So, here are three one-shots from Dave's point of view, written after episodes 2x06, 2x07 and 2x08. It's really horrible when new events take place so fast that there's constantly the need to add new things. Therefore I gave up on that and just kept these things as separate stories that may or may not follow one another. You can read them as independent stories or as a series. However you read them, if you have time, review, please.

Why Kurtofsky? Because Klaine is boring (I like Darren Criss and I think Kurt and Blaine have good flirty friendship chemistry, but nothing more). And because Dave is the kind of gay character whose story needs to be told. Not all gays are like Kurt and Blaine, many of them are like Dave, and if Glee decides to go the route where only the certain type of gay characters can get a happy ending, it'll be sad and it'll give a completely wrong kind of message to the Dave-like gay kids watching the show. And I don't want Kurtofsky right now, because Dave is not ready for a relationship. I want Dave to redeem himself and become the kind of guy who is ready for a relationship with Kurt. Okay, rant over.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did, Blaine would be a lot derpier, Kurt wouldn't be forced to sit in that darned gilded cage, and Dave would certainly get the redemption he so deserves.

First story for episode 2x06, Never Been Kissed. This story is set after the locker room incident, but before the confrontation at the stairs.

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Because Kurt Hummel

Dave Karofsky stormed out the main doors, ignoring the fact that he still had two classes to go to. Fuck the classes. Fuck everything in the school. How the hell could he ever go back there, especially that locker room, after what had happened? No, not happened. What he'd done. He. What the fuck was it that he'd actually done? And why?

The 'why' was easy to answer. Because Kurt Hummel, Kurt fucking Hummel, had followed him. Had confronted him. He hadn't expected that. Things like that just didn't happen. You slammed a geek into a locker and they stayed there, thanking God that it was nothing worse. That's how it went. Geeks didn't run after you, come confront you all alone, shout at you. Geeks didn't get so close to you, stare at you, afraid but still not backing down, daring you to hit. Telling you hitting them wouldn't change them. Wouldn't change you. Geeks didn't tell you that you were a scared little boy.

But Hummel had. He'd stormed into the locker room, looking so angry and not scared. A part of Dave had thought that Hummel must've had a fucking death wish. No skinny gay kid in his right mind would rush after a guy much bigger and stronger than him and start shouting. Hummel had proven to be the exception to the fucking rule.

Dave had tried to brush him off, making a few comments about Hummel's gayness. Those kinds of comments came so easily – when you were a jock, you learnt most of this stuff in the locker room fast enough – and he'd expected Hummel to back down. But Hummel hadn't. The whole thing had boiled down to that; Hummel acting completely un-Hummel-like and in turn making Dave act very un-Dave-like.

He'd wanted to punch Hummel. Hummel, who'd stepped closer, shouting about Dave not being able to punch the gay out of him. Dave had felt like he could cry right then, because if what Hummel was saying was true, if you couldn't get rid of the gayness, then what hope there was for him. He'd wanted to punch Hummel, had warned him he would do it, but there seemed to be nothing that could make Hummel stop talking.

And then Hummel had called him extraordinarily ordinary and Dave had snapped, because above anything he wanted to be ordinary, just like the rest of the guys, going on dates with the Cheerios and actually enjoying it, instead of dreaming about guys and waking up with sticky sheets, instead of dreaming of Hummel and waking up disappointed because it had been just a dream. He'd known that he had to shut Hummel up, stop him from saying things that made Dave painfully aware of what he was, something not ordinary, not normal, not right. But a small part of him had also thought that maybe Hummel would understand. And so those two thoughts, rushing into his mind as Hummel's words streamed into his ears, had taken control of his muscles and he'd kissed Kurt Hummel.

His hands had caressed Kurt's face, his lips had tasted the other boy's soft lips and, even if he'd tried to stop it, he'd whimpered a little as he'd pulled away, because it had been so good and so right. And Kurt had been staring at him with a horrified look on his face, but that really hadn't registered in Dave's mind, since he'd finally kissed Kurt and everything would be fine and Kurt would understand and he leaned in for a second kiss and…

He wouldn't have believed that there was so much strength in Hummel, but the shove had actually hurt, and then he'd looked at Hummel's face, looked at it properly, and noticed the horrified expression. Hummel had never looked like that before. Even when Hummel had been slushied in the face, thrown into dumpsters or pushed against lockers, he'd only looked annoyed, shocked or maybe just a little bit scared. But never horrified, not like this, like Dave had just attacked him.

Hummel didn't understand. Dave had felt the tears well into his eyes and he'd slammed the locker, the pain in his hands forcing the tears back. He'd rushed out, stormed through the corridors and now he was outside, standing in the parking lot, and he didn't even remember walking there from the main doors. That really didn't fucking matter, did it? He'd kissed Kurt Hummel and by afternoon Hummel would've told the whole school and then… Then everything would be over for Dave.

Because he'd kissed Kurt Hummel. Because Kurt Hummel hadn't backed down. Because Kurt Hummel had told him gayness couldn't be beaten out. Because Kurt Hummel had stood there all angry and beautiful. Because Kurt Hummel…