was hoping you'd say yes, but I wasn't going to force you to."

"Okay, fine. We will plan your wedding. First things first. Where do you want to get married?"

"We were hoping we could get married here actually. Lance's family is from New York and he'd love to have an estate wedding."

"Estate wedding? As in a mansion?"

"Yeah, I guess his dad is some sort of Wall Street guru and they
have millions of dollars. Anyway, his family said they'd take care of
all the expenses."

"Really? Oh this could be fun!"

Kurt was getting excited now. He was going to plan his dream
wedding. Of course, he wouldn't be the one getting married, but at least
he could live vicariously through his best friend.

"Okay, so let's get started then! We'll need to find a bakery, a
florist, a photographer, a videographer, and we'll have to get you
custom fitted Armani tuxes. Oh my gosh David, this is going to be SO
MUCH FUN."

"Easy there, tiger. You know me. Just something small and classy. Neither of us wants a huge spectacle."

"You're no fun, so I guess the gigantic baby cherub ice sculpture is out?"

"Definitely. Also, no pink."

"Come on, David! How about just as an accent. I promise you neither you nor Lance will have to wear it."

"As long as it looks okay. I just hate too much pink, it's so girly."

"I love pink, David, are you calling me a girl?"

"Not at all, I just don't particularly care for it."

"Okay, so light on the pink and simple and classy. I got this. Don't you worry."

"See you say that a lot, though, and every single time I should
worry. You said that the night we got kicked out of the bar and
arrested for you starting a slap fight with an enormous defensive tackle
on the football team!"

"He shouldn't have been wearing white after Labor Day, okay? What
did you want me to do? Let him continue to keep making fashion faux
pas?"

"YES! When a 300 pound defensive tackle is ready to fight you, it's a good time to leave him alone!"

"Whatever. You really should be thanking me for that, because it was that night you decided you wanted to be a cop!"

"Actually, I decided I wanted to be a cop the night I saw you dressed up as a cop at our freshman Halloween party."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. I figured if you can look that good in an uniform, so could I."

"Why didn't you ever tell me you found me sexy?"

"And what? Just so I could be another notch on your incredibly full bed post?"

"Rude!"

"Also true, and you know it."

"Who knows, maybe you and I were meant to be and you blew it because you didn't tell me you had the hots for me."

"Well it doesn't matter now, because that's in the past and I'm
getting married. In case you forgot, we're supposed to be planning my
wedding."

"Oh right, that. Okay, well tomorrow we'll go to a few awesome
bakeries in Manhattan to try some cakes, and then we'll see about
finding a florist. What kind of flowers were you thinking?"

"The pretty kind?"

"Thank God you're pretty, Dave. Okay, so how about a mix of roses, hydrangeas, and lilies?"

"Uhh, are they pretty?"

"Yes, Dave, they are very pretty."

"Okay."

"Alright, we will continue worrying about the wedding tomorrow.
Right now, I have two tickets to see the Yankees and the Mets play in
about an hour."

"You got tickets to see baseball? What in the world have you done with my best friend?"

"Gosh, Dave. You make it sound as if I'm a terrible friend! You
said you always wanted to see them play each other, so here's your
chance. Quit looking a gift horse in the mouth, asshat."

"Asshat? Really? What are we 12?"

"Do you want to go to this game or not, because I can give these tickets to someone else?"

"Of course I want to go, quit being such a baby."

Kurt pretended to pout the entire way to the game.

The night was gorgeous, the Mets won, and on the way back to
his apartment, he couldn't wait for the next day to really start
planning Dave's wedding. He may not be around Lima, but he was going to
make damn sure that Dave had the perfect wedding.