A/N Hey! This one starts right where the last one left off again.

I just need to say – I've had a comment about how this is 'Too British.' I am British, and I speak English the way it's spoken in England. So I do use some English slang that might not be what is said by Americans, and I apologise, but I can't americanise everything I write. (Is that even a word…? Americanise…? Whatever.) Anyway, enjoy, and please read the Author's Note at the end, because it's important. Enjoy! : )

-Darcey

I'm walking down the hallway, late as usual. I really can't be bothered to go to class, but I ditched the last lesson, I can't do it again, or they'd get suspicious. Of course, I'm holding a slushie. I love how all the losers flinch as soon as they see me, hoping it's not them that I'm after. It's not. I'm after Hummel. He needs to know how much I hate him for doing this to me. And how much I hate him for his bravery. Bravery that I don't have. He's 'Out of the Closet' now. I could never do that. And I hate him even more because of it.

It's really not fair. How is he so brave? How does he put up with me? I'm pretty much slushieing him every day and there he is, walking around the school like he owns it. I'd hate him and his stupid arrogance even more if he wasn't so damn gorgeous! Why should I be attracted to this guy? It's stupid. I'm clearly just confused. He's the only guy I've ever liked like that, I'm just… just confused. It's probably because he looks so much like a girl. That's it.

Okay, maybe I was wrong.

I just don't know! Why is it all so confusing for him and so easy for me?

I'm getting over him. I'm certain of it. I haven't thought about him all summer!

Just to prove how over him I am, I'm gonna chuck him into even more stuff that usual. Oh, here he comes. I'm gonna shove him into a locker. I'm walking over to him, and I push him hard into the wall. There. That's how over him I am.

I'm sauntering up to him, a smirk plastered on my face. Grinning, I practically throw him into a locker. That'll teach him… Wait – why is he following me into the changing rooms?

"What are you so scared of?" he's shouting at me. I decide to make a snide, homophobic comment like I usually do.

"Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk!"

"Oh right, every straight guy's nightmare - that all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you!" I flinch, because, that's exactly what he's done. And I'm not listening any more, not listening to him insult me, and I'm just wishing he'd shut up…

"Don't push me, Hummel!"

"You're going to hit me? Go on, do it. You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!" And he's right up in my face, and I can't think straight, because his face is right there and he's all angry and sexy – wait, where did that come from? Just angry, not sexy, but oh, God, he is sexy…

"Just get out of my face!"

"You're nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!" and I can't take it any more, he's right there and WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? I can't help it, and my lips are on his and oh my God, because this feels right! But I need to see him, make sure this is real, and yes, I want him again, but he's pushing me away, Oh God, what have I just done? And I'm running away, because I can't bear it any more, can't bear to see the pain on his face…"

Kurt and Finn stared at Dave. Dave blinked, as if coming out of a trance. Finn tilted his head to the side slightly, obviously thinking deeply.

"So you're gay?" He asked eventually.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"But what about Santana? That makes her your… beard? So what's in it for her?" Dave sighed at Finn's question, unable to answer without losing Santana's trust. And however manipulating Santana was, she was also a good friend, Dave realised. So he kept his mouth shut, knowing Kurt would do the same. Dave turned to the slender brunette in question. Kurt sighed and began to tell his own story.

"You both know that I used to like Finn." Kurt wrinkled his nose adorably at the idea. "But he made it clear he wasn't interested in me, and I realised that I liked him more as a brother than as a boyfriend. But there was someone else. I've always, secretly been into the Bad Boy type. And there Dave was. But he was clearly straight. Well, so far in the closet that even I, with my amazing gaydar-" Finn made a noise that sounded awfully like "Sam" Kurt just scowled before continuing with his story.

"Even I, with my amazing gaydar, thought he was. So I pretended that I still liked Finn. And then I pretended to 'get over' Finn. But in reality, I'd done that long ago. And when I thought that Sam might possibly be gay… well, I tried. I really tried. But I didn't like him. Not like that. Because despite his bullying getting worse and worse, I liked Dave! And then I met Blaine, and hey, he was actually gay. So I gave liking him a shot. It didn't work. My acting skills are better than I thought, however, and I now have one smitten boyfriend. But anyway. Then Dave kissed me. And I was so surprised, and confused, and damn happy! But I couldn't let anyone know. Not that I was happy. You're not supposed to be happy when someone forcibly kisses you. But Blaine grew suspicious of us, Dave, even though at the time, we were just friends. When I came to see you after school and… we… kissed."

"I heard what you said before hand. About how I was ugly and-"

Kurt hung his head.

"I was telling Blaine what he wanted to hear. So he'd let me see you. I'm sorry. I don't really feel that way…" and Kurt's lips were on Dave's again, and Dave was kissing back, his hands running through Kurt's hair… Finn coughed awkwardly, and the couple broke apart, smiling at each other. Finn sighed.

"My head hurts. You're confusing me! So, you've loved each other forever. How lovely. Why was that so complicated?" Kurt chuckled, and muttered pretended to cough,

Cough "Rachel" cough

"Touché." Finn replied, standing up. "I'm gonna leave you guys to it… just saying, Burt will be home in-" Finn checked his watch, "an hour. And aren't you expecting Blaine… now?"

"Oh shit!" It was quite unlike Kurt to swear, but Dave wasn't concentrating on that.

"Dave, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to go… Blaine can't see you here, he'll jump to conclusions, and-"

"Conclusions which are true" Finn pointed out from the doorway.

"Yes, but if I'm going to break up with him… I don't want it to be like this. He's a nice guy, and I don't want him to get hurt…" Kurt trailed off, and kissed Dave lightly on the lips.

"Bye!" Dave didn't like Kurt dismissing him so easily, but he had a point. He had to leave.

"Bye Kurt!" he called from the front door, turning around to shut it, and strolling down the path. Tearing his eyes away from the door, he spun around to face the path. And bumped into one Blaine Anderson.

A/N oh wow, this got kinda long. And overly fluffy. There'll be some angst and drama, and plenty of making out soon. I promise. But in the meantime, I just need to ask you a couple of things –

Where do you guys want this story to go? I have the next couple of chapters planned out, but I don't know where I'm going after that. I could make it a prompt thing, after it's ended, and you send me ideas for Kurtofsky oneshots that I'll put up as chapters with this, just them being cute? Or I could just end it when I imagined it ending. Feel free to review/P.M me suggestions (Read: please, please, PLEASE give me ideas!)

Also, shameless self-promoting: I'm going to start working on a prompt fic based around Kurt, just a collection of unrelated oneshots about him. It can be Kurtofsky (romance or friendship), Klaine (romance or friendship), Furt (brotherly, romance or friendship), PucKurt (romantic or friendship), Kurtcedes friendship, or Hummelberry friendship, pretty much anything. But no Kum/Heavens. Just no, 'kay? But P.M me some ideas, lovelies!

And I love Ilovesmesomeglee. You're my total top reviewer. You're amazing : )

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