They'd been driving for about ten minutes. Dave would give him the occasional direction telling him to take the next left or bear right. It was like having a sat-nav in your car, yet this sat-nav had threatened to kill Kurt, it was one of Kurt's less joyful experiences in his life. Another five or so minutes past before Kurt heard the words, "Stop." He pulled over on the side of the road and realised where they were, they were outside Starbucks on west Market Street. Kurt was shocked; he thought Karofsky would take him somewhere more... remote. Karofsky opened his door and stepped out, Kurt followed quickly not knowing what was going on and the fact that he was right outside Starbucks was fantastic, he felt parched not to mention the fact that his head working overtime while he was near Karofsky had concluded in him being absolutely drained of all energy.
Karofsky pushed open the door to the coffee shop, holding it open for Kurt to walk in ahead of him. Karofsky's eyes followed Kurt's arse as he walked past. Damn, he thought to himself. They walked up to the counter and Karofsky ordered a double-shot Americano for himself and a vanilla cream Macchiato for Kurt. Kurt looked at him in shock, not understanding how Karofsky had known what he would've wanted without Kurt saying. Karofsky blushed, looking at the floor. He paid the girl at the counter and waited for their beverages. The two of them walked over to the very far corner of the coffee shop, Karofsky leading the way. They sat opposite each other in green armchairs, staring in each other's eyes. Gawd, those eyes are so beautiful. Karofsky thought. Kurt wasn't thinking anything, he didn't know what Karofsky wanted and what was going to happen to him. Kurt went to speak but Karofsky saw the anxiety in Kurt's eyes and spoke first. "I-I'm not going to hurt you, Kurt" he said softly, "I never could." There was a pause while the older boy tried to think of what else to say. He took a long breath, holding it for a few seconds before speaking; "I came out to my parents, they hate me, they won't talk to me and I feel like crap, they kicked me out and I've been living in my car for the last week, Kurt and I-I don't know what to do." He blurted it out so fast, the last note breaking as tears pricked his eyes and his hand began to shake around his coffee, which he then put down and rested his hand on the table. Kurt was shocked to say the least, confused to be more precise, felt bad for Karofsky to be exact. Kurt looked the jock up and down, not in an imposing, condescending way, but in a way that was helping him to see Karofsky, and seeing him he was, in a completely new light.
"Karofsky," Kurt started but was cut over by the older boy. "I hate that name" he said, his voice breaking again while his eyes welled up. "Please Kurt, call me Dave." Kurt was taken aback to say the least but he granted the strangers request. And as far as Kurt was concerned, this boy was a stranger, because he certainly wasn't David 'The Fury' Karofsky. Before Kurt continued, he noticed something even stranger, Dave wasn't wearing his Letterman jacket, he'd never seen Dave without it so he started "Dave, I'm so sorry, this shouldn't have to happen to anyone," he started. Dave looked down; it was as if he was ashamed of himself for being put in this situation. "Dave, don't," Kurt continued noticing Dave's reaction. "Don't feel ashamed by something you can't control, things are bad now, but they do get better I prom-" Dave cut in, his face was red and his eyes welled up eyes had burst, fresh salty tears flowing down his cheek. "How can it get any better, Kurt?" Dave asked. "I got thrown off the team two days ago, my so called best friend won't even acknowledge that I exist and I have nowhere to live." Again he trailed off, the pain becoming too much, Kurt reached his hand forward placing it on top of Dave's. Kurt half expected the other boy o flinch and snarl at him, but he didn't. Dave looked straight into Kurt's magnificent blue eyes and Kurt felt Dave's silent thanks.
The moment itself was interrupted by Kurt's phone blasting out Bad Romance by Lady Gaga as he received a call from Mercedes. The older, more masculine boy sniggered at the ring tone, but not in a vindictive way. Kurt reached into his pocket and then looked at Dave, giving him a 'Do you mind?' kind of look. Dave nodded sincerely, he instantly felt bad knowing that he must have interrupted Kurt's plans, because there would have been no other reason that Kurt would wait in the car park of McKinley. "I'm so sorry!" Mercedes started as Kurt answered the phone, "I got stuck in detention for Math, I told them I had a doctor's appointment so they called my Mom, she told them I didn't so I got made to stay even longer for lying, I know it's half five but can we still go?" She took in a long breath, after speaking for at least twenty seconds flat. Kurt didn't know what to say. "Uhm Merce, baby you know I love you, but something kind of came up why I was waiting and-" "It's Karofsky, isn't?" She asked with as much blackitude as the girl could muster. Kurt didn't answer. "Its fine Kurt, I think he needs someone," she hesitated for a second "gay to talk too." It's been awful all week here; those Jocks have been giving him a harder time than they gave you..." She trailed off realising that Kurt was probably with the reformed bully and realising that he probably hadn't finished telling Kurt what had been happening yet. "Text me later yeah?" She made a kissing noise down the phone and hung up before Kurt even had a chance to speak.
"That settles it," Kurt said to the vulnerable boy in front of him. Dave looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean?" he asked, completely baffled at what Kurt was talking about. "Y-your coming to stay with me." Kurt finally said, Dave was about to speak before the smaller of the two boys waved his words away and spoke again. "I'm gonna need to pass it by my Dad, Carol and Finn, and we don't have a spare bedroom since Finn and Carol moved in after the wedding..." He stopped for a second before continuing, "Dave, my dad accepted what I am, probably before I did, you need support" he said, caressing Dave's hand with his thumb since there touch hadn't broken from before.
"C'mon," Kurt said, standing up, "let's go and get your stuff from your car, explaining this to my dad is going to take a while and I'd like to be in bed by eleven" He said smiling at Dave. Dave's sad face managed to smile back without being forced. They got to the door of the coffee shop and as they were about to move through it Kurt tuned round to face Dave, who nearly walked in to him. "One last thing, I'm coming back to McKinley." Kurt said. Dave begun to splutter, 'Kurt you can't!" Dave hissed, "I don't want them hurting you again, I saw what they- what I did before did to you and I can't let that happen to you again." Kurt observed his face for a second before noticing a bruise on the left side of Dave's jaw. He rubbed it with his hands; his soft pale hands that made Dave shudder on contact. "And I can't let that happen to you." Kurt finished, smiling at the guy he used to resent, before turning around and leading Dave to his SUV.