Dave spent the better part of the weekend sitting in his room, reliving the events of Friday night.

He wavered from feelings of shame and guilt, to feeling flushed and turned on, because even if Kurt was only using him, it felt good. Kurt wasn't rough or abusive, and actually tried to make Dave more comfortable in the act itself, but he had left immediately afterward.

Dave walked into school on Monday determined to just ignore Kurt, because it was easier than having to constantly wonder what was going in Kurt's mind or trying to psychoanalyze what had led to Dave face down on his bed with Kurt's cock up his ass.

Easier said than done though as Kurt was the first person he saw as he put his books in his locker. Kurt stared at him brazenly then turned on his heel with his head held high in the air and strutted off.

Fuck.

Dave spent all of homeroom watching him and at lunch he couldn't keep his eyes off Kurt as he licked a lollipop while talking to Jones and the Asian Goth girl.

Kurt caught him staring at winked at him before turning his attention back towards his friends.

The rest of the week was torture for Dave, who was pretty sure that Kurt was purposely trying to kill him every time they ran into each other in the halls.

Friday was the football game finally and Dave spent all game taking his aggression out on the other team's defense as he blocked for Finn Hudson.

Dave was extremely nervous right after as he showered and got ready to dress. Z and Hudson had told him he was going to the after party no matter what, because they demanded a rematch in Grand Theft Auto.

He had tried to complain about a migraine, but Z only pushed some Tylenol in his hands. Then he complained about homework and Finn told him Abrams would do his homework for him.

Dave really had no other excuse and telling them, "Sorry, but I just don't want to see your brother because I lost my virginity to him the last time I went to a party, and I don't want it to be awkward," would go over really well.

The only way he knew he would make it through the party was to start drinking early, and that is exactly what he did.

He was well on his way to being nicely buzzed when he and Z arrived at the party.

Dave walked down the steps and took his seat beside Hudson. Hudson had his tongue shoved down Berry's throat, so he took the time to switch controllers with him while he wasn't looking. Everyone knew the black controller was the only good one, and Dave had figured it out the first time they had thrown an impromptu party at Hudson's house.

Z walked over to Jones who was busy kissing her boyfriend, another fellow football player. Leave it to Z, who was incredibly jealous that Jones had never figured out his insane crush on her, to treat her like an 8th grade boy.

"So, Jones, what's it like dating Bigfoot?"

"Fuck off, Adams. Just because you can't get a girlfriend doesn't mean you should make fun of the men who do have game."

Z pouted and stalked off to join Dave and Finn on the couch. Dave couldn't resist teasing Z.

"You know, maybe you should try being nice to her and Tinsley. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar."

"Shut the fuck up, Big D."

Finn and Dave just high fived and laughed at Z who told them,

"I'm taking you fuckers down. We'll see who's laughing after this game."

The game lasted all of ten minutes and Dave destroyed both of them.

Finn cursed and tossed the controller at the TV. Unfortunately, Puck was walking by and it hit him in the head.

Which led to Finn and Puck wrestling on the ground.

Dave rolled his eyes and walked over to the bar in the Hudson's basement.

He noticed Kurt and Blaine were conspicuously missing and Dave realized they were probably having sex.

The thought of Kurt with anyone, especially that hobbit, made Dave's stomach turn."

He grabbed another beer and chugged it. If he was going to have to think about horribly disgusting and terrifying things he should at least be drunk.

Then Kurt opens the door to what looks like a storage room and stomps out. A very upset Blaine follows him.

Kurt stomps upstairs and Blaine goes over to Rachel and promptly burst into tears.

Dave has no idea what happened and is torn between playing it cool and going back to video games or checking on Kurt, who no one followed.

Dave knew that Kurt would probably make fun of him, but he thought someone should go see if he was okay.

Dave slowly walks up the stairs and tells Finn he's going to the bathroom.

He gets to the top and sees Kurt pacing in the kitchen.

"You okay, Hummel?"

Kurt looks up at him as Dave has broken his concentration.

"Do I look like I'm okay? No. I'm fucking NOT okay."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What do you want me to say? That I asked Blaine to have sex with me tonight and he told me 'You're not ready for sex. We're not ready for sex, we've only been dating for six months?' Or maybe that I offered to give him a blowjob instead and he told me he wasn't comfortable with doing sexual things like that with me yet? Or maybe I could tell you that when I asked him if he found me attractive and he told me he loved me, but he just couldn't think about him doing anything like that with me?"

"Fuck, Kurt. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well your sorries aren't going to get me laid or get me a boyfriend that actually wants to have sex with me."

Kurt quit pacing and then turned to stare at Dave.

"What is that look for, Fancy?"

"I just realized that you could help me."

"How? You want me to beat him for you or something? I'm over that, Hummel."

"No. I want you to fuck me."

Dave sighed at rubbed his hand over his face,

"NO, Kurt."

"Come on. It's clear that Blaine doesn't want me and I just want to feel wanted and needed and I know you like having sex with me."

"Just because I liked having sex with you, doesn't mean I'm going to just drop my pants and service you whenever you have a fight with your fucking boyfriend, Hummel."

