"Okay, so I officially call this meeting of the official Glee Dudes to order." Finn banged his coke can off the glass coffee table and grinned. "So, we're going to take nationals this year, right?"
"Tell me I didn't drive over here for this," Puck said with a bored sigh.
"No! We should pick songs and dances and stuff too. Be prepared"
Puck rolled his eyes. "Ever since you started banging Berry, you've been a bossy dick."
"Hey shut up man."
"Now, now boys," piped up a voice from beside Mike.
The voice was a low soft drawl, originating from a prim, cross legged figure. He was quite easily the best dressed in the group; a long black t-shirt, skinny grey jeans, and a slate trench-coat folded neatly over his arms. His oak hair had been styled up in to an elegant, wind-swept style (Twilight may have brought the look back, but he made it work on infinitely more levels), and he smiled sweetly at the bickering pair.
His hazel eyes sparkled with a weary amusement.
David Karofsky; the glee club's resident baritone and fashionista, would forever be the voice of reason in these glaringly forced impromptu meetings.
"I'm just saying, a lot of us leave this year, and it's our last chance to prove that New Directions is worth something," Finn said finally.
Puck looked ready to counter that (and really, no would have been surprised if he did), when Carole bustled in with a plate of cookies. "Do you boys want snacks?" She sighed at the mess that littered her coffee table. "Why don't you head on up to Finn's room?"
"It's not wheelchair accessible, Mrs H squared," Artie said shyly.
"Oh, right, of course," she said, blushing a bit.
Dave smiled kindly. "That blouse is cute, Carole."
"Thank you, Davey! I bought it from that discount barn just outside town. But I can't for the life of me find a skirt to match."
"Oh, let me investigate."
"Would you? That would be great. I might end up being a congressman's wife, and I can't even dress myself."
"Please, don't worry about it; by the time I'm done with you, Dolce and Gabbana will be jealous of your coordinating skills."
Carole grinned amiably. "Well, after you David!"
"Dude, we're meant to be working out songs and shit!" Finn said with a pout.
"Language, Finn. It'll only be a few minutes," Carole said as she led Dave up the stairs.
Finn huffed and sat back. The conversations quickly dissolved in to talk of games and the new school year. Everything was happening this year. College applications were due in; they were becoming men. And as such, no one was taking this seriously (bar Mike, whose dad had been pushing it since he started high school, and David, who had probably been down for St John's since birth).
Their summer had been awesome, and the New Directions had never been closer. They had went to the beach as a group, seen a copious amount of films… the guys had gaming days; the girls went shopping, Davey doing both.
Finn still had reservations about Dave. He was a nice guy and Rachel's best friend since, like, birth, so Finn really shouldn't have a reason to distrust him.
It's just Davey really didn't seem gay. He was still really manly. He was big, and hairy and… okay, well not butch, but kind of. He looked like a man, and gays didn't, did they?
That was probably why Puck liked him so much. He wasn't a lady-boy; he could hold his own in a fight.
Just then, the door opened. A figure in a letterman walked in, taking off his baseball cap. He was flushed (he had clearly been running), and he grinned at the congregation.
"Hey guys."
Finn returned the grin. "Hey Kurt. Have fun with Burt?"
"Yeah, we played baseball for a bit. The old man's got a good arm."
He took the seat Dave vacated, and the idle chatter commenced. Eventually, as it always did, the conversation turned to their favourite topic: girls.
Mike lost his V, Puck and Lauren broke up, Rachel was still a prude… Kurt had nothing to bring to the table but news of a busty waitress at The Milky Bar, who had the "best pair of tits this side of Lima".
"See, Dave has it easy," Artie said, adjusting his glasses.
"I bet gay dudes can get laid whenever they want. Isn't he dating that Blaine kid?" Puck asked.
Finn shook his head. "No. Rach says they're just really close. What is taking them so long?"
"Taking who?" asked Kurt, who had become unwontedly quiet.
"Dave and my mom went upstairs a while ago to talk fashion."
Kurt mumbled something incomprehensible. Puck glared at him. "Dude, don't be a bitch about Davey. He's—"
"Oh, please, like he'd be the bitch. Too aggressive; he'd top." Dave sauntered in, and took the seat next to Puck. "What did I miss?"
"Sex and girls," Artie said.
"Ew… so sorry I missed that. Hi Kurt."
