It is just me or do you guys have swinging views on Blaine too? Some days I love him some days I can't stand him.

It seems like Chris Colfer is shamelessly plugging Klaine and I guess that's okay…there are definitely more Klainers, but I dunno say something about Karofsky – he's kinda important in the story too.

Today I'm in a mood of I don't care if Klaine happens as long as Dave Karofsky never leaves my screen… :D

Anyway, weird chapter alert! Ummm…Yeah, the next one will have the action, bare with me :S

Kurt had a feeling this was going to happen. And he was right. Ever since the night that they had bumped into Karofsky and Kyle, nothing was going right. Every time he tried to change the subject, Blaine somehow brought it back to Kyle.

Kyle the gorgeous boyfriend of Dave Karofksy.

It was absurd to watch. It was as if Kyle had some sort of hold on Blaine and he couldn't figure out what it was. Blaine thought he was an inspiration. Apparently, Kyle had publicly come out to his high school and even spoke out about homophobia causing quite a stir in his local community. Blaine had also told Kurt that the guy helped out manning phones for at risk teens in his spare time. Kurt had scoffed at that and quickly turned it into a cough when Blaine had looked at him in disgust.

Kurt just hated how this Kyle guy was so perfect. And besides how the hell had Karofsky gotten himself a guy like that? It was as if Blaine was in awe of him. Kurt knew he wasn't innocent himself. He had practically made puppy dog eyes at the Warbler ever since arriving at Dalton. But that was different. Because Kurt knew they were meant to be together. And Kyle couldn't change that.

Blaine brought out his cell phone as it beeped indicating a message. Kurt waited patiently for his boyfriend to respond before inquiring who the sender was.

"It was Kyle. He wants us to go to his basketball game on Saturday before the double date. I told him we'd love to." Kurt almost melted when Blaine smiled. The boy just oozed charm. But then he processed the words the boy had said and frowned.

"But you didn't even ask me." Kurt pouted. He didn't wan to spend even more time with this perfect Kyle. And going to the game meant that Karofsky was going o be their too. That was madness. He didn't willing want to spend anymore time than he had o with the meathead.

"I just assumed…" Blaine said kindly.

"I don't even like basketball," Kurt said pathetically.

"I can always tell him that we can't make it. The last thing I want you to do is I make you uncomfortable." Blaine said knowing that he was giving Kurt a chance to change his mind without looking stupid.

Kurt felt childish. He could have easily apologised and said no he would go to the game but his stubborn streak stopped him. "I think it's best you do that."

Blaine looked disappointed but he didn't argue. "Okay. Well, I have to go do that homework I was telling you about so…"

Kurt nodded and kissed the boy on the cheek before heading to his own dorm room. Entering the room, he locked the door behind him and rummaged through his desk draw to seek what he was searching for. A small scrap of paper with some digits on it. When he was at home on the weekend he had trawled through Finn's cell phone and found Karofsky's number. Copying it down Kurt had replaced Finn's phone before he'd noticed. He had told himself that the number may come in handy if this thing with Kyle and Blaine was to spiral out of control. He figured he needed to get Karofsky onside with keeping Kyle away from Blaine. And even though they weren't the best of friends, they both wanted to keep their boyfriends, that was for sure.

Kurt played with the torn out page and carefully thumbed Karofsky's number into his iPhone. He couldn't bring himself to save it as Dave. That sounded like they were friends. Karofsky would have to do.

Pressing the letters quickly he sent his first text message to his former bully. Hello

He didn't have to wait long for a reply. Whos dis?

Kurt rolled his eyes at the abbreviated language. He should have expected that the jock didn't know how to spell. I have to say I'm surprised. I would think as my former stalker, you would have my number in your contacts list.

He stared at his phone hoping that it wouldn't take the Neanderthal too long to work out. It didn't. He got a one word reply. Hummel?

Kurt smiled despite the strange situation. Why was he doing this again? He couldn't remember. But he sent a quick text back. Yes?

It took a while longer for the next message to arrive. At first Kurt thought Karofsky wasn't going to reply but soon enough his phone beeped. Y da hell u txting me? Fuk. How du get ma no.? It took a while for Kurt to decipher what the other teen had said. This was ridiculous; they were getting nowhere.

Look Karofsky, I will be calling you shortly. Please have the courtesy to pick up.

Kurt looked at his phone again before he psyched himself up. He was about to called the guy that he had been terrified of less than four months ago. After two minutes, he pressed the call button and waited. It rung four times before it connected. The voice on the other end of the line didn't sound too happy.

"What do you want?" Karofsky said gruffly. Kurt thought he sounded as if he had just woken from a nap. Maybe that explained his grouchy behaviour. Either way, did he really have to be so rude? The boy really had to learn some manners. He wasn't sure how Kyle put up with it.

