Hey all, thank you so much for your patience, I'm so sorry for the delay, please don't throw grenades and shuriken at me! So, part of this chapter is a Kurt POV and then switches to a David POV. There isn't much geekery and humor in this one, so prepare for a tad bit of angst. Oh, and I thank all of you for your kind reviews and those that have been spreading the word through Tumblr and whatnot. :-)

Once again and always, I do not own Glee or any other geeky mentions that I make in this story. If I did, Glee would be rated TV-MA and would probably be put on a primetime slot for something like Cinemax or Showtime, away from the sensitive eyes of soccer moms. And also, if Max Adler weren't straight and taken, I'd claim him as my boyfriend!

David Karofsky vs. the World

Chapter 3: Kurt Hummel and the Infinite Sadness

"I think we need a break, Kurt…"

"Wait, a break?...Or are you…breaking up with me?"

"*sigh* I don't know…I think you have some feelings that you need to sort out with someone."

"What do you mean, 'someone'?"

"You know who I'm talking about Kurt, you've been totally preoccupied with the thought of him the entire night."

"Because I'm worried about him, Blaine! I don't want anything to happen to him…"

"He's not even your friend, Kurt. Not even a couple of weeks ago, you couldn't stand to be in the same county as him. And now, he's the only thing on your mind. Isn't this night supposed to be our night?"

"What's up with you? Why are you being so selfish, aren't you concerned at all about David's well-being?"

"Not if he brings it upon himself…He's a bully, Kurt, always has, always will be. Now he's just paying back for what he did to you…"

"I can't believe what I'm hearing, Blaine. I thought you were better than this, I didn't think you'd be so…vindictive…"

"He doesn't deserve your forgiveness."

"Blaine…You've made my decision for me. I don't want a break, I'm breaking up with you. No one is exempt from redemption. I understand why David did the things he did, and he had very good reason to be scared. And for you to remain so unforgiving and spiteful for something not even done to you…I…I can't have that poison in my life. You can show yourself out now."

"I understand, Kurt. I'm only looking out for your best interest, and if I were you, I'd be wary of him…Wouldn't want him to take advantage of you, he doesn't deserve you…"

Kurt- Level 9

HP: 140

SP: 80

Those words echoed in my head, my heart fell to the floor and kept on going through the earth. In one night, I had two men I cared about walk away from me…Despite what Blaine may have thought, I very much saw David as a friend, I truly did understand and forgive him for everything that was done. Any lasting doubt I had was eliminated the day he broke down and gave me his most personal apology. Now instead of wanting to run for the hills every time I see him, ruining my Doc Martins, I just want to give the Hamhock a hug and tell him that everything is gonna be okay and that it's only going to get better.

I just don't understand why Blaine had to be that way, he refuses to see that David is not a bad guy, he just had to make harmful decisions to protect his well being. And as a fellow gay man, shouldn't Blaine know full well the fear and strife associated with being gay in a not-so-accepting environment? He almost seemed…jealous of David getting attention from me…as if he suspected that I'm harboring feelings for him. I admit, I have been feeling a sort of warmth creep its way into my chest whenever I see David, but who knows what that might be…And I received so much more clarification on what that might be just this morning before class.

He…wasn't Karofsky anymore, even when he was fighting that puckhead. He wasn't throwing out insults like counterfeit Jimmy Choo or any clothes bought from Wal-Mart, he was…defending me. I could still see his fear and pain radiating off of him, but I also saw a sweet and genuine boy underneath all of that. That was the true David, I'm sure of it. I wanted to comfort him, help that scared David into the sunlight and out of the closet, he deserves to be happy. I touched his arm after the fight.

The hairs on his arm…the soft, yet toned skin…He felt so warm. He smelled so good too, not like the sweaty beast I envisioned so long ago. He wasn't even that chubby even. Sure, he had a little extra padding, but I can't picture him as any other body type looking attractive on him. What am I saying? David Karofsky is sexiest with a husky build?...Ugh…Gaga, who am I kidding, the Hamhock is sexy as hell, his polo looked especially form-fitting today, outlining his strong and beefy body. And his jeans…um… But Kurt, you're a good boy, sexual thoughts cloud your diva judgment, avert your eyes…But…Dem arms…

I'm really amazed that David was able to come out to his parents, he finally has a pillar of support to help him come to terms with being gay. I'm proud of him…it seems that already, he's beginning to be comfortable in his own skin. I know he's probably not prepared to announce in over the intercom to the entire school, but he has his parents to back him up now…as well as me…I know my friends will be totally against this, but I mean, it's not like I have romantic feelings for him or anything...Ugh…I don't even know anymore…Am I comfortable around him, yes. Do I respect him, yes. Am I attracted to him, hell yes (that whole chubby, sweaty and bald by the age of 30 thing…I didn't mean it, I wanted him off my back that time, but I wasn't expecting him to be attracted to me like that…)! Do I have those feelings for him…I don't know…maybe? I'm probably thinking about this too much, it's giving me a migraine.

