A.N: Truthfully I had the idea for this chapter the last time I updated, basically. I just only got around to writing it now.

but hey, at least I am updating now. :D

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Bursting into the choir room in his usual fashion, Will Schuester made his way over and scribbled a word across the board.

It was now officially a Monday.

"Orangutan," Brittany said smugly, before leaning back into her seat.

It was usual for no one to correct her, but the thing was, maybe she was right.

Nobody else said anything and instead carefully examined the board, squinting hard at it.

"You all must be blind or something, because that definitely says orangutan," someone else piped up. Kurt glanced sideways to where Brittany was sitting, and noticed the hulking jock next to her- Dereks? Davis? Dawson?- nodding his head, as if proud of himself. Brittany smiled in appreciation, waiting for the rest of the club to agree.

simply watched them, uncharacteristically quiet. It was a little frustrating, Kurt had to admit. Even if he didn't always like the reasons behind the assignments, he wanted to hear this one. "Mr. Schuester... though this debate is interesting," Kurt's voice was dripping with sarcasm, "can you tell us why you wrote 'opposite day' on the board."

The words were perfectly illegible, but Kurt had the right frame of mind to actually think about 's actions rather than the board. At his words, the others had turned around to stare at him, abruptly ending the aforementioned debate. Someone, Kurt didn't know who, had decided the board had possibly said 'onomatopoeia,' and then they had taken sides, Santana leading the charge for 'orangutan.'

"Good job, Kurt. That's exactly what it says. I've been thinking lately that things have been a bit backwards around here," he glanced across at the football players, "and that everyone should sing the opposite of what they are feeling." Everyone instantly protested, because that honestly didn't make any sense. It was a trap. They couldn't sing a hate song, because then it would be a love song and that would be weird, but singing a love song in any circumstance was weird, even if it was meant to be a hate song.

And though they weren't exactly obligated to sing either of those, it was still tricky, especially for Kurt.

This assignment was asking them to analyze their feelings, but portray the opposite. Which, would still reveal what they were feeling in the end.

Obviously wanted them to sing to their football player counterparts. They had to sing everything to them. It was part of the implications of their interactions with one another during this month. Amongst the commotion, Kurt stole a glance over to David. They shared a look of worry before turning back to , who was trying to get the room to quiet down. "Ok, guys, calm down. It will be fun, ok!" He clapped his hands together in a resolute fashion. "Now, Kurt, what tipped you off?"

"You wrote with your left hand." Kurt quickly came up with the first thing that hadn't sounded sarcastic or biting, not wanting to offend him or anything. If he were though, he would have also added that he had waited a bit longer than usual to reveal something unpleasant. Mr. Schuester was nice, he had good intentions, but he really wasn't good at these things. Although…. Kurt glanced at David again from the corner of his eye, but quickly snapped it back. He waited for to reply to him.

"Thus, the illegible writing you see before you." At this, looked a bit embarrassed. He had probably been hoping to have magically been ambidextrous, but writing with his left hand had simply produced a string of jumbled words. "Which, I do apologize for. Orangutan was a good guess though Brittany, I think that's what I would have gone for too." He joked, while Santana turned to glare at the others whom had opposed her, as if threatening them to go against her again.

The room had burst out into another large burst of argument once more. Nothing hostile however, and in fact, something quite the opposite. Everyone was getting a long in a friendly, joking matter.

Mr. Schuester allowed the debate between 'orangutan' and 'onomatopoeia' to continue.

"So, what are you going to sing?"

"Does it matter to you?"

"No, you're right, I don't care at all." Kurt was able to easily catch the smile on David's face, despite the fact that he was now looking away from him towards the football field in the distance. "You're only going to sing to me, why would it matter?"

"What, I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," Kurt teased, having heard it perfectly well. "I mean, I think you're talking to me but I can't be sure."

"I was just wondering how it could possibly matter to me that you're singing a song to me." One that wasn't spiteful. The song that Kurt had sung to him last week wasn't exactly one he wanted to remember, so this would be more a first. It was weird how much had changed since then. "It's obviously of no importance to me." David had indeed turned around now to make sure Kurt knew whom he was talking to.

