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Chapter 3

Back in Dave's hospital room, his dad had taken up the seat by his bedside. As they talked, Paul would occasionally pop a grape into his mouth while his son nibbled unenthusiastically on the hospital food.

"With any luck we'll have you home tomorrow," Paul said with a smile. "I'll cook you some proper food."

"Thanks," Dave replied with a weak smile.

"I think it's probably best if you have another week or two off school," Paul stated. "Then when you're feeling a bit better we'll concentrate more on your studies and get you caught up. And I guess it will be good for you to carry on with the sports. And you can invite your friends round whenever you want."

"Where's mum?" Dave asked in a small voice staring down at his plate.

"She couldn't get time off work," Paul answered, the lie evident in his tone. "Things are really busy at the office."

"So she still can't stomach the sight of me," Dave muttered bitterly dropping his knife and fork and shoving the tray of food away from him.

"Your mother loves you, David," Paul told him pushing the food back towards his son. "Now come on, you need to eat."

"Do you hate me, dad?" Dave asked despairingly looking up at the older Karofsky with tears in his eyes.

"Of course I don't hate you," Paul answered patting his hand comfortingly. "And your mum doesn't hate you either. She just doesn't understand you. Give her time and she'll come around."

"Yeah, right," Dave scoffed.

"She will," Paul insisted. "Not everybody knows how to react or what to do or say when their son or daughter grows up to be gay. Even Burt Hummel doesn't have all the answers. I went to school with Burt you know," Paul revealed. "He was in the grade above me. He was the star of the Football team and dating the head cheerleader. He was one of the most popular kids in school. And the kid I went to school with isn't the same mature and accepting man he is now. The Burt I went to school with would have beaten the crap out of a kid like Kurt just for being… different. But that kid changed and he's become a great man. One who will love and support his son no matter what. If a guy like Burt can change his attitude then so can your mum."

"But what if she doesn't?" Dave asked quietly.

"Then you've still got me," Paul pointed out with tears brimming in his eyes as he moved in to hug his son. "I'll always love you Dave, don't forget that."

"Dad?" Dave asked shakily when they broke the hug. "Can I transfer back to McKinley?"

"Are you really sure that's what you want?" Paul asked him.

"I think so," Dave nodded.

"Right, well, think it over for a day or two," Paul suggested. "And if you're sure McKinley is what you want I'll get it all sorted."

"Ok," Dave agreed before picking at some more of his hospital food.

"So?" Paul asked after popping another grape in his mouth. "Your friends here earlier, are they all gay? I know Kurt is and I'm sure I've seen the kid with the Mohawk at your football games before but I didn't recognise the other boy."

"Well Puck's the one who got Quinn pregnant," Dave said.

"Oh yes, I remember hearing about that," Paul nodded. "Poor kids."

"Yeah," Dave replied. "And I met Sebastian at a gay bar," he said honestly.

"Ok, um, are you and he…?" Paul left the question hanging in the air.

"No, it's not like that," Dave answered.

"Ok, what about you and Kurt?" Paul asked and Dave shifted in discomfort.

"We're just friends," Dave said and Paul could tell there was something more going on but he didn't press his son for further details.

XXX

Standing in front of his full length mirror, Kurt surveyed his reflection from a variety of angles trying to decide if his outfit was acceptable. He'd never been to a gay club before, or indeed any kind of club. Truth be told he was incredibly nervous and very tempted to text Puck and cancel with the excuse of being ill. Perhaps he would have done if it weren't for the fact he knew Sebastian would tease him endlessly for chickening out.

"Ok," Kurt told himself as he studied his mirror image. "This is fine. Everything is going to be fine, better than fine. I look good," he assured himself as he looked his outfit over. A pair of black skinny jeans and a nicely fitted purple shirt, not too tight but not too loose. "I'm not showing too much skin, I don't look trashy but I don't look like a total prude either. This is good, this is good." He checked his hair and frowned slightly as he deliberated. "I need more hairspray," he decided.

"Dude, why are you talking to yourself?" Finn asked from the doorway.

