Puckerman running down the hallways like a cat in heat can only mean one thing: he's taking Lauren to 'McDonald's'… Like that's fooling anyone. But in this case, I'm quite sure it means it's the end of the year, and the final bell has rung before the summer holidays. Usually I'd be running with him, but this year I feel no need to rush. Besides, I still need to empty out my locker. There isn't much in here… my prom king scepter (which Santana insisted I keep in my locker instead of bringing it home, to show who has the power at the school), the crown, my prom picture, a couple of brand stickers, some valentines and a football. My locker is really like a memory book of every event this year… except one. But I don't want to let that worry me now. School is school, and I will NOT be missing it this summer.

Dave grabbed the remaining items from his locker and stuffed them in his bag. After making sure he got everything. He slammed his locker shut.

"David?" said a soft voice. Speak of the devil… it was Kurt. It was amazing how much he changed over the year. He went from looking like a toddler to actually having the capability of showing extreme amounts of sex appeal.

"Um… what's up, Kurt?" Dave asked, nervously.

"Could you walk with me for a minute?" They headed out of the school together slowly. Dave looked around manically to make sure no one was getting suspicious about anything. They stopped at the parking lot.

"Is everything OK?" Dave asked in concern.

"Dave… I know it's been a really tough year. For the both of us." He was looking right into Dave's eyes. "But… I know how sorry you are for what you did, and I'm sorry about how much pressure I've been putting on you about-"

"Yeah," Dave interrupted.

"But, I just really want you to enjoy the summer, and don't have any hard feelings about anything. All is forgiven. Just… take time to really think about who you are, and get comfortable with yourself." Dave looked down. He wasn't too sure what to say. "And Dave… if you ever need someone to talk to… just…" Kurt seemed to be hesitating. "…just give me a call." Kurt gave an optimistic smile, along with his number. He grabbed Dave's hand and put a slip of paper in it. Dave knew now he had to say something.

"Thank you, Kurt. I hope you uh… have a great summer." Dave put the number in his pocket.

"You too." Kurt said. He then went in to give Dave a hug. Dave had never felt more awkward. He knew everyone could see and he didn't want people to think that he was gay. Kurt quickly realized what consequences could come from his actions, and backed away. He gave Dave a quick nod, and walked off to his car, where to Kurt's surprise, Blaine was waiting for him. They kissed, holding one another, and looked at each other in this way… a way Dave had hoped he could look at someone like. His eyes started watering. He wiped them dry and headed to his own car. He drove home.

Dave woke up after falling asleep for 3 hours, and he was hard. It kind of frustrated him whenever this happened, but he knew it was an opportunity to let loose. He started playing with his dick, only fiddling. Finally he got up and locked his door. He sat at his computer chair and put in his headphones, jerking off to whatever gay porn he could find. The internet was full of surprises. It was one of those days when Dave felt extra horny, so he took off his boxers and leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on his desk. Slowly, he started fingering his hole while jerking off. The feeling was sensational, and it relaxed him. He could feel that he was near climax and started going faster. The porn was no longer a benefactor to his lust. Rushing through his mind were personal thoughts of people he knew… people in compromising positions… Azimio… with Finn. And Puck. Dave started biting his lip. His eyes were shut tight. He went faster… and faster.

"David!" yelled Dave's mother, banging on his door. Dave was scared shitless. He pushed his feet against the desk, falling back out of his chair. His headphones unplugged from his laptop, and the sound of the porn came directly from the speakers. His desk was shaking. He quickly got off the ground and shut the laptop, making a loud snapping noise.

"What!" Dave yelled, furiously.

"What are you doing in there?" his mother asked. Dave put on his boxers, and tucked his dick under the elastic waste band, covering the tip with his shirt. He opened the door.

"I was, uh… sleeping," Dave stuttered. "When you yelled you scared me and I… um… I fell out of… bed."

"Oh, sorry Dave!" she said. "Here, want mommy to kiss it better?" She grabbed his face and repeatedly kissed the stop of his head, trying to embarrass Dave.

"Ok, mom. Mom! Stop…" Dave said backing away. His mother was chuckling.

"Dinner's ready," she smiled. "Put some pants on."

Dave really wanted to finish what he had started before, but after all that had happened, he wasn't really in the mood. He put on some pants and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Dave sat across from his younger sister, Carly. She was texting under the table, thinking that nobody could see her. Dave was leaned on his fist, stabbing at his broccoli. Paul Karofsky broke the silence.

"So, David," he started. "What are your plans for this summer?" Dave sat up straight and put his fork down. He let out a huge sigh.

"I have no idea," he said plainly.

"What's Azimio doing?" Paul asked. "Anything worth looking into?" Dave hadn't really talked to Azimio lately. After he started the Bully Whips, there was just no being friends anymore. The only time they ever acknowledged each other was a swift nod in the hallways. Dave replied.

"Um, I'm not sure. We didn't really talk about it. I think he's going up to Cleveland with his dad."

"And he didn't ask if you wanted to go?" his mother asked.

"No…?" Dave said, as if his mother should know this.

"Oh,"his mother said. "How's Santana? Are you two still together?" Dave felt this feeling of guilt whenever his parents brought up Santana. He knew they played for the same team, so that it shouldn't really matter, but his parents believed so strongly in this relationship, only after meeting her once. Dave knew that Santana's summer would consist of trying to hook up with Brittany, they've talked about these things before.

"Yeah, we're still together. She's… taking up golfing. Her second love, as it turns out."

"Well that is interesting. Good for her," said Paul. Everyone continued eating. But Carly looked up and said, "I'm getting a job!" Dave knew the topic of working would be brought up, but not by Carly. She only did it to be annoying. The glared at each other, Dave in anger and Carly in snoot.

"That's wonderful, sweetie!" said their mother. "Dave, honey, why don't you try get a job? It's a terrific way to meet new people," Dave looked at her, a mouth full of meat loaf.

"Deena, that's a great idea. Dave, why don't you get a job?" Paul suggested. It's not like I never tried. I did apply for Abercrombie & Fitch, but they told me that I 'wasn't what they were looking for'. I guess that was their way of calling me fat. He swallowed his meat loaf.

"I guess I could go see who's hiring at the mall," Dave said.

"What?" Carly shrieked. "That would mean you're at the mall like, every day?"

"Yep," Dave said. "So, suck on that!"

"David!" Deena snapped. She didn't really care, and Dave knew that. But she wanted to make it seem that she was sticking up for Carly, just so she wouldn't get bitchy.

"Perfect. It's settled then," said Paul. Everyone finished eating and Dave went back upstairs to his bedroom. He needed to improve his resume if he wanted a half decent job. He opened his laptop. When he did, though he wanted to write his resume… he found himself a little sidetracked… Good thing he locked the door.