"I haven't decided yet," Kurt said, staring calculating back at him. He was answering the original question. David nodded and stepped back away from Kurt, disappointment in his features which he quickly masked. Those words served as a double meaning. "Shall we go?" The two of them had been standing by Dave's car for a while now, and Glee practice had ended quite a bit ago. David nodded a bit stiffly.

"Yeah, get in the car."

"I know."

"Hey boys, how was school?" Dave's mom asked upon their immediate intrusion into the living room, only a cry away from the entrance they had stepped into a second before. Kurt had jumped at the sound of her voice-she wasn't supposed be there.

In all fairness, it was her home, but it wasn't 7:34 P.M. It was only 3:45. The world was off balance, somewhere something exploded, the alien's were coming, the pigs were flying around Atlantis. Mrs. Karofsky was home early. "Fine," Kurt hurriedly said, coming over to the side of the couch to face her. He gasped as he noticed the small bundle in her lap. " Oh,er…"

"He's cute." Kurt, whom had resorted to glancing at his foot, snapped his head up and smiled.

"So, you're ok with him?"

"Yes, Paul, however… I can't promise you that he'd have any good reactions."

"Yeah, we figured that."

"Though, I am not too sure how he could say no to this face! He's just so cute. Where'd you find him?"

"Er, you know."

"Stray."

"Yes." They both smiled, identical looks of adoration turning towards Benedict who was asleep on her lap.

"Well, I took the liberty of giving him a bath; I really don't see how you boys thought it would be a good idea to harbor a puppy in this house. Did you think I wouldn't find out? No matter, we're keeping him, but there are so much other things we have to do—well of course not you, dear, you won't be here forever— did you guys even think to buy dog food? I think you're luckier I found out. I came here today and the poor thing was just wandering around confused. Though, not completely out of his wits, and actually quite hyper when I came up to him, he still should have all the proper accommodations. Especially when everyone's gone. I'm sorry, I'm rambling again, aren't I?" The woman smiled apologetically at him.

"No…it's…it's fine, really." Kurt smiled softly. He actually liked seeing the woman like this. She hadn't said much to him yet, and it was nice to just kind of talk to her. Demurely, Kurt sat himself on the couch as well, reaching over to pet Benedict. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you here now?"

"I took the day off work." She said a bit absent mindedly, her eyes now trained on the television. Kurt's eyes followed hers and immediately identified the show as 'The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.'

Although Kurt now had his eyes glued to the television as well, he decided to deepen the inquiry. "Any reason?"

"You."

"What?"

"Where did David go?" She asked abruptly, moving Benedict gently off of her lap. Upon being moved, his eyes opened as he was awoken from his sleep. Smiling at Kurt, he wagged his tail and trekked the small distance to him. "Oh, his room, I guess?" Kurt replied lamely. He had completely forgotten that David hadn't come in behind him, though he should have immediately noticed his absence. Feeling guilty, Kurt scooped Benedict into his arms and stood up as well. "I can go check on him?"

In all honestly, he wanted to scream at him. Why hadn't he followed him? Where had he gone? What made him think it'd be a good idea to leave Kurt alone with his mom? Not that she was unpleasant, nor had the experience been too awkward, but it did have the potential to be and there had also been no reason for him to completely skirt past him.

"No, Kurt, it's fine. I need to talk to him anyway for walking right past his mother, right?"

Kurt smiled because, yeah, that was another thing. Dave's mom really did seem nice, and he needed to take some advantage of that. Kurt fell back into couch as a reply. "Yeah, ok, Benedict and I will be here."

"David, honey?" A few minutes later, Jennifer Karofsky had her head poked into her son's room.

"Yes, mom?" He replied and she took that as an invitation to force herself the rest of the way into his room. She made her way over to him and took a seat tentatively on his bed, whereas David was laying down on it, staring at the ceiling.

"You never did tell me how school was."

There was a reason for that. It was just that he wasn't quite sure how to explain how school went that day. It was Monday, which, in normal circumstances could have explained everything by the simple fact that it was the bête noire of days.