"Why are you spying on me?" Kurt retorted.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to watch a DVD," Finn replied offering a dopey smile.

"No thank you," Kurt replied adding some more spray to his hair while Finn looked on. "I'm going out tonight."

"Where?" Finn asked.

"I'm having a night with the girls," Kurt said.

"No you're not," Finn stated knowingly. "I know for a fact that Rachel has plans with her dads tonight."

"Yeah, well, Rachel wasn't invited on the grounds that she's highly annoying and we all struggle to like her," Kurt commented.

"Tina has a date with Mike," Finn said. "I know because in last period Tina wouldn't stop complaining about the fact Mike's mum goes on all their dates."

"Right, well, Tina couldn't come either," Kurt mumbled as he sat on the edge of his bed and got to work on lacing up his Doc Martins.

"And Mercedes just posted on Facebook that her brother's home from college for the week and they're having a brother/sister DVD night," Finn added and Kurt let out a groan. "I gotta admit I find it a little weird that you'd spend a night with just Santana, Brittany, Quinn and Sugar. I guess I didn't realise how close you were."

"I guess you didn't," Kurt retorted.

"You know, its extra weird since things have been really tense between you and Quinn lately," Finn continued to say. "We all know her reaction to Dave trying to kill himself really pissed you off. Now you're spending a girly night with her? Kinda weird, little brother."

"Well what's life without a little weirdness," Kurt said as he finished tying his second boot.

"Ok, come on," Finn prompted as he closed Kurt's bedroom door. "What's really going on, dude?"

"None of your business, Finn," Kurt answered.

"Hey, don't be like that," Finn complained. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I don't need your protection," Kurt responded. "As far as dad and Carole are concerned, I'm having a sleepover with the girls. I'd really appreciate it if you could just go along with the charade."

"Only if you tell me where you're really going," Finn compromised and Kurt scowled at him. "Look, Kurt, I just wanna know where you are, who you're with and know that you're safe. And if you're not staying at one of the girls' houses where the hell are you staying?"

"Fine," Kurt relented. "I'm going out to Scandals."

"Huh?" Finn asked completely clueless.

"It's a gay club," Kurt explained. "I'm going with a friend from Dalton, well, 'friend' might be too strong a word but that's really not the point. And I'm spending the night at Puck's."

"Huh?" Finn repeated.

"Just tell yourself I really am spending the night with the girls," Kurt suggested. "You'll feel less confused that way. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said grabbing a thin black jacket, wallet, phone and keys.

XXX

Puck and Kurt arrived at Scandals together. They approached the man at the door and waved their totally unconvincing fake IDs in front of him. Even though Puck had assured Kurt they would get inside without any problems, Kurt was still amazed when they were permitted entry.

"Come on," Puck said draping an arm around Kurt's shoulders. "Allow me to buy you your first drink."

"Ok," Kurt nodded sticking close to Puck as they moved across the room to the bar. Perching on a bar stool, Kurt looked about the club, finding the environment to be a little bit intimidating. "I'm still not convinced this was a good idea."

"Relax," Puck advised passing him a bottle of beer. "You can completely be yourself here, no judgement and no… what do you call them? Neanderthals, there are no Neanderthals. Just try and have some fun."

"So how often do you come here?" Kurt asked.

"Is that a chat-up line?" Puck teased and Kurt glared. "Not that often really. Once every couple of months maybe."

"Did you ever see Dave here?" Kurt asked him.

"Once," Puck nodded. "We talked a little. Just about sports and stuff you know. Neither of us really questioned or acknowledged the fact that we were hanging in a gay club."

"What about Sebastian, did you ever see him here?" Kurt asked.

"Not that I remember," Puck shrugged. "Oh, talk of the Warbler," he commented gesturing to the door where Sebastian had just entered, swaggering inside the club as if he owned it.

"Urgh, and he's heading right this way," Kurt complained. "Do I have to acknowledge his existence?"

"It'd be rude if you didn't," Puck pointed out. "Might even hurt his feelings."

