A/N: Hello lovely people of Fanfiction. This is my first fanfiction on here. I really hoe you enjoy it and please excuse any and all spelling/grammer mistakes. I will try my hardest to catch them. Also,while I'm rambling, if you know of a good story or have one you would like me to read please let me know. Thank you so much. Here it is.

Rating:T for swearing and possible future events

Pairing:Klaine/Dave K./OCs

Disclaimer:I don't own Glee sadly, and honestly if I did there would be very very bad things going on.

Chapter One ~ A second chance, pretty please?

Fuck you Hummel. You and your flamboyont clothes your styled hair your fuckin' porcelin skin and fuck those amazing blue-gray eyes that really sparkle and shine when you smile. Fuck you and your 'I'm better than you bitch' persona.

Just F-U-C-K Y-O-U.

I hit my fist on the steering wheel causing it to blare and scare away the pigeons. Pain crept up my arm. If I wasn't me then I would let the tears fall. But I was Dave Karofsky. The bully. The homophobe. The one who threatened to kill your crush. I wasn't supposed to wallow in misery and pain and regret, thats why I came to McDonalds, the one on the out skirts of Lima Ohio. I liked it out here, I knew no people out here. It was so much easier to really wallow out here.

I only then noticed the coffe in the cup holder again and drank it three lare,angry gulps.

Why does life have to be so unfair? Can't I please have a second chance? Some form of redemtion? Anything dear god please to get rid of homophobia and the hate and the insecruitys!

I sat there in scilence.

I scoffed. Of course no answer. Why would there be one? I was staring the engine when I heard it.

"G-get away from me! I'm not scared of you!". The voice was high pitched and trying to sound brave.

I looked over. There by the dumpster was three guys with letterman jackets surrounding a smaller boy. I felt a tug in my stomach. Could this be it? My second chance?

"You ready to have a little dumpster dive, fag?", one of them asked, the tallest one with black hair.

"No! I mean c'mon, I just got these skinny jeans!I—".

"Shoulda thought of that before you brought your flambouyant ass down here",said the stocky,tanned one with a shaved head.

"Leave him alone",I said loudly as I strode over to them.

The three of them looked at me suprised that they were being challeneged. The one who had yet to speak glared at me. He was lightly colored with dark blue eyes and nearly white hair.

"Why",his voice demanded.

".Alone.",I cracked my knuckles loudly.

They took in my letterman jacket and my height so greatly over them and my deep frown.

"C'mon guys,",the blonde muttered.

The smaller boy nearly fell to the ground in releif and I reached out to steady him. "You okay",I asked trying hard to act indiffrent.

He had pale skin, that same porcelin Kurt had, but he had dark black hair styled back and an odd shade of hazel eyes that made them look gold. He wore neonish purple jeans with a black heeled lace up boots that went to his knee, a white v-neck and a black leather jacket.

"Uh-huh,",he said. He stood straighter up and looked up at me slightly. "Um,thanks for that, really. Can I get you coffe?",he asked.

I didn't have the chance to answer as the smaller boy dragged me inside. He ordered for me and handed me the black coffe, and we sat down at one of the tables.

"How'd ya know I liked it black?",I asked bluntly, being the neandrathal I am.

He smiled warmly. "It looked like it suited you. I have a knack for that I guess."

"Um, I'm Dave Karofsky.",I said sticking my hand out to him. He almost shrunk away but then took it.

"I'm Boris Alkaev. Its russian if your wondering, and yes I do speak the language."

I smiled. I don't know why but I did. "So why where they bullying you?".

He frowned a little then shrugged. "There just homophobes and sukas,plus one of them is a closet case.".

I was confused as where he switched to russian. He must of noted this because he said he said, "Naughty word in russian, much more negative than the english equivalint too", he smiled.

"So why is it that you think one of them is a closet case?".

"Because I know what he did. And he reminds me every day. I got him expelled for a bit but he got back in on account of 'no wittness of violence'."

My stomach twisted. "What did he do?".

"He kissed me.".

Oh god, this is far to familar...

"Oh.", was all I could manage. I took a sip of my coffe.

"Your gay too, aren't you?".

I choked on my coffe. Ohshitohshit! Is it that obious what if other people at Mickenly know! Oh fuuuuck!

"Don'y worry. If I hadn't had other experiences you would have just passed under the gaydar."

"So...I...um", I stutered.

"Your not out are you? No one knows, your 'friends' would turn on you, you would have to move schools...",he said.

I nodded. "Just about".

He looked at his watch. "Oh. I have to go get my sister. Honestly things that fourteen year old does behind my dads back.".

He stood and started to walk too the door.

Do something Karofsky! Don't let him get away!

"Wait", was I managed.

He turned hand on the door handle. "Oh, here. He scribbled his name on a paper napkin and handed it to me. If you ever wanna talk, text me."

I took it. "What was the blonde huys name again Boris?".

"Thayne Wagner",he replied.

"If that uh, Thayne guy gives you too much trouble just let me know, okay?", I mumbled.

Boris' face lit with the most bedazziling smile I had ever seen. "I will. Later."

"Bye".

As he went to his car I hurridly intered him in my contacts. I knew I would need Boris soon .

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