Who knows, maybe I'll just go with it, and not give a Gaga-damn what everyone might say. Though, is it too soon for me to be pursuing a new prospect, not even after a week after Blaine and I broke up? What's the etiquette on waiting after breakups? I mean, we only did date for roughly a month or so, and we never did get past chaste kisses and hugs. Hands never went lower than the neck, clothes stayed on, no tongue, Final Destination only! (Forgive me, I was kicking Finn's derriere on Super Smash Bros Brawl this weekend as Lucas)…I know I'm contradicting myself, but I wanted more, I'm a teenaged gay boy, can't exactly fight rampant hormones. This is probably horrible of me to say of an ex-boyfriend, but I was getting bored, romantic kisses on the hand have lost their appeal, you can't get off to getting kissed on the hand! The fire that was there during our first kiss quickly fizzled out, as our kisses were never that intense afterward. I know I was probably being prudish previously, but that was before I knew I was desired. Though, even in the relationship with Blaine, I hardly felt desired, I didn't feel attractive…I mean, he thinks that my sexy face looks like that I'm having gas pains…

Damn! Now I'm just frustrated at him…Why is it that every guy I'm infatuated with ends up disappointing me in the end? Dad told me that true love is never instant, in fact, the most harmful love comes from infatuation. True love is apparently found through hard work and perseverance…Huh, never imagined my dad was a love philosopher…Hmm, maybe there might be some potential in getting to know David. But I don't want to take advantage of him, I know he's in a very vulnerable state and probably doesn't have the stamina to juggle a relationship and the possibility of coming out. Ugh…I'm getting ahead of myself, I've yet to actually talk to David about anything like this. Oh Gaga, if this does happen, my friends will think I finally started shopping at Ross or JC Penney…They'll think I have Stockholm Syndrome or something like that.

I really don't see the problem, so what if I might want to give dating David Karofsky a try?

"kurt…kurt…Hey, Kurt! You got a fray on your Marc Jacobs!"

"Wha? Wha?" I snap to my senses and start scanning furiously over my sweater.

"Kurt, sweetie, I wanted to get your attention, you seemed to be lost somewhere in Hummeland…" I look over to see my very divalicious Mercedes, giving me that all too known 'You don't tell me what you know and I'mma cut you' look…

"I'm just…mulling over our next fashion spree extravaganza, trying out different styles in my head, you know that I simply won't be caught dead wearing the same outfit more than once a year, that's like asking Puck to commit to monogamy if he wasn't in danger of getting his man-parts handed to him on a silver platter by Lauren." I rambled with a nervous laugh.

"Kurt, I thought we said no secrets between us…" she said with a disappointed look.

"Mercy, what are you talking about?"

"You're lying, I can tell when you ramble. And that nervous laugh at the end, uh uh, doesn't help. You know you can tell and trust me with anything."

"I'm sorry Mercedes…I know I can trust you, you're my totally fab hag…but part of this isn't mine to tell." I'd be betraying David's trust if I outed him to anyone.

"Is it something to do with Karofsky?" She really knows how to go for the femoral artery…I stayed silent, which to Mercedes equals a yes. "I…kind of eavesdropped on you guys from the bathroom across the hall…"

"Wh…wha…" I know I can't work my way out of this one, Mercy is a pitbull in terms of letting things go… "How long were you listening for?"

"Oh, I was about to walk out of the bathroom when he dropped you off here. And if my senses aren't off, with the way you two were flirting with your nicknames and undressing each other with your eyes, I'd say that you were practically about to go down on each other right there and then."

I went into 'deer in the headlights' mode, and sweat beading at my hairline threatened to ruin my moisturizing routine. "Mercedes…please, you don't understand…"

"Then help me to understand, Kurt, because I'm obviously missing something."

