Chapter Two. Enjoy! :D

Pride and Prejudice

First Grade

Dave decided Kurt was the weirdest boy he's ever met.

He didn't even know how he got here in the first place. All he could remember was what started off as another scolding session from Kurt about how odd socks is a very serious crime against fashion, somehow turned into a game of duck, duck, goose.

Oh, that's right. Kurt grabbed him be the collar and literally dragged him here after having tried five times to explain to him about why wearing odd socks ruins your whole outfit. Guess he realised it was a lost cause.

Dave crossed his arms and huffed.

"Duck, duck, duck, duck," Brittany started as she ran around her circle of friends, gently tapping their heads as she passed. Rachel, Mike, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes, Santana and Artie all waited eagerly to see who Brittany picked.

"Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck….."

Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"Brittany, you know how to play this game right?" Rachel inquired.

"Duck, duck, duck, duck…"

"Brittany! Say goose!" shouted Mercedes.

Brittany stopped in her tracks and stared at Mercedes blankly.

After giving Brit a long moment to try and figure this predicament out, Mercedes rolled her eyes again and grasped Brittany's arm. She placed the blonde girls hand over her, and tapped herself on the head with it. She then gave Brittany a look that said: "Get it now?"

"Say goose," ordered Mercedes.

Another pause.

"….. Ohhh!" Exclaimed Brittany, as the realisation dawned on her. The other kids laughed, with the exception of Dave, who raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Goose!" she announced.

Both she and Mercedes began running around the circle, giggling madly, until Mercedes tagged her and Brittany sat down.

"Duck, duck, duck, duck…" Mercedes started, going round the circle, until she tapped Kurt on the head, slightly messing up his hair.

"Goose!"

Kurtie hurriedly attempted to fix it while he got up. He chased Mercedes until he tagged her.

"Gotcha!" he exclaimed.

Dave watched Kurt as he rounded the circle, waiting to see who he'd choose.

His breath hitched when he felt something gently tap him on the head.

"Goose!" Kurt squeaked.

Dave smiled and got up to catch Kurt. The boys both laughed. Dave decided to give Kurt the old 'change-the-direction-you're-running-so-that-they-run-towards-you' trick. Kurt squealed and ran the other way. The children all laughed as they watched the two go at it for a good five minutes.

Kurt was beginning to get tired.

Dave noticed and picked up speed.

"Umph!"

Dave tackled Kurt to the ground.

The children gasped. Realising he may have been a little rough, Dave scrambled off the boy who let out a bit of a cough, thanks to the air escaping his lungs so suddenly.

"S-sorry," Dave said sincerely, holding out his hand to help Kurt to his feet.

"That's okay. I'm fine," smiled Kurt.

Dave was once again astounded by this kid's toughness. Kurtie was the smallest boy in his year level, and his voice sounded like a girl, even at his age. He liked fashion and Barbie's and princesses and musicals, and yet… he was so much braver than Dave. Tough. Confident. Strong….

Dave didn't know what it was about Kurt, whether he loved him or hated him, idolised him or wanted to punch his face in.

"Davie!" shouted Kurt.

"Hm?"

"It's your turn to pick the goose," explained Artie.

"Oh."

Dave couldn't decide who to choose since he didn't even know most of these people. Truth be told, he didn't even know why he was still here. He still felt awkward around these kids. He ended up tapping the head of a tan girl with browny-black hair, which was tied in piggy tails. Santana.

"Goose," he said.

She caught him surprisingly quickly, but dragged him away from the group of children. She stopped under a green tarp with a long wooden bench lining one side of the undercover area, probably used for handball.

"Today is your lucky day, tubby," she announced.

Dave looked around nervously for a place to run and hide.

She grabbed Dave's shirt tightly so that he was looking straight at her.

"You are my new boyfwiend."

Okay, now he really wanted to bail. Dave looked at her with fear and confusion.

"You picked me. That means you wanna be my boyfwiend."

"I, um…. What?"

"You're coming with me," she said confidently as she began dragging him again. Dave was getting really sick of being dragged everywhere.

This chapter was born out of my inability to sleep tonight. :D

At this point of the story, (which I plan on continuing into well into their teenage years) is kinda based off my life in primary school. You know, that weird awkward kid with no friends and just kept themselves amused while all the other children had their buddies to play with. Yeah. Me. xD

I refuse to believe that Dave Karofsky is a heartless monster. I think he's just a shy, insecure kid who feels like life is throwing a huge party and his invitation got lost in the mail. :)