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So this chapter has A LOT of your favorite Latina, Ms. Santana Lopez. She and Dave have some catching up to do.

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Chapter 2

"-are nothing but a scared-!"

"Do not push me, Hummel!"

"-you so scared of?"

"Then get out of my face!"

"-dig on chubby boys, dig on chubby boys, dig on chubby boys, dig on-!"

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!

Dave slammed his hand on his alarm. He was never so grateful that his alarm went off. In a weird way, he was glad that his nightmares, IF he was going to have them, happened just before he woke up. His precious alarm clock ended the madness. Dreamily, he sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

Then, David Karofsky began his day – shower, shit, shave. Breakfast, teeth brushing, keys. 'Bye!', 'Later, Douche!', 'See ya', asshole!' And that was it. Dave's ordinary afternoon was about to begin in his ordinary way. Every ordinary day.

At this hour, campus was still waking up. Administrative and Department offices were opening, students here and there were walking to their classes, sipping coffee and looking depressed, and the sun was peeking behind tall buildings.

The Oval Mall, the center of the country's largest land grant university, needed a mow. But that didn't stop some students from lounging there, reading books, composing texts, and kissing their partners. Dave had his left hand in his khaki's pocket and his other cradled his calculus book.

Soon, he reached University Hall – a massive, historic structure that was one of the first buildings when the university was established. He walked up the steps and entered the building. Instantly, air conditioned air hit him and made him shiver. Even though it was an Indian summer, the cool air wasn't needed – yet. But getting a head start on heat is always a good idea. Plus, it was always prudent to be wasteful.

Dave dipped his head and smiled a little at his stupid joke. His class was on the first floor and he was almost the first student to arrive. Dave found his seat, settled his textbook and notebook on the desk, and quite suddenly, his cell phone vibrated.

Curiously, he opened it up and read the text –

Guess who, loser?

With furrowed eyebrows, Dave thought for a moment. Whoever it was, they knew his cell number and seemed to know him. Not that he was a 'loser' or anything, but that insult is often meant as a greeting. The English language can be so confusing. Dave quickly typed the response –

dont know and dont care…loser

He put his cell phone away, hoping against hope that no more texts would arrive. It didn't last long. He got a reply.

Look 4 me when ur done with class

NOW, Dave was a little creeped out. He tried his best to ignore it as more and more students arrived for class. And just when he considered a response, the professor walked in.

Class began.

And as the professor began explaining the importance of cosigns and partials, Dave completely forgot about the texts.

.

Backpack over his shoulder, Dave opened the door, leaving University Hall.

"About friggin' time!"

Dave looked down and immediately smiled. "Santana! You bitch!"

He ran down the steps and the two clasped each other tightly. They held on to each other for a long, long while, both with goofy smiles on their faces. Her feet were even lifted off the sidewalk momentarily. Then, after he put her back down, Dave put his hand on the back of her hair.

"God, I missed-"

"Hey! Not the hair!"

Dave laughed out loud and let go, taking a step back. "Still hot as hell, Santana!"

"Don't I know it!"

More laughter. More white teeth. More SHEER happiness from the two.

"What are you doing here, San?"

"What? I can't go to school here too?"

Dave's eyes widened. "You enrolled?!"

"Yuuuup!"

He laughed out loud! "Oh, that's so cool, San!"

"Yeah, well, I couldn't let Britt come here without me."

Dave's eyes widened even more, if it were possible. "Britt's here too?!"

She melodramatically rubbed her pinky in her ear. "Yes, Your Loudness."

"Oh my God! That's so fucking cool!"

"Yeah, well, I could've TOLD you that had you given me your new cell phone number BEFORE you left Lima."

Dave quickly looked apologetic. "Oh, well, that… You see, my dad got a new cell phone plan. And when he-"

"Lame."

"-got it, I couldn't remember everybody's number. So I asked-"

"Laaaame."

"-Kurt and Rachel to forward my new number to-"

"Laaaaaaaame!"

"-everyone and do you always have to interrupt?"

"I do when you're being…" she took a deep breath and was just about to scream that very same 'L' word when Dave covered her mouth!

Fresh volleys of laughter had the two silly college students doubled over!

"You!" Dave started, trying to catch his breath. "You are such a bitch!"

