AN: HELLO EVERYBODY! Well, here we go again – a new story idea! And no, I'm not abandoning my other stories. THIS one has been in my head for a few months and I had to let it escape! LOL!
So your in for a treat with this one! LOL! Dave's in college and he comes across a boy that he NEVER thought he'd be interested in! So, of course there's drama and angst and humor and more drama and more angst and…..well, U get the picture!
And with a cast of Glee characters by his side, we see Dave come into his own and you can meet my OC, Carter. I think you'll like him! LOL!
Here is everyone that will be featured in this story. In no particular order.-
Dave Karofsky
Carter (My OC)
Gia (My OC)
Kurt Hummel
Rachel Berry
Finn Hudson
Brittany Pierce
Quinn Fabray
Blaine Anderson
Santana Lopez
More maybe added later.
So ENJOY! And please leave kind reviews.
HAVE A NICE DAY!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEx3
Chapter 1
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"-can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"
Dave's eyes popped open. Panting and wiping off sweat beads from his forehead, he pulled the covers off his hot body and swung his legs to the floor. After he caught his breath, he looked over at his clock – 6:52AM. Early. Early as usual. After he collected himself, he stood up and began walking towards the bathroom.
"Why does that nightmare always stop there?" he muttered.
After he left the bathroom, he forgot to wash his hands. Swearing under his breath, he returned and began washing them. As he was doing this, he looked at himself in the mirror.
Little had changed in his physical appearance since passing his GED two years prior. He still had those same hazel eyes and round face. He needed a shave and possibly a shower but he didn't want to bother with it.
"I'll just go into work like this." Dave said to his reflection. "I don't look THAT bad."
He chuckled. After that, he ate a hasty breakfast, thinking he could always sneak something at the diner. And when that was done, he glanced at the clock – 7:20AM. After a five-minute walk, he'd arrive for his first day at his new job.
The Violation Diner was located at the corner of 15th Avenue and High Street – the heart of Ohio State University's Campus District. And as Dave left his dorm room (locking the door, of course), Dave took a deep breath before he began his trek. He looked up into a cloudless sky and the sun could've easily blinded him had he been traveling east. But he wasn't.
The walk was over before he knew it. Tiny, little butterflies of anxiety crept into his belly as it does to everyone on the first day of a new job. There were tons of things to adjust to and people to get along with. How he ever convinced the guy who interviewed him for that job that he was qualified to be a waiter and a short-order cook baffled him. But it worked. Dave was an employee at Violation Diner.
Dave opened the door of the diner and was greeted with everything he expected – sounds of silverware clanging on plates, employees doing this and that, a 'thank you' from the redheaded girl running the cash register. Typical sounds and smells would be his typical day of his typical job in any typical city.
Pretty typical actually.
Dave walked over to the cashier girl and quickly glanced at her nametag.
"Hi Gia. I'm Dave."
She didn't look up, still filing paper bills in their specific trays. "Hi. CanIhelpyou?"
"Ummm, I'm Dave." No response. "The new guy."
Finally, Gia looked up. "Hi Dave." She resumed her work.
"Ummmm, so Gia, should I-?"
"Wait!"
Dave stopped talking. He could see she was mouthing numbers as she counted her drawer. Suddenly, she slammed her hands on the table.
"Dammit! I lost count!" After a quick glare at The New Guy, she began counting again.
"Oh!" Dave began. "I'm sorr-"
"Shhhhh."
Dave stood motionless, terrified to make a sound. Of course, the diner didn't bother to give her silence. Customers ate and laughed and raised their empty glasses, wanting more orange juice or whatever. As he looked around, he could see a fellow student from his calculus class. He nodded and waved. After that, Dave spotted other co-workers busing tables and waiting on customers. And just as he was about turn his attention back to Gia, he noticed another co-worker emerging from the kitchen.
This one caught his eye. He was progressive from top to bottom – earrings, noserings, and an array of jewelry all over his thin body. This boy's blond hair almost reached his shoulders and he was just so darn skinny. He was nearly as skinny as Kur-
Dave shook his head and returned his attention to Gia who was STILL counting bills. He forced himself to be patient but couldn't help notice that he had been standing there for nearly a minute.
