A/N: As I'm sure many of you pirates have seen, there is fanart (and a fanfic or two, I'm sure) out there by people like michelangelo12 and pixolith that features scenario-swapped/personality-swapped Dave and Kurt, in which Kurt is a closeted jock-bully and Dave is an openly gay fashionista. And, well, this just amuses me so incredibly much that I decided to write a small collection of drabbles based off of this adorable switcharoo.

Part 1.

01. Aggressor.

The first time it happens, Dave Karofsky almost can't believe it's happening. He knows this kid; he's been in Dave's grade since Dave can remember, and the guy has always been small and pale and has always had a higher-pitched voice, but he's also always been in soccer and karate and throughout high school, football (namely kicker, probably because of those karate lessons), so he's tough for his size.

So what really surprises Dave is not this smaller guy having the capability to ram him into the lockers, but rather, what surprises him is why Kurt Hummel took so long to pick on him; Dave is the openly gay student, has been since freshman year, and yet it's junior year now, and all Dave can wonder is why Kurt is even bothering.

Still, Kurt is an aggressor; he father doesn't approve, Dave is sure of that much. Burt Hummel is a lot like his own father, Paul: generous-hearted, understanding, compassionate, but firm and protective.

And, unfortunately, that leads the four of them to a meeting in the principal's office one afternoon, all because Dave accidentally let it slip at dinner the night before that he had been bullied lately, but nothing too major, just a few shoulder checks into lockers and one or two remarks including a homophobic slur or two.

He isn't mad, though. So as he sits in the office, Dave sinks a little further down into his chair, because he feels like this is being blown out of proportion.

"I didn't mean any major offense, okay? I'll stop if that's what you want me to do," Kurt huffs, barely fazed. He leans back in his chair, legs spread while Dave's are crossed at the knee, Dave's hands folded gently in his lap whereas Kurt's are folded tightly over his chest, his letterman jacket hanging over the arm of his end of the couch. The pattern on his Led Zeppelin t-shirt is distracting, and Dave keeps glancing away. Kurt hasn't met his eyes yet, either, however.

"Yes, please. That would be precisely what we want," Paul says calmly, and beside Kurt, Burt looks highly disapproving.

"How did this start, anyway? What made you want to start picking on David, Kurt?" Burt asks, his tone hard-edged and prying, trying to get to the bottom of this. "It's not because he's gay is it? Haven't I raised you better?"

Dave idly runs a hand through his gelled hair and watches as Kurt shows the first sign of discomfort, adjusting his seating, dropping his folded arms, and glancing away, his messy bangs falling over his forehead as he turns his head. "N-not that. Look, can we be done here? I'll leave him alone, I swear. Please, just don't kick me off the team or something."

"We won't, but one more offense and you will find yourself suspended for at least a week," Figgins relays sternly. He nods once to each of the fathers, and then they are dismissed. Having consumed their entire lunch period, Dave and Kurt walk awkwardly down the hallways avoiding their parents' glances as they both head off to their next class, which happens to be the same study hall.

Alone, Dave murmurs, "You know, I don't blame you in the slightest; it's easy to pick on someone like me when I'm Out and in Glee Club. But did you have to lie about it? You could have just said that you did it because it was easy."

"It's not like that, okay? Can you just shut up about it, Fancy? I don't need you breathing down my neck about this after you ratted me out."

Dave nods and adjusts the strap on his messenger bag while Kurt replaces his letterman jacket on his shoulders. "Unintentionally, I assure you. Why are you so defensive, Hummel? Why can't you take this like a man? Clearly, you lucked out today, getting away with aggression without consequence beyond a warning. So what does it even matter?"

"Look, you just… don't understand. And I can't expect you to. So get off my back and don't bother talking to be in class, all right?"

And Kurt speeds up his pace, ducking into the crowd as the bell rings and students file out of their classrooms to head to their next class. Dave is left cocking his head, wondering what mysteries lurk inside the scrawny jock's mind.