A/N: So I decided to continue on a little bit. I've written two more chapters. This is pure Klaine, nothing else. Also this chapter is very angsty. Pure angst really. I'll publish the next chapter tomorrow.
Thanks again to my beta Shauna (JustShauna)!
Enjoy!
It was the Monday after Prom, and things were slowly getting back to normal. People could stop stressing about who to bring and what to wear and could finally focus on their academics again, or at least, the few who focused in the first place. Kurt Hummel walked down the hall heading towards his locker, still daydreaming about the perfect dance with his perfect boyfriend. All the drama that happened before couldn't take away from that moment with Blaine. Finally, Kurt was truly content with his life.
One person who wished he could forget about the weekend was Dave. Sure, no one had hassled him further at the prom, but school was a different place. Walking down the halls, hearing the whispers, people staring at him wherever he went. Dave didn't know how much more he could take. He'd thought coming out might give him some relief, but it just seemed to make him feel more on edge.
It was on his way to Spanish he saw Azimo and some other jocks, the people he'd been trying to avoid all day. He put his head down and tried to walk by them, praying they wouldn't notice him. He thought he'd almost succeeded until –
"Hey! Hey fag. Yeah, I'm talking to you Karofsky!"
Dave turned around slowly, trying to avoid the calls of Azimo for as long as he could. He looked up and saw Azimo standing there, with his arms crossed and a disgusted look on his face.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
Dave looked down at his letterman jacket, plain black t-shirt and baggy jeans. He couldn't see anything wrong, he dressed like this all the time.
"The jacket. You've got to lose the jacket."
"Why?" he was confused. They couldn't take his jacket from him.
"Only guys on the football team get to wear those jackets."
"Yeah, I know. I'm on the football team."
Azimo cackled as a response, some of the other jocks joining in too. Azimo walked right up to Dave and looked him right in the eyes.
"You're not on the team anymore." His tone had changed to a more serious one. "I've been talking to the boys. We voted. We want you off the team."
"You can't do that!" Dave had already lost all of his friends. If he lost football too he'd have nothing, bottom of the food chain. He couldn't handle that.
"Well, we can't kick you off, but we can certainly make you quit."
All the jocks were staring at Dave now. He was already late for Spanish, but he knew if he walked off they'd all come after him.
"Listen, we don't want you in the showers, looking at all our manhoods. It's disgusting enough you been doin' it all this time. So you quit, or we'll make yo' life hell."
Dave looked defeated. What could he do? If he tried to stay on the team, they'd probably kill him. As they pushed passed him, every jock made sure to hit him with their shoulders as hard as they could, one by one. The force was almost enough to knock Dave over. Lastly Azimo ripped the sleeves of his jacket, leaving Dave standing there on the verge of tears.
When he walked into Spanish class five minutes late, no one seemed to notice his jacket, except for Mr. Schuester. He knew what had happened at prom and he looked concerned. He decided to speak to Dave after class and try to figure out what had happened.
Dave walked into glee club the following Wednesday, nervous as hell. Mr Schuester had decided that joining glee would be a good outlet for him. Sure, maybe it wouldn't help his popularity, but there was a chance to make friends who'd accept him for who he was and that was a hell of an opportunity.
Mr Schuester had pre-warned them, so no one batted an eyelid when he came in. He sat down in between Mike and Finn as he'd been on the football team with him. Finn smiled at him when he sat down and patted him on the back before turning back to his conversation with Mercedes.
"Ok guys, as you can see we have a new member. I'd like everyone to welcome Dave."
Mr. Schuester looked out to the group, hoping they would be accepting. He knew what Dave had been through and he didn't want him to become a total outcast. Much to his relief, there was a light applause from the group and even a few cheers.
"Right, now it's time to get ready for Nationals! We have to decide what numbers we're going to do."
They brain stormed ideas about what types of performances they thought they should do. Dave decided to sit back as he really didn't have a clue about show choir. Kurt stared at him for the rest of glee club, as if he was trying to figure out if he should trust him or not. He knew he had forgiven Dave, but still, part of his mind niggled at him. He decided that the best way to keep an eye on him was to stick close to him. Kurt resolved that with the help of Brittany and Santana, he was going to keep an eye on Dave Karofsky.
After Glee, Kurt walked up to Dave. He had texted Santana to let her know the plan and she told him she was cool with it.
"Karofsky."
"What do you want, Hummel?"
Dave looked as if he didn't want to talk to Kurt, like he was still afraid he was going to tell his secret.
