Dave couldn't get that stupid song out of his head. That terrible Lady Gaga (he's ashamed that he even knew her name.) about loving yourself and accepting yourself. He couldn't stop humming it and even started singing it under his breath. Santana caught him and laughed for a good several minutes before she finally dropped it on the condition that he admit he was a total flamer for singing Gaga (in private, of course).
The truth is, he's had it stuck in his head since he heard Kurt sing it. Him and his little fag hag were walking down the hallways singing it like those lyrics wouldn't get him beat up. Still... it was catchy and has been plaguing Dave all day. Of course, he was sure Kurt could play an off-tune bagpipe folk song and it would get stuck in Dave's head.
He hated how Kurt did that to him. He affected him so much in so many little ways. One thing he wished Kurt would do one day, though, was sing to him. He liked to pretend Kurt sang Born This Way to him, although he knew it wasn't true.
He hated Dave. He hated Dave more than he seemed to hate anyone else. Dave could understand why, seeing as he harassed Kurt for most of his highschool career, but still Dave couldn't help but envy that pretty-boy. The holier-than-thou asshole who stole Kurt's heart and kept it in that cold grip of his. Sure, he was a wild-eyed dandy boy, but Dave hoped that Kurt would quickly realise that his dick-head boyfriend was nothing more than an empty diamond mine, just a horny homo who wanted someone beautiful and sexy as Kurt to sink his teeth into. Nothing more.
Dave could love Kurt. He watched the fashionista walk down the hallways when he was sure no one was looking. He stayed late after school just to lurk outside of the choir room during Glee club in case Kurt sang something. There wasn't a sound in this world better than the melodic beauty that was Kurt's voice.
No one, especially not Dave, could deny that.
Dave often daydreamed about Kurt. Not on purpose and not in a way that made him feel like a stalker, but his mind would create these magical scenarios. Kurt coming to him for support. Kurt curling against him as they slept. Kurt ever so carefully removing his Doc. Martins before going to straddle Dave's waist, leaning down to latch onto his neck and-
Well, the daydreams would always fizzle out into a faint idea at the back of his head. He'd wake up and nearly forgot all about it... unless they were particularly wonderful.
The ones where they kissed, those got Dave the most. The ones where Kurt would yank Dave down by the collar and possess his lips with the ferocity one would see during a cat-fight or performance. The same passion that Dave kept for Kurt. And then the sweet kisses he imagined. The ones where Kurt would reach up, gently tracing Dave's jaw before getting onto his tip-toes to place the most chaste kiss on the jock's lips before parting and going in for something deeper.
Oh, how Dave wanted to walk up to Kurt in the middle of the hallway and grab him by his collar (gently and delicately) and kiss him without hesitation. Of course, that was never going to happen.
Dave really would love Kurt much better than that gel-haired, ass-faced, stupid pretty boy that Kurt adored so much. The jock had no idea what one found in a person like that. A hallow shell of a dream boyfriend. Dave could be a dream boyfriend, when given the chance. He could love Kurt so fully and completely and unconditionally...
If only he would give Dave a second glance.