"I…I can't. I would be betraying his trust."

"Why the hell are you two sharing secrets if you guys were at each other's throat a couple months back?"

"He's different, Mercedes…" I blushed and smiled, "He's really a decent and genuine guy underneath that letterman's jacket…he's just scared to come out…Oh, fu-" I clasped my hand over my mouth, horror spread over my face, and I can see Mercedes' eyes were about as wide as mine. After a little bit, her expression relaxes.

"I figured as much…I had my suspicions, but that little flirt session made it kind of obvious."

"Mercedes, please, you can't let this get out. He needs to come out on his own terms." I pleaded with a familiar salty sting starting up in my eyes.

"Hey, hey, who do you think you're talking to? Compared to Rachel or Heaven forbid, Jacob, I'm Fort Knox."

I sighed with relief and leaned my head on her shoulder, I can't believe I forgot that I can trust my Mercy… "Thank you, hun, you're the best."

"Mhmm…But Kurt, I gotta be honest with you, I don't like this at all. Call me paranoid or overprotective, but I don't trust him, not one bit." She firmly whispered, leaning her head on mine.

"Then trust me, hun. Really, I can't be more grateful to you for looking out for my best interests, but please let me fly free to make my own mistakes."

"Oh, like what happened with Finn? See how that turned out? And don't let me get started on that rat bastard Blaine. I knew he wasn't right for you from the get go…" Wow, she's really on her game today with twisting the knife.

"Okay, okay. I get it, bad things happen to me when I wear my heart on my sleeve. But we really can't get anywhere without getting our D&G's dirty, right? I want to see where this goes, Mercedes. I promise you, I'll tread as carefully as I can with this."

"Mhmm, a regular fashion ninja…"

I playfully shove her (well, more like pushing myself off of her), "Oh, hush, lady."

"Mmkay…I'll give you just a little slack on your leash, but if he ever hurts you, physically or emotionally—"She pulls off one of her circular earrings, flicks it across the study hall, and embeds it in the corkboard near the front of the class. Mr. Drake, the supervising teacher looked up from his newspaper to survey the room and promptly goes back to the sports section, I'd wager.

My eyes go wide again with the example of vengeance Mercedes threw across the room. "Hopefully, it won't have to come to that, Mercedes…" I gulped. The bell finally rang and I gathered my things and stood up. "I trust David now, and I want to make this work without putting him through too much trouble." I kissed her temple and walked through the door.

Mercedes stood up after the last students walked out of the study hall, along with Mr. Drake. She walked up to the corkboard and wrenched out her embedded earring. "Then I guess we'd better see if David really is all that trustworthy…"

David- Level 5

HP: 165

SP: 40

Ugh…I hate AP English, it's hard to focus on the coursework when I have only one thing…or rather, person on my mind…Luckily, we were working on romantic poetry…So…now I have a bunch of romantic crap scrawled in my notebook that would make Lord Byron rise from the dead and come after me because it's just that bad…

And now I'm heading to Kurt's study hall to pick him up and escort him to his next class…And I'm smiling? What the hell, I'm blushing too? I want to see him…I pick up my pace and rounded the corner. I saw him, waiting patiently with one hand on his hip, the other clasped over his bag strap. As I started towards him, a big figure came out of one of the classrooms and stopped in front of me.

" 'Sup, bro?" Why, oh why, did Az have to pop out of a door right now?

"Oh, hey Az." I tried to shuffle around him but he keeps putting himself in front of me.

"So, I see you're still playing bodyguard for the fairy princess?" He looks over his shoulder and nods towards Kurt. I wanted to pull a Crimson Sky on him for calling him those names…But Az has been my bud since 1st grade and has always been there for me, even for some marginally emotional conflicts, such as the ending to Final Fantasy X. I'm guessing he'll be the hardest for me to come out to...

Kurt looked over in our direction and had almost a saddened frown on his face, it killed me to see him like that. Then he reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, he must have gotten a text. I saw his face totally light up, my heart sank, as I know who was able to put that smile on his face…

The hopelessness returned and darkened my heart, its influence encroaching to my face and my fists. My eyes darkening with seething anger, Az noticed the change of my expression and jumped to his dumbass conclusion. "Tired of playing gay-bysitter, I take it?"