"Look, you have no one now. No one except for us, so I suggest you at least to pretend you want to be friends."
Dave looked down at his feet, too ashamed to make eye contact. He should be grateful for how they were treating him, he knew that. It was just so hard.
"Listen, I've been talking to Santana and Brittany and we want you to know, we're here for you. You need support in this school, people who will stick by you. You've got us ok?"
Even though Kurt had ulterior motives, he was genuinely concerned for Dave's well being. Kurt knew any grief he had gotten would be multiplied by ten for Dave and he wanted to do all he could to prevent that.
Dave looked up.
"Thank you" he whispered.
Kurt nodded before turning around and walking out of the school. Dave watched him the whole way, trying to understand how someone he had been so cruel to for so long was willing to help him in his hour of need.
A week after Dave joined Glee Club, he had found himself spending a lot of time with Kurt, Brittany and Santana outside of school. Sometimes even Blaine joined them and they'd go out for coffee. He had settled in very well and he could now see why the others loved Glee Club so much. It was like one big family, everyone accepting each other for who they were.
"So how is preparation for Nationals going?" Blaine asked no one in particular.
"Oh you know Mr Schuester, he has us working like dogs. I'm surprised we've any time off these days." Kurt replied.
The others nodded in agreement. They knew over the next few weeks more and more time would have to be dedicated to rehearsals. This would also mean Kurt would be seeing less of Blaine. It was already hard enough for the two since Kurt had returned to McKinley, but Blaine had supported the decision fully. All he wanted was for Kurt to be truly happy, no matter how much it hurt him.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in idle conversation. Rachel and Mercedes had come to join them too and they all split into little groups chatting to each other. Santana and Brittany were holding hands under the table, stealing glances at each other every few minutes as the two continued to talk to Blaine. Mercedes and Rachel were engaged an in depth discussion about the song choices for Nationals. This left Kurt talking to Dave. The two didn't have that much in common to be honest, but they had managed to find common ground in Glee. After a while they were actually laughing with each other about Mr Schuester's obsession with vests and Finn's insane dancing. Mid-laughter, Kurt touched Dave's arm, nothing affectionate, just a movement mid-laughter. Blaine saw this and a pang of jealousy hit him. He tried to shake it off as nothing, but he couldn't help but think that there might be something more there.
Sorry can't make coffee, Schue wants to rehearse tonight! :( I'll see you soon xxx
Blaine read the text over and over. This was that third time in a row Kurt had cancelled one of their dates and Blaine was getting worried. He knew his boyfriend was busy with Nationals, but it seemed like forever since he'd last seen him. Not only that, but he knew he was spending more and more time with Karofsky and this worried him. What if Kurt decided he wanted to be with him instead of Blaine? It'd certainly be easier for him, they went to the same school. Blaine couldn't handle this, all he'd been doing ever since the last time they had coffee was worry about the state of their relationship. He really couldn't handle it if Kurt broke up with him.
K, see you soon x
It was all he could bring himself to say. No attempt to reschedule, no emotion conveyed, just directly to the point. He couldn't stay in his dorm any longer, he picked up his keys and decided to go for a drive.
He had no plan where to go, he just kept driving. Before he knew it he was in Lima, near McKinley. He had driven there on auto-pilot, as if his brain was telling him he needed to see Kurt. He decided he'd pick him up after rehearsals and drop him home. At least that would give them ten minutes alone together.
He parked a bit away from the door where Kurt normally came out after glee. He sat there in silence for almost half an hour until he saw Sam walk out, holding the door open for Rachel and Mercedes. They waved goodbye as they each walked to their respective cars. Brittany and Santana followed, both getting into the same car which he assumed was Santana's. Finn walked out by himself, looking exhausted. It had clearly been a dance rehearsal. Then Kurt walked out, clearly laughing at something the person behind him had said. Blaine sat up, eyes fixed on the beautiful man that was his. How could he think anything was wrong between them? He was just about to unlock his door and get out when he saw who it was behind Kurt. Dave said something to Kurt, to which Kurt looked grateful and nodded. Blaine saw him follow Dave into his car, clearly he was giving him a lift home.
Blaine's heart shattered. He didn't know what to make of this. Not too long ago Kurt had been cursing the day Karofsky was born, so angry at him for all he had done. Now, he was laughing at his jokes and accepting lifts home from him. There had to be something going on, it was the only explanation.