Today however, it was more than that. Yesterday, he never wanted it to come; he didn't want to go to school. It housed ignorant people, people similar to how his old self had been. Heck, even what he was last week had more semblance to the people he knew at school than the person he was now. In fact, he didn't even know who he was any more. He was confused and it was all because of Kurt.

Of course, he wouldn't have described himself as a shadow of his old self. His old self was an eclipsed version of his new self, his true self. Whatever he had been, it wasn't him. It had been a dark moment he was living through because of the expectations that others had set before him.

This sounded cheesy, but he was on the road to discovery. Kurt was going to know him better than himself too. He was sure of that, but also scared of the fact. Everything in his mind was whirling. All his life he was taught to be the perfect sons and perfect sons weren't gay. There was also the fact that he was mostly still scared of the fact that he was gay, and even admitting to himself had caused a hard lump to form in throat.

Going against the norm made life all that much harder, but it also made life less fake. This also meant that he wasn't actually living his life when you got to the root of it.

So how was school? It was moderately ok, if he had to put a description to it. With every football player paired with a glee club member, none of them had been too harsh on the bullying, thus no one had tried to put him up to it. David didn't think he could handle slushying someone again. His arms would protest and just stop, he was sure of it.

It didn't meant that people weren't taking note of his lighter, more airy nature and the way he was treating Kurt. Though he was sure that people rationalized in their mind that it was because they were being forced to live together, thus the interaction, it still worried him that they were seeing something more. It scared David, because he really just wasn't ready for any of this.

He was fairly sure he was in love with Kurt. Of that, he was sure. Even if he were too scared to admit he was gay, that was a fact.

This fact made it all the more harder to get through the day. Trying to force himself to not just stare at Kurt that blatant way that only Kurt seemed to be oblivious to.

And then there was that new assignment given to the Glee Club. He had been acting cool about it back then, but really he'd also been internally panicking. What was Kurt going to sing?

Mr. Schuester really was weird, he always though that.

David sighed, and decided to finally answer his mom. " 'S ok." He mumbled, not putting a single bit of his thoughts into words. If he uttered something now, it might all just spill out, and he didn't want that to happen. Especially with his mom.

It was usually rather easy to evade his parents, but sometimes his mom seemed really intent to talk to him. She was really much more observant than he gave her credit for. She nodded reluctantly, and stood up. "Ok… oh, I suppose I should tell you that we are keeping...," she twirled her wrist around, as if trying to capture the end of that sentence with her hand.

"Benedict," David supplied, and she nodded. He smiled a bit like that, and she did too.

"Yes, Benedict." She was already stepping out the door, but she turned back one last time. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"

David though about how there was everything he wanted to talk about, but instead shook his head. "Nope, nothing."

"I wonder what made him think it was ok to leave me alone with you," Kurt said, stifling his laughter without much success. Benedict was running about their feet, barking and chasing a small, red dot.

If he was being honest, he was disappointed that only David's mom had walked down those stairs. She didn't say anything either, just that Dave didn't feel too good and was going to nap. Kurt knew that David was her son first and foremost, and that she was lying. Kurt didn't understand why he was avoiding him all of sudden, but he wasn't going to question him, especially with his mom here like this.

At least they were having a fun time together. In fact, Kurt really did enjoy her company. When she had come back down the stairs, she had rejoined him on the couch as if nothing had happened, and began to chat about the real housewives that were still on the T.V. They had talked about nothing else, bar Kurt's brief inquiry about Dave, for the next half hour.

"Well, I better start dinner," she said after a while. Kurt nodded, and she left him alone on the couch with Benedict. The small puppy was rather tired, and had curled up once more. Chasing the small, red dot around and been most tiring to him.

Kurt couldn't stop himself from glancing up towards the stairs, hoping that David would come down any second. He didn't. Kurt pursed his lips a bit. He didn't understand what was wrong. They had been talking one second, and the next David had completely disappeared to his room without another word.