"Not now, Azimio!" I shoved past him, he knew not to bite back when I started using his whole name. I stomped past Hummel, he just stood there for a moment as I passed by him, confusion flooding his once brightened expression. I heard the sound of his boots tracing my steps, I quickened my pace, I didn't want any of this, I didn't want this encounter to happen. I feel so fucking weak, so fucking unattractive, so fucking powerless…I needed to get out of the cramped hallway. I got to the locker room door and wrenched it open.

"David! What's the matter?" "Hey! I am talking to you!"

"Hummel…Kurt…Now's not the best time…" "The girls' locker room is next door…"

"David, please don't do this, don't throw what you've been working so hard on away…" "What is your problem?"

I crumple to my knees and pull at my hair, squeezing my eyes shut tightly, trying so desperately to shake the nightmares out of my head. The dark influence is threatening to make me lash out, I needed to get Kurt out of there before I end up doing something I will regret.

"Get out of here, Kurt, please…" "Excuse me?"

He did no such thing, instead, he came over to me and knelt in front of me, prying my hands from my hair.

"No can do, David. I'm here to help you, you will tell me what's wrong, whatever is causing conflict in your heart. I'm here for you." "What are you so scared of?"

"Kurt…Please…It can never happen for us…I can't…I can't… "Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?"

"David, what are you talking about? What do you mean 'can't happen for us'? You can trust me, I won't run away from you." "Oh yeah, every straight guy's nightmare: That all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you. Well guess what, Hamhock, you're not my type." Kurt keeps trying to duck his head down to look into my eyes, but I still have then clamped shut, tears pushing their way through my eyelids.

"Kurt…I'm no good for you…You're finally happy with your boyfriend, I can't let myself ruin that for you…" "That right?"

"I'm…not with Blaine anymore, David. We broke up over the weekend because…I had feelings for you…" "Yeah, I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are gonna be bald by the time they're thirty."

My eyes shot open, the tears that were being held back simply splashed down my face. A spark ignites in my chest, dimly lighting the darkness. "Stop it Kurt…You're just saying that…" "Do not push me, Hummel."

"That would be true if I felt any differently about you, David. But not today, not now, here in the locker room, where I first saw the real you." "You're gonna hit me? Do it."

His words were finally starting to reach to me, my eyes moved painfully from the floor to his glasz pools. The spark started growing, both in heat and size. "K-k-kurt…Is it really you, not a dream?" "Don't push me!"

"Of course it's me, David. I want to be here for you. I was scared at first, but once I saw the real you peeking through the cracks in your mask, I wanted to know that person, I…wanted to be with that person." "Hit me, 'cause it's not gonna change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me anymore than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!" His thumbs started rubbing soothingly against the backs of my hands.

" I'm tired of hiding Kurt, I'm tired of being scared. What if I'm not strong enough?" Get out of my face!" The warmth in my chest is radiating out, starting to make me sweat, my heart beating painfully against my chest, my breathing labored.

"Then you can find your strength while I'm there to support you. You never have to go through this alone, David. Because…I will always be there for you." "You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"

The heat was gonna engulf me, it was becoming unbearable. I've always known it, but now, it's been further cemented in my mind: I love Kurt Hummel. I grab the sides of his head and rushed my face towards his. I stopped myself halfway…I remembered what happened last time…I forced myself upon Kurt, I won't do anything he doesn't want to do…

He chuckled lightly and grabbed the sides of my head and closed the distance, our lips crashing in an intense fire. My world turned upside down, reversed, then right-side up and upright again. My tears flooding out of my eyes now, Kurt was there, everything was gonna be okay now. I closed my eyes and got more into the kiss, increasing the pressure between our lips. He parted his mouth slightly as he moaned against me, I took the opportunity to slowly let my tongue into his mouth, his own tongue responded in kind. Kurt moaned even louder into my mouth as he opened his wider to intensify the clash of lips, teeth, tongue, and saliva.

He removed his hands from my face and wrapped his arms around my neck, I responded by wrapping my arms around his svelte, firm body. The locker room started getting humid, our moans and whimpering echoing off the walls. I felt a little courageous and picked Kurt off the ground, he was light, but still somehow sturdy. He tightened his grip around my neck and wrapped his legs around my waist, I can feel his muscles pulsing against my neck and around my ribs. My jeans started getting unbearably tight, and I believe that Kurt is in the same situation, as I feel something hot poking against my stomach. We finally broke apart our kiss to come up for air, both of us gasping for the precious necessity for life. For almost a minute, we put air second-down on the list of needs for survival.

