Oh God. I'm actually going to do this, aren't I? Yup, I am. No going back now.

Dave's mind is practically buzzing with words. Words to encourage him, words to stop him from committing social suicide in the next five seconds, so many words jumbled together. But a few words stick out in his mind. Like Kurt forgiving him. He didn't deserve forgiveness, and yet he has it. He remembers that day outside of Kurt's French class, when he broke down and wept like a baby. And his eyes, Kurt's eyes, they were full of tears and looked almost caring. Dave uses this image now, to show himself that if Kurt freaking Hummel can look at a guy who's tortured him to the point of switching schools and see that there's something worth saving, then he can have the courage to come out.

He sees Kurt leaning against his locker, chatting with Mercedes and Tina. The hall is crowded, and Dave feels a lump in his throat, but he swallows hard and squares his shoulders. He walks forward, knowing that Azimio is watching him from farther down the hall. This is how he planned it. Alright. Moment of truth.

"Hello, David," Kurt says kindly, offering a small smile as Dave approaches. But the smile slowly slides off when he realizes that Dave isn't stopping. He's coming straight at Kurt, and before Kurt can even register what's happening, Dave has him in his arms, his hands sliding across Kurt's back to rest at his hips.

Dave feels Kurt's body tense, and he pleads softly, "Please don't be mad for what I am about to do. Just…please go with it." He feels Kurt slowly nod, and then he's got Kurt's beautiful porcelain face between his hands, and he's looking Kurt in the eyes and leaning forward. Kurt's breath hitches when Dave's lips brush gently against his. In fact, every single person in that hallway gasps a little. Azimio's jaw hits the floor.

Dave is shaking all over from just restraining himself. Because he doesn't want a repeat of the last time he kissed Kurt. He wants this time to be sweet. But that becomes impossible when he feels something against his lips, and Holy crap is that Kurt's tongue? He lets out a pathetic noise, kind of like a borderline whimper, and Kurt moans into his mouth, so low that only they can hear it. Suddenly Dave's hands have a mind of their own, sliding down Kurt's neck, over his shoulders, down his sides to grip his hips. He gently pulls Kurt flush against his body, and when he knows that Kurt isn't resisting, he lifts Kurt into the air.

Mercedes and Tina are spellbound by this little display, but Tina lets out a squeak when Kurt is in the air and suddenly wrapping his long legs around Dave's waist. This is the closest that some of these kids will ever come to seeing gay porn, and nobody seems to mind. Even some of the guys are watching with curiosity, heads tilted to the side like cocker spaniels.

When Dave finally pulls away, their mouths making a smacking sound as they separate, Kurt's eyes are glazed and his lips are swollen. He is immediately aware that his feet are no longer touching the ground, and he feels the burn of embarrassment color his cheeks. He wriggles against Dave, wanting to be let down, but it creates a new problem altogether. Dave suppresses a moan when Kurt's groin presses hard against his own, and before he can close his eyes and think of Coach Sylvester in a thong, his erection is past the point of concealment.

"Kurt," He warns, his voice a low growl. "Stop…moving…like…that."

Kurt looks confused, but then he glances down, and his eyes open wide as saucers. He hastily unwraps himself from Dave's embrace, but he doesn't completely move away. Dave's cock is so hard it's ridiculous, and Kurt doesn't want the whole world knowing it. So he grabs for Dave's hand, mutters "Excuse us" to the hallway full of students, and yanks Dave into the nearest empty classroom.