"I can't," Gia suddenly began, startling Dave a little, "really count my friggin' drawer with you standing there."
"Oh. Sorry." Dave took a step back and whirled around. A family enjoying a nice breakfast together caught his eye. The mother and father were trying to explain to their two daughters the fine art of scrambled eggs. He could tell the girls weren't getting it, but that didn't deter the parents at all. A little appreciative smile crossed Dave's face as he watched the scene unfold before him. A dash of envy crossed his heart.
IT MUST BE NICE TO HAVE CHILDREN, Dave thought. He didn't tell anyone, but the idea of NOT having a family, in the traditional sense, hurt him. Dave had long ago accepted his sexuality, but the portion of the American Dream that included a wife and children never really left him. Instead, Dave accepted that IF children were to ever come into his life, it wouldn't be like a Hallmark card. HE would define it.
He slowly turned in place and noticed that blond boy again. The boy looked bored as he bused tables here and there. But this time, he was closer to Dave and the boy's blue eyes sparkled in the early morning sunshine. And as he finished clearing a table, he looked up and they made eye contact.
Peace. There was an infinite feeling of serenity that emanated from this boy's eyes and Dave was entranced.
"Carter!"
The voice came from the kitchen. Immediately, the boy yanked his eyes away from Dave and he made a beeline towards the kitchen. Dave watched the boy named Carter walk past him. And as he did so, Carter passed Gia.
"You're off by two cents." Carter teasingly said to Gia.
"Shut up." Gia said with a smile as Carter did the same.
"Ready, Dave?" Gia asked. Carter, whose hand was pressed on the kitchen door, stopped when she said his name. A second later, he vanished into the kitchen.
And David Karofsky began his foray into the world of food customer service.
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"You screwed up again, Dave!"
"I'm sorry. I'm trying."
"I know you are, DAVE. But listen – you gotta get this right!"
"I know, I know."
"Just…just LISTEN, OK?"
"OK."
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A half hour passed.
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"Dammit Dave! You did it AGAIN!"
"I did?"
"Yeah! Look!"
Pause. "Oh, yeah."
"'Oh, yeah.'"
"I'm really sorry."
"Look. Just get it right THIS time. OK?"
"OK. I will."
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Two hours passed.
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"This is the last friggin' time or you're out the door!"
"I don't understand how this happened! I really am trying!"
Sigh. "OK. Here's how you do it…"
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A half hour passed.
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"Dave, I think I have to let you go."
"No! Please! I'll try harder. I really will."
"Look, Dave. Some people aren't meant-"
"He didn't do it."
This came from someone else. Both Dave and his supervisor looked over to see Carter standing nearby. Dave looked at him wondrously while his supervisor was immediately suspicious.
"Carter, you were in the kitchen at the time-"
"He didn't do it." Carter repeated.
"Oh? So, how do you explain why alllllllll the waitresses are behind with their orders when DAVE's orders were-"
"Because I got them out of order."
Dave watched and possibly swooned at hearing Carter's beautiful tenor voice, a sound that was so foreign to this environment. He saw that Carter was defending him – and didn't know why. But the supervisor was NOT pleased.
"YOU got them out of order."
"Yes, that's correct."
"You couldn't have."
"I did."
"There's no way."
"I did."
"Look, Carter. Whatever you're trying to pull-"
"Look. I'll show you." Carter turned and briskly walked towards the table where paper orders were transferred to and from the kitchen. He grabbed the small stack that was there and came immediately back.
"See?" Carter said, showing the supervisor the pile. "THESE were placed on the table." The supervisor looked at them and then right back up to Carter. "You see, when we get the orders in the kitchen, we SEE when and WHO brings them to us." The supervisor's head snapped up. "And I could SEE when these were ordered. And," Carter glanced at Dave and then WINKED, "I could tell that you put Dave's orders…out of order."
"I did not!"
"Well, who else would?"
