A/N: Originally co-written with snicksness mid season 3.

Take a Chance On Me
Part 2

'Come on, open the door. There's just me here.' Dave checked around him, just to make sure. Kurt had sprinted up onto the second floor and managed to find a bathroom where the corridor wasn't lined with comatose teenagers. Dave knocked at the wood again. 'Kurt, this is stupid.'

'Just go away, Karofsky!' Kurt's thin voice snapped from the other side. 'I'm not your charity case.'

'No one said—For fuck's sake. It was Big Mesa High! Who cares what they think about anything?' Dave pounded harder now. 'If you don't come out I'll sing Henry VIII I am, until—' The door flung open.

'You did not just threaten me with a reference from Ghost!' A red eyed Kurt stayed up at him, the tiniest of smiles playing on his lips.

'Swayze was the fucking man, I love that movie.'

Kurt nodded. 'Ditto.' He stepped back with a sigh. 'Fine, you can come in.'

Dave moved past him. 'You know you don't live here, Hum-' Dave broke off on seeing the size of the room. 'Although you totally could! This is huge!'

'Yes, I—'

'Look! They've even got the mini sink for spraying your ass!'

'It's all terribly exciting, I know.' Kurt rolled his eyes, closing the door. Eyes downcast he made his way over to the bath and sank down, wrapping his arms around his knees.

'Hey,' Dave walked over and sat down next to him. 'Seriously, they're just assholes. I don't even know what they're doing here.'

Kurt laughed and rubbed at his eyes. 'There're people like that everywhere, Dave. Until last year you were one of them.' His voice softened. 'You know what, maybe you should just stay in that closet of yours. It's better.'

'Are you fucking kidding me? What happened to I am what I am, and all that shit? You're supposed to be the poster child for be yourself and you're telling me to stay in the closet?' Dave stared at him. 'Over a bunch of drunk dickless homophobes?'

'I'm just so tired. Tired of it all. Tired of being constantly looked down, judged. Of never getting what I want. I just—' Kurt wiped at his face again. 'I'm tired.'

'No, you're not. Well, all right. You probably are. But being drunk and feeling sorry for yourself because of those pricks isn't going to help anyone. Look, I have it on good authority that you're amazing.'

'No you don't.'

'I do. Someone put the video of Finn singing it to you on Youtube. He's such a dick.'

'Shut up,' Kurt said but there was no malice. He was even smiling a little now.

'So, why did you and Blaine break up?' Dave phrased it casually, his eyes anywhere other than Kurt's but he held his breath for the answer.

'I'm not—It was—Oh, I can't!' Kurt blushed. 'It's embarrassing!'

Dave paled. 'It's his penis, isn't it? It's huge. Oh, my God. It wouldn't fit!' Fuck Dave's life. How could he compete with that? Not that he had a micro penis or anything but Blaine could probably do press ups with his and, like, fight crime. Why do good looking guys get all the goddamn luck? Couldn't God have just knocked a few inches off his cock like he had his height? And—

'—perfectly normal size, thank you,' Kurt's face was practically on fire now. 'Not that I, er, saw it much.'

'So, you two didn't,' Dave twirled a finger, 'seal the deal.'

Kurt pressed his lips together and looked away.

'So, you did?' Images flooded Dave's mind and he had to reach behind him and grab the tub to anchor himself.

'Fine!' Kurt snapped. 'I haven't even told Mercedes this. Be privileged.' Kurt turned so that he was facing Dave, his face mere inches away. 'We did it once. It wasn't like in the movies. It was—It washorrible.'

'Horrible?'

'Everything that could wrong did. It was supposed to be romantic and beautiful, and—then the candles nearly burnt the place down. Blaine accidentally kneed me in the face, twice, and then—,'Kurt covered his face with his hands. 'Something got stuck where it shouldn't have got stuck.'

Dave had never been more riveted in his life. 'Go on.'

'No! That's all you are getting of my pathetic love life! Anyway, the next day Blaine freaked. He saw it as a sign that we shouldn't be together and—thought it best we split up. Find people that were right for us.'

'Maybe—maybe Blaine was right,' Dave said, nodding slowly. 'Think about it, no matter how wrong it was going, you two should have been able to at least laugh about it. Sex is supposed to be fun, you know. Not a military operation.'

