Author's note:

Okay, so…I'm about to take this down.

But no worries! It's only because I've been going back through this and making changes and updating a couple of things. So I will be posting this in a new story, and hopefully even finishing it.

This story means a lot to me; it was my first attempt at writing fanfiction, and it was for a couple that I care deeply about, which means that I want to do this justice. In my opinion, the show just took a giant crap on the name of Dave Karofsky, and even if it wasn't this story, I want to see him have the story that he deserves.

So this note is just for the people who follow this story, if there are even any left. I'll be deleting the entire thing probably within the next two days or so and then reposting. Thank you everyone who kept up with this story and suffered through my terrible, 17 year old writing.

So, I lost a bet. Though I guess I kind of purposely lost it, for reasons I still haven't figured out. Guess my body just took over. It knows what it wants right?

Anyways, I lost the bet, and now I'm sitting here at Regionals. Aural intensity just preformed. I must admit they were decent, but I can definitely tell that some sleuthing went down to find which songs would be most appealing to the judges. Then again, Sue's coaching them. Anything to win, right Sue?

The Warblers are next, as in, the Dalton Academy Warblers. As in, the school Kurt transferred to because I decided to kiss him, threaten to kill him, while trying to flirt, though it came off as harassment. Fine, I guess it was technically harassment. I know, I know, I need to work on that…anyways.

Guess I should back track here. I'm Dave. Or as most people know me, Karofsky. Now you may be wondering, 'why would Dave Karofsky, big time bully douche bag engage in a bet that, if he lost, would send him to sit through a Region competition for show choir?' Well the answer is simple. One, I was the one who proposed the bet. Two, the bet was that I couldn't eat chocolate for a week straight and I knew that everyone else knew that I had a pretty unhealthy obsession with chocolate and that it wouldn't be too much of a shock if I did lose it…I lost within an hour. Three, I kind of wanted to check it out anyway.

Yep. Your jaw is probably on the ground right now. Well pick it up and attach it back to your face. I, Dave Karofsky, am actually somewhat interested in Glee club. There goes that jaw again. Might wanna get that checked out, man.

Granted, I wasn't always so interested. I really did used to think that the Glee club was just a waste of time and just plain stupid. But then came the championship game, and we had to do that stupid halftime show. And…I was happy, genuinely happy, for once in my life. I realized that I liked singing. Dancing was even better. I even found out that I'm good at it. It made me feel accomplished, like I was finally doing something right.

I've been thinking really hard about actually joining New Directions. I want that feeling back. I want to feel like I'm part of something really awesome, and something that I actually fully enjoy doing, instead of being in it because I want to be on top. Hopefully my friends would understand. It's a stretch but a guy can dream.

But there's one problem. Hudson…Finn. Finn said that I'd have to clear things up with Kurt first. I don't know if I can yet. I feel guilty about what I did, embarrassed even. I just need time to come to terms with…other things first.

So as I said. I wanted to check it out. Well the competing part of it. The Warblers are taking the stage. There's Kurt. Dear God, he looks even more amazing now. And the Prep School uniform doesn't look bad either…not to mention it adds an extra little…naughty thoughts. Snapping out of it. I listen carefully at the opening chimes of the boys, figuring out it was Candles by Hey Monday. No way. I love this song like you wouldn't believe. I see Kurt step out. He got a solo, which means he'll be singing, which also means my day has been made. His voice is so beautiful. Yep. Beautiful. I used the word.

I get lost for a moment. Until I hear a voice that isn't Kurt's. It's Blaine's. Of course he would have a solo too. He steps out and takes his place next to Kurt. And then…they start singing to each other. Oh God. They're together. I know it. No one sings with that kind of chemistry without having something going on behind the scenes.

No.

No. He can't have him. I liked Kurt first.

I have to talk to Kurt. I have to make this right.

2017: Ok so this is my first story ever. I'm actually in the process of going through this story, fixing what I think needs fixed and then perhaps even continuing it and finishing it. Problem is, I wrote and haven't updated this since 2011. I've lost my plan for this story, and my writing is probably a little rusty. Hopefully by going through this and editing it, I'll find my juice again. So, stay with me.

-Paige