"So, I guess then it would be okay for me to tell Blaine that I cheated on him with you and that you came screaming my name?"

Dave stared at Kurt in shock.

"You would really out me because I don't want to have sex with you?"

"I never said I would, I just asked a question."

"You're an asshole."

Kurt shrugged and removed his shirt and threw it at Dave.

"I'm going to my room, Dave and I'm going to be jerking off to the memory of last Friday night. If you'd like to join me for a repeat performance, feel free to. Or don't and live in fear of what I might or might no do."

Dave held Kurt's shirt in his hands as he watched him walk out of the kitchen and down the hall.

Dave knew he shouldn't give in, but he wasn't ready to come out and he did like the sight of a shirtless Kurt.

So he followed him.

As he walked in the room he had seen Kurt go into he realized for the first time he was in Kurt Hummel's room. He was about to get fucked in Kurt Hummel's room and that thought alone got him hard.

True to his word Kurt was already naked, with his hand working on his cock.

"Glad to see you aren't quite as stupid as you look, hamhock."

Dave just stared as Kurt stroked himself.

"You gonna get over here and provide a hand or make me do all the work while you watch?"

Dave moved then and was on the bed beside Kurt.

"You might want to take your clothes off first, genius."

"Oh, sorry."

Dave stood up and removed his jeans and boxers that rubbed over his aching cock. Then his shirt was off and he was naked.

Kurt stared up at him and Dave felt like he was on display. He knew Kurt didn't really find him attractive or even like him, but this was sex and he figured he owed it to Kurt, who was clearly dealing with issues of his own. Dave still felt horrible that he was the major cause of them and he resolved to make things right, and if it meant letting Kurt fuck him, and then he'd let him do it.

Dave got on the bed and put his hand over Kurt's cock. He made a fist and let Kurt fuck into it.

"Yeah, just like that."

"What else do you want me to do?"

"Have you ever sucked cock?"

"No."

"Well here's your first chance."

Kurt pulled Dave's head down to his groin.

Dave was extremely nervous. He felt like if he crossed this line it would be admitting he was gay and as much as he really wanted to suck Kurt off, he wasn't sure he was ready for all this.

Then Kurt was running a soft hand through Dave's hair.

"It's okay, Dave. I'll talk you through it."

Kurt sounded so affectionate and tender that Dave decided he was going to do it.

So he bent his head some more and reached his tongue out.

HE had seen enough porn to know what was expected of him and as he slipped his mouth over the tip of Kurt's cock and used to tongue to swirl around it, Kurt tightened his hand in his hair and groaned.

"Oh God. Fuck, Dave."

Dave took that a sign of encouragement and continued to lave at Kurt's cock with his tongue.

Finally Kurt pulled him off with a lewd pop.

"You are a natural at that. Wow."

Kurt was grinning at him and then he was pulling Dave up.

"Turn over, Dave."

Dave knew what was coming next and did as he was told.

Kurt grabbed a pillow and placed it under him and then pulled his ass up to him.

This time Kurt parted Dave's ass cheeks and ran his tongue over Dave's hole.

He fucking lost it. He was not expecting that and it was intense and weird and Dave shuddered.

"That feel good?"

"Unghh."

Dave could not form anything coherent as Kurt was slowly working his tongue into his hole.

"Ohhh."

"You gotta keep it down, hamhock. No one can know what's going on."

Dave lowered his head and bit the pillow in front of him.

He moaned as Kurt removed his tongue and added fingers and before Dave realized it Kurt was pushing in against him.

It felt much like the first time, but this time tingles of pleasure were already to starting to creep up Dave's legs and back.

Then Kurt angled him perfectly and thrust in and managed to hit Dave's prostate dead on.

Dave pressed his palms flat down on the bed and screamed into the pillow. Kurt was moving fast and hard and the pace was brutal. Each thrust sent Kurt's cock directly on Dave's prostate and Dave was close to blacking out from the intense pleasure.

"You…. You…"

"What, Dave?"

"SO good, I can't…"

"Can't what?"

"Come."

With that Dave was coming harder than he had ever come in his life and he floated away to some other realm of consciousness.

When he came back down Kurt was still thrusting and Dave was oversensitive and kept drifting in and out of coherent thought with each brush of his prostate.

Then Kurt thrust erratically a few times and was coming hard.

Kurt pulled out and lay on his back.

Dave couldn't move, didn't want to move. He could feel Kurt's come starting to seep out of him and he reached for the box of tissues by the bed to clean himself off, when Kurt leaned over him.

Dave wasn't sure what Kurt was doing, then Kurt's tongue was in his ass again and this time he sucking his own cum out.

Holy fucking Lord. Dave gasped and thrust into the bed. He was hard again. How was he hard again?

He groaned and grasped the sheets and Kurt continued to clean him out with his tongue.

Then Kurt turned him over.

Dave's ass was sore from the brutal pounding it had just taken, but he found himself not caring as Kurt looked down and noticed Dave's throbbing cock.

"You really do have a thing for having your ass licked don't you?"

"Apparently."

