Dave hadn't quite known what to expect when he played superhero to Kurt's damsel in distress. He was a badass, no doubt about that. Puckerman, that mohawked manslut had nothing on him, but Dave knew even a badass would get shit for defending the resident homo. But he doubted people would see his actions as just defending someone, his gestures had been gentle, the way he allowed Kurt to cling to him while he rubbed his back and protected him from cruel and ruthless teenagers. Nope, people would know. They would talk, it would probably be all over school in a matter of hours.
It took all of first period to get Kurt to the point of being somewhat okay instead of some non-responsive zombie like the one from that movie him and Azimio had seen over the summer. The one loaded with blood and boobs. The first drawing Dave's attention and the second leaving Azimio mystified like the horny teenager that no one would touch even with a 40 foot pole that he was.
So he being the gentleman he was stayed with his boy all through first period, taking the small boy to the empty auditorium stage where he sat with the younger boy gathered in his arms with his head on Dave's strong shoulder. It was clear to Dave that he'd made the right decision, cause Kurt just fit in his arms so well. Like the other boys was made to be there. Small and delicate to Dave's strong and muscular.
About 45 minutes in Kurt began to stir, breaking out of whatever trace he'd been in since being publicly humiliated for what must be the hundredth time. He raised his head from Dave's shoulder, gazed into his eyes with those mysterious color changing eyes of his and offered a small smile. So maybe he'd be okay after all. Just maybe and if not than Dave still had two fists and a long list of people who'd be losing a tooth or two. A long, long list.
As much as he wished they could stay there all day, Hummel was a good boy and good boys didn't skip class. Dave understood but was still a little hesitant, he and Kurt only had two classes together, both at the end of the day. How was he suppose to protect him if they didn't even see each other. Well if he could take time out of his day to make sure Kurt got a daily locker slam he could sure as hell take time out of his day to make sure he didn't get one.
So while walking Kurt to all of his class may have made Dave late to every single one of his classes and raised almost every eyebrow they passed, seeing Kurt smile at him when he would exist his classroom and find Dave leaned up against the nearest locker made it totally worth it.
The shit hadn't yet to hit the fans, but for now Dave took comfort in the fact that none of the other jocks were looking at him like he was radioactive or had a giant penis growing out of his forehead just yet. They soon would. Without a doubt. Being gay in high school was one thing but being a gay athlete was quite another.
There were locker rooms involved, and with locker rooms came showers and naked teens. Dave had remember the locker room talk from the brief two week stint where Kurt had up and decided nothing could stop him from playing football and while he had kicked major ass and had lead McKinley to their only victory that year the other players still made their crude jokes about Hummel peaking at their junk. Hell he had made the same jab only yesterday when a very pissed Kurt had followed him into the locker room.
But a lot had changed in a 24 hours period, now he could openly admit (if not only to himself and Kurt) that he wouldn't mind Kurt peaking at his junk. He really wouldn't mind.
He and Kurt had made it through their last classes, opting to take seats side by side in both classes which raised both teachers eyebrows and left them on edge all period ready to break up whatever fight would ensue between the two. They looked almost disappointed when both class passed by without a single incident.
At the final bell, Kurt offered a relieved sigh before shooting Dave another smile. They did it, they made it through day one of McKinley's Out-fest 2010. The students rushed toward the exist ready to go do whatever it is people did when not at school in this town. Dave and Kurt weren't so lucky, sometimes after-school activities sucked. But hockey was Dave's outlet and Glee would at least keep Kurt safe until Dave could give the small boy a ride home and make sure he got in the front door safe and in one piece.
Walking Kurt to glee, he stopped the boy just inside the door, in sight of all the other gleek who sat staring with mouths agape. He leaned forward and whispered, "I'll give you a ride home after practice," before pressing a kiss to his temple earned quite a few disapproving noises from the peanut gallery. Stepping out of the room he heard the voice of one Mercedes Jones, "White boy do you ever have some explaining to do." Kurt would have to deal with that on his own. If he was late to practice his ass would be toast.
Walking into the locker room told him quickly that he'd have some problems of his own to deal with. All motion and conversation had stopped, those walking around shirtless quickly covered themselves with towels or hide behind locker doors. They all knew.
Clearing his throat and try to get anyone in the room to catch his eye, they all purposely looked the other direction. A patch of red on a nearby bench caught his attention, it was his red dufflebag the one he'd left stuff in his locker with his things, now those things were stuff haphazardly into said duffle. He got the message loud and clear. Reach out to snatch his bag he turn and left the people he'd thought were his friends.
A/N: So... I continued! Yay! So expect to see a few more chapters from me. Including the gleeks reactions! As always read and review, cuz reviews make me happy and a happy Ash writes more angst quicker!