He looked down and shrugged. David sighed. Kurt had never been a talkative one, but he still held conversations with every other member of the Glee club, bar him. Kurt just didn't like him. It was a shame really… Kurt was definitely his favourite piece of eye candy.
"Hey dude, your homophobia's showing," Puck said with a glare.
"Puck, please don't," Dave hissed.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fuck you Puckerman. If he wants someone to be nice to him, he can go see his fucking boyfriend."
If that had been an intentional barb, it had hit the mark. Dave sighed and stood back up. "Yeah, maybe I should leave. I'll be sure to get the rest of this speech from Rach."
"Davey, don't go!" Finn cried.
Dave shook his head and walked over to Kurt. He could see Kurt tense up. Wonderful; another McKinley jock, afraid of the gay. He leaned over him and grabbed his coat and bag and turned away "See you guys."
When the door closed, Puck stood up too. "Fuck it. I'm out of here." He glared at Kurt. "You are such an asswipe."
"Like you can talk!"
"I'm out of here. Laterz bitches." He opened the door and could be heard to yell "wait up! I'll give you a lift!" before the door closed.
Finn huffed again. "Man, Kurt… do you have to make my friends hate you?"
"Hey, if they're going to be sensitive about fuck all, then they can bite me." And with that, he stood up, ramming his hands in to his pocket.
"Where are you going?"
"My room. Bye." He stomped up the stairs, muttering under his breath about Puck being an asshole. He slammed the bedroom door behind him and sighed.
Dave had actually talked to him. He had been right there and—
Why was he so God damn shy around him? A hello would have done. Anything other than something that seemed homophobic. He wasn't! Really! He was the furthest thing from homophobic. He was… well, he was…
It was totally Dave's fault. He was so, so… so fancy! Fancy looking, fancy smelling, fancy acting… and it turned out that Kurt found that to be a very attractive quality.
Four years ago, he developed a crush on Dave Karofsky. About two years ago, he realised he was totally in love with him. This realization was not at all helped by the fact that Finn joined that stupid Glee club. Instead of avoiding Dave like he had planned to, he was forced to see him practically every weekend. And when he didn't…
It got to a severely desperate point when you spent hours sitting on the stair case in your own house, listening to a boy who rarely got a word in edgeways.
Long story short, Kurt was utterly besotted with the boy, and Dave thought he was a homophobic jerk-wad with no social awareness.
Kurt sighed and collapsed on his bed, shedding his letterman on the floor. He was sick of this; every time he messed up with Dave, he was overwhelmed with this need to whine. It made sense really… this was the kind of thing you would bitch about with a best friend. The pretty boy at school didn't like him…
Unfortunately, his best friend was probably Finn. It was sort of funny to him that he was always lumped together with the other jerks on the team, when he himself was ridiculed by them on a daily basis. No, he'd never received slush to the face, but you try being the "adopted cheerleader".
So he was smaller than the others? He was the Kicker! He didn't have to be built like a fucking tank.
Anyway, Finn was his best friend. He wasn't exactly going to be thrilled with Kurt's sudden desire for late night talks over warm milk, or whatever. He especially wouldn't be happy if said talks were centred around Kurt's desire to pin Dave down and—
Oh, fuck off libido.
He knew it was ridiculous. He could just come out. He had fantasised about it. What would it be like to come out and not spend his time looking at girls to keep up appearances? He imagined it would be liberating. He dreamed that it would come with a euphoric weight lifted off his shoulders. In his fondest fantasies, he won the fair squire and all was well.
Of course, the reality was probably disownment, alienation, and Dave floundering off with his boyfriend. Blaine… Blaine… Blaine wasn't a name! He had been subjected to hours of eighties movie that summer, and he knew damn well that 'Pretty in Pink' specifically said it wasn't!
Kurt sighed and logged on to his laptop. The breathy whirring calmed him for a moment, even if it was a temporary thing. He refused to be the whiney, attention seeking Facebook losers with their vague statuses and "I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!" replies.
Yes, Mercerdes, that was aimed at you.
Typing his problems helped. He used to keep a journal until Finn moved in. After that, Kurt decided against keeping anything would prove to be blackmail material later. He started just typing his problems and deleting them, but it didn't help much. Half the point of journal was looking back to see what the common problem was.
He had been putting it off for a while now. Tonight, he would do it.
He was getting a Tumblr.
And yes. He does in fact have a Tumblr for you all to follow. Piningfromnarnia. Do it. There's a link on my profile.
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