'It wasn't sex, Dave,' Kurt hissed. 'It was making love.'

'Yeah, no offence, but you got the recipe wrong.'

'Argh,' Kurt groaned, 'trapped in a bathroom with Dr. Phil.'

'I'm just saying! If you guys were real, than that would have been nothing to overcome.'

Kurt sighed and gave a tiny shrug. 'Maybe. Maybe will just got a little swept up in it all. I mean, he was the first guy to ever like me, the onlyguy and-'

'Not the only,' Dave interrupted glaring at his feet. He could feel his face burning as Kurt's head snapped towards him.

'So—sorry?'

'You know what I mean, Hummel. Don't make me say it,' Dave muttered. Why the hell had he even opened his mouth?

'You mean, what happened in the locker room?' Kurt gave a little tut. 'That wasn't about me, Dave. That was about you.'

'What?' Dave turned now. 'It couldn't be both?'

Kurt looked away, his eyes darting back and forth. Dave wanted to turn back time to stop his fat trap from ever agreeing to coming to this stupid party. Or inviting himself. Whatever.

'Dave, I—' Kurt placed a hand on his shoulder. 'I don't know what to say.'

'Can I ask you something?' said Dave. 'Why him?'

'Why what?'

'Why did you ever go with him? Okay, so he's handsome in a vague alien way, and he's suave and he's sometimes quite funny and... I've just answered my own question.'

'Yes,' said Kurt. 'But like you said, it wasn't real. It wasn't enough.'

'Do you think you might ever-' Dave closed his eyes, not wanting the answer. 'I mean, maybe one day, you and me could-'

'Don't. Please.' Kurt rubbed at his eyes tiredly. 'Dave, did you ever see A Streetcar Named Desire?'

'Do I look gay?'

Kurt blinked.

'I haven't!'

'It's- I was just thinking. Stella,' murmured Kurt. 'She tells Blanche - she says that there are things that people do in the dark that make everything else irrelevant.' Kurt looked off, his face lost in his thoughts.

Dave paused, weighing his words. 'I thinkI understand.'

'Yes,' said Kurt sadly. 'But that's not me, Dave.'

'But why can't I help make things irrelevant?'

'Because...' Kurt considered. 'I don't know. You're a bit too Stanley for me. I don't want to be a cracked mirror.'

'What?'

'That's why you need to see it,' he smiled softly. 'And no Cliff's notes.'

'Kurt.' Dave licked at his lips. 'I like you,' Dave said so the words came out as one. 'Okay? I have done for awhile. Before I even knewI liked you. All I knew was that I was always thinking about you, looking out for you. When I didn't see you I would walk the long way to lessons just to get a look at you.'

'And to throw me into the nearest available surface.'

Dave shook his head. 'I know that you will never be able to look at me as anything other than the bully. The asshole that made your life hell, but I promise you that I will never hurt you like that again. Or let you be hurt. I don't want to throw you into a cracked mirror!'

'Dave—'

'I'm just so fucking sorry, Kurt. I hope you can one day see that and forgive me because—' Oh, God. Actual tears now. Tears. What was the matter with him? Why wouldn't his mouth quit? 'You're the best thing in my life right now and you're just an extra in the background most days. I feel better just having seen you! I'm not this fucking Stanley, okay? I don't want to be that guy anymore! And I don't want you to be someone else, either. I just want to be me. The real me. And for you to be you. Why does it have to be so hard? Why am I so… why is it so terrifying-'

'Shut up!' It was a whisper but it was enough to silence Dave.

Dave wiped at his face and willed his heartbeat to slow down, his breathing to even out. God, this was mortifying.

'You really see me like that?' Kurt asked, tentatively. 'This isn't the beer talking? Or some—,' his expression darkened, 'prank?'

'Do I look like I'm joking?'

'No, no you don't.' Kurt moved closer and Dave's heart plummeted into his gut. ''Thank you,' Kurt said, leaning over and pecking demurely at the corner of Dave's mouth. As he pulled away he stopped, his eyes fixed on Dave's.

Dave himself was a page behind. Inside his head, he was back-flipping because Kurt's face had touched his face and it was awesome.

'Dave?'

'Yeah?,' Dave said, a daffy grin spreading across his mouth. Kurt's answer was to press his lips to Dave's, hard and wanting.

