AN: Hey so this is my first time ever writing a fan fiction. I've been reading them for over a year now and decided that I should try to write one. So please review and let me know how I did. If you want to talk to me you can message me on my tumblr which is this-american-maddie. Enjoy!


"So it was just a kiss?" Santana asked Dave while she grilled him, a few months later, on what had happened in the locker room that day. Is that all it was? Dave thought back to that day, just before everything had changed.

"Hey! I am talking to you" Kurt yelled. Dave was surprised Kurt had followed him into the locker room.

"Girl's locker room's next door." He said gruffly.

"What is your problem?" Kurt asked

What was his problem? Well for one thing he was a closeted jock, living in a close-minded town. His mother was a religious freak that believed that homosexuality was the worst sin of all and his friends would kick his ass if they knew he liked guys.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you so scared of?" Kurt Clarified.

Dave was scared of many things, like his mom disowning him if he came out or becoming an outcast because no one on the football or hockey team wants to be friends with a "cock sucker". He didn't say any of this to Kurt of course. Instead he shot back with "Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?" It was low but Dave couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Oh, yeah, every straight guy's nightmare that all of us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you. Well, guess what, ham hock? You're not my type! " Kurt shouted.

"That right?"

"Yeah, I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty."

Hearing that from Kurt hurt, a lot. Dave had already been insecure about his appearance but hearing it said out loud confirmed that if Kurt didn't like him, no one would.

"Don't push me Hummel!" Dave was really getting worked up. He tried to stay calm but the rage inside of him kept growing.

"You going to hit me? Do it." Kurt declared.

"Don't push me!" Dave warned again. He was losing control.

"Hit me, because it's not going to change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me anymore than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"

"I said get out of my face!" Dave yelled. He prayed that Kurt would stop. He had no idea what he would do if Kurt kept at it.

"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!" Kurt screamed in Dave's face.

Then it happened, the moment that changed everything. Dave grabbed Kurt's face and roughly kissed him.

Dave had loved those few seconds. It felt like they were the two only people on earth. Nothing else mattered but the fact that he was kissing another man. He was being completely himself for the first time in his life, no hidden feelings. Everything had just melted away.

Dave pulled away and saw Kurt staring back at him, eyes wide in shock and his mouth wide open. He looked back at Kurt, inhaled, and went in for another kiss, but before he could Kurt pushed him away and stepped back quickly, with his hands on his lips. For a few seconds they were silent.

So much was going through Dave's head at that moment. He had just kissed another guy, something he had secretly fantasized about for months. On the other hand he was mad. Kurt had pushed him away. The one time he is himself he gets rejected. Dave slammed the lockers with both hands and cried out in anger. Dave took one more look at Kurt before he stormed out of the room.

So was it just a kiss? Dave thought about Santana's question for a while, playing the scene over and over in his mind.

Dave smiled, looked at Santana, and said, "No I guess it wasn't just a kiss."