I don't even know what to call this friendship; Dachel? Rave? Found this file on my computer and well-here it is. Not sure if I will leave as is or add more to it. Onward.
His hands shook violently and the only thing that would stop the involuntary movement was a pull from the bottle of Jack Daniels he had clutched onto so tightly. He, Dave Karofsky, was sharing a bottle of the dark liquid with one Rachel Berry. She was sloshed and slurring, but her advances were pretty easy to thwart off. She nestled against his broad shoulder, and while he wanted to shove her off of the couch his father had taught him to be a gentleman regardless. He gently nudged Rachel away from his shoulder and sighed when she only moved closer.
"You should go home," Dave said through heavy eye lids. "You're too drunk."
"I can't go home!" Rachel said; she hiccuped loudly and the two burst into a fit of giggles. "I'm pretty, right?"
Dave sighed. She had kept asking that same question over and over again. What the hell had Finn done to her head?
She had showed up on Dave's doorstep with a bottle of Jack and a broken heart in the other. She'd been ditched for Quinn again, and though Dave was sure Quinn and Sam had been together again the jock wasn't entirely shocked. The Glee Club seemed to exchange boyfriends and girlfriends from one week to the next.
"I cant go home, and I can't get a hold of Kurt."
Dave stared at her in disbelief. Where did she get a bottle of liquor in Lima, Ohio without having to produce her obviously fake ID? No one would ever believe Rachel Berry to be a sixty year old Asian man. He pushed back his door and let Rachel through. He was thankful his parents had left for the week. "What are you doing here?" They weren't friends; they were barely even acquaintances.
"I told you I can't get a hold of Kurt. He's probably somewhere with Blaine." The fact stung Dave, but he kept his usually stony face for appearances. Rachel flopped down onto Dave's couch dramatically.
"That doesn't explain why you're here," Dave grumbled and sat across from her. "Don't you have a whole club full of geeks to turn to?"
"Considering most of them can only stand me for my impeccable vocal talents-no."
"You hate me."
"Hate is such a strong word, Dave. Besides you claim that you're 'changed' so here I am," Rachel twisted the cap of the bottle and Dave heard the familiar crack of the seal pop. She unscrewed the cap and tossed it onto the coffee table. This wasn't going to end well, was it, Dave thought as Rachel pressed the bottle to her lips and gulped her first drink down.
"I'm gay," Dave blurted out an hour later suddenly. His eyes widened upon realization what he had just proclaimed out loud. He hadn't mean to do that.
He didn't have to explain because Rachel drunkenly burst out laughing, "Funny, Dave, but you could have just let me down easy. You don't have to claim that you're gay."
"No, Rachel-"
"I've been told I'm actually a good kisser. It's obviously not something I do better than singing, but, well-" Rachel leaned into Dave and pressed her lips to his.
When Dave didn't return the kiss Rachel pulled away and breathed out a soft and all too knowing, "Oh."
And that's how his senior year started.
And how Rachel Berry found out Dave Karofsky's secret.