A million questions ran though Dave's head and he ignored them all. Kurt Hummel was kissing him! Kurt Hummel was pushing him backwards onto the floor and writhingagainst him. Dave's hands were dizzy from trying to touch every single part of the other boy as their tongues battled against each other.

Dave moaned as Kurt's groin pressed up against his. Without thinking, he rolled them so that Kurt's back was to the floor.

And then froze.

Oh, God. He'd probably scared him or something, Kurt had been in control and now Dave was lumbering all over him and- Kurt grabbed at his face and kissed him again, his teeth nipping at Dave's bottom lip.

Oh!Oh, okay then.

Dave felt the tension melting away as they made out, varying from slow and lazy to desperate and needy. Kurt's fingers came in between them, his fingers palming at Dave's hardness. 'Ngh,' Dave gasped out, articulately. The zip sounded out and Dave felt laughter bubbling up inside of him. No, no. He must not collapse into giggles like some girl, the first time another boy touched his cock. And,oh, God. This was actually happening! Kurt was touching his cock!

'Can I?' Dave groaned into Kurt's neck, his hand resting on his Kurt's bulge. 'Please!'

Kurt nodded, his cheek rubbing against Dave's, the heat comforting and dizzying at the same time. Dave tried to slip his hand down the waistband, but the angle was too awkward. With a deep intake of breath, he lowered the zipper (oh, God, was this really happening?) and slowly released Kurt's straining cock from the confines of his jeans.

He glanced down, ashamed at the rush of emotion that took hold of him: he felt like weeping. It felt so right. He reached out tentatively and took hold, finally bringing his eyes up to meet Kurt's gaze. He ran his fingers slowly over the surface of throbbing heat in his hands. Oh God, it felt so right. Was it because it was this was his first time of holding someone else like this or was it because it was Kurt?

'Dave,' Kurt murmured, and he moved closer, his senses aflame.

Dave gripped at Kurt's cock, spreading the pre-come from the tip around his palm. 'Is this-'

'Yes!' Kurt bucked upward. 'Just keep going!'

Dave began to jerk him off in awkward strokes, his eyes shifting from Kurt's face to his own blurring hand. 'Kurt, Kurt,' he babbled as the pressure began to build up inside of him.

Kurt threw an arm round his neck, moaning and arching up into his hand, as his own sped up on Dave's. It was too much. It was too fast. It was everything.

For a while, the only noises in the room were the soft sounds of skin against skin, and the strained sighing of each boy. Then Kurt gave an almost pained scream and buried his face in the crook of Dave's neck, biting with his teeth as his body shuddered out his release. Dave soon followed, throwing back his head as stars clouded his vision.

'Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! Fuck,' he muttered, fighting the urge to collapse on Kurt. Pushing himself up he looked down into Kurt's blessed out face. And could feel the grin that was almost splitting his face. 'No fire hazards. Nothing got stuck. I'd call that progress.'

'I'm lying next to a bidet,' Kurt groaned. 'But yes, yeah. That was- That was-'

The door burst open. It was Puck. 'Emergency!' he gasped. 'Emergency, oh no, oh no, oh- score, Hummel! Score! Now kindly fuck off, it's an emergency. I gotta piss!'

'Wait, that wasn't locked?' Dave covered his mouth in horror. 'Fuck!'

'Yeah,' Puck said over his shoulder, urinating to Kurt's obvious disgust. 'It's also not soundproofed, so there's that.'

'Oh, my God!' Kurt said, dressing himself primly and trying to look suitably offended. Dave couldn't help it, he nearly bust a gut laughing. Kurt shot him a cold stare but even he couldn't keep it up. Giggling, he held out a hand and hauled Dave to his feet, Dave pulling up his own jeans. For a moment they stared at each other, as if seeing themselves for the first time.

'Seriously!' Puck snapped. 'Get the fuck out!'

'Oh, oh! Sorry!' Kurt babbled, backing out of the room, turning with another glance at Dave.

Dave followed, his legs shaky and his mind reeling. He had just hooked up with a guy for the first time. A guy that was Kurt fucking Hummel.

As they made their way down the stairs, Dave found it hard to contain his glee. The people he passed gave him odd glances as he high fived them and pulled them into random hugs.