The supervisor said nothing.
"So," Carter casually continued, "YES I placed the orders correctly…after you mixed them up."
"I DID NOT!"
"Well, who else would?" Carter repeated.
The supervisor huffed and didn't say a word.
"Now," Carter began, taking a step towards them and lowering his voice, "you wouldn't be trying to give Dave a hard time on his first day because HE will graduate and you didn't-"
"Shut your mouth, Carter!"
The blond half-smiled and looked at Dave. "Looks like you got your job back." And with that, Carter left. He placed the orders back on the table and retreated into the kitchen.
And in awe, Dave watched him go. He was a little stunned and looked back at the supervisor, who was not happy at all.
"I'm…I'm on to you, Dave!"
And with THAT, the supervisor left, slamming his apron on the table and banging the kitchen door open. And as the door slowly closed, Dave could see the bullying supervisor retreat to his office. Dave just stood there, surprise formed on his face. That's when Carter reappeared and slowly walked towards him.
"That…supervisor," Carter began, coming to a stop in front of Dave, "likes to test people on their first day. But in YOUR case," he lowered his voice, "he hates it when you're a good student. And I figured out that you are…right?" Dave open-mouthed nodded. "Thought so."
If there was one thing about Dave Karofsky that Carter was quickly figuring out, it was that not very many people in Dave's life do right by him. And Carter simply stared at him, waiting for the big boy to say something. When all Dave could do was continue that shocked, open-mouthed stare, Carter took action.
"You're welcome."
Dave shook his head. "I just…I mean…" He relaxed his facial features. "You didn't have to do that."
A little surprised, Carter said, "You sure do have a funny way of thanking people for being nice to you and making sure you get a fair shake." Then, he ornily smiled. "You know – for saving your ass."
Dave's eyes widened. "Oh no! I was getting to that. And I AM grateful. Thank you. Thank you very much."
"No problem." Carter said with a golden smile. "I just don't like it when the boss plays head games."
"You're telling me!" Dave said with a laugh that was soon matched by Carter. The shared laugh was just what Dave needed, given his frustration over the last few hours. And he realized that Carter's laugh was awe-inspiring – his laugh sounded like he was singing. Soon, their laughs died down.
"I like you." Carter abruptly said. "So, it's no problem." Again, Carter smiled.
"You…you don't even KNOW me!"
"Oh I know! I just... I don't know. You seem awesome. And we NEED an awesome guy like you here. You'll help make days bearable here. Soooo," Again, Carter ornily smiled, "I saved your job. And you're right – we don't know each other." Then, Carter stood erect and stuck his hand out. "Lets change that! I'm Carter!"
Dave shook his hand and was just about to say his name when Carter suddenly interrupted.
"Lemme guess… Hmmmmmm….."
Dave smiled, hands still connected.
"Ummmmmmmm…. I KNOW it rhymes with save….." Dave laughed out loud. "Ummmmm…..I don't know. What's your name?"
Dave's laughter became giggles. He firmly gave one more handshake before pulling his hand out.
"I don't know, Carter. You tell me!"
"Wait. You're in college and you don't even know your first name?!"
Silly, boyish, and extreme laughter exploded out of their mouths! Others around them looked at them as if they were from another planet. But the boys didn't care. Who would?
"You've got a great sense of humor, Carter."
"That's right I do! And I'm glad to finally meet you, Stephanie!"
The boys could hardly stand up anymore! They were holding on to their bellies as they laughed and every single person was watching them. And again, they just didn't care.
"SO…my last name…I mean, STEPHANIE's last name is Karofsky. Yours?"
"Kar-…?
"Kar…off…skee."
"Karofsky. That's a mouthful. Russian?"
"Yup. My ancestors are from Russia. And what's your last name, Carter?"
"Dave Karofsky... You're nosy, Dave! I knew I liked you! You're going to fit in just fine here!"
And with that, Carter started walking back towards the kitchen.
"Hey!" Dave called out. "What's your last name?"
And just as Carter pushed the kitchen door open, he turned back towards Dave, winked, and went inside.
