Spoilers up to Night of Neglect.

For everyone that would like to see Dave happy.

Born This Way/Rumours speculation one-shot. Dave/Santana

Dave groaned as he plonked himself down on the chair by the piano in the choir room. How was everything getting fucked up so quickly?

It was all Hummel's fault. Why the fuck was he even back here? Didn't he want to stay with his pansy-ass boyfriend?

Dave knew that if he was a decent guy, he would have felt guilty for what he had done to Hummel, but when he had found out that Hummel had transferred he had been relieved. Because his secret was still safe. Because when Hummel was still at McKinley, his anxiety levels were through the roof. After the kiss, Dave felt like he was second guessing everyone just in case Hummel had opened his big mouth and told someone else. He didn't even know why he had kissed the boy in the first place. How could he have been so stupid as to let his guard down like that? He'd been able to keep everything normal for the best part of two years. Everything he had worked so hard to hide came crashing down in a matter of seconds.

The few seconds that he had kissed another dude.

The few seconds when he had finally admitted to himself that all the pushing and shoving wasn't actually because he thought that Hummel needed some sense knocked into him, but because he wanted Hummel to notice him. He wanted Hummel to look at him.

Dave would deny it until the day he died, but after Hummel had left, in those moments before he fell asleep, he would think about what he would say if he ever saw Hummel again. He would allow himself to wonder if he would apologise or just keep up the macho man act and tell him to keep his mouth shut or else.

But never once, in all the scenarios had he pictured Hummel's toy boy there. Like he was Hummel's fucking personal body guard. Just seeing the guy there, in his school with Hummel, had made something twist at the pit of his stomach. Was it any wonder he had acted the way that he did?

He was a dude, dammit. He shouldn't want Hummel. He wasn't like them. He couldn't be like them.

And then today, Hummel was back in Homo Explosion like he had never left. And he was there while they were all singing and dancing to that God awful Lady Gaga song, 'Born This Way'. Wearing stupid fucking t-shirts with shit about themselves on it, that no-one even gave two fucks about. And trust fucking Hummel to wear a t-shirt that says 'Likes Boys'. Like he's fucking proud of the fact that he's a fag and doesn't care who knows it.

So now he was sitting there, in the stupid choir room, playing with the piano keys, having a long overdue, hard look at himself. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He couldn't be like this all the time. His head was all over the place and he knew that if something didn't give soon, he might do something that he could later regret.

He just wanted to be normal. Be a teenage boy that jerked off to straight porn, instead of making up images of Hummel going down on him in his fucked up head.

God he was sick. He was sure of it.

He didn't know what possessed him to do it but the fucking line had been going around in his head over and over again. Slowly, he let the words drawl out as he sang them to himself. "No matter gay, straight or bi, lesbian, transgender life, I'm on the right track baby I was born to survive." He hated that he could practically hear the hurt in his voice, but a slow clap made him whip his head towards the door.

Santana was walking towards him grinning like the cat that got the cream. Dave wanted to punch her in the face at that moment, but he knew better than to hit a girl. "You can actually sing. Well that was unexpected, Karofsky!" she said as Dave had an internal panic. Fuck! Why the fuck was she here?

"What do you want, Lopez?" he growled dangerously.

The smirk stayed plastered on her face. "I just wanted to let you know that I've figured out your big secret. Everything Blaine and Kurt said to you in the hallway just made me think. Why would Kurt keep a secret for you? What could be that important that Kurt would allow himself to be transferred out of the school rather than spill? And then remembering Blaine saying it was the three of you knew what was really going made everything fall into place."

Dave narrowed his eyes in what he hoped would be a menacing way. FUCK! This was all he needed. Some little bitch finding out. How could he have been so stupid! He was such an idiot. "You don't know what you are talking about Lopez. Get the fuck out."

"You want me to leave gay-boy?" she said in the most innocent tone, causing Dave to freeze.

FUCK!

She definitely knew. He had to play it cool.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he said as casually as he could through gritted teeth.

Apparently Santana wasn't buying it. "Oh really, then you wouldn't mind if I head along to the locker room and tell all your buddies."

"You wouldn't." Dave gulped in a deep breath. What the fuck was happening? How the hell was his whole world in the hands of this chick in front of him?

"Look, Kurt might think that all gays should have solidarity or some bullshit, but I don't. So I won't hesitate to tell your home-boys, you gots that?"

Dave raised his eyebrows. He was trying not to panic. It wasn't working. "They wouldn't believe you," he said, clutching at straws.

Santana just jutted out a hip and placed her hand on it. "Maybe not, but it will put doubt in their minds. One little slip and you'll be out gay-boy."

"I'M NOT GAY!"

"Keep telling yourself that, Karofsky."

Dave couldn't take it any more. "What do you want from me Lopez?"

Taking a step closer to Dave, she smiled. "I'm glad you asked. I want a date for prom and I want you to be my boyfriend for the run up."

"No way," Dave said automatically. He didn't want to pretend to be the bitch's boyfriend. What they fuck was up with that? Dave wasn't blind. The girl smoking hot. Why did she want him to be her date anyway?

"Oh, so you don't mind me telling then?" she said, eyes sparking.

"Why are you doing this?" Dave said, voice straining.

Santana shrugged. "Call it payback for Kurt and payback for the slushie you threw all up in my face."

Dave gave her a sideways look. "Since when have you and Hummel been so close?"

"Since us gays have to stick together," she said heading towards the door, as Dave letting the meaning of her words sink in.

"Wait…what did you say?" he said, not quite believing it. Was Santana Lopez, the biggest slut at the school, implying that she was gay?

"You heard me Karofsky," she called over her shoulder. "Don't forget to meet me here after glee rehearsal tomorrow. We've got prom campaigning to do."

Dave stared after her. What the fuck was his life?

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Hmmm, I was thinking about adding one more chapter about Dave meeting Santana after glee rehearsal and her forcing him to try out for glee. What do you think?

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