"Well, like I told you our junior year, the only straight I am is a-"

Dave chorused with her, "Straight up bitch!"

More smiles and laughter. They were just so darn happy to see each other!

"Well, do you have any classes today?"

"Later." Santana pulled her schedule from her pants pocket. "I've got chemistry at 4 o'clock."

Dave glanced at his cell phone. "Well, it's 1:30 right now. Coffee?"

"Yeeeeeesss!"

"Cool! Let's go!"

Arm-in-arm, the two gay college students left University Hall and walked across the Oval.

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Bernies was probably going to survive a nuclear blast. The basement bar and restaurant, a long-time hip place for local bands and progressive students, was practically an institution in and of itself. Long considered comfortable and a dive, Bernies was the perfect spot for the two to have a conversation – dark, dirty, dilapidated, decrepit…and darn right appropriate.

They sat down at the bar. Santana started to order a Coke when Dave interrupted with 'two Cokes, please'.

"I don't need the chivalry act, Karofsky."

"Well, too bad Lopez."

Dave smiled and Santana nodded. Around them, many patrons were sitting alone, either studying or rapidly typing on their cell phones. Bernies was ideal for just chilling out, eating overpriced sandwiches and hearing chairs squeak on the concrete floor. The place appealed to Dave the first time he went there and it was growing on Santana. Of course, she was probably reading his mind too.

"Don't go out much, do ya'?"

"Ummm, I don't know. I guess."

"If your answer HAD to include 'I guess', you don't go out much."

"So what if I don't?"

She turned towards him. "Dave! We're in COLLEGE. Partying is a way of life."

Dave let his voice dip a little. "Not for me."

"Oh noooooo."

"What?"

"Please, oh please, oh pleeeease don't go into The Karofsky Funk."

"Ohhhh, shut up, Saaaan!"

Their Cokes swiftly arrived. She took a sip of hers but Dave dipped the straw up and down in his.

"I'm just sayin'," the Latina began, "that you need to live a little!"

"I'm livin'."

"You're surviving. Big difference."

"Is it so wrong that many times, I spend my Saturday nights studying?"

"YES!"

Dave pulled the straw out with his thumb over the end. He then let go and the Coke in the straw flowed back into his glass. He repeated this. And repeated it. And repeated it again.

With annoyed sigh, Santana yanked the straw out of his hand.

"Hey!"

"Listen, Karofsky. YOU need to get out more."

"Why?"

Santana's head rolled around and stopped, glaring at him. "Are…are we seriously having this discussion?"

"What discussion?"

"Oh Dios Mios." Santana situated herself in her seat, just a hair closer to him. "Do you seriously expect me…AND YOU…to believe that the only boy you've ever kissed is Kurt Hummel?"

Dave let his head drop. "I told you I never wanted to talk about that again."

"And I wouldn't have brought it up if it wasn't a Code Red Emergency."

"San! There's no…! OK, look. I'm fine. I'm studyi-"

"No, you're not."

Dave chuckled in disbelief. "I'm not?"

"No, you're not."

He chuckled again. "OK, this oughta be good. And why am I-?"

"Because of this." She looked at him with a sudden, fiery intensity that shook him to the core. She leaned closer and Dave prepared himself to hear something incredible…

"Don't you get tired of masturbating?"

Dave turned away as Santana half-smiled. "Saaaaaan!"

"Dave, we're only young once."

"You're acting like I'm TRYING to be a hermit!"

"Aren't you?"

"No!"

"And you don't mind being alone on Friday nights?"

"No!"

"And Saturday nights?"

"No!"

"And Sun-?"

"NO!"

"And lying to me?"

"No-!"

Her trick worked. Dave didn't like that one bit.

"That wasn't funny, San."

"God, you're easy Dave."

"Look," Dave began, a heavy sigh just around the corner. "San, I'm focused on making my scholarship…worth it." Santana's friendship with Dave taught her one very important fact – whenever Dave talked about worthiness, she knew it always led to the same place.

"Your dad will ALWAYS be proud of you, Dave."

"Well, remember," Dave took a sip of his Coke. "You weren't there…for everything I put him through."

"I didn't make it easy for my parents either."

"Really?"

