This is my first attempt at a story, I don't really have it all written out at this point but I'm pretty excited about the potential. Enjoy!

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"Hey, you okay?"

A hand waved in front of his face. The music was so loud he could barely hear the comment over the pulsing, hypnotic beat. He turned to the man next to him with a small smile, "Yeah, just thinking." And he had been thinking, but that defeated the purpose of coming here. You didn't go to clubs to think, you went to clubs to drink and dance and hook up with strangers. Dave Karofsky was familiar with this routine and hadn't expected this time to be any different. That was, until he'd seen someone from his past that he never thought he'd cross paths with again.

"You want a drink? I'll buy." His companion made a face, he hadn't seen Dave this out of it in a long time.

Dave hesitated before he answered, "Sure Az, anything's fine. I'll go find a table or something." Azimio Adams gave him a suspicious look before he shrugged and headed toward the bar.

As Dave located a table in the quieter part of the club he made sure to look for that face again. Kurt Hummel, his high school victim was here of all places. Dave hadn't seen him since graduation and as far as he knew Kurt had booked it to New York as soon as he was able to.

Dave spotted him near the bathroom. Kurt was laughing. Dave felt a twinge of regret. He was no stranger to regret these days. High school had been a dark time. After all, it wasn't easy being gay in a small Ohio town. Not that anyone had known he was gay in high school, he'd made sure of that. Not even his best friend, Azimio, had known until their sophomore year of college at Ohio State. He had been surprisingly okay with it. Dave couldn't help but wonder how much he'd wasted by keeping it a secret for so long. He wondered if things would have been different. Probably, but it was too late for that now. Dave tore his eyes away from Kurt as Azimio approached the table.

"So do I get to know what's up with you now or you just gonna keep spacing out?" Az said, setting down their beers. Dave glanced back toward Kurt to see what he was drinking. It was in a martini glass, Dave almost laughed at how stereotypically gay Kurt seemed.

Dave's gaze traveled back to Azimio and he grinned lightly, "Nah, man, I'm good. Sorry, just a little distracted, " but Az had followed Dave's wandering glance and he stood open-mouthed staring at Kurt.

"Bu- Wha- is that…?" He sputtered a little before trailing off and swinging his head back around to look at Dave. "What's he doing here?" After he'd come out to Azimio, Dave had told him all about the things that had happened between him and Kurt.

Dave had been in love with Kurt in high school. Kurt had always been openly gay and Dave had admired it, and like some sort of elementary school crush he'd disguised it by picking on him ruthlessly. Kurt hated him, Dave had made sure of that. Kurt had never fought back or lashed out at Dave back then, except once. He'd shoved Kurt harder than he usually would have. The boy had been smiling and Dave didn't think it was fair that he got to be happy while Dave was miserably hiding a secret. Kurt had followed Dave as he'd walked away. They'd faced off in the locker room and seeing Kurt all flushed and angry, Dave lost it. He'd kissed Kurt. As he pulled back Dave had examined the smaller boy's face, looked deep into his blue-green eyes and searched for something other than horror and bewilderment. He had found none and Kurt had run away.

Realistically, Dave could understand why Kurt had been afraid. He understood that now, sure, but fear of being outed had caused him to make the following weeks hell for the little homo. He'd threatened to kill him. Dave winced. That was definitely not one of his proudest moments. Kurt had run off to his uniform-wearing, private school. For a year, anyway. After that year, Kurt had come back to McKinley High and Dave had backed off. But they'd only had a year left of school and the damage had already been done.

Dave mentally shook himself. He looked back at Azimio, who was looking at him pointedly, as if waiting for an answer. "I don't know," Dave replied glumly. Azimio nodded and turned toward the boy again. Dave glanced back and saw who Kurt was with for the first time. Finn, his memory provided. Finn was Kurt's step brother. He was nursing a beer and listening intently to whatever Kurt was saying. Kurt was talking animatedly with wild hand movements. Dave wished again that he'd been on better terms with the boy. He looked so happy. Dave was jealous.

He saw Azimio take a step toward Kurt and reached for his sleeve. "What are you doing?" He panicked slightly when Az mumbled, "One sec," and shook off Dave's grasp. He stared in horror as Azimio walked toward Kurt and Finn. Az tapped Kurt on the shoulder and he paused whatever he was saying to glance at the interruption. His eyes widened slightly in recognition and Az held out his hand for Kurt to shake. Kurt smiled slightly and shook his hand quickly. He seemed to listen for a minute and his gaze traveled past Azimio's shoulder. Dave stiffened as Kurt locked eyes with him. Kurt looked away as he concentrated once again on what Azimio was saying. He nodded a couple times and Azimio gestured vaguely behind himself. Kurt nodded again and turned to Finn. He said a couple words and Finn jerked his head in approval and headed toward the bar. Dave didn't know what was going on, but his eyes widened considerably when Azimio turned around and began leading Kurt to their table. Azimio was smiling, but Kurt just looked confused.

