A/N These chapters are going to be short, almost like drabbles, and they all concern the one PFLAG planning meeting that Kurt and Dave are supposed to be having one afternoon at the Lima Bean. The epologue will take place after this first planning meeting. Hope it's not confusing. I don't own Glee but that doesn't mean I don't looove reviews!

Hypothetically Speaking

"I can't believe I agreed to this." moaned Dave sinking back into his chair looking like a big sulky kid.

"Oh quit whining! You did agree to it, so we're doing it AND we're doing it properly I might add." Kurt was not giving an inch on this. He tapped his pencil impatiently. "The summer is going to go by quickly and I want to have everything in place so we can start PFLAG meetings immediately as soon as school starts again." Kurt sighed, "I was hoping to get the PFLAG meetings started before school ended last term but I was so busy with the Glee nationals."

"Okay I get it, but do we hafta have a meeting to plan a meeting? Isn't that kinda redundant?"

"whoo! Look at you and your big word!" Kurt replied sarcastically, he then continued in a serious tone. "Planning meetings aren't redundant. We have to have an agenda, perhaps find a speaker, think up how we're going to promote the group and run it all past Mr. Schue and possibly Principal Figgins."

"Why do we even need a PFLAG group now? You're back at McKinley, and we're cool." Dave gestured with his hands indicating the two of them. "Why waste
our after school time with stupid meetings?"

"These stupid meetings are for your benefit, David!" Kurt stated angrily, Dave noticed Kurt always used his full name when displeased - he rather liked it. "This is so you can be more comfortable about your sexuality."

"I don't even know I'm gay for sure." Dave uttered and Kurt pulled an incredulous face.

"For Prada's sake Dave. You kissed me when I confronted you in the locker room. That was not a reaction I'd expect from a straight boy.

"Maybe I'm confused."

"Maybe you're gay."

"If you noticed I have a girlfriend."

"Oh yes, the school bike. How is that going for you anyways? Have you ridden her yet?"

"Kurt! For fuck's sakes that's crude! I like Santana."

"You didn't answer my question."

"NO! But that's not 'cause I'm gay, it's because I'm a gentleman."

Kurt scoffed, "A saint more like, or no wait, perhaps you're gay!"

"For your information, Santana and I get along really well. She's has hidden depths to her most people don't know. I respect her."

"So you're dating the school skank for her personality. You are sooo gay!"

"I'm serious Kurt! Stop talking about her like that. She's not here to defend herself." Dave hissed. He hesitated and then said, "Maybe I will get it on with her to prove you wrong. She's got a great body, nice tits."

"And you say you are a gentleman. Alright, most straight boys will do just about anything to get a blow job from girls." Kurt moved forward over the table towards Dave and fixed him with an inquisitive look. "Hypothetically speaking, would you sit through three hours of those South American soaps she watches if she promised you a blow job at the end of it?"

"Hmmm, I've never actually had a blowjob." Dave mulled it over in his mind for a minute, "yeah sure, I'd sit through three hours of Spanish-speaking soaps for a blowjob from Santana." Dave smiled at Kurt triumphantly.

Kurt smiled back and continued. "Okay, hypothetically speaking, would you sit through three hours of Project Runway if I promised you a blowjob at the end of it?"

Dave couldn't help but let out a strangled moan as images of Kurt on his knees in front of him rushed through his brain like a tsunami. His face felt flushed, he knew he was sweating profusely and his mouth was desert dry.

Kurt was waiting for the jock's reaction and it didn't disappoint. Kurt threw his head back for a deep throaty laugh. Dave fumed; Kurt had obviously set him up, knowing how he would react. The smaller boy then watched Dave's acute embarrassment for several long seconds with smug undisguised amusement.

"You are soooo Gay!" Kurt crowed, "Now shall we get back to planning our pflag group?"