"Yes, really! And you KNOW a lot of what I put my parents through."

"How are they? I mean, are they-?"

"Don't change the subject, Karofsky."

"Dammit." He muttered. They half-smiled at each other before he continued. "When I was bullyi…" Dave unnecessarily cleared his throat. "When I got in trouble at McKinley…suspended a couple of times, kicked off the football team once and reinstated…" He twirled his straw and she quickly mimicked the action. "And then…e-expelled, you and I weren't friends then."

Santana said nothing.

"The expulsion was the last straw, so to speak, for him." He shook his head very slowly. "You didn't see the look of disappointment on his face." She watched the way his cheeks twitched when he talked about things like this, but otherwise, gave him the peace to continue. So, he did. "Instead of yelling, throwing the newspaper or anything light around the room, he just got quiet. Reeeal quiet."

"I didn't know any of this." Santana quietly said.

"That's because I've never told ANYONE."

Suddenly aware of the importance of this revelation, she turned in her chair to face him, awarding him all of her attention. She nodded, an urge for him to go on.

"So, like I said, he just got real quiet. He didn't even discipline me. He just…went around the house almost as if I wasn't there."

"The Silent Treatment, huh?" she asked.

"No. Not really. Not EXACTLY. It was more like…like…" Dave finally let out that long sigh. "I don't know."

Around them, a few patrons left, waving goodbye to other students. The jukebox rock music blared, cigarette smoke hung in the air, and two former McKinley students got closer to each other.

Suddenly, Dave darkly chuckled.

"It might've been a good thing I was outed."

"How in the world-?"

"That was when my dad started talking to me again."

"Ohhhh."

"His 'Dad' button must've been pressed because he actually TALKED to me."

"He did?"

"Yeah." He looked down. "He basically protected me…from my mom."

"Your mom?!" She thoughtfully looked away and then, with recognition, her jaw dropped and she looked back at him. "You mean…?"

"Yeah. The 'You're Gonna Burn in Hell' mother."

"Oh my God…"

"Yeah…"

As if on cue, they took a big gulp of courage from their glasses. And as Dave expected, it was the braver one of the two (from his point-of-view) that spoke up.

"Are you alright?" Santana asked with such foreign sincerity that Dave became nervous.

"I am…now."

A long, tense moment passed. Both were lost in incredibly painful memories. Dave had his head bowed and Santana looked straight ahead, watching Dave in the bar's mirror. Suddenly, both of her hands slapped on the bar!

"That's it." Santana announced.

"What's it?"

"THAT's the biggest reason."

"Reason for what?"

"YOU and I are going out this weekend."

"Santana, I have to study-"

"No, you don't."

"Santana! I have a HUGE-"

"I'll bet you do, but I don't really wanna know."

"Saaaan!"

"Listen to me, Karofsky. YOU and I are going out this weekend. You NEED to get out and live! You can impress your dad in ANY number of ways! Hell, you may already be impressing him just by surviving his wife!"

"That's," Dave warningly said, "my mother you're talking about."

"Exactly! Dave! You survived high school. You survived being outed." She began numbering on her fingers, extending the first two and started speaking again extending the third. "You probably have loans and grants to pay for school, even though your parents could probably afford your tuition! You probably have GREAT grades! You're good looking! You're SURVIVING ON YOUR OWN!" She paused, wide-eyed and slightly out of breath. "DO YOU REALLY NEED ME TO GO ON?!"

Dave said nothing.

"Dave," Santana began, much calmer and almost maternal, "he IS proud of you. He IS."

Dave kept his head down and boyishly asked, "How can you be sure?"

"Because…" she touched his arm. "I am."

His head snapped up only to be greeted by the very first time he saw her incredibly sweet face.

"S-Saaaaan! Thank-!"

"Oh, shut up, Karofsky."

Dave chuckled and wiped his right eye. "Oh, alright."

"And I'll TAKE that 'oh, alright' as a sign that you're going out with me this weekend. And you KNOW I won't take no for an answer."

Dave didn't say anything. Instead, with gratitude in his eyes, he just stared at her, watching as she took her hand off his arm.

"So, who else will go with us?" Dave asked.

