A/N This was supposed to be a little longer, but oh well. I'll have the next chapter out in a few days. Fitting in time to write during reading week for finals is not easy :p Please review to let me know what you guys think!

Dave wasn't in school for the next three days. Kurt watched for him every day- in the halls, at his locker, and in lunch- but he never showed. Every day he became more and more disappointed by the fact that Dave wasn't there. He heard a few rumors that maybe he transferred, or maybe his dad had kicked him out. Of course, people weren't very sympathetic about it- the names "fag" and "fucking fairy" were thrown around a lot. Kurt tried not to seem too interested in the rumors of his former bully. But, whenever he got a free moment he couldn't help but picture the look of regret and sadness on Dave's face when he had apologized to Kurt for all the bullying. That moment where he had gone from Karofsky the bully to Dave the closeted kid who was going through a really rough time. Kurt felt a little twang of guilt. He had pushed and pushed for Dave to come out- but now that he had everyone was talking shit about him and Kurt didn't even know if he was okay. He had had an amazing mentor to help him through his hard time, and Kurt couldn't help but wish he could have been a little more like a Blaine for David.

"Kurt, what is up with you?" Mercedes asked snapping her fingers in front of Kurt's face. They were sitting at the glee club's usual lunch table and he hadn't even taken a bite out of his salad.

"Oh, I'm just missing Blaine I guess" Kurt replied only half-lying.

"Too much time away from your little hobbit?" Puck teased.

"He's only a few inches shorter than me, Puck! But yeah, Mercedes it's so hard. It's weird having him so far instead of only a few doors down like it was at the dorm."

"Yeah but he'll still come to see you, boo"

"It's just that. He'll come see me. I can never go to see him. He's always such a gentleman about it. Making excuses about the long ride being too much for me. I want to just go see my boyfriend sometimes… I don't want it to be when he wants to see me."

"But he obviously wants to see you Kurt- it's just that he's busy with the Warblers, right?" Mercedes rationalized.

"But 'cedes he shouldn't be too busy for me. I have my first boyfriend and I can't even enjoy how wonderful he is because I never see him anymore!"

"Well then… why don't you go surprise him sometime soon at Dalton? He'll be excited to see you and you can stop feeling so awkward about going to see your own boyfriend. Blaine's just too much of a gentleman to expect you to make the drive." Mercedes reasoned, and for a second it pissed Kurt off. Why wasn't 'cedes being more supportive? Why was she defending his boyfriend instead of him? Then he shook off the feeling- of course she wasn't going to diss his first boyfriend for his first little offense. It was basically against girl code. Plus, she didn't know how little effort Blaine had made over the summer…

"I think I will. He's coming to see me tomorrow but that doesn't mean I can't surprise him during the week"

"Perfect Kurt. He'll love that" Mercedes offered like she knew Blaine personally.

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Kurt scanned the hallway looking for Dave on Friday without much hope, but his eyes quickly found him standing at his locker alone. It was about ten minutes before first period- the perfect time for Kurt to talk to him. Kurt took a few steps down the hall and then panicked. What was he even going to say to David? What was there to say? "Hi I know coming out for you has been really shitty but it gets better"? What would that even do? Kurt panicked and after going ten feet he turned in to the boy's bathroom.

Kurt 'fixed' his already perfectly styled hair while regaining some of his composure in the mirror. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, it was a text from Blaine:

Hey bby I have some bad news

What? Kurt texted back seconds later forgetting that he usually spaced out his texts so he didn't seem needy.

I can't come to see you tonight- family wants me to come home for the weekend because my granddad is visiting. I'll miss you though. Kurt sighed. He had already picked out what he was going to wear, what he was going to cook for Blaine (and his family) and they had talked about renting a movie together. All he really wanted to do was cuddle up with his boyfriend on the couch like a normal couple for once.

I'll miss you too babe- when can I see you? Kurt asked hating the way "can I" sounded.

His reply came quickly: Soon. Sometime during the week , for sure.

Okay, have a good day xoxo. Kurt replied almost leaving off the x's and o's. He was pissed- Blaine had made the excuse of family one too many times for cancelled plans. Why couldn't he ask Kurt to come have dinner with his parents? That was normal. After all, Blaine had spent time with the Hummel-Hudsons a few times over the summer and Kurt had barely had half a conversation with Blaine's family. He had a new resolve to make a trip to Dalton the following week. This was getting ridiculous.

The bell rang as Kurt stared at his phone waiting for a reply. He rushed out of the bathroom and ran straight in to Dave.

"Oh sorry, Hum- uhm Kurt" Dave said a blush coloring his cheeks at the contact.

"Hey, David! It's okay!" Kurt replied his voice raising a few octaves because of the awkward situation.

After a few awkward seconds David blurted out, "Well see you around" and started to head in the opposite direction.

"Yeah, see you" Kurt half-mumbled.

It was so hard for Kurt to focus during his next few classes. He kept going over and over what he wanted to say to Dave. He wanted everything to come out right. He knew that his original attempts at 'helping' Dave had been misguided. But now he was out- and that meant that Kurt could be his kind of mentor and help him to understand that not all gay guys were little twinks like him.

Kurt walked towards the lunchroom alone instead of meeting Mercedes at her locker like he usually did. He knew his courage wouldn't last through her questions about why he felt the need to reach out to his former bully. Because, honestly, "because he's gay now" did not seem like it was going to work as an excuse again.

Kurt took a deep breathe when he entered the cafeteria and scanned the room for Dave. He was sitting in a corner table alone eating a slice of pizza. Kurt's heart sank. Dave had no one to sit with- all of his friends had abandoned him just because he came out. Kurt walked quickly over to him with a new resolve to make him feel better and gave Dave what he hoped would be a winning smile but really looked like a forced grin.

"Hey Kurt" Dave said not even looking up for a few seconds.

"Hi David- I was wondering if I could talk to you?" Kurt asked his determination draining at the less than receptive look on Dave's face.

"Look Kurt-"

"I just wanted to say that I'm you know… here for you if you need anyone. I just know how hard coming out can be and I'm sorry it happened like this and-"

"You know how hard coming out was Hummel? Dave questioned with a look of incredulity.

"Yes, when I came out-"

"Hummel you never had to come out. Everyone knew!" Dave argued.

"I know but I-" Kurt tried to explain.

"No Hummel you have no idea how hard it is to come out when you don't have gay written all over you in sparkles. And I'm actually sitting with a few guys who are coming over here right now and I don't need them thinking I've decided to becoming a flamer. They're just starting to get the fact that I'm just a regular guy on the team. I don't need advice about living a gay lifestyle that you got from your little prep-school boyfriend. So would you please just go sit with your Glee kids?" Dave finished his voice getting a little louder and he almost regretted his words when he saw a hurt look flash across Kurt's features.

The hurt was quickly replaced by bitch face as Kurt said, "Well guess what Karofsky? Whether you like it or not you are gay and that does make you a little different. Have fun talking about how hot you think guys look in spandex". Kurt finished just as the football players approached and ignoring their looks he walked away with his head high and his hips swaying.