A/N: So rumor is Dave and Santana will be going to prom together, here's how I'd like it to go. Song is Savage Garden's Truly Madly Deeply: www. youtube. com/ watch?v=US-ZgUr3xQY (remove spaces for link).
Dave 's date leaned against the arm of his navy blue suit as he led them into the prom.
The gym was decorated to the nines with large silver stars and models of planets covering the ceiling to reflect the "romance under the stars" theme. Dave took in the decor and smiled down at his date. A few months ago he thought he'd be thrown out of school and now he was glad to have made it to prom even if his date was only a friend.
'Brittany going to cream herself when she sees you San,' Dave told Santana taking in the skin tight red dress she was wearing and the red flower in her hair.
'That would be the point,' she said placing a hand on her hip, 'she thinks she wants Wheels but all she needs is a little temptation to change her mind.'
'A little?' Dave chuckled, 'what more could you have done be naked on a silver platter?'
Santana rolled her eyes, 'I seem to remember spending three hours with you picking out this sexy suit,' she teased him standing in front of him to fix his navy blue bowtie.
'Was it worth it?' Dave blushed.
' Hell yeahs! You've never looked hotter. If we were both straight I'd jump you,' she told him brushing lint off his shoulder, 'now sexy boy let's go dance.'
Dave nodded and followed his friend out to the dance floor until he saw the person he wanted to see most and least: Kurt. He was wearing a form fitting black tux with a silver bow tie. Preppy boy had his hands wrapped around Kurt slender waist and the singer had his head resting on Blaine's shoulder.
Dave sighed pulling Santanta against him to distract himself and stepping away from the couple but he was still unable to remove his eyes from the Kurt's body.
'You okay? Santanta asked taking in the look of dread on Dave's face.
He shook his head but refused to answer the girl.
'What is it Dave?' she asked glancing behind her until she saw the cause of Karofsky's problems.
'Don't say a word Lopez,' Dave warned her with an icy stare.
'You wish it were you don't you? I get it. I wish I was Artie sometimes,' the girl revealed, 'do you want to leave? We can if you need to.'
He shook his head trying to look away and focus on Santana instead, 'no, at least I get to see him if I stay…and how else are you going to tempt Brittany? It's not like me and Fancy would have ever had anything close to a relationship anyway. I need to stop dreaming.'
Santana rubbed Dave's arm, 'I'm tired of dancing babe, why don't you get us a table and I'll grab us some punch, okay?' Dave nodded and walked toward the tables finally breaking his attention from Kurt.
Santana walked toward the punchbowl until she caught sight of her own crush in a beautiful pink gown laughing with her boyfriend. She hadn't even notice Santana had arrived. The blonde was too busy stealing kisses with the cripple to notice anything else. She thought about going over to the couple to say hello but her stomach tightened at the thought. Instead she found herself staring at the couple Dave had been taken with. Did they have to flaunt that they had everything in the world and she was stuck alone? It wasn't fair; she or Dave didn't deserve to be in love with someone they couldn't have. Staring at Kurt, her brows narrowed and she tilted her head as she got an idea.
She walked over to Kurt and Blaine and yanked the singer away from his lover's embrace, 'you and me have got to talk Fancy... I mean Kurt.'
Kurt shrugged at Blaine.
'I'll get us something to drink, while you two talk,' Blaine suggested leaving the singers alone.
Kurt pushed Santana's iron grip away but followed her, 'what the hell? Just because you don't have a date for prom doesn't mean you have to ruin ours.'
'That's where we disagree, first of all Karofsky is my date and second I won't ruin your prom if you two stop rubbing our faces in the fact you're the only happy gays at this prom.'
'I feel bad for you Santana, maybe someday when your out to more than to just the glee club you can enjoy yourself but it's my fault you're not happy.'
'Wrong, Kurt! Maybe you didn't do anything to me but you're the reason Dave is walking around like a kicked puppy. You keep hanging all over your boyfriend in front of him,' Satanta barked, 'he can't stop staring at your ugly mug. You know he likes you. Would it kill you to let him have a nice prom too?'
'I can't make him stop looking. Isn't trying to keep his attention the whole reason you're wearing such a hideous dress?'
Santana growled under her breath, 'if you wanted to make his night special you'd go ask him to dance. All that idiot wants is one song, three fricken minutes with you, it's obvious.'
'You can't be serious! He bullied me,' Kurt rolled his eyes.
'The boy spent three hours picking out a tux with me on the off chance you might look in his general direction. Doesn't that earn him something?' she sighed crossing her arms over her chest.