Santana hid her girlish excitement. "I don't know. Everyone I know is either out of town or with their girlfriends. Or boyfriends. Know anyone at work who likes to party?"

Dave momentarily closed his eyes, bracing for THIS part of the discussion.

"Maybe one. At work."

"Do tell, do tell." She sipped her Coke.

"His name is Carter."

"Cliché."

"Saaaan!"

"What's he-?" She paused and then her eyes widened. Dave audibly groaned. "Ooooooh, is he on our team?"

"San."

"Is he cute?"

"Saaaan."

"Does he have an oh so dreamy smile?"

"Saaaaaaan!"

"Does he have a cute butt?"

"SAN!"

"Dave, just answer the questions and I'll stop."

"No, you won't."

"OK. You got me there." She sipped her Coke and Dave took a deep breath. "But is he?"

"Is he what?"

"Dios mios, for a smart guy you sure can be dumb."

"Ah Christ, Lopez! What do you want?"

She realized she was pushing past his patience limits. So, she eased up. "Is he nice?"

He paused, thoughtfully. "Yeah. He's pretty cool. He helped me not get fired today."

"Today?!"

"Um, yeah. Why?"

"So, he's helped you out before?"

"No. Today was my first day." He pounded on his chest. "You are looking at the newest waiter at Violation Diner at 15th and High Street."

"Violation Diner! What a name!"

"Yeah…"

"Soooooo….?"

"Soooo…what?"

"Is he gay?"

Dave looked away for a moment and without looking at her said, "I don't know. But he's pretty cool." She watched him as he thought. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Dave added, "But I've only just met him! I can't just go up to him and say, 'hey buddy – wanna go out to the Out-R-Inn with my pals'?"

"Yes you can!" Santana greedily said. "Yes you can! And do it just like that. I'll bet he'll be impressed."

"Or freaked."

"That could work too."

Pause. "M-maybe."

Santana was onto his possible interest in going to a bar with Carter and decided a different tactic.

"So, what's that place you said?"

"Out-R-Inn."

"What's it like?"

"Typical campus bar. Kinda cool."

Santana sipped her Coke. After she swallowed, she held the straw in her teeth, chewing on it like a girl. Music continued to play on the jukebox and it seemed like a few people left Bernies. She released the straw and didn't notice that Dave had a little smile on his face.

"So, that's what we do."

"What?"

"You, me, and Carter. Out-R-Inn. THIS Saturday night."

"Well, that's if he's free-" Dave stopped and shook his head. "San, I just met the guy!"

"Oh, shut it, Karofsky! I've decided that's what we're going to do and that's final."

Dave said nothing.

"What about Club 20?" She asked.

"What's that?"

"Dave, it's a campus gay bar."

"Never heard of it."

Her eyes automatically widened. "Never. Heard. Of. IT?!"

"Believe it or not," Dave shifted a little in his seat, "I don't know every single place in this town-"

"But it's a place WE can go."

"We can go to the Out-R-"

"Daaaaave!"

She rarely said his name in this way. This was more…friendly. Santana-style. And when she did this, she was being a normal, caring friend. Again, Santana-style.

"Lemme guess," Dave began, his index finger grazing his chin, "you wanna go there the following weekend."

She nodded.

"And then we go there the following weekend?"

She vigorously nodded.

"Geez, San. Anymore nodding and that hair of yours is gonna fall out."

"Well," She leaned closer to him. "We're gonna go out with this new boy toy of yours-" He started to interrupt her, but she just got louder. "And THEN, we'll go to Club 20."

Dave said nothing, astonishing her. The music shifted to another thumping, hard rock song and her thoughts, oddly enough, drifted away. Dave, ever intoned to her quirks, noticed.

SOMETHING'S BOTHERING HER, Dave thought. AND I'M NOT ENOUGH OF A DISTRACTION ANYMORE.

Dave heavily sighed. He reached for another straw across the bar and placed it in his drink. Then he turned towards her and faced her directly – he'd had enough.

"Alright Santana. What's going on?"

Her whole demeanor changed. She never would admit it, but in that tiny soft spot of her allegedly cold, black heart, Dave Karofsky was firmly nestled there.

"I'm…"

"Out with it, San."

"Shut up! I am!"

Dave went silent. And when she realized she was in control of THIS part of the conversation, she opened up – a little.

