So I've decided; Karofsky you are definitely going to make me fail finals this year.
Spoilers up to Prom Queen.
Hidden under the bleachers, Dave took the crown off of his head as he tried to catch his breath. He'd been so close. He could have been dancing with him right now and instead he had chickened out. He was trying so hard to be better, but it was all too much.
God knows, he wanted Kurt to be okay with him.
Dave still couldn't believe that he broke down in front of the other boy that day. He hadn't thought that would ever happen. Why couldn't he ever control his feelings around Kurt? But he needed Kurt to know he was sorry. Fuck. He had to let Kurt know that he never meant to go as far as he did. And when Kurt said he knew, Dave had felt as if this huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Kurt didn't hate him. Kurt didn't want him to torture himself. Kurt wanted him to be happy.
That's when he vowed to himself that one day, he would come out and be brave enough to face the world as himself.
But tonight wasn't meant to be that night. He was having a good time. His fake relationship with Santana wasn't that bad. In fact, it was actually fun. Dancing with her, messing around. People were starting to like him. Everything was going great. He'd even won prom king.
He just wasn't counting on Kurt winning Queen.
Who would do that to him? Did people at this school really hate Kurt that much just because he was gay? Or was it because he was wearing that kilt? Because as soon as Dave saw him that night, his heart skipped a beat. To Dave, he was the most gorgeous man in the room that night. But he had just shoved his thoughts to the back of his mind and danced harder, because what right did he have to tell Kurt that he looked amazing? He wasn't his boyfriend. He wasn't ever going to be his boyfriend. Because Kurt had a seemingly perfect boyfriend already. Someone who was proud to be at Kurt's side and dance with him. And even if Dave could tell him, his brain wouldn't allow the words to come out of his mouth.
Dave bet that Kurt's boyfriend told him he was gorgeous every fucking day.
He bet that Eyebrows cherished every moment he had with Kurt, just like he did when he was escorting the other boy to classes.
Dave hoped that Kurt understood that he wasn't ready. Fuck, he had tried. When Figgins had said it was time for the King and Queen dance, he hadn't bailed. He had walked to the dance floor with Kurt. He had every intention of dancing with Kurt. He had wanted to dance with Kurt so much that it physically hurt. But when Kurt told him that this would be a good time to tell everyone the truth, reality smacked him in the face.
They were at Junior Prom with a bunch of kids that had voted Kurt Prom Queen, just because he was gay. How was he meant to come out to them after what they had done to the only other gay kid in the school?
And it damn near broke his heart when Kurt was looking at him so expectantly. So hopefully. As if he thought that maybe Dave would do it. Maybe Dave would prove that he wasn't just a chubby coward. But he was a coward. And everyone was looking. Because it was as if everyone was holding their breath waiting for his next move. And if his next move was to dance with Kurt, then that would have been it. He would be out. Because who dances with the only gay guy in the school and doesn't expect to be called a homo?
So he told Kurt he couldn't, even though all he'd ever wanted to do was hold the smaller boy in his arms. And he hoped to god that Kurt wouldn't hate him for it. That Kurt wouldn't hate him for leaving him stranded, alone on the dance floor.
Dave wiped a stray tear as his phone beeped indicating a message. It was from Santana. "It's over. I'll keep your secret as long as you keep mine."
Dave sighed. He really was alone now.
He didn't even have a fake girlfriend anymore.
Laughing bitterly to himself, he realised that this was rock bottom. He couldn't live like this any more. He didn't want it to hurt all the time. But most of all he wanted Kurt to be proud of him.
Putting his game face on, he dialled a familiar number into his phone and waited for it to connect.
"Hello, Karofsky residence," Paul Karofsky said on the other end of the line.
"Hey dad," Dave said, swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat.
"How's prom? Is everything okay? Are you still driving Santana home tonight?" There was concerned etched in his father's voice. After all, which sane kid called their house on prom night before the night had even ended?
Dave's heart was pounding and his phone started slipping from his sweaty grip. "Dad, are you still going to be up in about an hour?"
"Do you want me to be?" Paul asked, concern for his son growing. Dave was acting strange.
"Yeah. Please. I need to tell you something," Dave said as confidently as he could. He couldn't back down now. He was going to do this.
Dave thought that all the worst possible things were probably going through Paul's mind. "What have you done now, David?"
Dave shook his head even though his father couldn't see him. "No dad. It's nothing like that. I just want to tell you something."
"Okay," said Paul, still sounding doubtful.
"See you in a bit, Dad," said Dave as the call came to an end. "And dad…"
"Yes, Son?"
"I love you," Dave said genuinely. Even if his dad hated him after tonight. He just needed him to know that.
There was a long pause, as if Paul couldn't quite believe that his teenage son had told him he loved him. "I love you too, David," he said before disconnecting the call.
Dave wiped the last of his tears.
He was going to be okay.
Okay, the last episode made me like so emotional that I just had to write something.
ANYTHING!
So this is Dave after he leaves…
I just want to give the boy a hug so badly!
PLEASE REVIEW! IT WOULD MEAN SO MUCH!
DDF
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