A/N: Oh my! I am so sorry for the massive three-month break! I've been working on my PhD and had a massive chunk of work to finish and it just kind of got away from me! I'm still pretty busy so I'm not sure how regular updates are going to be but I'll try not to have a ridiculously long break again.

Thanks once again to all my reviewers, especially stl29tide for the insight into the US college applications system. Not 100% sure how I'm going to work this into the story yet but it's useful information to have since it college will rear its head at some point.

Also, I know Sam isn't returning for Senior Year but I've already mentioned him a couple of times and I didn't want to have to write him out. So Sam's still here and he's dating Mercedes.

Not His Type?

Chapter Ten

It had been two weeks since their first date and they were now into October. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and Kurt was lounging on his bed thinking about how blissfully happy he was. Dave had gone fishing with his dad, uncle and cousin. Apparently it was some kind of ritual for the Karofsky men and Kurt idly wondered if one day Dave would be able to go fishing with his dad.

The subject of telling Burt about their relationship had come up the previous weekend. Kurt had gone round to Dave's to find his boyfriend (Gaga, he still loved using that word!) baking. "It's my little cousin Emily's birthday tomorrow," Dave had explained. "I'm making the cupcakes for her party and I'm just on to the frosting if you want to help?"

Kurt firmly believed that he was a genius with anything creative so decorating some cakes would be a piece of, well, cake. He readily agreed to help and followed Dave into the kitchen where thirty vanilla cupcakes sat waiting. Dave handed Kurt a frosting pipe and a bowl full of bright pink, glittery frosting. Kurt watched Dave do the first one and instantly regretted his decision to help. Dave not only was quick, but his cake looked like it had been bought from a shop. "Wow! No wonder you want to do this for a living!" Dave had looked incredibly smug at this, but Kurt didn't mind. How can you be infuriated by someone who has pink icing on the end of their nose?

Forty-five minutes later and Dave had finished twenty-seven cakes, Kurt three. Dave's looked like they could be sold at the Lima Bean, Kurt's looked like they had been made by a pre-schooler. Kurt had tried to look nonchalant, like he didn't mind finding something he wasn't any good at but Dave could read him like a book. "It's good that there's something you suck at, Fancy," he had said between tears of laughter. "It's character building." Kurt had given his boyfriend his best death glare but that just made Dave laugh harder.

"What?" Kurt grumbled.

"Well, babe, you'd be a lot more scary if you didn't have frosting in your hair. And on your cheek. And your forehead. Oh, and how did you get it on your ear?"

Kurt started laughing, he couldn't help it. OK, so he sucked at making pretty cakes. But he was, apparently, good at making himself pretty. Dave kissed him gently and then proceeded to scoop the frosting off his boyfriend's face. "Can I use your shower?" Kurt had asked.

"Sure. Um, why?"

"Well, I can't go home with pink frosting in my hair. My dad'll want to know what I've been up to. He thinks I'm at the mall with Mercedes and Tina."

An odd expression crossed Dave's face for a moment before he said, "No problem. Follow me. I'll get you some clean towels."

Kurt had showered, re-dressed and left the bathroom to find Dave sitting on his bed, deep in contemplation. "I've been thinking," the bigger boy murmured. "It's not fair of me to make you lie to your dad. And the longer we leave it, the worse it'll be. He already doesn't like me. Hates me probably. You lying to him isn't going to help matters."

Kurt gaped at Dave, not sure if he was saying what he thought he was saying.

"I'm not saying we should tell him now. But soon. Maybe after our first game?"

Kurt smiled as he remembered hugging Dave, kissing him until they could hardly breathe. This would be a massive step for Dave, followed only by telling his friends at school. The Titan's first game was that coming Thursday against Dalton Academy. Apparently Dalton's team were pretty poor but Coach Bieste didn't want her boys slacking. She'd had them training extra hard and between football, hockey and glee, Kurt was surprised Dave had time to do anything else, let along homework and college applications. Kurt was really beginning to see what Paul Karofsky had meant about Dave being a straight-A student. He was one of the hardest working people Kurt had ever met and now he was adding coming out to Kurt's dad into his already hectic life.

