Kurt's POV
I was glad to see the New Year. Last year had been a complete disaster in all aspects that I can possibly think of.
I was excited about making our new album and I wanted it done as soon as possible. I did not want any interference. I wanted the three of us to record with our producer and commit to this like nothing before.
My relationship with Dave and Krist had become more civil but none of us were as close as we used to be and I know I am a big part of that problem but the more I think of that then I just end up feeling like shit and I cannot let go of this positivity at the moment.
Regardless of everything else, I still cannot get that kiss with Dave out of my mind. I felt out of this world in that moment and I felt complete. It felt so right but even the following day we didn't even mention it and in regards to everything else that happened last year then it's virtually a distant memory and one that possibly didn't even happen. I know it did happen and I can't stop thinking about wanting more!
I was meeting both Krist and Dave today to discuss the options for recording the album. I was nervous I guess but I couldn't put anything to the side because I knew it would never get done.
DAVE'S POV
It was cold and depressing outside and even darker inside Krists house. We were waiting for Kurt to arrive. Neither of us held out any hope that it would happen but Krist and I hadn't really had a chance to catch up with each other and just to simply talk. It was nice. Nice for both of us to be sober and make sense for once.
I flicked through the TV channels but I couldn't pay attention. Krist was in his kitchen making more coffee. The rain outside was beginning to pour harder with more violent splashes against the window. I hated this weather. I couldn't do anything. I liked to be kept busy and without that luxury I just felt restless.
Krist shouted from the kitchen,
"Dave get the door. Kurt's just pulled up!".
I literally froze for a second or two before I managed to get up and head for the front door.
Kurt's POV
As the front door opened I looked back from a gaze I was holding into the harsh winter weather. I was confronted with Dave. He stared at me long and hard and I looked at him with just as much intensity.
My throat began to tighten and goosebumps formed on my skin.
The fact that Dave had closed himself off from me for awhile made this quite uncomfortable. I wasn't sure what to say or what to do but I managed to in the end.
"Hey"
I muttered if not mumbled with what escaped with a soft tone attached.
Dave lifted his stare away from me and made way for me to come in. It wasn't until I was just about to walk past him when he spoke.
"How have you been?".
I found myself face to face with Dave and the dull light of day slowly disappeared when he shut the front door.
We stood together in a dark porch not really knowing what to say although Dave seemed to be the ruler of this present situation. He stood straight with his arms crossed. He penetrated me with a hard stare again. If I hadn't of known better I would have thought he was about to punch me. Anger was written all over him but he didn't express anything more than that.
Krist walked through to the where we were. A distraction from this intense situation was welcomed how ever much I wanted to be alone with Dave right now.
Looking at both of us in turn with obvious thoughts of his own he held up two mugs of coffee which I instantly received and followed Krist into the kitchen.
Dave's POV
I watched as Kurt drifted into the kitchen. Krist looked back at me. I couldn't help but act this way. I knew Kurt understood what was going on but Krist wasn't so clued up.
I bit my lip with anticipation and went to back into the lounge. I sat down feeling kind of deflated but pumped with anxiety.
I could hear Kurt and Krist talking. I couldn't include myself because I wasn't too sure of how I was actually feeling.