Had Kurt done something wrong? No, that'd be absurd. He hadn't done a single thing. There was obviously something bothering him.

Sighing, Kurt made the mental decision that his song for that week's assignment had to be perfect, because he didn't want to sing the wrong thing to David now. His motivation was lost, and that wasn't a good sign. The truth was, Kurt said that he wanted David to fight for him, but Kurt needed to put some effort into it too.

Some kind of mutual want for each other just wasn't going to cut it. Sure, the concept of just getting together seemed easy if they both liked each other, even if it was a sort of a secret relationship. There was more than that however, and that was never how life worked, nor was it going to in this situation.

The terms still stood, David had to fight for his affections, and fight for himself if their relationship were to ever see the light of the day. Lying cooped up in his room wasn't helping matters.

'Well,' Kurt thought, 'he has to come out for school.'

Apparently he didn't have to.

"Where's Karofsky?" Mercedes whispered to him the next day. They were sitting at lunch, where their football player counterparts still hadn't taken the initiative to come sit with them. Sure, they had move about two tables closer, but the Glee Club's conversation were still relatively safe from here.

You would have thought the football team had the worst attendance record when the truth was that they were always there.

"He doesn't feel good." Kurt said simply. Mercedes just shook her head, but backed off.

Kurt had been given the same excuse earlier, but he didn't really believe it. David's mom had actually gone to work in the morning, so David was just sitting alone in his room.

Coward.

"You know, you didn't have to crawl out of your hole for me," Kurt said on Wednesday. Just like everyday, Dave was his ride. Yesterday his mom had told Kurt to drive Dave's car to school, which was how he had known Dave to either be stranded at his house or walking around somewhere.

Since Kurt had come home to him in much the same condition, he assumed he had lay there all day. Though, he could have honestly been walking. Kurt didn't know.

"I can't miss that much school. My dad expects me to keep up my grades," David replied. He kept his face towards the road and didn't look at Kurt. He didn't initiate any further conversation and he didn't keep any of the one's Kurt tried to star going.

The car ride ended in silence.

Kurt tapped his fingers in a rhythmic pattern across his desk, earning a menacing glare from the person beside him. He sighed, and just about ran his hand through his hair distractedly, before quickly stopping himself. He'd probably never do that.

"Kurt, Kurt!" There was a fierce whisper from behind him. In annoyance, Kurt turned around to face Rachel.

"What, Rachel?" They were in English class, which, luckily sometimes allowed free time. The teacher wouldn't mind their talking. Something Kurt wasn't very grateful for at the moment.

"Yes, Rachel?" Only Rachel would dare to talk to him when he was in a mood. All the others knew to steer clear, but Rachel never knew.

"Are you ok? I mean, I kno-"

"Yes, I'm ok."

"Great! Have you decided what you want to sing for the assignment?"

"No, I-"

"Oh. Well, that's ok, you have until Friday, right? I am sure it will be great. I, for one, stayed up all night the other day trying to pick out the perfect song. I was paired with Milton, who isn't actually that bad you know, and though I don't thing it easy to find perfection with this assignment, I think this song works out in some way."

"Why are you telling me now?"

"Kurt! Just because you're angry, please don't even-" The bell rang.

"I have to go." Kurt slung his bag across his shoulder and hurried out of the room. Rachel called after him and he ignored her.

Ooh, Mr. Todd!

I'm so happy!

I could

Eat you up, I really could!

You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?

What I dream

If the business stays as good?

Where I'd really like to go,

In a year or so?

Don't you want to know?

Rachel's choice was a little surprising considering the movie that Sweeney Todd was. This whole opposite thing was also confusing, because it meant that everyone had to first figure out the meaning of the song, and then think of the opposite of that.

Yes, yes, of course.

That was Mike. Mr. Schue never said they couldn't sing a duet, as long as they still did their own separate song. Obviously they wouldn't get to all of them, but because of the members genuinely loved singing, they had made sure to get their songs chosen earlier. Some of the other had even gone yesterday. And because Milton obviously wasn't going to sing with her, Mike had agreed to it.

