Disclaimer: I do not own Glee!
"Dave! Davie, over here!" Alex waved excitedly, bouncing up and down on the balls of his Converse clad feet. The shoes were a bright chartreuse green that most definitely did not go with his turquoise skinny jeans and neither the jeans nor the shoes went well with the over-sized varsity jacket that was oh so charmingly hanging off of one slender shoulder, revealing a pink t-shirt that any prepubescent girl would be proud of.
Even in the crowded Lima mall he stood out like a beacon, drawing the eye not just because of his colorful, mismatched sense of style but also because of his perky, in your face attitude. Despite all this he somehow still didn't manage to eclipse Kurt Hummel who stood beside him wearing a pair of equally tight blood red jeans, white button down, black sweater vest and knee-high black riding boots.
Flushing, Dave hunched his big shoulders, shoved his hands in the pockets of his fashionably baggy jeans and made his way to his boyfriend's side. "Told you not to call me that, Pookie," he said, cracking a smile.
Then he turned his attention to the newly returned Glee Diva. "Hummel."
"Karofsky."
Dave slung his arm across Alex's shoulders and reeled the petite ball of energy into his side for a quick P.D.A.
Kurt rolled his eyes and gagged. "You two are far more disgusting then me and Blaine could ever hope to manage. I mean seriously Karofsky, you don't do anything by halves do you?"
"Whatcha mean, Fancy?"
"Oh, Gaga! That is what I mean! You go from closeted gay bashing neanderthal bully to openly gay teen who willingly kisses his hyperactive boy-toy in public. No offense, Alex," Kurt added hastily when Dave glowered.
"None taken," Alex said with a laugh as he cuddled into Dave's side.
"People change, Kurt," Dave said, stressing the use of Hummel's first name. "I changed and whether you want to believe it or not it didn't happen over night.
Fancy, you were gone for quite a while. You missed all the trauma. Besides, I started changing, really changing after you cornered me in the locker room."
"I cornered you? Excuse me?" Kurt huffed and planted his hand on one cocked out hip, regarding Dave with something very close to a death-glare.
"I shoved you, you chased me down and cornered me." Dave shrugged and settled his weight against the window behind him. He pulled Alex front and center and casually wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist.
"Yes, and if I recall correctly you kissed me."
"Yup. I even tried to go in for a second. You pushed me away, I whimpered like a baby, hit a locker and left. Sound about right?"
Kurt opened his mouth and for once absolutely nothing came out.
Giggling, Alex reached out and tapped the other contratenor's chin. "You're gonna catch flies, hon."
"Am not." Kurt sighed and answered Alex's wide grin with one of his own. "So, I'm guessing, since he's not stumbling over his words, that Karofsky told you everything, huh?"
"Pretty much." Nodding, Alex folded his arms over Dave's and leaned back into the jock. His grin faded to a contented smile as the Right Guard tightened his hold and dropped his chin to the top of Alex's head.
"So you know what a douche he was?"
"Yup."
"And you're still dating him?"
"Yeah, quite happily, too. He's an amazing boyfriend. Sweet. Loyal. Protective. Kurt, haven't you ever done something really stupid because you were scared? Haven't you ever... I dunno, lashed out?"
"Not since, like, grade school." Kurt sighed and waved the whole topic away. "Okay, okay. I concede the point. For now."
"How magnanimous of you," Dave said, one brow arching.
"Big word, Karofsky. And what's with the Vulcan eyebrow thing? I always had you pegged as more of a Klingon."
"I'm surprised you even know the difference."
"Hey, I watched Star Trek. I mean, c'mon, Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto are hot and the fan fiction is to die for!"
"Omigod! You read fan fiction?" Alex bounced and Dave jerked his head back, smacking it into the window behind him, in an effort to keep his teeth intact.
"Who reads fan fiction?"
"I do. So, apparently, does Alex," Kurt said, turning to pull Blaine into a tight hug.
The Dalton student, looking dapper in his uniform, returned the hug before offering his hand to first Alex and then Dave.
"How are ya, Blaine," Dave asked, reaching around Alex to shake Prep-boy's hand.
"I'm good." Blaine offered up one of his bright smiles. "From what I hear so are you!"
"Uh..."
"No sexual innuendo intended," Blaine clarified, seeing the flush creeping up Karofsky's neck.
"Oh but he is!" Alex said, fighting back a giggle. "Good, I mean."
"Alex!" Growling, Dave clamped a hand across his boy's over-sharing mouth. "Anyway, someone wanna clue me in? What exactly is fan fiction?"
"Wait. You mean you two have... " Kurt trailed off helplessly and glanced at Blaine from whom he'd received little more then soul-stealing, mind blanking kisses.
"None of your business, Fancy."
"Dave's right, Kurt. It really isn't any of our business. Besides, do you really want to know how far they've gone?"
"No. Nope. So do not!" Kurt laughed and leaned into Blaine, fingers smoothing the Dalton boy's tie.
"Fan fiction," Dave prompted, peeling his hand away from Alex's mouth after a particularly wet tongue swipe. After scrubbing the damp appendage on his thigh, he settled back again, arms draped loosely around Alex's middle.
"Pretty self-explanatory, baby."
"Yeah, its fiction, written by fans of particular shows, movies and books," Blaine said, shrugging.
"Slash fiction is the best." Kurt blushed as he spoke and locked his eyes on the shiny toes of his boots.
"I'm partial to Drarry fics," Alex added, grinning brightly.
"Slash? Drarry?" Dave dropped his chin to Alex's shoulder, eyes flicking between Kurt and Blaine.
"Oh you poor, poor boy," Kurt crooned, flashing a positively wicked grin at Dave. "You have no idea what you're missing!"
"Apparently not."
"Walk with us and all shall be revealed," Blaine said with a waggle of his dark brows.