Blaine waited until all the members of glee club had left before he turned the car on and headed back for Dalton. He cried the whole way home in silence. Had he made up how much Kurt had cared for him in his head? Was Blaine too forward with his feelings at the start? Blaine wondered if maybe he had scared Kurt off. Maybe Kurt didn't want what Blaine wanted, so now he was going to leave him. Blaine couldn't take this, as soon as he got back to Dalton, he fell into bed still fully clothed and cried himself to sleep.
Blaine was sitting in his room the next day, trying to piece everything together. Maybe he had read the situation wrong. He had been known to exaggerate things in his mind but he still couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that everything was wrong.
Kurt rang him about four o' clock that afternoon. Blaine didn't want to answer, but he knew he should.
"Hello?"
"Hey Blaine! I'm just calling to say that we have no rehearsals tonight!" Kurt said with joy evident in his voice.
"That's great news! We can finally spend some time together!" Blaine was genuinely please. Once they'd spent some time together, he could attempt to put this whole episode behind him.
"Exactly! Me, Brits, Sanatana, Rach, Tina, Mike and Dave are going to Breadstix tonight and I was hoping you'd join us."
Dave. He called him Dave. He had never called him Dave, at least not around Blaine. It had always been Karofsky.
"I don't think I can make it." Blaine deadpanned.
"But—you were all up for spending time together a minute ago. Why not?"
Kurt sounded confused, he hadn't seen his boyfriend in what felt like forever, and now he was saying he couldn't come.
"I forgot, I have a big History paper due tomorrow that I need to finish. Maybe some other time. Bye."
Blaine hung up before Kurt could respond. Kurt wondered if something was wrong. He knew he hadn't seen Blaine in a while, maybe it had put more of a strain on their relationship than Kurt had realised. Kurt knew he'd have to fix that.
Blaine was lying on his bed in his dorm room, trying to get some of his reading assignment done, but failing miserably. He just couldn't get his mind off his Kurt. Blaine's mind was going crazy, all he could think of was what could be happening between Kurt and Karofsky. What if Kurt left him? What if he was using Nationals as an excuse not to see Blaine and he was spending his free time with Karofsky instead? He couldn't focus on anything else right now.
Just as these thoughts were racing through his head, his phone started to ring. He checked the caller id and saw Kurt's name. A picture of the two of them popped up. It was taken just after their performance at Regionals, back stage. Kurt was positively beaming, while Blaine was giving him a big kiss on the cheek. Blaine's heart broke a little bit, thinking about how this all be ending very soon.
"Hello?" Blaine answered, trying to mask his despair.
"Hey Blaine! This is just a quick call, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for coffee on Sunday? I haven't seen you in so long and I miss my boyfriend."
Kurt wanted to try and sort things out between them. He knew how strained they had become.
Blaine could actually hear Kurt's mock- pout in his voice. Sunday, he thought, that was going to be the day.
"Sure, I'd love to. I miss you too!" Blaine tried to sound as positive as he could, even though his heart now felt like it had dropped into his stomach.
"Excellent. Listen, I'll talk to you soon. I have dance rehearsals now, bye!"
Blaine could hear the dial tone before he even had the chance to respond.
"Bye." He whispered to no one.
He got off the bed and walked over to his window. He had a beautiful view of one of the lakes Dalton's campus boasted. He stared out at the water and thought about the inevitable end of his first real relationship. Blaine could actually feel his heart break. He would never get to tell Kurt how he really felt.
"Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please"
Blaine walked through the halls of Dalton, each one laced with memories of Kurt's time spent at the school. He walked down the hall where he had held Kurt's hand the first day he'd stepped foot in Dalton. Tears were forming in his eyes, he wasn't ready to say goodbye.
"Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend that day
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please"
He walked out to the lake he had been looking at from his window. He reminisced about that evening he and Kurt had spent there. The private picnic, the whispered thoughts and the gentle kisses. It had been the most romantic moment of Blaine's life, he'd never forget it.
"Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going"
Gone, Blaine thought. Kurt had been gone a long time. He sat down beside the tree where they had engraved their initials. A sudden rage filled him as he stared at the tree. He felt like scratching it out, but he really didn't have the energy. He was so tired.
"Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get mad and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye"
He thought about how the last few months with Kurt had been the best of his life, and so quickly they were over. He didn't want to say goodbye but he knew it wasn't his choice to make.
"Don't run off in the pouring rain
Don't call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that's covered with trees"
He looked out to the water once more, with a deep pain in his chest. Tears now flowing freely down his face, he closed his eyes and thought of Kurt.
"Tell me on a Sunday please"
TBC