Kurt reached the edge of the crowd and then stopped, looking back to Dave, his lip between his teeth and trepidation in his eyes.

'Hey! The cocksuckers are back!' Blond yelled and if people were still fucking lame enough to have vinyl, a screeching needle would have signalled the party's reaction. 'You been busy?' They mimed a sex position that was so chillingly accurate Dave wondered if there were hidden cameras.

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke, All eyes were on him, since the comments were so obviously meant for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blaine whisper to his date. He saw Hudson grab at Berry's arm and haul her back. He saw Santana glare and hug herself tight, as Brittany watched her with concern.

He saw Kurt.

Just like Prom Night.

Fuck this.

Dave stormed away and a collective sigh sounded up behind him, the jerks from Big Mesa High cheering wildly. He heard mutters of support and grunts of disapproval but no one was doing anything.

Kurt wasn't the only one that was tired.

Finding what he was after, he walked to it, yanking it up from its space on the speaker. After all the fruity shit they'd been playing this evening, they had to have it.

They didn't have it. But they had the next best thing.

Dave clicked at it viciously, and adrenaline ran through him as the opening bars filled the room. Putting the iPod down, he turned back and headed for the dance floor.

'What the fuck is this music? Is it ABBA? That's, like, assault!' A voice whined and Dave kept moving, his eyes on the back of Kurt's head, his slumped shoulders as he talked to Berry.

'Hummel,' Dave grunted. 'Can I have this dance?'

Kurt turned and looked up at him, his face frozen in the disappointment it had previously been in. 'What?'

'I said, dance with me, Kurt.' Berry was staring at him. Everyone was staring at him and he didn't give a shit.

'Okay,' Kurt nodded slowly, then his expression turned giddy. 'I'll dance with you, Dave.' Kurt slipped into his arms, a hand round his shoulders and

Dave's round his waist. Dave glared at everyone watching them. Daring them to say something. 'It's a fucking party. Dance, morons.'

'To this?' Hudson whined, earning an elbow from Berry. 'I mean, okay. Okay.'

Dave looked over at Blaine and Parker who were watching and looking a little dazed. Meeting Blaine's eyes, they shared the barest of nods. Blaine smiled a little and pulled Parker onto the floor.

'What happened to blending in?' Santana asked, sidling up to Dave, her hands round Brittany's waist. She sounded calm and confident but Dave didn't miss the way her eyes travelled the room, searching for judgement.

'That got old,' Dave said, looking down at Kurt. 'Blending in doesn't get you anywhere.'

'No,' Kurt agreed, his arms tightening around his neck. 'It doesn't.' He stepped up onto tiptoe and kissed Dave chastely.

'That's fucking dis—' Blond cut off as he realised that the dancefloor consisted of only same sex partners. Berry was spinning Quinn. Hudson was dipping Evans. Blaine's forehead was pressed up against Parker's, Santana was, well, going to town on Brittany's face. Hudson nearly dropped Sam at the sight.

'What? Didn't catch that?' Puck asked walking back in, his arm around Chang's shoulders. The blond shook his head and Puck nodded. 'Thought so, come on, Mike. I'll show you my Charleston.'

'I think you should leave,' Tina said, crossing her arms and coming up behind them. 'Unless you need us to show you the door.'

'What the fuck ever,' the nasally one nasaled. 'This party blows anyway.' They moved out, dropping the full cups onto the carpet and smiling with spite. No one paid them any mind. Once they were out the door, Tina let herself be dragged onto the dance-floor by a giggling Mercedes.

'That was amazing,' Kurt whispered, his lips ghosting against Dave's neck. 'Like a gay Spartacus.'

'That was pretty gay already, but sure,' Dave said, holding Kurt tighter.

'Do you mean this?' Kurt raised his eyebrows to the ceiling. 'This song, I mean.'

'They didn't have Gimme, Gimme, Gimme.'

'Dave.'

Dave stopped moving and just stared down into Kurt's face. 'Yeah, I mean it. Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie,' Dave hummed into Kurt's hair. He placed a gentle kiss on his head and then pulled back, grinning down at him.

Best party ever.

'Promise me something,' Kurt asked, his tone serious. 'That no matter what this leads to, no matter what we become. That this will neverbe our song.'

'Oh, God, no! It's fucking awful!'

The End