Author's Note: So here I am, all comfy in my bed at 2:54am right after I shut down everything for the night when Bam! A new idea comes into my mind. I kept telling myself that I would remember it in the morning. I think being sick has made me delusional. Also, definitely check out Dreaming-Of-A-Nightmare's fic Loathing, because I adore it. As always, I will never ever own Glee. And: End Rambling.
"Tell me a secret."
Kurt raised an eyebrow from his spot on his bed. He was lying on his back and listening to P!nk's 'Missaundaztood' album when he broke the silence between songs. Kurt rolled over onto his side to see Dave staring at him with a questioning look on his face. "What do you want to know?" he asked cautiously.
"I don't know. I just wanna learn about you. "
Kurt sat up and started thinking about it for a moment. "I can hit a high F."
"Damn Hummel, what are you some freak in bed?"
"Not like that you imbecile!" Kurt shouted, although it was masked with laughter. "I meant when I sing!"
Dave looked at him with more confusion on his face and Kurt remembered that he had no idea what he was talking about. Dave wasn't in New Directions. "I wanted a chance at a solo in Glee club and Schuester but me and Berry up for a Diva Off-" Kurt chose to ignore the small snort that left Dave at the name and continued. "My dad picked up the phone for the first time to hear someone tell him that his son was a fag."
Kurt pretended not to notice the flinch that Dave gave at the word, and he swallowed hard, looking down at his hands. "I couldn't just get up and sing a woman's song after everything my dad was going through…so I blew the note."
Dave stared at him for a moment before standing up and sitting at the end of his bed, he placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder before sighing softly. "I'm sorry. About everything." He spoke softly, looking up at Kurt. "Maybe you can help me with something?"
"David, come on. It's just a stupid Facebook update!" Kurt hummed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned over the other boys shoulder. Dave just turned to stare at him incredulously.
"In case you haven't noticed. But this is me coming out to everybody, Kurt. After being probably the biggest bully to you for being gay. I'm going to get so much shit!" he sighed in distress. Kurt sat next to him on the bed, shoving him over a little bit with his shoulder.
"Alright, think about it this way. It's only the end of June. School starts in September. That's almost three entire months for people to get used to the idea. So by time you go back to school, it will be old news" Kurt spoke simply.
Dave looked at him for a moment before a smile fell on his face. "You're really smart."
"Of course I am, now do it."
Dave looked at the screen and pressed the 'save changes' button as he watched the latest update form on his newsfeed.
Dave Karofsky has changed his interested in to: Men.
Kurt watched skeptically as Dave opened his laptop a few hours later and logged onto Facebook, a small look of shock on his face.
"Dude, you won't believe this."
"First of all, my name is Kurt. Not dude. And what is it?" Kurt asked, trying to keep his tone uninterested. He took a few steps forward and sat down next to Dave.
"Okay Kurt, get this. The entire New Directions liked the change." He laughed.
Kurt leaned forward to read the notification, and sure enough, each member of McKinley's New Direction's liked Dave's change of interest. He let out a small laugh and smiled while turning to look at Dave with a large smirk.
"Aww, look! Davie made some new friends!"
Dave growled and raised a fist in a mock punch, cracking his knuckles in the process. He would have found the move terrifying a few months ago, but not anymore. Now he just found it hysterical and burst into even more laughter. He wasn't used to the ability to be able to just let go sometimes and have fun.
"You know, I like you a hell of a lot more when you're not pulling the whole Ice Bitch routine."
Kurt looked at him for a second in confusion. "Should I be flattered?"
"Definitely."
"You son of a bitch! What the hell! I hate your fucking guts!"
Kurt watched in shock as Dave punched him, one after the other until he was lying in a heap on the ground. Dave turned to him with a smirk before the both started laughing hysterically.
"Damn Hummel, calm down. It's a frigging game!" Dave laughed, taking a sip of his coke, trying not to spit it everywhere.
Kurt huffed, crossing his arms through his laughter. "It may just be a game, but I was winning! And then you started cheating!" he growled.
"I did not cheat! Maybe you just suck?" Dave's eyes widened as the small soprano suddenly lunged at him, effectively pinning him before they fell off of the couch in a loud thud, popcorn and chips falling around them and Dave's soda threatening to tip over and fall on both of their heads.
"Take it back!" Kurt demanded, sitting on the jocks stomach in satisfaction. He tried really hard to not think about the fact that he was practically straddling Dave, and it made him think of many different things that he should definitely not be imagining. He turned a shade of red but stood his ground.
"Okay, I take it back! You're the best player. Now let me up!" he groaned. Kurt smiled down at him. He knew the larger male could easily just push him off or lift up away. But instead he just decided to play around and let Kurt have his fun.
And if he felt a small flutter in his chest, well. No one could prove it.