Kurt gave me an almost primal growl, it almost scared me, but turned me on like nothing I've ever experienced before, my junk straining through my jeans and against his firm ass. Our lust was taking over any and all judgment and inhibitions we might have had left, we dove back into each other's mouth, tongues desperately clashing for dominance. He dug his nails into my back, and finally snapped what control I had left. I walked us forward and slammed Kurt's back against the lockers, he whimpered only slightly at the impact, but quickly replaced it with another growl. A chill ran down my back and goosebumps spread all over my body as Kurt ground his hips into me.

I responded in kind by grinding myself against his ass, the lockers groaning from our combined weight pressing up against them. We broke our kiss again, breathing heavily, a line of saliva still connecting our lips together, I felt that all-too familiar white-hot heat bundling in my gut, I felt like I was gonna explode. But just as I was about to make a mess all over myself and Kurt (probably gutting me and letting me bleed out for ruining his designer clothes), the bell snapped us out of our stupor. Sweat was dripping down my temples, Kurt's lips were red and abused, his hair tousled out of its perfect position. I honestly didn't know what to do from here, I froze as I still held Kurt up against the lockers.

"Um…" The sound nervously made its way out of my throat.

Kurt chuckled sweetly and smiled ever so brightly at me, "Haha, it's always the bell that's the mood killer, don't they know that there's a hot gay couple taking the scenic route to Hell in here?"

"Hehe…Would they extend the bell schedule for softcore scene?" I snickered…Wait! Did he just call us a couple?

"I…think you can put me down now, Hamhock. It's probably time we headed to class…" Kurt said with a pout. I nodded and slowly lowered him when he unwrapped his legs. As his feet touched the ground, he still had his arms linked around my neck and he had his eyes locked on my own.

"Kurt…Are we really together? I'm still trying to wake up here…" I whisper down to him. He brought a hand around to my face and stoked my cheek.

"Yes, David, we are together…You can make a complete fool out of yourself now with a happy dance." He winked and gave me a quick peck on the lips again. My eyes widened and I let go of Kurt to jump up and down, doing a ridiculous happy dance around the locker room, shouting "WHOO!" I grabbed Kurt around the waist and swung him around, laughing as if I'd heard my very first Aristocrats joke.

"Whoa whoa, easy there, Neanderthal, this is a Marc Jacobs sweater, its value is probably worth more than your soul!" I placed him down and held his face close to mine as I whisper,

"Then consider this a down payment…" As I place a chaste, yet full-on kiss on his still reddened lips. I pulled away and his eyes fluttered open at me.

"Mm…I guess it is acceptable. But now, David, we have to make a decision right now, because I don't want there to be any confusion. Are you prepared to go public? You'd be coming out and saying that you're dating me in a double whammy…I don't want to push you to make a decision that you're not ready for yet…" Kurt was being frank with me and being considerate of my feelings, I really appreciated that…What am I gonna do? Am I ready to face the world now? I already came out to my parents and they're totally accepting, albeit, making me extremely uncomfortable with how open they are about it…And now, I actually have Kurt in my arms…as my boyfriend.

The fear is still there, and it is still pretty damn strong...But now, I have pillars of support to help me come into my own…He's right, I don't have to go it alone…If I'm going to be scared, then at least I'd still have an amazing person to help look after me...And really, is anyone ever truly ready to come out?..It's time. I sighed heavily and walked towards the locker room door, a confused look cascaded over Kurt's face, he's probably thinking that I'm going to be running scared now. Well, I'm gonna prove him and everyone wrong, I'm gonna kick this fear in the ass and shove its balls/ovaries down its eye sockets!

I held out my hand and gave Kurt my confident grin. "Bring it on." His face totally lit up, and I gushed on the inside, knowing that I was able to give him that smile usually caused by Harry Bland Potterbrows. He took my hand and I pulled open the door, the light of the hall flooding the darkness of the locker room that we're leaving behind.