"Hey Puck," Sebastian greeted signalling to the bartender for a beer. "And Kurt, I almost didn't recognise you dressed in boys clothes."

"Dude, come on," Puck said before Kurt could make a snide retort. "Tonight's supposed to be about fun."

"Insulting one another is fun," Sebastian defended.

"Whatever, just cut it out, at least for tonight," Puck said. "We're just three teenage boys who are sort of friends, and we're gonna have some drinks and bust some serious moves on the dance-floor. Alright?"

"Ok," Sebastian nodded.

"Sure," Kurt agreed.

"Good," Puck held up his beer bottle. "To Dave," he declared.

"To Dave," Kurt and Sebastian echoed as they all clinked their bottles together before drinking.

"Ok, who wants to dance?" Puck asked a short while later after finishing his second beer.

"I will," Sebastian answered.

"You coming, Kurt?" Puck asked.

"No, thank you," Kurt replied as he crossed one leg over the other. "I think I'll just stay here and finish my drink," he said pulling the straw of his cocktail back into his mouth.

"You do that, Gay Face," Sebastian said patting him on the shoulder before snatching hold of Puck's wrist and leading him to the dance-floor.

With a sigh, Kurt watched his two companions out on the dance-floor. He wasn't entirely sure what to think about their overly sexual dance moves. As Puck and Sebastian rutted against one another, Kurt couldn't help but cringe a little. He didn't particularly want to watch them grind and writhe against each other but he struggled to look away.

Cocking his head to the side, Kurt found himself questioning Puck's sexuality. He'd always just accepted Puck as being straight, but Kurt wasn't convinced many straight boys would rub their crotch against another boy's ass. Not in a town like Lima anyway. And Santana and Brittany had both slept with countless boys yet they still enjoyed their sweet lady kisses.

Finishing his cocktail, Kurt politely asked the bartender for another. He pulled his eyes away from Puck and Sebastian on the dance-floor and twirled his straw through the liquid. Taking a sample sip of his fresh drink, Kurt was aware of an older male taking the seat beside him. He instantly felt uncomfortable and determinedly refrained from making eye-contact as he spun on his stool to face the dance-floor again. Looking out, he discovered that Puck had stripped off his t-shirt and stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans.

"I haven't seen you here before," the man beside Kurt commented.

Straw between his lips, Kurt nervously turned to face the person sitting next to him. At a guess, Kurt would say the man was in his early twenties. He was of average height, average weight and average looks. He was tapping his foot on the floor in time to the music as he surveyed Kurt with a friendly half smile, a bottle of beer in his hand and a silver hoop pierced through his ear. He dressed similar to Sam and Finn and in Kurt's opinion he could easily pass as straight.

"Not a big talker, huh?" the man asked teasingly, still offering Kurt that friendly half smile.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," Kurt mumbled immediately wishing he'd said absolutely anything else.

"I'm Jack," the brunette introduced himself extending his hand to Kurt.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt replied shaking Jack's hand, noticing the rainbow bracelet circling Jack's wrist.

"Nice to meet you, Kurt," Jack said and Kurt responded with a strained smile. "Let me guess, first time in a gay club?"

"First time in any club actually," Kurt admitted as he twirled his straw in his drink some more.

"Well you don't need to look so scared," Jack told him. "Not in here."

Lifting his head, Kurt scanned his eyes about the room, watching the interaction going on around him. The entire situation still felt like a whole new world to him, but he didn't feel quite so intimidated anymore and he realised the environment wasn't as threatening as he first thought it to be.

"So, which one is your boyfriend?" Jack asked indicating towards Puck and Sebastian.

"Neither," Kurt answered quickly and Jack quirked an eyebrow in amusement at the look of disgust on Kurt's face. "They're just… friends. I'm not even sure if Puck's gay."

"Puck?" Jack repeated.

"The one with the mohawk," Kurt shrugged.

"Oh, Kurt, you're blessed with good looks, kid, but your gaydar is lacking," Jack informed him. "Your friend Puck is definitely gay."

"How can you be so sure?" Kurt questioned. "You don't even know him. Besides, he's slept with practically every woman in town. He even has a daughter."