By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet,

By the sea, Mr. Todd, ooh, I know you'd love it!

You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone

In a house wot we'd almost own,

Down by the sea!

Wouldn't that be smashing?

Kurt was trying his best to figure out was she was trying to say here. He decided to go with the obvious. She didn't wish to have a life with Milton, which was a bit hurtful but understandable, and that she obviously didn't want to live by the sea.

Which made sense. The setting being painted by the song was one of a more remote, private beach sort of place. Rachel Berry was going to be a star. That wasn't going to be her life.

By the sea, in our nest, we could share our kippers

With the odd payin' guest from the weekend trippers,

Have a nice sunny suite for the guest to rest in,

Now and then, you could do the guest in!

By the sea,

Married nice and proper!

By the sea,

Bring along your chopper!

To the seaside,

Hoo, hoo!

By the beautiful sea!

Everyone clapped when she finished, even Milton, who was smiling at her. He had been half insulted and he was smiling at her. Wow, ok.

Kurt supposed that even the football players were able to recognize her star potential. They all knew that her life was going to be bigger than this, even if none of them would be willing to admit it.

Overall, Kurt had to admit that the song choice had been a rather good one for the assignment, and it only made him more nervous for his own.

"Hey Karofsky." Kurt and Karofsky turned around, only to see two of the other football players approaching them. No one else was around, just them.

"Yes?" Karofsky asked quizzically. The only thing he wanted was to get out of here. He and Kurt had still hardly said a word to each other, but it was his obligation to get him home.

"We are just going to ask Kurt here a question, if that's ok?" That wasn't ok. He didn't know what they were going to ask him. They called him Kurt, which was a good sign, but there were so many things that they could ask that there just wasn't a good enough reason to say yes.

Sadly, he had taken too long to deliberate. "So Hummel, if it's opposite week, does that mean you are going to act straight?"

Before Kurt could even open his mouth to protest, the words were shooting out of David's mouth. "So it's opposite week, does that mean we are all going to act gay?" He snapped back.

Thames, the football player who had spoken, looked a bit taken a back but quickly regained his composure. "Well I am sure you don't have to act. You've been hanging out with Hummel, I am sure that make you gay."

"That doesn't make me gay."

"Then what does?"

"Nothing." Karofsky glared at them, as if daring them to say something else, but they didn't. They stepped back. "Come on, Kurt." David turned around and started to head towards his car, even more pissed than before.

When they got back to the Karofsky household, the first thing Kurt did was search around for Jennifer Karofsky. She wasn't there. He sighed in relief, but only because he really wanted to talk to David. About everything.

"Kurt, move." Dave asked curtly as he tried to push Kurt away from the foot of the steps.

"No, I am not going to move until you tell me your problem."

"I don't have a problem. Move."

"No."

"Move, Kurt."

"So nothing makes you gay?"

"Kurt. Why are we talking about this?"

"Why can't you just admit it?"

"You wanted me to tell them?"

"No, I… I just."

"Kurt, I did."

"You did what?"

"Tell them." Kurt looked at him confused.

"No, you didn't and you don't have to… look, I am sorry, I am not trying to push anything." Kurt sighed and tried to walk away, but this time it was Dave that persisted.

"What I said was the truth, because nothing is making me gay. I am gay. Plain and simple. It is who I am and it's not because of you, or anything else. I did tell them, they just didn't get it."

Kurt stared at him, a bit shocked. Not only had he had just told him straight out that he was gay, he had explained in a way that Kurt had never really thought of before, and it had made him ashamed of himself. " Oh."

"Yeah….," he looked off to the side," will you move now?"

"I guess so… just tell me what I did wrong?"

David sighed. " Nothing. You didn't do anything… except drive me crazy. Look, Kurt. I am just really confused, please don't take it personally…"

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Yeah… I understand. You don't hate me right?"

"No, of course not."

"Right, then I will give you your space." Kurt said, and nodded as if to make that a promise.

"Thankyou." David said, and passed him up the stairs. He stopped midway and turned back to look at him. " Kurt, it won't be this way forever."

"Promise?"

"Promise."