Dave's heart sank as he watched.
"Blaine," Kurt breathed. He watched as Kurt fell into this Blaine guy's arms, watched as they gazed lovingly into each others eyes. But something seemed to break inside of him as he watched Kurt lean in and kiss Blaine on the lips, and Dave couldn't take it anymore. Uncharacteristic tears forming in his eyes, Dave turned and ran from the scene.
He didn't know why it hurt so much. Why hatred boiled in his stomach when he thought of Blaine, kissing Kurt. Why his heart hammered in his chest when Kurt smiled at him. At least, he thought, Kurt actually smiled at him these days. Dave had stopped the 'Bullywhips' after Kurt expressed his embarrassment about having to be shipped around everywhere, claiming that he
"Finally knows how Artie feels". But still Dave walked with Kurt to lessons, because Kurt was supportive. Kurt, who Dave had bullied for over two years, listened to him talk, and help him get to grips with something he'd been denying all his life. His sexuality. As he thought about the way he'd treated Kurt, the tears spilled from his eyes. He'd hurt him, Physically and Verbally, yet Kurt was there for Dave. Because they were struggling together.
"David!" Santana's voice interrupted his thoughts as it echoed around the empty classroom.
"What do you want Santana?" He retorted, wiping away the tears quickly with his sleeve, before Santana could see them.
"Now Dave, here's what's going to happen-" She started, but Dave cut her off, suddenly angry at her.
"Or what?"
"We've been through this. I'll tell everyone that you're gay!"
"Not if I tell them you're a lesbian first!" Dave smirked, sure he'd won. Santana just rolled her eyes.
"And who are they gonna think's gay, dumb ass? Me; who's had sex with pretty much every guy in the school, or you; who's never had a girlfriend before?" defeated, Dave sighed.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Brittany!" The blonde ex-cheerleader pushed open the door to the classroom, holding a camera.
"Kiss me." Santana ordered Dave.
"W-what?" Dave stammered in shock. They'd been supposedly 'dating' for ages, but they'd never actually kissed.
"Just do it, David. Come over here." Still in shock, Dave shuffled over to where Santana was standing, and pecked her, nervously on the cheek. It felt weird, unnatural.
"Oh for god's sake," Santana cried, and pulled Dave, by his hair into a full, on the lips kiss. Dave squirmed and tried to pull away, but Santana held him there, murmuring
"Behave!" against his lips. Dave obeyed, and let her kiss him as camera flashes went off from all angles as Brittany circled them with her camera. Dave felt awkward, wrong. He stood there awkwardly, not moving his lips at all until Santana stepped back.
"Okay, this really isn't working. You can't just stand there! Do something with your hands, make it look like you love me!"
"But I don't!" Dave pointed out in a flat voice.
"Come on." She ordered, and crushed her lips into his. And suddenly, Dave knew what to do.
He imagined she was someone else, someone he really liked. And Dave's mind was racing as he brought his hands to Santana's hips. He saw him, pretended it was him he was kissing, and before he knew it, he was enjoying it. He felt fire in his veins at the image, an image he'd never allowed to enter his brain before that point.
"Kurt…" he sighed.
Santana sprung away from him like he had the plague.
"Wait, WHAT did you just say?" Dave's felt his face turning tomato red.
"No way. No. Freaking. Way." Dave looked sheepishly at the floor.
"You like Kurt?" She asked, like he was crazy. Dave couldn't answer. Instead, he ran, ran out of the classroom, ran out of the school, ran away from the truth. Because he did like Kurt. He liked him too much.