Pairing: Null
Its Sunday, I have a cold, and there's nothing better to do. And I need a hug, but failing that Dave can have one.
"I knew you'd ask me out eventually. I'm kind of duke-stud at McKinley."
Olive stares at him incredulously over her coffee cup and says, "I'm sorry, you go on a date with 'Smokin' McBoomtits' and that's your opening line?"
Dave throws his hands up. "What's wrong with it?"
Ollie just shakes her head. "The fact that we share a gene pool continues to puzzle and amaze me."
They don't, actually – Ollie is his cousin once removed – but they grew up together and Dave always figured Ollie was the better option since the cousins they have in common are such a bag of dicks.
"She didn't buy it either," Dave mutters.
"God, who would?" Ollie scoffs.
"But we're still going out."
Ollie's dark eyebrows fly up. "Is she insane?"
Dave scowls at her. "Satan wants to be prom queen or whatever. Thinks I've got the pull to get her there. And…" He scrubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. "And she wants me to start an anti-bullying club with her."
Ollie shrieks, "WHAT?" her face nearly splitting with the force of her grin. "Oh my God, are you serious?"
"Yes," Dave hisses at her, appalled. "God, would you keep it down! We're in public!"
She ignores him – of course she does – and throws her head back, letting out that terrible, dirty, unabashed cackle that gets her looks of intrigue/terror at parties.
"Comeuppance, dude!" she crows, and Dave buries his head in the crook of one arm and groans.
"I hate you," he says, understandably muffled. He hears Ollie give another burst of awful laughter which drifts into a sigh. He feels her hand on his arm and in his hair.
"Humbug," she says, and Dave feels terrible, because as shitty as he was to Kurt and everyone in school, he was worse to Ollie, who had tried to be there for him – even if it meant shouting at him over Skype – despite the fact that he had been the bad guy. "Humbug, c'mon. Listen to me, okay? This will good for you."
Dave peers up at her. "How do you know?"
"Cause I know you, dork," she says, still grinning. She gets up, tugging his arm. "C'mon, my flight goes in an hour. Walk me to my gate?"
Dave sighs. This week is going to suck, but…
"Yeah," he says, getting up too and slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, okay."
I dunno. I've always wanted him to have someone to talk to… so I kinda jumped the shark and gave him a Cousin Oliver…Olive…whatever. Also, GOD, someone had to say SOMETHING about that appalling line - I mean really, Dave, 'Duke-Stud'?