"Well, hello to you too," Kurt said sarcastically. He wanted to let Karofsky know that being polite never hurt anyone, no matter what the situation.

"Cut the crap. What do you want?" Karofsky's voice was still groggy. For a fleeting moment, Kurt thought that if the other boy tried, his voice could have sounded almost sexy in that tone.

He didn't express his thoughts out aloud. "What makes you think I want anything?" he said. Kurt didn't get a reply but he imagined Karofsky on the other end of the line getting irritated by his stalling. He grinned, knowing that he could get under the jock's skin so easily. There was something quite refreshing about bickering with someone. Realising that neither of them had spoken in a while Kurt thought of a different approach. "Are you going to Kyle's game on Saturday?"

"What's it to you?" The tone on the other end of the line was suspicious. After all, who was Kurt to question the other boy's weekend activities?

"Just wondering, seeing as Blaine and I are invited," said Kurt lightly, secretly hoping that the Karofsky boy would explode at the thought of Kurt and Blaine being at his boyfriend's game.

But he didn't. Instead, Kurt heard Karofsy take in a sharp breath. "So what do you want?"

"I want your boyfriend to stop talking to mine," Kurt said bluntly.

"I'm not going to force him to stop talking to Pretty Boy. He can be friend with whoever he wants. I ain't getting involved."

Kurt hadn't expected that. He had just thought that Karofsky would threaten Kyle to stop talking to Blaine and everything would go back to normal. "Fine, well what do we do?"

"I don't give a fuck," said Karofsky.

There was a few seconds of silence and Kurt wasn't sure if he had put the phone down.

"Hey Karosky?"

"What?" he said again in the irritated voice.

Kurt wasn't sure how to bring it up. "That Marc Jacobs hat…"

"I returned it." The reply was swift, indicting to Kurt that the bigger boy didn't want to talk about it. And that was justified, but Kurt couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. That hat had meant to be for him; Karofsky could have at least attempted a second time, to give it to Kurt.

Suddenly an idea hit the soprano. "I propose Blaine and I come to the game, and we, as in me and you, pretend we're getting along. They'll soon realise they aren't good for each other. I'm sure this thing they have between them will fizzle out soon."

Dave replied indifferently. "Whatever."

Kurt knew what he had to say next, taking a deep breath he started. "Karofsky?"

"What now?"

Kurt was taken aback by the harsh tone. "I just wanted to say I was sorry. It was uncalled for. I apologise for any offence I may have caused. And obviously my opinion isn't shared by everyone. Kyle for one thinks you're a 'sexy beast'." Kurt paused hoping to get some sort of acknowledgement for the apology. He didn't get one, so he continued. "So now that's out of the way, and seeing as we have been unjustly required to spend time in each others company, I think we should be friends. What do you say?" Kurt passed again waiting for his reply. He didn't get the one that he wanted.

"Nice to know you really do think I'm butt ugly. Well fuck you, Hummel." Karofsky said without emotion.

Kurt froze for a second before trying to backtrack. He hadn't meant for it to come out like that. "No, I didn't mean it like-"

"And we are not friends!" was the last thing that Karofsky said before he hung up the phone.

Kurt thought that the whole thing was preposterous. How was he meant to scheme with a guy that kept having temper tantrums? Honestly, the boy was seventeen, he really should learn some self control. And Kurt had even apologised to him. He wasn't going to make that same mistake again.

Sitting at his desk, Kurt text Blaine to tell him that he had changed his mind and that the basketball game would be a good idea.

Dave wanted to scream. What was Hummel's problem? Why couldn't he just leave him alone? Did he really want Dave to punch him? Because that's where he was heading. One day that bitch's mouth was gonna get him in trouble.

Fucking idiot.

Acting all high and mighty. Thinking he was the bigger man. Dave cursed again. He didn't get why he let Hummel get to him. After all, the guy was a dick. He'd already come to that conclusion. But somewhere in the back of his mind Dave knew that the other boy would always have that one thing over him.

That fucking kiss.

Dave slammed a fist into his pillow and hit Kyle's name on his phone. He swore a third time when his boyfriend didn't pick up. What the hell was going on? Pretty Boy and his side-kick had somehow managed to completely fuck up his life without even trying. He wasn't going to let the smarmy bastard get the better of him.

He tensed even further when his eyes floated to the box that housed the hat that he had brought for Hummel. He didn't even know why the fuck he had kept it. So he had lied to the other boy. What was he meant to do? Tell Hummel he could have the fucking thing if he wanted. Fuck that. That shit had cost him, okay, not all of his savings, but some.

