Ok well I've started this short story to get my juices flowing; I'm hoping it will make me continue my other stories I have half way done aha :}. I have at least 3 chapters of this one already done, but I don't really think it will be more than 5 or 6 chapters long anyway.

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Confidant:

David once again found himself sitting at the bar in Scandals, hunched over nursing a beer. Looking up Dave saw the handsome dark skinned bartender glide to stand in front of him; he raised his hand and waved the server on with a flick of his wrist.

Sighing Dave pulled the brim of his hat down and covered more of his face. Of course he felt more accepted in Scandals, but that didn't mean he was comfortable enough to run around spouting off his homosexuality. Sure, most of the people in the gay club were in fact gay, but he couldn't help but be cautious. He had been cautious for so long, he didn't know how to really relax.

"If it ain't my sweet little bear cub!" Looking over his shoulder he found a manly looking drag queen in a silver jump suit. Her brown hair styled perfectly, just like Tina Turner.

Dave gave a small smile then went back to staring at his beer. "Hey Tina." How did he know who she was supposed to be?

'When I was a little girl

I had a rag doll

Only doll I've ever owned…'

Oh yeah…. Damn his mom for listening to Tina Turner when she cleaned the house.

"Sweetie, what are you sittin' over here looking so down in the dumps for? Ready to take my offer and come home with me?" Her voice held a hint of seriousness, but it was overshadowed with humor.

Dave tapped his pointer finger against the neck of his beer bottle and turned his smirking face towards the sassy cross dresser. Dave couldn't believe he was finally in a place he could be accepted.

"Nah, not this time, maybe tomorrow."

Giving a small laugh "Tina" ran her hand over the teenager's hunched shoulder and then tapped the bill of his hat giving a click of her tongue. Dave watched her go shaking his head as she sashayed towards the dance floor.

Looking up to the bar tender he tapped his beer again and nodded, silently asking for another.

Eyeing the empty brown bottle sitting before him Dave's eyelids lowered and he began to zone out. His thoughts turned to how his life had changed since leaving McKinley High School. Though he wasn't out in his new school he could start anew, be who he wanted to be. He was able to make it on the Football team, and he didn't have to constantly look over his shoulder. He just wanted to finish High School and leave Lima, and to be honest, the whole fucking state of Ohio. He was sick of the backwards thinking and the fucking screwed up weather.

Fucking winter

Dave shivered and thought of the snow piles that awaited him when he left the safety of the somber bar. At the rate the snow was coming down when he arrived at the club he knew the snow had to be at least knee high.

Hearing the slow lulling tone of the music put Dave into a haze and he closed his eyes and began to hum along with the familiar song playing. Multiple songs started and ended, but David hardly cared; he was only half listening, he was deep in thought.

Opening his eyes he looked around the club. Dave realized he had been sitting at the bar far longer than he had intended to. The dance floor was nearly empty; the two patrons who remained were far too drunk to even call what they were doing dancing. They were just swaying together. Every now and then one of the dancers would sway a tad bit too far and the other would be forced to catch them, then they would both laugh obnoxiously loud, the way only slap silly drunks can.

Giving a heavy sigh Dave threw some bills on the counter and nodded his head to the tall dark skinned bar tender. He had become such a regular at the singular gay bar in Lima that he and the server had become good acquaintances.

"See ya later Steven." Receiving a silent nod David stalked towards the exit of the bar tightening his jacket closer to his body preparing for the blast of cold air he knew he would receive when he opened the door.

Heaving the door open he stepped forward through the doorway. Hearing a loud obnoxious laugh from behind him he glanced over his shoulder, but barely caught a flash of dark hair peppered with silver before the door closed and locked him out in the cold Ohio weather. Licking is lips Dave cursed when he saw a snowdrift that reached up to knees and the soft flakes of snow that fell from the sky, albeit with less fervor than when he had went into the building. Glaring at the giant snow bank he rolled his eyes.

"I guess no one shoveled yet."

Grunting he trudged forward his foot landing straight in the middle of the snow pile. Snow filed his boot, and his sock became instantly soaked. Jumping up Dave leaped over the snow drift and rushed towards a red rusty pickup truck.

A present from his parents when he got his license.

Sliding into the red automobile he rubbed his hands together then gripped the steering wheel. Reaching for the keys in his pocket he stuck them into the car's ignition. Eyeing the windshield he found it cover in snow, but luckily it didn't look like it had iced over. Feeling the seat beside him he gripped the small window scraper and then slid back out of the car and stared pushing the powdery snow off of his windows. When his hands started to numb, Dave sat the scraper on the hood of the truck he stuck his hands under his armpits to get some feeling back in them.

"I really should have brought some gloves." He couldn't help but scold himself for not listening to his mother when he left the house.

Grabbing the scraper he finished cleaning off the truck, threw the scrapper into the bed of the automobile and clambered out of the snow, he brushed his hands through his hair and then reached for the ignition. He needed heat like now! Turning the key his eyes widened when he heard a click instead of the normal revving of the engine. Turning the key back he attempted to start the car again, but only heard the small click.

"Shit!"

Leaning forward he rested his forehead against the steering wheel. Heaving a sigh he softly knocked his head against the steering wheel as if hoping it would magically get the car to start, but no such luck.

The silence of the car was broken by a shrill ring coming from his pocket. Scrambling to get the small device from his pocket he wacked his knee against the steering wheel. Cursing Dave looked at the display and grimaced.

Home

It wasn't like he could answer. His mom would ask him where he was, and what was he going to tell her? 'Oh mom, I'm just at a gay bar no need to worry.' Oh yeah that would sound great!

Hearing the familiar jingle of a missed call he flipped open the phone and stared at the picture of Kurt Hummel he had managed to snap during the born this way performance.

One of the few things he missed about going to McKinley was getting to see Kurt every day, but he knew Kurt was better off with him gone, it was better for them both.

Staring at the picture he got lost in the expression of the singer. His eyes stared at Dave like they were looking into his soul. Dave never felt more vulnerable than when he stared at this picture.

A knock came at his window making Dave jump, dropping his phone onto the floor. Looking up he found himself staring into the worried eyes of a man with wavy brown hair and dark green eyes.

Yay! Part 1! Yay!