Kurt bent his head down and took Dave's cock in his mouth. Dave didn't last long as the view of Kurt between his legs and the wet, hot suction a round his cock proved too much. He came with a low groan as he spilled over Kurt's tongue. His hand tightened slightly as he held himself in Kurt's mouth until he was spent.

Kurt wiped his mouth, smiled at Dave, and said,

"Well thanks for that. I do feel much better. I trust you can see yourself out."

With that Kurt was redressing, fixing his hair, popping a few minutes in his mouth and walking out.

Dave was still in shock after having mind blowing, intense sex. He lay there for a few minutes, then got up and dressed.

He walked home sticky and sore, and as he cleaned himself in the shower he felt his hole still raw and gaping from the pounding Kurt had given him.

He went to bed that night hard again thinking about what had happened yet again, and he jerked himself off to the memory of Kurt felching (as he had discovered at googling it) him.

He got a text later that night from Z,

Where the hell did you disappear to? We were waiting for you to come back to finish the game.

Sorry, dude, I ran into Hummel and he pissed me off, so I went home. Didn't want to start a fight.

Don't mention it. Just glad to know you're okay.

Yeah I just came home and finished homework. I'll see you at practice tomorrow.

Dave went to bed thinking fighting with Kurt was actually simpler than whatever the hell they had going on right now.

The rest of the football season came and went and every Friday night Kurt would take Dave to his room and fuck him into his mattress, usually started by Blaine and Kurt having a fight over something stupid or because Kurt was horny and Blaine was being boring. Dave let him because it meant he got regular sex and the more they had sex, the more Dave realized he was falling for Kurt.

He couldn't explain it and he knew it made no sense to fall for someone who hated you and was only using you for sex, but the truth remained that he felt almost safe when Kurt was inside him, over him, around him.

Hockey was starting soon and Dave knew that there would be no more jock parties because Finn and Puck were in basketball, he was in hockey, and Z was in wrestling.

The second week in December the state playoffs were over, McKinley had made it all the way to the regional finals before losing to Lima Central Catholic.

That Friday was the last official jock party for the season and Dave and Kurt had just finished their latest round of sex when Dave pulled something out of his jacket.

He thrust the package at Kurt as they both dressed.

"I got this for you a few days ago, and since is the last party, I thought I should give it to you now. Consider it a Christmas present or something."

Kurt arched an eyebrow but took the package. He opened it.

Dave had spent hours scouring the malls in Columbus looking for the perfect gift for Kurt.

Kurt held up a black and white Marc Jacobs scarf.

"You got me a scarf?"

"Yeah, Finn told me how much you like them and I was hoping we could it use it as a truce maybe."

"A fucking scarf, Karofsky, really?"

"I just thought…"

"Really, you had a thought, I wasn't ware Neanderthals could think."

"What?"

Dave was confused, it had been weeks since Kurt last insulted him and he had no idea where this was coming from.

"Dave, are you seriously that stupid?"

"What do you mean?"

"You really think a last season Marc Jacob's scarf, which I already own by the way, is going to make up for everything you did?"

"No. I was just hoping it could be a start."

"Get this through your head, Karofsky. We are not friends; we are never going to be friends. That's not saying I don't like having sex with you, because I do, and I think we should continue this, but giving me presents isn't going to change my mind. I love Blaine."

"You love Blaine, yet continue to sleep with me?"

"I'm just waiting for Blaine and you're a nice distraction."

"So, let me get this straight, you blackmail me into sleeping with you, because you're waiting for your boyfriend to realize he wants to sleep with you?"

"No. I'm allowing you to get laid and being satisfied in the process."

"You really are something else, Kurt."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, wow, you're actually justifying your behavior by throwing my past in my face. Okay, I get it. You can't forgive me for what happened in the past, and you want to hurt me as much as I Hurt you. Well congratulations, Kurt. You just did. Because that gift was because I actually do like you and while I know it's stupid of me, I was falling for you, and I just wanted to do something nice. "

Kurt just stared at him with stoic silence,

"Anyway, I'm done with whatever this is. It's not healthy for either of us and you have Blaine, who, while clearly insane for not wanting to have sex with you, is still your boyfriend, and I'm done helping you cheat on him. Keep the scarf, burn it, use it to wipe your ass, whatever. I know that you're going to hate me for the rest of your life and I understand it. I wish things could be different, but I also know it's my own damn fault and I am sorry, Kurt. For everything. For making you feel unsafe, for stealing your first kiss, for torturing and terrorizing you, and mostly for being too scared to admit I was gay and dancing with you at our junior prom. I did want to, but I was just wasn't ready. I gotta go."

Dave put his coat on and started to walk out of Kurt's room.

"Karofsky, wait."

Dave's heart caught in his throat.

"Yes?"

"You're really willing to allow me to out you?"

"I wish you wouldn't Kurt, but if that's what it gets for you to move on from the last two years of high school, then do it. "

Dave was done caring at that point. He was walking away from Kurt and letting Kurt do whatever he wanted and if Kurt decided outing Dave and ruining his life was the only way to move on, then Dave would have to live with the consequences.

Dave went home and waited all weekend to hear from Z or Finn, considering that would be whom Kurt told first. That phone call never came.