Kurt was brought out of his reverie by the sound of the doorbell and he scrambled up from his bed and headed upstairs. His dad and Carole were out and he knew full well that Finn would not be able to hear anything over the sound of his Xbox. Opening the front door, Kurt was stopped in his tracks when he saw who was there. Oh, well, he thought. At least I look fabulous.

"Blaine?" The Warbler looked tired, like he hadn't slept in days but Kurt found he didn't even care what was wrong. He went to shut the door in his ex's face, but Blaine stuck out his arm, stopping him.

"Kurt, wait. Please." Kurt stood there, unsure what to do. He didn't really want to give Blaine the time of day but, at the same time, he had to admit to being a little curious as to why his ex-boyfriend was standing at his door. He nodded to Blaine to continue, but didn't move from the door. "Kurt, I am so sorry for what I did to you. You're worth a million of Wes. I've left him... I never should have been with him in the first place. It's you I love. Please take me back?"

Kurt wasn't sure whether to be angry or laugh. Did Blaine really think he could win him back? "No, Blaine. That day we broke up, I meant what I said. I was coming round to break up with you anyway. I wanted out long before I discovered you and Wes. Goodbye." Kurt went to shut the door a second time but Blaine stopped him again.

"No! You can't leave me too! We were perfect together. I screwed up, I know I did, but now Wes has left-"

"Wes left? But you just said you left him..." Blaine just stood there, mouth slightly open as if he knew he'd been caught out. "Oh, I see." Kurt was furious now. "Wes got as tired of your pathetic antics as I did and he left you. So you, desperate for someone to fawn over you, come round here pretending you've seen the error of your ways and try to win me back by lying to me. Am I wrong?" Blaine's face told Kurt that he was, in fact, the complete opposite of wrong. "Well, you know what, Blaine Anderson? Even if I was stupid enough to still care about you, I wouldn't take you back because I'm with someone else." Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Eyebrows.

Those words seemed to snap Blaine out of his comatose state. "Now who's lying, Kurt?"

"I'm not lying." Whoops. Kurt hadn't meant to mention that he had a boyfriend to Blaine, but the Warbler had got him so mad. Oh, well, at least he wouldn't have to reveal Dave's identity.

"Don't make me laugh," Blaine sneered. "Where would you meet another gay guy in this hole? Unless... Unless... No!" Realisation seemed to dawn on Blaine's face. "No... Karofsky?" Kurt wanted to deny it, to protect Dave but he knew that his face was turning a delicate shade of beetroot, giving him away. "Seriously? Karofsky? Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, I thought you had better taste than that. Or where you just so desperate for a boyfriend that you went rummaging around in the closet?"

"It's not like that. He's twice the man you are."

"Oh, I'd say three times the man from the size of him. The big, fat oaf. You'll regret choosing him over me, you know." Blaine looked seriously angry. Kurt wondered if anyone had ever denied him anything before in his life.

"I'd like you to leave now, Blaine." Kurt tried to shut the door but, once again, Blaine stopped him.

"No. I'm not leaving until I make you realise what a big mistake you're making."

"The only mistake I've made is wasting any time on you." Kurt was fighting back the tears and he didn't think he could hold them off much longer. "You're a liar and a cheat and the only regret I have is that I didn't see it sooner. Dave is honest and kind and he loves me and-"

And suddenly Finn was there, moving Kurt to one side and barging Blaine backwards out of the door. "What my brother and his boyfriend get up to is no one's business but their own. And it's especially not yours. I never want to see your face around here again. Understand?" Finn was a lot bigger than Blaine and this did not escape Blaine's attention. The Warbler ran for his car and sped off up the street without another word.

Kurt, on the other hand, was shell shocked. Finn had heard. Oh, Gaga, he'd heard. He knew. And it was all Kurt's fault. It-

"Do you want to talk about it?" Finn was smiling. Well, that was a good sign, at least.

Kurt walked back into the house and sat down on the sofa next to his step-brother. "So, is it true what Blaine said? You and Karofsky are...?" Kurt could see Finn was trying to be as comfortable as he could with all this.

"A couple? Yes, it's true." Kurt didn't see any way round it. He couldn't lie when so much had been exposed, but he hated himself for parading Dave's secret in front of Finn.

Finn looked thoughtful for a moment. "I suspected he was, y'know, gay. He was always accusing everyone else but he never had a girlfriend. Then he started dating Santana... But she turned out to be a lesbian. So he is gay, then? Hey, is that why he bullied you?"

