Author's Note: Finally I'm writing another Glee fic. I've had so many ideas for ages. But I've been sticking to my massive multi-chapter Quinn season 1 fic for a while now. Here I am finally delving into some totally different characters with a season 2 based fic. Not sure where this is headed, for sure, but I have some ideas I've been wanting to get down on (virtual) paper for a while now.

I'm planning to make each chapter alternate points of view – so chapter 1 is Karofsky, chapter 2 will be Santana, chapter 3 back to Karofsky, etc.

Please let me know if you think I should get a beta. I'm just posting this without anyone helping me out, as it is now.

Enjoy the chapter, below. ;)

Chapter 1: "First Date – Ever."

Dave remembered the first time he ever met Santana Lopez. The cheerleader from Lima Heights Adjacent had started dating Noah Puckerman not very long into freshman year, and Karofsky had officially been introduced to her at a victory party at Breadstix after a football game that McKinley had managed to win. Dave remembered the other guys on the team commenting on how lucky Puckerman was and how hot the Latina's body looked. He remembered Santana and Puck lip-locked for half the party, unable to keep their paws off of one another, or so it seemed. Realizing how much he had to pretend to agree that she was sexy had been one of the experiences that confirmed to Dave that something was wrong with him. He wanted so badly to be interested in a girl like her. But while he could understand how she was objectively attractive, he didn't feel drawn toward her in the slightest.

He noticed when she joined the glee club because one of Azimio and his favorite things to do at school was to slushie the losers, but mainly, she stayed off of his radar once she was no longer dating Puck. He didn't even realize she had begun a romance with Sam Evans, a current football player.

Santana only became an obsession of his once she walked into the otherwise deserted hallway where he'd been having a pretty personal "conversation" with Kurt and that loser he hung out with from his new school, almost finding out the secret that he could not bear anyone knowing. Dave wasn't sure how much she'd heard, but Blaine had just said something about how he was living a lie, he'd then mentioned how the three of them knew what was really going on, and then Blaine had started a physical altercation in which Santana intervened. While Santana was standing right there, Kurt had even continued talking about the matter at hand, calling Dave a coward about "the truth" and thankfully leaving things pretty vague, but still… now Santana knew something was up. And Dave hated Kurt and Blaine for that.

At the end of that encounter, Santana had called him a douchebag and chased him away, threatening him with her own brand of physical violence. So the next week in school, when she was waiting outside of the gym locker room immediately after a football practice, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little nervous. He put on his tough guy façade, though, and tried to ignore the fact that she was there at all, pretending he didn't even notice her.

"Hey. Abominable Snowman!" Santana called over to him as he walked by her.

He hesitated, trying not to think too hard about what that nickname insinuated, and turned back to her.

"What?" he answered slowly, with a sneer.

"Would you like to go out on a date with me?" she proposed, cocking her head to the side slightly and sending him flirty eyes.

"Um…" he faltered, taken aback. He'd certainly not been expecting that. She didn't even give him a chance to answer, though.

"Meet me at The Lima Bean in an hour," she said, walking up to him and smiling. She grazed his hand with her fingertips, then turned sharply and walked away confidently.

Dave looked after her, wondering what the hell had just happened.

He had been planning to go home after practice, but now Santana wanted him to meet her at that coffee shop and he didn't want to be late. Plus, what would be the point of wasting that gas to spend maybe five minutes in his house before having to leave and head out again? So he stayed in the locker room, even after all of his teammates cleared out. He needed to kill some time. So he lingered, no one around to distract him from his thoughts.

He realized that he didn't want to screw up this opportunity. Santana, for some reason, seemed romantically interested in him. After Finn had called him out on never having a girlfriend a few months back, he had kind of been wishing he could have a girl on his arm to prevent anyone from suspecting he might be gay. He intended to ask a girl to the prom. That had been his newest goal, a goal he'd made as the posters with the heterosexual couples running for king and queen started going up. He was delaying going out with anyone for as long as possible, because he was dreading the idea of having to try to kiss a girl and risk it being obvious that she wasn't his "type". But apparently Santana was doing his job for him, a few weeks early. She wanted to go on a date with him, so he was determined to try his hardest to make this work. A part of him even hoped maybe being with her would turn him straight.

This would be his first date – ever – and he looked in the mirror above the locker room sinks and wondered if there was anything he could do to properly prepare. Maybe he should wash his face? Yeah, that was probably a good idea. He turned the faucet on.

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