Eyes widened and followed, weird looks were given, some gasps escaped from a few mouths. To be honest, I was getting very nervous, I was almost tempted to consider reconsidering my decision. Kurt sensed my conflict and reminded me that he was there for me by squeezing my hand, I looked down at him with a worried look and he gave me a reassuring smile. The worry slowly started to leak away, and I managed to muster a small smile, I squeezed his hand back. As we were about to reach the end of the hall, a group rounded the corners and stopped us from going any further. My breathing started to pick up again towards the hyperventilation zone. What stopped us…was most of the Glee club, there were 10 of them, from what I counted…Kurt let go of my hand and stomped towards his friend Mercedes.

"Mercedes! Wha—How could you? I asked you to keep it quiet!"

"I'm sorry Kurt. But this is something I had to do because I love you." She gave him a remorseful look but then that look turned threatening as she turned her head to me.

"Yeah dude, are you insane? You're probably forgetting that this is Karofsky, the guy that threatened your life and drove you away from the school?" Hudson piped up.

"Are you seriously going to judge me now, Finn? Even after you called me a fag, I'm still on good terms with you. Why isn't anyone questioning that?" Kurt glared pointedly at Hudson…Damn, if looks can kill, then Fancy is a fuckin' serial killer…

"You called him what?" This came from Berry, she backhanded Hudson on the bicep, and he had a look on his face that made him look like a toddler caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Kurt prevented the scene from progressing to a violent bloodbath.

"But I've moved on from that, Finn, so there's no need to castrate him, Rachel. Now, Mercedes, honey, explain to me, what the hell are you guys doing?"

"I told everyone here, in preparation to protect you again from him." She nudged her head in my direction. I had to set things straight…so to speak. I needed to tell them that there was no need for Kurt to have to have protection from me.

"I know I have caused Kurt a lot of pain in the past, but that was because I was jealous. Jealous that I couldn't ever be as brave as him to be myself…" I sighed, might as well go through with it. "I'm gay, and Kurt was kind enough to give me a second chance…"

Puckerman snorted, "Hummel may have forgiven you, Karofsky, but you're still number one on my list to go all Death Star on."

"We don't know if we can trust you at all with Kurt's life, let alone his heart." Abrams stated.

"We don't trust you…But you're still a hot couple, I'm going to write a fanfiction about you guys when I get home and have Lord Tubbington write the sexy parts, since he's better at writing sexy than I am…" Brittany…you can never get mad at her for anything…

"How do we know that you aren't just going to turn around and beat up Kurt when he least expects it?" adds the vampire-chick, what's-her-name. And her boyfriend, Mike Chang nods to her statement.

"I gave you a few good punches before, I wouldn't mind going all Na'vi warrior on your ass…" Sam said while popping his knuckles. I almost forgot that Evans was a complete dork, I inwardly rolled my eyes.

"Kurt has been a sweetheart to all of us, we just want to protect him, Karofsky." Fabray gave me a sad, but firm look. Mercedes stepped forward from the group.

"You see Kurt, you may trust him now, but Karofsky has to know that if he wants to date you, then he has to be apart of our lives as well. You're one of us, and whatever happens to one of us affects the rest."

"What are you trying to say, Mercedes?" Kurt asks defensively.

"What I'm saying, is that Karofsky here has to prove himself to all of us that he's truly worthy of redemption."

Kurt threw his arms in the air in a huff. "I can't believe what I'm hearing…David, you don't have to prove anything to them. Come on, we'll be late for class." He grabs my hand and starts walking off, he gets wrenched back when I don't move. "Ugh, David, what's wrong?"

I understood what everyone was talking about, and I didn't blame them. If I were them, I'd want to protect my good friend from an iffy relationship as well… "Kurt…your friends are a big part of your life. And if I'd truly want a full relationship with you, I need to earn your friends' trust."

Kurt looks taken aback, but squeezes my hand. "Are you sure, David?"

I nod. I wanted to make them see that I can protect Kurt, that I'm not that monster that I used to be. That I'm David now, not Karofsky… I narrowed my eyes at Mercedes,

"Okay, Jones. Name your terms…"

Third chapter, seikou! And on a cliffhanger, no less! No, not the face!... Yes, David will be facing challenges from these New Directions members, I didn't throw in Lauren because I felt like she and Kurt did not have much of an emotional connection, since they never really knew each other before Kurt transferred, but she will accompany Puck in the scenes he is in. As for Santana, she remains to be the "Wallace" of the story to David. Oh, and yes, Blaine is a douche in this story, Klaine has no place in my castle! I won't spoil the details, but the New Direction members aren't the only ones David will have to face and prove his worth to... ;-)

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