Kurt had been wondering how long it would take for that to come up. "Yes. He was scared and he was lashing out. I'm not excusing what he did, and he wouldn't either. But I've forgiven him. And we've been a couple now for about three weeks."

"Who knows?"

"His parents, Santana, Brittany, Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes at this last name. "Oh, and you." Tears began to fill Kurt's eyes again. "Please don't tell anyone, Finn. Please. Not Dad, not Rachel, no one. Please. He's not ready to tell anyone in school. And we were going to talk to Dad after the game on Thursday. Please, Finn."

"A year ago I'd have been warning you away from him. But I've seen how much he's changed. Hell, we've all seen how much he's changed. He's a good guy and you deserve to be happy. So, no, I won't tell anyone."

"Not even Rachel?"

Finn laughed. "Especially not Rachel." For a second Finn looked scared. "But don't tell her I said that."

Kurt couldn't help himself. He leapt at his step-brother and pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank you, Finn. And thank you for getting rid of Blaine."

"No problem. Never liked him anyway."

Kurt smiled. "I need to tell Dave what happened and that you know."

"Tell him if he ever hurts you I'll kick his ass."

Kurt grinned and went back to his room to call Dave. Seriously, in an ass-kicking contest he was pretty sure Dave would win, but he appreciated Finn's sentiment nonetheless.

ooo

Dave had been worried when Kurt told him that Finn knew, but it was now Thursday and Hudson had been as good as his word. He had told no one and had even come to Dave after football practice to say that he had his back. Apparently, he had even been buttering up Kurt's dad, talking to Kurt in front of him about how improved Dave was, how he was such a great guy these days. No, Dave wasn't worried about Hudson, he was more concerned with what had happened between Blaine and Kurt. From what Kurt had told him, Blaine had been really angry. Dave had always had Hair Gel pegged as something of a spoilt brat. A little prince who got whatever he asked for as soon as he asked for it. His reaction to Kurt's rejection confirmed that for Dave but it also scared him. People like that could be dangerous when they didn't get what they wanted. He was painfully aware that they were playing Dalton Academy later that evening and he was worried about what might happen.

He was in glee now, listening to Berry sing some showtune he didn't recognise. He knew he looked worried but Hudson, Puck, Mike, Artie and Sam all looked apprehensive as well, so hopefully people would just think he was worrying about the game. He caught Kurt's eye and saw instantly that he didn't have him fooled. Kurt knew exactly what he was panicked about. Dave smiled at him and the other boy flushed and looked away.

Oh, well, thought Dave, at least this is taking my mind off telling Kurt's dad...

ooo

Dave knew something was up as soon as he walked out on to the pitch. The Dalton team were all following him with their eyes. The floodlights meant he couldn't seek out Kurt's face in the stands, but he knew he was there. He wondered if he could see Dalton's odd behaviour. As the two teams faced each other, the Dalton boys all started making limp wrist motions. Dave felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

They knew.

"They callin' us all fags?" Azimio spluttered.

Dave just stood there, catching Hudson's eye. Hudson knew what was going on but he clearly didn't know what to do. Dave felt his legs begin to shake. He thought he knew what was coming next but even he couldn't predict the full extent of Blaine's malice.

Banners were being held up by Dalton's supporters.

THE HOMOPHOBE'S A HOMO

KAROFSKY 4 HUMMEL

QUEER-OFSKY

MCKINLEY'S PROM KING'S A QUEEN

KAROFSKY LIKES IT IN THE TIGHT END

The Dalton team were now chanting, "Kurt and David, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G," and Dave felt the world start to spin around him and he felt like he was going to puke. He wanted to come out, he really did, but not like this. Not like this. Any way but this.

"Ignore them, D, they're just trying to psyche you out." Azimio's voice seemed to come from a long way away. "I mean, it's not true is it?" Dave didn't answer, he just stared at his friend. "D? Is it? Is... Oh, God, it is true? You a homo?"

David remained silent. If he didn't open his mouth then he wouldn't puke. Simple. But suddenly he felt a rush of bodies around him. He heard the thump of fists on flesh. And he heard a voice he recognised shrieking, "You bastard!"