"That doesn't mean a thing," Jack replied. "He's dancing topless in a gay bar and he's clearly enjoying it. Besides, calling himself 'Puck', sounds like a Shakespeare fan to me. And what is the character Puck if not a mischievous little fairy?"

"I doubt he even realises his nickname has a connection with a character from a Shakespeare play," Kurt said. "Puck is just short for his surname, Puckerman."

"Ok, maybe I'm wrong about the Shakespeare," Jack relented. "But that friend of yours is definitely gay."

"Gay, straight," Kurt commented. "It makes no difference to me."

"If you say so," Jack smiled gulping down some of his beer while Kurt looked at him quizzically, unsure what he meant by such a comment. "Now, Kurt," Jack said setting his empty bottle on the bar and moving off his stool. "You are too gorgeous a guy to stay sitting at the bar all night," he stated and Kurt ducked his head and blushed. "So, I'm going to ask you to dance with me and I'm really hoping you'll say yes or I will feel like a complete idiot for the remainder of the night."

"Um, I…" Kurt hesitated. Catching sight of Sebastian and Puck throwing themselves about on the dance-floor, Kurt decided he deserved to have fun too. "Ok, one dance."

"That's all I ask," Jack grinned holding his hand out to Kurt.

Setting his half-finished drink aside, Kurt kept his eyes averted as he slipped his hand into Jack's and hopped down off the stool to follow him onto the dance-floor. At first, he felt awkward and unsure of himself. He certainly didn't want to writhe against somebody he'd only just met. But Jack behaved like a gentleman and didn't pressure Kurt for any kind of dirty dancing. In a short time, Kurt calmed enough to let go and enjoy himself.

"Sorry Puck," Sebastian apologised. "I think I've just found better company. Keep an eye on the princess," he said patting Puck's shoulder before moving by him to dance with a cute blonde. "Hey," Sebastian greeted as he wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist. "You look a lot like my next hook-up."

"Yeah?" the blonde replied with a grin as he wiggled his hips sensuously. "Where do you want me?"

"My car's right outside," Sebastian informed him, speaking the words into the blonde's ear before turning around and swaggering out of the club, not bothering to check if the blonde bombshell was following him. "Well, well," Sebastian commented as the older blonde stepped out of the club and joined him in the parking lot. "You look even hotter out here in the dark."

"I've seen you here a few times before," the blonde said as Sebastian pulled him towards him by means of his belt. "I've checked you out thinking you were hot. You never seemed to notice me though."

"Well then I guess its your lucky night," Sebastian smirked opening the backseat of his car.

"Maybe," the blonde replied cheekily as he slipped into the backseat. "If you can live up to my fantasies and expectations."

"It just so happens that I'm even better than any fantasy you could possibly have," Sebastian informed him arrogantly as he crawled in after him, pulling the car door shut and settling himself on top of the blonde and practically attacking his mouth as he worked to remove both their pants.

"I just want you to know," the blonde said once both their pants and underwear were tangled around their ankles. "That I don't usually do this. Normally I like to get to know a guy better before I let him take advantage of my body."

"If you say so," Sebastian responded expertly removing his shirt before grabbing the lube and condom he had deliberately left on the driver's seat.

"I just don't want you to get the wrong impression and think I'm a slut," the blonde told him fluttering his eyelashes innocently and coming across like a little school girl gushing over her first love letter rather than a guy about to get fucked in the backseat of a car.

"Suck me," Sebastian requested thinking a blow-job would be the easiest way to shut the guy up.

The blonde's eyes widened and he struggled with Sebastian's length a bit at first but he soon adopted an acceptable speed and rhythm. He gripped his hand in the blonde's hair, guiding his movements, the angle and position rather awkward in the space of his car.

"Enough," Sebastian stated pulling away from the blonde's lips and handing him the condom. "Put it on me," he ordered and the older male hastened to obey. "Turn over," he said deciding that he didn't want to look this particular hook-up in the face. Of course, he rarely ever did.