"I'm…scared."

"Scared? You?"

"Yes, Karofsky! I'm…!" she cleared her throat. "scared."

"Of what?" Dave asked softly.

"E-everyone."

Dave blinked. Twice. "Ummm, you're like the baddest-"

"I know that!" She reached for her own straw and twirled it in the air like a baton. "I'm… You're on a scholarship, right?"

"Right."

"For sports?"

"Well, partially. I'm also on scholarship for my-"

"Good grades."

"Yes."

"Congratulations." She didn't say this very enthusiastically.

"Santana?" It was just a one-word question. And it was simple. TOO simple. And years ago when Dave realized that he was only one of the two people in her life that Santana could emotionally get close to, he realized that he and Brittany Pierce were very lucky.

She didn't respond very quickly. In fact, she didn't respond at all. So, Dave did what all teddy bear-like friends should do – he scooted closer and offered his body for support, if needed. But she didn't do that. Her body DID gravitate towards his, but that's as far as it got.

"I just don't know-!"

Suddenly, the song changed to a much louder one. Angrily, she turned towards the bartender.

"Hey! Hey barkeep!"

The bartender, who was reading a graphic novel, waited until he finished his page before slowly looking up at her.

"Can you turn this piece of shit music down?"

Never taking his eyes off her, he reached behind him and turned the dial down from 10 to 9. Not much of a difference but she got what she wanted.

"Thanks. And IF we order another round, don't put too much spit in them!"

He chuckled and returned to his novel.

Meanwhile, Dave just stared at her, his grin completely intact.

"What? At least it's not the Muzak version of MUSKRAT LOVE."

Dave laughed out loud for an instant before returning his attention to her. And when the ambiance and timing was right, Santana needed reminding that he would listen to her.

"Santana? Go ahead."

"Oh…yeah."

And STILL, Santana didn't speak. Dave didn't press either. Instead, he looked around the bar and his eyes widened almost instantly. He hadn't realized that nearly everybody had left! Besides them, there was the graphic novel-reading bartender and a graphic novel-reading nerd in the corner. That's it. It was a bit unnerving to be so isolated in a public place – especially when it felt so sudden. Of course it wasn't but it felt that way to Dave. The music droned on and on with it's almost mindless rock beats and Santana abruptly looked sullen.

He completely focused on her, noticing how even in the darkened light of the dingy bar, her hair shined like onyx. Dave surmised that she took vigilant care of it and had it recently cut. He almost wished he were straight just so he could stroke it and get turned on. But why wish for something that cannot happen?

Just as he was about to keep a closer, bodyguard-like watch over her, she suddenly said, "You know, it's hard to concentrate when you're staring at me."

"Sorry," Dave dutifully said, "I just can't get over your overwhelming beauty."

She groaned. "Oh dear God."

Dave sniggered and then, with a touch of seriousness, said, "I'm just trying to-"

"I know what you're trying to do." This was said with such disturbing quietness that Dave almost asked her to repeat it.

"San?"

"You're all so smart…"

Dave's eyebrows furrowed. "Well, you are too. And I know-"

"Hey." This voice came from the bar. It was Mr. Graphic Novel. "We're closin' up."

"Closing up?" Dave asked.

"Yeah," he bluntly said, "We close in the afternoon 'cause it's so dead in here. We're closin' in five minutes." He left.

"I gotta hit the head," Dave announced, standing up. "And then, we'll go somewhere and finish this conversation."

"I'll be here." Santana said. "Oh! And TMI."

Dave laughed and left. He was gone less than five minutes. And when Dave returned, only Mr. Graphic Novel remained.

Santana was gone.

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AN: Thank you for reading more to come! Have a Nice Day-ILOVESMESOMEGLEE. :)

Update: Hello Everyone! :) Thank you all so much for reviewing and following and favoriting! :) I just wanted to update this because I can't answer the reviews I have been recieving. I'm currently taking a mini break from writing at the moment. Its not a long break. I'll be back, I promise. :) I have ideas for this story. I like to take my time. I'm so sorry its taking a while, I am not doing it on purpose. Anyway again, thank you ALL for the support it means the world to me. :) I will update as soon as I can. :) Have a nice day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3