Kurt motioned toward the football player, 'he's not even out to anyone outside of the glee club. Surely dancing with the "homo" is going to hurt his social standing.'
'He won't care. He likes you…a lot. If you ask him to dance he will say yes,' Santana assured him.
'This is crazy. I can't dance with Karofsky, we hate each other,' Kurt shook his head.
Santana threw her hands in the air as she started to stalk away 'you're more of a selfish child than I thought you were Hummel. You hate Dave so much you won't even sacrifice a little so that boy can have a happy memory of prom. As we both know I'm a lost cause because I can't have Brittany. But I thought of all people that you'd understand what's it's like to be the lonely gay kid. All I'm asking is that you give Dave what he needs for a few minutes.'
Kurt groaned at the former cheerleader, 'fine one dance! Nothing else.'
Santana smiled. She wanted to hug Kurt but instead she walked back to the table where Dave was seated.
'Where's the punch?' Dave asked pulling out Santana's chair for her.
'I got you something better,' Santana announced looking in Kurt's direction.
Dave's eyes noticed Kurt and glanced back at his date as the smaller boy approach them, 'you didn't…'
'Thank me later,' she nodded leaving the table so they could be alone.
Dave watched her walk away and when his eyes returned to Kurt the singer was standing in front of him.
Kurt shifted uncomfortably, 'so Santana told me you might want to dance with me.'
Dave's eyes scanned Kurt's face trying to read his emotions but he was a blank slate.
'You don't have to if you don't want to, if you'd be embar…' Kurt murmured.
Dave nodded his head as a desperate, 'yes,' left his mouth. 'Yes, It's just I thought you'd never let me be near you after what happened.'
Kurt bit his lip, 'I normally wouldn't but Santana gave me something to think about and I think I might be able to consider forgiving you someday.'
'That sounds fair,' Dave said standing close to the other boy.
'Will you be okay if someone calls you a "homo"?' Kurt asked double checking that Dave understood what might happen.
'I won't notice and don't care,' Dave said without a second thought. He took Kurt's hand and led him to the dance floor as the song changed to a slow one.
I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
Dave wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist and Kurt rested his arms around Dave's neck. They swayed to the music ignoring the stares and whispers in the crowd around them.
I will be strong, I will be faithful
'Cause I'm counting on
A new beginnin'
A reason for livin'
A deeper meanin', yea
His cheeks grew red as he stared deep into Kurt's blue eyes knowing the rumors; the name calling, the threats and the slushies in the face would be all worth it for this moment.
And I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
Kurt smiled at him and whispered to him, 'you're braver than I thought, David.'
And when my stars are shinin' brightly in the velvet sky
I'll make a wish to send it to Heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the pleasure in the certainty
That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of
The highest powers in lonely hours
(Lonely hours)
The tears devour you
Dave pulled Kurt closer, if this was all he was ever getting he was going to make it worth it. He ran one hand through Kurt's soft hair drawing the boy towards him.
And I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
Kurt seemed to understand and laid his head on Dave's shoulder.
Oh can't you see it baby?
You don't have to close your eyes
'Cause it's standin' right before you
All that you need will surely come
Uhh hu yea
Dave looked up from the singer hair to see Santana standing on the other side of the dance floor swaying by herself as she smiled at the sight before her. She motioned with her eyes at Kurt and shook her head laughing.
I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
Dave couldn't help himself from running his hand up and down Kurt's back savoring the feel of the boy muscles under his fingers. 'I love you,' Dave whispered as he nuzzled against Kurt's hair trying to pass off the phrase as a lyric of the song.
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
He willed himself not to cry as the song neared its end but he felt his eyes growing wet. He closed his eyes trying to memorize the feel of Kurt next to him. 'Just a few more minutes longer,' he silently prayed.
And I want to stand with you on a mountain Huh huh uhh
I want to bathe with you in the sea
Well I want to live like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
Yea uhh huh
La la la duh duh huh
La la la duh duh huh
Uhh hu
As the song changed to something more upbeat they stood holding each other for a few seconds more before Kurt took a step back and looked up at the tears in Dave eyes.
'Thank you,' Dave whispered softly touching Kurt's cheek with his thumb.
Kurt let out the breath he had been holding when football player finally removed his thumb from his cheek.
Dave started to lean forward but stopped himself. He wanted to taste Kurt's lips again but he knew this wasn't his time. 'Have a wonderful night with Blaine,' David told him trying to look anywhere but into Kurt's eyes before leaving the boy standing on the dance floor alone.