It wasn't as if Hummel would even like it. And it was probably the wrong colour and size. After all, it wasn't as if he had picked it out with a girl or anything. Az hadn't even known about his stupid crush back then. And the crush was back then. Dave had absolutely no feelings expect hate for that prick anymore.

Man he felt so stupid. Why did Hummel do this to him? It was like torture. The guy knew he was happy and somehow his fucking gaydar went into overdrive. And then here he was all unannounced into Dave's life, fucking it up again.

He wondered whether he should call Az and ask him what to do, but he thought better of it. What was he supposed to say? I think your cousin likes this other dude and that's pissing me off. Oh and Hummel is being mean to me, please sort him, because I'm a fucking pansy that can't do anything right? Az would fucking kill him if he ever said shit like that. It was obvious that he was just going to have to suck it up and take everything that was thrown at him. He would show Hummel that he was an awesome boyfriend and then he'll be jealous that he didn't have Dave as a boyfriend.

Not that he would ever want Dave as a boyfriend. He made that fucking clear.

Man, Hummel was so shallow. He wasn't even as hot as he thought he was, floating around in his girl clothes and shit.

But Dave's inner monologue was interrupted as there was a knock on his bedroom door. Kyle wondered in dripping with what looked like either water or sweat. "Hey sexy," he said striding over to his boyfriend's bed.

Dave grimaced remembering what Kurt had indirectly said. "Why do you always call me that?"

"'Cause you are? The quicker you accept that the quicker I'll stop saying it." Kyle pushed his sweaty ass into Dave's lap as he straddled him. "Up for a little work out?" he said kissing Dave roughly and lifting his shirt off simultaneously. Dave thoughts went blank. All of a sudden he couldn't really remember why he was so angry. All he knew at that moment was Kyle made him feel good about himself and he wouldn't trade that for anything.

As they lay on Dave's bed in the afterglow, Dave reached out swung his arm around his boyfriend. He usually wasn't one for cuddling but something about that day made Dave want to feel closer to Kyle for just a while longer. But it seemed the fates were against him as Kyle's phone vibrated.

Dave felt the warmth of Kyle's body leave him as he clambered to the bedside table and read the message. Dave didn't miss the goofy grin on his face. "Blaine and Kurt are coming to my game on Saturday. How awesome is that?"

Dave forced a smile. "That's great Kyle." He was going to be okay with this. There was no point in loosing his temper over some stupid little text. He mentally thanked Hummel for giving him the heads up about the game. He didn't know that he would have remained so calm in front of Kyle, if he hadn't have known.

Kyle's grin was still in place. "You know, Blaine sings. He's like that Ewan McGregor dude."

"Hummel's got pretty bad ass skills in the singing department too, you know." Dave said absentmindedly, but pulled a face when Kyle gave him a look. "What? I hate the guy, but I'm not deaf. He's got pipes, that all I'm saying."

"Anyway, he asked me to sort out some moves for some singing competition or something. Seriously, I thought that the dude would be all up himself because he's from one of those kind of schools but he's totally one of us," Kyle said while texting who Dave assumed was Blaine. Dave wondered how often they contacted each other.

Dave sighed inwardly. Did they really have to talk about how great Hummel's boyfriend was? "Yeah, he's like super cool or something." Damn that sounded cynical, thought Dave.

Kyle noticed the tone and looked up from his phone. "You got a problem with him?"

Dave made some sort of lame ass excuse. "He's Hummel's boyfriend. Of course I have a problem with him."

Out of the blue, Kyle came out with a fucked up question, even by his standards. "Do you still like Kurt?"

Dave sputtered. "WHAT? You must be joking? The guys a complete bitch. Why would I want a guy like that when I have a guy like you?" Dave smiled hoping to get one it return. After all, the Karofsky boys weren't known for their touchy-feely shit.

Dave thought he imagined Kyle wince, but the other boy placed a long lingering kiss on his lips. "Best boyfriend ever," he whispered, almost sadly, before dressing himself and leaving Dave more confused than ever.

Dave stared at the door for a few more seconds befoe retriving his phone. He sent a message to Hummel. Just 2 make it clear, we aint friends Hummel. But txt me wen u get 2 da game. This shit is fucked up.

Leaning back on his pillow, Dave sighed. How did he get himself into this mess?

Sorry about the dialogue overload. I wanted the phone conversation in this chapter…I know random

Poor davey! Kurt speaks without thinking sometimes.

Unrelated point, I read the sports section of the paper with my breakfast and as soon as the words super bowl are seen I'm like all over that…the article didn't mention glee, why did I expect it to? LOL!

So what did you guys think? A realistic phone conversation between Kurt and Dave?

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