Dave just chuckled. "The little brat."
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After that, work was a breeze. Dave had no trouble at all picking up all the nuances of his job. He got so good that he no longer needed a trainer when taking orders. Customers marveled at his skill to retain their orders, even with specifics – 'light salt', 'sour cream on the side', 'only fresh guacamole, young man'. Whatever the situation, he handled it. And well. So well in fact that his supervisor was even impressed.
So was Carter. Unbeknownst to Dave, Carter was stunned at Dave's ability to pick up the job so quickly. He was convinced he'd done the right thing, protecting Dave's job. And he was right.
Dave thought so too. Every time he went to pick up his orders, Carter served the meals, regardless if he was the cook or not. And every time, fresh smiles and even nervous glances were exchanged. In fact, Dave was having a good time. No customers complained and his tip pocket was extremely full.
All too soon though, Dave's shift was coming to an end. He had a brief conversation with his supervisor, who reluctantly told Dave he did a good job. Dave thanked a busboy for his help and thanked Gia with much more gusto. She was surprised and flattered. Dave surmised she misread his eagerness and kindness.
Finally, he thanked Carter. Unfortunately, Carter was busy and couldn't give him the attention he deserved. So, once again, Carter took charge.
"Get your phone out, Dave." Carter said, his hands filled with five plates of freshly prepared food.
With a confused look on his face, Dave did as he was told.
"Take down this-" he looked up Gia, who just arrived at the serving table.
"This guy's meatloaf is cold, he said."
"No, it's not."
"I'm just telling you what he said, doofus!" She dropped the plate the table and left.
"Dammit, Gia! Get back here! Two of these plates are for you!"
Gia didn't come back.
"Dammit." Carter muttered, slumping a little. Dave hated what he was seeing and HE decided to take action.
"Here." Dave said, extending his arms. "Gia's got table twelve? I'll take them."
"Dave, you're off your shift."
"So? Gimme the plates."
"Dave, you don't really have-"
"Dammit, Carter!" The cook was stunned at the sudden outburst. Dave shook his head. "Just gimme Gia's plates." And then, Dave lowered his voice. "I've got ya'."
Eyes connected for just a brief moment until protocol took over. Almost without thinking, Carter extended his left arm. Dave took the plates and quickly left the kitchen. After a few seconds, Dave returned, only to see that Carter hadn't moved. But Dave also noticed something else – Carter was wiping away a smile.
The bell rang. Another plate was done. And Carter still had two more orders on his arm. Frustrated, Carter took a step towards Dave.
"6-1-4."
"What?"
"Get your cell phone out!"
"Oh, OK." Dave pulled his cell phone out and opened it up. "6-1-4…?"
"5-5-5"
"5…5…5"
"4-1"
"4…1…"
"9-8"
"9…8."
"That's my number."
"Well, I kinda figured."
"Smart ass."
Dave looked up at the ornery smile on the blond boy's face and smiled. If they had more time, they might've appreciated the moment longer. But, duty called.
"Now, go home." Carter began. "And don't think about this place until tomorrow morning."
"You got it."
They looked at each other for a moment longer until the feeling in the kitchen could only be described as 'kind of awkward.' Dave cleared his throat, nodded to Carter, and left Violation Diner.
During the short walk home, Dave was proud. He'd done well on his first day on the job, despite the supervisor's attempt at being a bully. Darkly humorous thoughts filled his mind – HE could do a better job at being a bully than that stupid supervisor ever could. Regardless, Dave smiled.
He approached his dorm room door was just about to put the key in the lock when his cell phone buzzed. Dave pulled out the cell phone and read the text –
U gonna quit now? Lol!
Dave smiled and didn't respond. He didn't have to. His actions at the diner spoke for themselves. Smile intact, he opened the door and prepared for his afternoon classes. However, something did surprise him – he discovered he couldn't wait to go back to work the next day.
Dave's smile widened.
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AN: SO... Should I continue? Do you all like this? Have a great day!- ILOVES MESOMEGLEEX3
