Disclaimer: I own nothing of Glee.
A/N: This will be a ...five-shot(?) story. I went to a random word generator and got 5 words and constructed this idea. So yeah... Hope you enjoy.
Dissipate
He was mad at him, he knew it. Dave sighed. 'How could he not be mad at me? Even I'm mad at me.'
Sitting in the back of the class, Dave grumbled irritably to himself as the teacher rambled on about pig hearts or plants or something. He wasn't too bothered about it, he'd get notes from someone later... or just fail this section. He didn't care enough at the moment, he only cared about how to fix things.
The bell rang and he hurriedly grabbed his stuff, hoping to run into the one person who least wanted to see him at the moment. He hoped he was wrong. Dodging several students, Dave rounded a corner and instantly saw him. He felt himself smile involuntarily but didn't try to hide it.
"Karofsky."
He cringed. It wasn't the fact that he used his last name but rather the tone he spoke it in: harsh yet almost dismissive.
"Sam, I-" he began to apologize.
"I've got class," he was interrupted by the same tone.
He blinked at the blonde whose green eyes were cold and shielded, Dave was not used to this. A second later, the boy was gone. His feet wouldn't move. It was either that or his brain was too preoccupied to give them the order to move.
'Damn,' he cursed himself. 'Damn! Damn! Damn! Shit! ...I really fucking messed up! Shit!'
His fist collided with a nearby locker causing a few students to jump and scurry away. He paid them no attention as he started to move to his next class.
The tone he had pretty much expected. What he hadn't expected were his eyes. He had never seen them so... dead. Whenever those green eyes had fallen on him he reveled in their warmth, and when he gazed into them he saw-he felt life. They had been doing fine, great even, he was sure of it. They had been there for each other, grew closer. Sam understood his fears and never pushed him to come out; neither of them really minded keeping their relationship to themselves, they were happy with it just being them. They fit perfectly. Now...
Dave growled as he yanked open the door to his class and walked in, face clearly displaying that no one was to so much as look at him. He dropped into his chair and rested his head in his hands.
Everything seemed to be slipping away. The few broken pieces of 'them' were falling and scattering about into dark corners. He needed to find them and put them back in place; he couldn't handle not having Sam in his life...
'Think, Dumbass, how do you fix this?'
Dave's head shot up when an idea occurred to him, so simple and obvious that he mentally kicked himself for just thinking of it. He would be able to properly apologize this way. It would fix everything! He hoped.
The rest of the class period went by slowly as he restlessly alternated tapping his foot and fingers. He wanted-needed to start right away and he knew he could get things started before his next class.
A/N: This is real short but I didn't really think much else should go in the chapter so *shrugs*
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