Grabbing the lube, Sebastian got to work on preparing the blonde and stretching him open.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" the blonde asked with a moan as he pushed back against the fingers inside him. "Mine's Zack," he offered. "Well?" he pressed when Sebastian failed to answer with his own name. "What's your name? I'd like to know so I can scream it out while you fuck me."

"It's Dave," Sebastian lied without thinking and he froze in his movements as his mind processed the false name he had just provided.

"Dave, why'd you stop?" Zack asked clenching his anal walls around Sebastian's fingers. "Things were just getting good. Come on, don't be a tease, I'm ready. Fuck me."

Removing his fingers, Sebastian lined his cock up with Zack's entrance and pushed inside.

"Oh yeah," Zack breathed out as his asshole opened up to accommodate him. "Mmm, Dave," he moaned and Sebastian winced at the sound of the name. "I'm ok," Zack assured seeming to interpret Sebastian's lack of movement as giving him time to adjust. "You can move now."

Taking a steadying breath, Sebastian slowly pulled most of the way out before rapidly thrusting back in. Zack gasped below him and crumbled from the force of Sebastian's movements. His face dropped to rest on the car seat, just his ass remaining in the air due to Sebastian's tight grip on his hips.

"Dave, Dave, Dave," Zack chanted.

"Shut up," Sebastian snapped at him and Zack whimpered a little.

"Mmm, Dave," Zack moaned just as Sebastian was really getting into things.

"Be quiet," Sebastian hissed pressing his hand over Zack's mouth so he wouldn't have to hear him call out the name 'Dave' again. "You still good?" Sebastian checked and Zack nodded, pushing back against him.

XXX

Back inside Scandals, Kurt was still dancing with Jack and Puck was running around topless switching dance partners between every song.

"Can I get you another drink?" Jack asked Kurt.

"Sure," Kurt nodded with a smile following Jack back to the bar where they had initially met.

"Name your poison," Jack said.

"Surprise me," Kurt challenged feeling adventurous. Sitting up on the stool and awaiting his drink, Kurt looked out to the dance-floor and watched Puck dance with two bears who looked to be in their forties. "That's disturbing." He couldn't see Sebastian and frowned in worry before remembering that Sebastian was Sebastian and was probably engaged in some kind of activity that would make Kurt blush.

As Jack handed him his drink, Kurt took a long mouthful and looked back out to the dance-floor, making eye-contact with Puck. The muscular teen made his way over, placing an arm around Kurt's shoulders as he joined him at the bar and adopted a menacing looking stance as he surveyed Jack.

"Hey Kurt, who's your new friend?" Puck asked.

"Puck, this is Jack," Kurt introduced making a point of shrugging Puck's arm off. "Jack, meet Puck."

"Pleasure," Jack nodded. "Drink?" he offered but Puck declined.

"So, Jack, how old are you?" Puck interrogated.

"Twenty-three," Jack replied.

"That's a little old to be hanging around school boys isn't it?" Puck asked.

"Hey," Kurt complained. "You were just dancing with two guys old enough to be your father."

"That's different," Puck said.

"Different, really, and why is that?" Kurt demanded to know.

"Because I know how to handle myself," Puck replied. "And I'm more experienced. You're… you know… innocent. I don't want some creep taking advantage of you."

"Are you sure he isn't your boyfriend?" Jack asked Kurt gazing at Puck with amusement.

"I'm sure," Kurt insisted.

"He seems pretty jealous and protective for someone who is only your friend," Jack remarked.

"Kurt's my boy," Puck stated. "I'm just looking out for him."

"I don't need a bodyguard," Kurt grumbled.

"Ok," Jack said standing up. "I should probably get going anyway, I have work in the morning. It was really nice meeting you, Kurt," he smiled. "Maybe we'll even see each other here again sometime."

"Maybe," Kurt replied. "Thanks for the drink and the dancing. I had fun."

"Good," Jack grinned. "Take care of yourself, Kurt," he said shaking the boy's hand. "Puck," he sighed clapping a hand on the mohawked teen's bare shoulder. "Be true to yourself," he advised before sending a final smile to Kurt and walking away.

