#davepara

[fashionista-hummel-nyc-blog]

Sweet Comfort / Kurtofsky

Tagging: Dave Karofsky & Kurt Hummel

Time: late evening

Place: Dave's apartment

Notes: Kurt moved out of the apartment he had shared with Blaine and finds shelter and comfort at Dave's home

Warnings: fluff, hurt&comfort, maybe smut

A last look around the apartment he had called home over the past years. It was weird...this feeling. He felt incredibly sad, his heart was broken, but he also felt kind of free. It was strange. His world was ending, but he knew he'd make, that he'd get through this. A soft smile spread around his lips at this thought. Yes, he'd get through this. Blaine looked at Kurt with desperation “Please...please don't go. I...I am sorry...I shouldn't have done this, Kurt. I can change! I will change! For you!” tears were running down the dark haired males cheeks. But Kurt had nothing left to say. So he just walked over, leaned down and gave his husband one last kiss. “Goodbye...” after whispering this one word, he took his bag and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind him for good, knowing that he'd never return.

It took him around 30 minutes until he arrived at Dave's house. He couldn't believe that he was doing this for him, that Dave would even turn his office into a room for Kurt. This was one of the sweetest things that someone had ever done for him. He took a deep breath before ringing the door bell, then he waited patiently for the door to open. When it did, he smiled slightly and held up a bottle of wine “Hey! As promised, I am bringing the wine, hope there will be cuddles” he said, looking at Dave while hearing Max in the background.

[the-crystal-reed]

i guess so ✘ dave & crystal

Three hours tops, then go back to your room, and it's done. Crystal smiled at the thought heading to dave's room. Fact was, she was lonely and who liked being lonely? Okay, some people, but not Crystal, not here. She always felt like the government would just sit there and watch her and that's awful feeling. So, she decided to take up Dave's request on the "dance" which would meant Crystal getting drunk and giving him a show and then heading back to her room. It seemed so simple. Yet, what things ever were? Crystal lightly knocked at daves door, smoothing her hands over her black skirt and glancing at her white blouse before looking back to the door. "Dave?" She called, a sweet smile on her lips.