Hey, thanks for the response two reviews even so sounds like I'm continuing on! Hope you like chapter two


Dave kept his head down as he hurried down the halls. I just have to make it through another class. Then football practice. Or I could skip it all and leave now. Fuck I can't believe that happened. Shit what was I thinking? Screw it I'm going home, who knows how long it will take to get out. He rounded the corner and collided with Coach Beiste

"You'll be doing another lap for not watching where you were going Karofsky" Seems he managed to catch her in a bad mood.
"Uh can't make it today coach. Not uh feeling well."
Beiste looked him in the face, her extra height gave her an intimidating advantage and her face showed an expression of frustration.

The shit's really hitting the fan today it seems, and not just for me. Just my luck to get Beiste in a bad mood, what happened to her today?

"If you're not well enough to practice you're not playing this week, and I'll reconsider your position on the team. Can't have uncommitted players when the rest of the team is putting in everything they've got." She'd hit a sore nerve with Dave but she didn't stop. "Even if you're sick to do the whole practice I expect to see you there for the whole thing, if you're gonna throw up bring a bucket. I expect to see you there Karofsky" She looked at him menacingly and then strode off down the hall.

I have no choice. Football is the only thing I have. And who knows how for how much longer.
Maybe I should chuck it before the guys find out and make me into mincemeat.
Surely it won't be around the whole school in one hour class time. Plus if anyone says anything I'll tell them they're full of shit and ask them whether they need my fist to straighten out their thoughts. Yeah. Fuck it I'll stay for practice.
So English class came and went as he kept him head down and said nothing except for admitting a few grunts when someone asked if he was sleeping,

Dave couldn't bring himself to walk into the locker rooms to get changed for practice. He skirted into a bathroom and changed in the stalls instead which wasn't overly easy as he wasn't the smallest guy in the school but luckily no one entered the bathrooms while he was there.

"Right due to your un-eager appearance you can all start off with a lap of the pitch and fifty push ups and head to the weights room." Beiste paused and the team moaned "What are you moaning about? Bad day?" She asked her voice getting louder and angrier. "No one's had a worse day that me, on top of everything I have to figure out a way of getting you miserable lot into shaped and winning games. Well what are you still doing here? Run before I double it all! And Karofsky don't forget your extra lap and you can do and extra ten push ups."

Dave set off with the rest of the team, at the back of the running mass of red. Why the fuck did I do it? Did I think he was gonna fall into my arms and beg me to never let him go? I fucken kissed him.
Kissed him!
I kissed Kurt Hummel. What on earth was I thinking?
He stumbled, not lifting his foot high enough. "Come on Karofsky don't be a pansy" called one of his teammates. Anger pulsed through his body. He jogged up to the front of the pack.
"What'd you call me?" he said threateningly.
"Nothing Karofsky, I was just telling you to keep up with us. Plus you've got to do an extra lap"
"You better have, 'cause if you ever call me what you actually said again, you might need my fist to straighten out your thoughts."
"I didn't mean it man, sorry that Beiste's given you extra, why'd she do it?"
"Not that it's any of your business but I ran into her in the hall and she was in a shit mood and she doesn't seemed to have got any better so don't try her today, it's not worth it." And with that Dave ran off with his feelings churning within him. He didn't want to think. He wanted his head empty. He quickened his pace again. He punished his body as much as he could, trying to get the image of Kurt's horrified face out of his head.

When Beiste dismissed them at the end of practice he called Dave over. "Karofsky! Good practice today, I could see you pushed yourself pretty hard. It was great that's what I want to see from all of you, for every practice. You made a good example. Well done. That's all, you can go shower now"
Dave turned to the stands to collect his gear, flicking his eyes towards the locker rooms. He couldn't do it. Not today. He picked up his things and headed for the path home outside the grounds.
Turning left onto the path he saw a familiar figure with sandy blonde curls ahead of him.

Shit. Do I stand a chance with him? What's to say he won't push me away when he finds out how I treat gays? Do I like him? Do I even like Kurt or was it just to see what it was like and I expected him to return feelings of curiosity if nothing else.
I'll bury it at school, no one will ever know, I'll deny anything anyone says. Why will they believe Hummel anyway?
But why shouldn't I explore it out of school, where no one knows. Jeremiah did seem to show a liking of what he saw and was interested right? And he didn't seem to mind the fact that I wasn't openly gay, sure he encouraged me to accept it but he didn't tell me that I should tell the world. He didn't pressure me about any of it. So I'll just see where it goes. Maybe the feelings will just pass anyway.
Time to give it a shot. Right?

He looked around to see if the empty street was indeed empty and jogged forward to Jeremiah's figure and made sure he was within earshot
"Nice ass," Jeremiah turned his head to look at him. "But I prefer yesterday's jeans" he said, smirking.


Sorry about lack of Jeremiah but I felt that this was where the chapter was going.

In case you were wondering this was based on the Never Been Kissed ep hence why Beiste is in a bad mood, and thought it would be interesting to explore Dave's thoughts from it.