"Be true to yourself," Puck repeated taking up the stool Jack had been occupying. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Oh, he thinks you're gay," Kurt told him fully expecting some kind of denial but Puck merely shrugged. "And there was no need for you to behave like that. He was just being nice."

"Nice guys are the ones to watch out for," Puck said and Kurt just rolled his eyes. "Come on, come dance with me."

"I don't know, Puck," Kurt replied. "I think I just want to call it a night."

"Dude, come on, just one dance," Puck asked. "I'll even let you feel up my arms."

"Well with an offer like that how could I refuse?" Kurt commented sarcastically. "You're covered in sweat, it's disgusting," Kurt said following his topless companion to the dance-floor.

"A little sweat just meant you party hard," Puck defended. "And it can be sexy."

"Well you think a Mohawks sexy," Kurt muttered under his breath as he shimmied awkwardly while Puck wiggled his body in time to the music. "Don't touch me, you're disgusting," Kurt warned as Puck made to move closer. "Damn it, Puckerman," he complained when Puck moved closer anyway, pressing his sweaty torso right up against Kurt and locking his arms around Kurt's waist. "You so owe me a new shirt," he said before laughing nervously as Puck rubbed up against his buttocks. "Ha, this was definitely a bad idea."

"Come on, we should go find the Warbler," Puck said responsibly.

"He's probably busy," Kurt pointed out.

"Even so," Puck shrugged. "Who knows, maybe he needs an extra hand."

Kurt didn't bother to comment. He just followed Puck out of the club and into the parking lot. They spotted Sebastian getting out of his car along with a blonde, the pair adjusting their clothes obviously having just had sex.

"So, can I see you again?" Zack asked Sebastian as Kurt and Puck approached.

"Sure," Sebastian replied. "In your dreams," he smirked and Zack cast him a dirty look before stalking off.

"How you manage to attract so many men with your awful personality is beyond me," Kurt said crossing his arms over his chest.

"It's a gift," Sebastian declared.

"I could never brush the ladies off like that," Puck said pulling his top out of his back pocket and pulling it back on. "I always liked to have a little cuddle afterwards." Kurt and Sebastian both quirked their eyebrows at him in surprise. "What? I like to snuggle," Puck shrugged. "I'm still a badass."

"Are you sober enough to drive home?" Kurt asked Sebastian.

"I only had the one drink," Sebastian pointed out. "But its sweet to know you care so much about me and my good looks. Thanks for your concern, Princess," he said pinching Kurt's cheek, the action earning him a whack to the stomach. "What about you two?" he asked seriously.

"I only had two and I'm driving," Puck answered. "Kurt's staying at mine."

"Right, well, I guess I'll see you around then," Sebastian said.

"Will you?" Kurt asked before Sebastian could slip into his car.

"What?" Sebastian questioned.

"Will you?" Kurt repeated. "Will you see us again?" he elaborated. "And what I really mean by that is will you see Dave again?"

"Dave," Sebastian sighed so quietly the other two didn't hear. "Yeah, I wanna help. If I can. Just… text me or something ok, Hummel."

"Right," Kurt nodded and Sebastian nodded back before driving off. Kurt then followed Puck to his car and they drove back to his place.

"Go ahead, take the bed," Puck told him before making himself comfortable on the floor with a pillow and a sleeping bag.

"Thanks," Kurt said and he slipped under the covers of Puck's bed, changing under the quilt so Puck wouldn't see anything. "Um, what is that?" Kurt asked feeling something uncomfortable digging into his head from under the pillow.

"Nothing," Puck answered too quickly to be believable, jumping up from his makeshift bed on the floor.

Curious, Kurt lifted the pillow to find an old teddy-bear that Puck quickly snatched up and held close to his chest.

"Don't say a word," Puck warned.

"My lips are sealed," Kurt promised forcing himself not to laugh at the sight of Noah Puckerman clutching a teddy-bear to his chest.

"I'm still a badass," Puck insisted and Kurt just smiled before rolling over and bidding Puck goodnight.

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