Last Dance

When Dave ran from the auditorium, Sam followed him. This poor guy had worked so hard to help Kurt make it smoothly back to McKinley, and here was all of his work just thrown in his face.

Well, there was more to it than that. Sam could see it in his eyes sometimes when he walked Kurt down the halls. Those were the times he wondered if he'd need their protection, too, were he to come out.

David was hunched up against a locker, bawling. He stopped himself as Sam came closer, shoulders heaving with each breath, but Sam still knew. It probably infuriated Dave that he knew because that's just how Dave was. Sam still had to try.

"You come to see the freak show?" Dave spat.

"I'm sorry."

He shot Sam a look of dismissal."Why? I doubt you voted for Hummel."

"I'm sorry because I know how much it hurts."

"I couldn't even dance with the dude! That's all he wanted, right? Just a stupid dance." He wiped his eyes.

"But it would make people think you're gay." Dave's brown eyes stared up at him. "That was the problem, wasn't it? You don't want people to think you're gay."

"I bet you would've danced with him anyways."

"Yeah, but I like guys."

Dave nearly jumped up. "What? You're -"

"I'm bisexual. I've just been tight-lipped about it because it's nobody else's business. Being out and proud doesn't make you a better person than the closeted guy."

"It does with Kurt." Sam frowned. "Look at how strong he is, just going up there and taking that fucking crown... and I ran away."

Sam didn't say anything; he just let Dave realize what he'd said.

"I-I didn't mean -"

"I don't care if you like boys or not."

"It's just a stupid dance, right?"

"I'll dance with you, if you want." He held out his hand. "No one has to know if you don't want them to. It's your business."

Dave took his hand. "How do I...?"

"We lock our fingers like this..." Dave wasn't looking into Sam's eyes; he seemed determined to win a staring match with Sam's bola tie. "You put your hand at my waist, and I rest my hand on your shoulder."

"I don't really know any slow dances."

"That's okay; we can just sway. I only know how to lead, anyways."

Dave still refused to look at Sam's face, but Sam could feel Dave's arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Dave pulled him closer.

"So you like girls, too?"

"Yeah."

"Lucky."

"Not really. I still get all the name-calling, and on top of that the gay guys don't trust me."

"I trust you." There were his eyes.

"I guess you'd be the first. I keep getting told that I'm lying or just confused."

"You don't seem confused to me."

So Sam kissed him. It was so soft and light, but Dave's skin felt electric against his. David stepped away suddenly.

"I should probably get back."

"You don't have to come out, Dave; you just have to be comfortable with yourself."

Dave nodded, still wide-eyed, and walked back to the auditorium.