Author's Note: Yay, two updates in the past 24 hours. Go Productivity!

-Raver

Kurt arrived a few minutes late to lunch, so he wasn't surprised when he walked through the doors to find the lunch line awfully full and slow moving. Not wanting to spend a majority of his lunch shuffling, he groaned, and walked over to where his fellow Glee members were sitting. As his slipped his bag onto to table and sat down, he smiled as he was greeted.

"Hey Kurt," Mercedes grinned, which vanished when she looked down and spotted that Kurt had no food. "Oh here baby, have this. I won't eat it anyway," she said, offering her apple.

Kurt happily accepted it, nodding to the rest of the table. "So I believe we never fully shared what we did this summer."

Brittany raised her hand, and everyone turned their heads to face her.

"Me and Santana went to the super market. But we didn't really shop, even though that's what a supermarket is for. Right? But yeah. We were pushing each other in the carts, until she ran me into a basket of toothbrushes and knocked them over. We got yelled at, so we left and made out outside. It was awesome."

Everyone looked at Santana.

Even with her dark skin, you could see her face darken to a deep red. "It's your fault, Britts. I told you not to lean."

Brittany continued talking to her best friend as Rachel spoke up.

"Well my summer was quite eventful," she beamed. "I managed to get Finn to come with me to the Phantom that was playing down in Dayton. It was truly romantic of him, if you ask me. Coming with me even when I know he isn't particularly fond of musicals! A true gentleman!"

Finn laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "I might have fallen asleep." Everyone laughed as Rachel turned to Finn with a look of utter shock and disappointment on her face.

Kurt smiled. It was nice being back with his friends. Besides the occasional outing or meet up, everyone had pretty much been separated the entire break. It wasn't until now that he had discovered what the group had done during the summer. Then again, they had no idea what he did either. As if Tina had read his mind (which honestly he wouldn't be surprised if she had; as much as he loved her, she did have that air of… mystery).

"So Kurt, what did you do?"

Kurt turned to look at her before clearing his throat. "Well I'm sorry to disappoint you all, but my summer wasn't anywhere near as exciting as any of yours." And that was true. Without Blaine, he had a lot of free time. Usually Blaine would accompany him wherever he went, or offer to take Kurt somewhere. But while his boyfriend was gone, frankly he was bored. That is until he decided to start talking to Dave.

That's right! Without thinking, Kurt suddenly blurted out.

"Oh yes! I talked to David a lot!"

Oh. Oops.

He was suddenly getting weird stares, and saw Mercedes and Rachel exchange a glance. Kurt swallowed, realizing that either they were confused to why he hung out with Dave, or…

He's Karofsky.

"Oh you know, the David from Dalton!" Kurt stuttered awkwardly, but relaxing when he saw the gazes lighten. "Have to keep in touch with old friends, you know?" His friends nodded, continuing with their own conversation as Kurt nervously pulled out his phone, suddenly wanting to text Blaine.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mercedes giving him an odd look just before she nudged his arm. "What's up, Nervous Nelly? Something goin' on?" Kurt looked up to see her smiling, but there was a look of worry in her eyes. He hated lying. Not to mention he hated lying to Mercedes, because like now, she could always tell when something was wrong.

He leaned in, still holding his phone, and covered his eyes from the other's views. "Mercedes, can you keep a secret?"

Her eyes widened as she leaned in, mimicking his position.

"You know I can, Kurt. What's wrong? Is it something with Blaine? Are you cheating on him? Did you two…" Her eyes brightened, though she raised an eyebrow. "Did you two have sex?" she hissed, just barely audible.

Kurt felt his face heat up rapidly, shoving her shoulder gently. "No! God Mercedes, no! I'm not re- We di- Mercedes!" He laughed. "Of course not, no. You know I'm not ready for… that." She nodded. "I just… I sort of left something out of my story."

Mercedes' head tilted. "And this wasn't sex?"

Kurt shot her a glare before continuing, "I didn't hang out with the Warbler David." Seeing Mercedes confusion, he sighed and lowered his voice, leaning in more. "I was with… Dave."

"Who?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Karofsky!" He hissed, watching her eyes widen yet again.

"What? Ka- What?" She shouted, causing Kurt to jump just before grabbing her arm.

"You might want to speak up Mercedes, I think those guys on the other side of the cafeteria didn't hear!" Standing up, he pulled her up and dragged her behind a pillar, getting the attention of the rest of their table. Finn started to ask where they were going, but stopped as Kurt went out of site.

Once behind the stone pillar, Mercedes crossed her arms as Kurt glanced around to see if anyone was paying any attention. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice.

"Okay boy," Mercedes uttered, giving him a harsh glare. "You best be explaining."

Now, he loved Cedes. But oh my god. She was threatening. Her tone was rough, and he could tell she wanted a straight up answer, and would not stand for anything else.

Kurt sighed, giving one last glance over his shoulder, before answering. "Look Mercedes, we're fine now. I just called him to discuss the PFFLAG we wanted to start up. No death threats, or shoves into oncoming traffic." He fixed his bangs, irritated that they were already falling onto his face. "He's even still continuing his Bully Whip duties, and making sure I get to class safely."

His best friend stared at him for a second, before shaking her head and letting her arms fall to her sides. "As much as I want to punch that boys face in - and I will if he ever touches you again- I trust your judgement." The singer sighed, shifting on her feet. "I've seen him being relatively… good in the halls, so as much as it hurt's me to say it," Mercedes shook her head, "I guess I won't have to beat your ass for considering it."

Before he could say anything, she held up her hand to stop him. "I will be watching your back though. Still don't trust him. Or like him, for that matter."

Kurt smiled, but stopped when Mercedes turned to leave. "Wait! There's something else."

Mercedes smirked. "You did have sex with Blaine?"

Slapping her arm lightly, Kurt leaned in once again. "He can sing."

"Of course Blaine- Wait," she stopped, eyebrows scrunching in confusion yet again. "Karofsky?" Kurt nodded, and she shook her head. "And what caused you to discover this?"

Suddenly images of Dave, fully naked, appeared in Kurt's mind. The water streaming down the man's back from the shower head had glimmered, making every muscle much more defined.

Some bones too.

Kurt blushed madly, sure that Mercedes could see it. He looked down at the floor before deciding against it, and looked up into her eyes. "I just heard him singing under his breath on the phone. I told him to look for something, so I was quiet on the phone. He must have forgotten I was there."

Mercedes gave Kurt an odd look before shaking it off. Whatever, he always looks like he's blushing. "Well okay. Never would have expected that."

"I asked him to join Glee." Kurt blurted out.

"Oh hell no!" Mercedes shouted, making Kurt flinch. "I said it was cool if you wanted to talk with him about Plan Flag or whatever. But Glee?" She shook her head, looking completely dumbfounded. "No one will go with it."

Kurt glared at her, but then relaxed, sighing. "It's fine, he doesn't want to anyway. We're still lame."

"Good," his friend said, hooking her arm under his and dragging him back to the table.

"But if he does want to, will you give him a chance?" Kurt shot.

Mercedes cast him a sideways glance as they reached the table, greeted with looks of confusion.

"But he better be good if I want to put up with him."

Kurt smiled, snatching Finn's poptart to his step brother's complaints, and shoving part of it in his mouth, ignoring the fact that he just swallowed about 80 empty calories.

"Oh, he's good."