Dave composed himself as the two approached the table. Kurt stepped forward and began to speak. "Hey, Karofsky, it's been a while."

"Hey, Fancy." Dave winced a little at the nickname he'd given him so long ago. He hadn't meant to say it, but old habits die hard.

Kurt didn't seem too bothered, "Can I sit?" He smirked a little at Dave's surprised face.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Dave blanched. I'm faced with someone I used to be in love with and I choose now of all times to be inarticulate, he thought.

"So." Kurt paused, taking a seat, "Azimio here said you wanted to… discuss things."

Dave shot a dirty look at Az, who raised up his arms and made a shooing gesture. "Get on with it. Make peace." He mouthed from behind Kurt before he grabbed his beer and walked back over to the bar, where Finn was chatting with the bartender.

Dave stopped watching Az and swung his gaze back to meet Kurt's questioning one. He swallowed nervously before he spoke. "Can we talk somewhere else? Somewhere… quieter? A little more private, maybe?" Dave stopped there, glancing back to where Az and Finn seemed interested in something the bartender was saying, while he waited for Kurt's answer.

"Sure. Finn and I took separate cars. There's a little diner down the street, it's pretty quiet at this time." Kurt got up to leave and Dave followed him out, chugging the rest of the beer he'd been sipping.

They'd been sitting at the diner for four minutes and thirty-six seconds - not that Kurt had been keeping track. Long enough to order coffee and send the waitress away. Long enough for Dave to clear his throat and look at Kurt like he was going to speak three times. Kurt shifted awkwardly as Dave licked his lips and took another sip of the coffee in front of him. "So…" Kurt decided to help Dave out. The only reason Kurt had come over was the look of longing and regret in the larger man's eyes. Azimio, as terrible as he had been to Kurt at McKinley, was a good friend to Dave, he'd practically begged Kurt to come let him say his peace. "Look," Kurt continued, "I don't know what it is exactly you wanted to say to me, but -"

"-I'm so sorry, Kurt." Dave interrupted him. "I know it's been forever and a day since high school but I can't even tell you know sorry I am for what happened back then." Kurt stayed silent, Dave swallowed and continued, "I wasn't happy, with myself or anyone else back then. It was a rather dark place and it took me forever to come to terms with myself. Az, he's been so supportive. I-I always wondered what would have happened if he'd found out back then. Turns out," he smiled a little, "I might have been horrible to you for no reason." He stopped.

"What happened between graduation and now?" Kurt asked, "you certainly seem more…" he waved his hand around vaguely as if searching for the word. After a moment his hand dropped and he took another sip of his drink.

Dave swallowed, keeping his eyes on his coffee mug, "I came out to Azimio in college. He'd told me 'Dude, I don't care if you're gay or straight or whatever, just spare me the details, we'll always be chill.' I couldn't even believe him at the time. Pretty sure I just stared at him for a while. We didn't really have in-depth conversations about it after that, but we didn't need to. Just to know that there was one person in the world who I could count on was enough." Dave looked up at Kurt, "I wasted so much time being afraid of what others would do If they found out, when you just, you were, and everyone knew, no one had to ask or wonder. I resented you for it. I'm really sorry about what happened."

There was silence for a few seconds before Kurt responded, "It's okay. I know I want to still be mad and I want to hold a grudge forever, but I can't. I know how hard it is to come to terms with yourself. I mean, yeah, it's awful that people can't just be who they are from the beginning but I am genuinely happy for you, Dave, that you figured it out eventually."

Dave nodded. He glanced over to the clock on the wall and winced. "Kurt, I-I'd really love to do this again, catch up thoroughly. My shift starts in five hours and I really need to get some shut eye before then. You mind?" Kurt looked a little disheartened but shook his head anyway. "Great, why don't you give me your number and we can do this again." He pulled out his cell and handed it over.

When Kurt was finished putting in his number they both stood up and parted ways.

Kurt was heading to his car when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, taking the phone out. He yanked his keys out of his coat pocket before he looked at the message. It was from an unknown number and Kurt smiled at the words as he put the phone in the passenger seat and pulled out of the parking lot.

I never stopped thinking about you. Call me sometime.

Reviews/Comments/Critiques welcome. Please tell me how to improve and let me know if you want me to continue. I want to see where I can take this if you guys are interested.

Thank you so much for reading! :)

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