A/N Well I just discovered something! I had posted chapter 3 instead of chapter 2. So that means my story had no chapter 2 and two chapter 3s. It must have been very confusing to you guys. I have repaired the damage (April 25,2011) so if you wish please go back and read chapter 2. It will be worth your while. The story will make more sense AND it's kinda smutty! Please read!
Chapter 10 – the following week
Monday and Tuesday was more or less a repeat of the previous week, the daily dumpster dive, slushie facials and locker shoves. Kurt joined the Glee kids for lunch and apologized sincerely to them for the mess he created for them. They started to warm up to him and he was grateful for their understanding. He left Dave alone and did not try to approach him in the halls or at lunch.
On Wednesday morning, he bumped into Dave quite unintentionally in the boy's bathroom.
"Holly shit Kurt, what happened? Did they slushie you and THEN dump you in the dumpster?"
"No, they dumped me in the dumpster first, and then poured slushies on top of me."
"Sorry man, I've asked them a several times to lay off you."
"It's okay, It's not like I don't deserve it," sighed Kurt as he tried to clean off the worst of the slushie and garbage mixture.
"Wait a minute you think you deserve this treatment?"
"Don't you? Dave, I treated you pretty shitty. I wanted sex and used you. I pretended to liked you when I didn't even respect you. I two-timed you and I didn't want you to come out so that we could keep our sexual relationship a secret. Then I dumped you publically after you saved me from the puck heads." Kurt looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. "You know the bullying was bad when I was here before, but it didn't hurt as much then because people were picking on me because I was different or because I was in Glee. I knew it wasn't my fault, that it was their ignorance.
The bullying really hurts now because it's so personal. They're throwing me into the dumpster because I'm a jerk and a bad person. It's not their ignorance anymore, it's because of my ignorance." Kurt sniffed and blinked back tears that were threatening to leak out of his eyes. He looked at the jock imploringly, "Dave I am so sorry for the way I have treated you. It was hurtful and shallow and you didn't deserve it. I am so angry at myself for wasting what we could have had. If I had only opened my eyes and seen you for the person you really are, instead of holding on to my prejudices."
"But?..."
"But? I don't know what you mean by but?"
"There's always a but."
"Not this time. I have no excuse or rationale for the way I treated you. I am just very sorry."
"Why didn't you show up for lunch this week? I thought you were trying to get me back?"
"I have told you I want you back. But I realize I can't control your feelings and make you take me back. It was wrong for me to try. It was as bad as not taking responsibility for my behavior these last six weeks. I won't bother you anymore, so you can heal." Kurt sniffed and pulled out a tissue to blow his nose. His tears were running freely now, he didn't bother to stop them. "Dave I really hope that you find someone very special, that will really appreciate what a great guy you are. See ya around sometime I guess." Kurt smiled a sad smile at Dave then turned to leave the bathroom.
"Wait!" Dave called after him. "Will you have lunch with me today?"
"Your friends don't want me around, with good reason."
"I'll tell them I want you to have lunch with me."
"You tried that before and they wouldn't listen."
"I asked them to leave you alone. Now I'll tell them to. They'll listen – or else!"
Kurt smiled, hope glimmered in his eyes. "Okay, I would love to have lunch with you!"
"See you at 12:30 in the cafeteria then."
"Yah, see you."
At lunch time Kurt timidly walked over to the jocks' table and sat with Dave. The jocks glowered at him but left him alone. It turned out to be a pleasant lunch; the jocks talked about jock stuff. Occasionally Kurt would ask Dave a question about the ongoing discussion, and Dave would explain quietly and patiently.
Thursday Kurt made it to class for the first time with his original clothes intact. He was able to roam the halls without worrying about getting bashed into lockers. He had one fearful moment when Azimio confronted him, breathing hard down into his face, demanding to know what shit he was pulling on Dave this time. He apologized to Azimio for being such an ass, complimented him on being such a good friend to Dave and earnestly tried to get across that he did not want to hurt Dave, ever again.
Azimio studied Kurt, "Dave seems much better now," he said slowly. "He seems to have forgiven you, though I don't know why. I think he's crazy to give you a second chance but he seems pretty happy about it. He's getting back to his old self and I suppose that's because of you." Azimio paused to think. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt because you seem sincere, but so help me if you do anything to hurt him again I'll … You don't want to know what I'll do!"
Kurt just nodded. "I understand completely! Wait, did you say he's going to give me a second chance?" The thought thrilled Kurt to his core; a second chance with David! He practically skipped to his next class.
Lunch time was good. The jocks seemed to accept that Kurt would be joining them daily. He didn't receive any dirty looks and they actually tried to keep him in the conversation. Kurt didn't talk much because he was too busy watching Dave in his element. It was obvious Dave was feeling much better because he was actively engaged in the conversation around the table. Kurt just stared in amazement as he listened to the conversation. Dave was intelligent, droll, and many times out right funny. It turned out he was a hell of a story teller. They were talking about the evil things parents do and Dave had to tell his story.
"You wanna know the most evil thing my parents did to me? Well I'll tell ya, it was Christmas time and I was eight and…"
"OH here we go!" sighed Azimio as he slapped his hand over his face. "Will you never let it drop? I have heard this stupid story and all its variations since the year it happened. Besides, it's a Christmas story it should only be told at Christmas, once yearly."
"It's an evil parent story so I'm allowed to tell it now," argued David.
"I'd like to hear it," Kurt piped up.
"Kurt wants to hear it so I'm telling it," Dave glared at everyone at the table daring them to say anything.
"Get on with it then, I haven't heard it either," prompted one of the jocks.
"I was eight and all I wanted for Christmas was a PlayStation 2. I didn't have a game console yet but all my friends had them and I was absolutely desperate to have one. My father on the other hand is a big believer in physical activity. He felt that I should be outside playing real games instead of sitting in front of a monitor only exercising my thumbs. I nagged, cajoled, begged, pleaded, bargained, and raged against the unfairness of it all. My parents kept coming back and asking me to choose another present instead. I decided I was gonna go for broke; I took a huge risk, telling them not to bother buying me anything for Christmas if they weren't going to get me my play station 2. My older sister thought I was nuts. 'You can probably have anything you want, a brand new bike, roller blades or some really cool action figures; it will be the worst Christmas ever if you don't choose something else.' But the truth was, I didn't want anything else…"
"This sounds like some kind of Christmas movie of the week," laughed one of the jocks.
"Do you want to shut up Harding? I'll be more than happy to clothesline you in the halls later today," huffed Dave looking deadly serious, but the guys just laughed off the threat.
"Closelining, what's that?" asked Kurt.
Dave explained that clotheslining someone was when you suddenly stuck your arm out straight as someone runs or walks by so that your arm catches them just under the chin and they fall to the ground.
"It's just as if you ran into a real clothes line. You don't see the line and it completely takes you by surprise."
"You would do that to a friend?" Kurt asked horrified.
"No! Hell no!" Dave quickly responded, "but that doesn't mean I can't threaten a friend with it when he interrupts my story." Dave glared at the offender once more.
"Go ahead tell your story," Harding stated holding his hands up in a 'make peace' gesture, "just get on with it".
Dave, satisfied he had everyone's attention again started, "Anyways before the big day, I must have searched the whole house top to bottom to see if there was any evidence of a playstation or a receipt or anything. There was nada, nothing! I was still hopeful because sometimes my Dad would keep stuff at his office so we wouldn't find anything so it would stay a surprise. My crappy older sister TORTURED ME in the days leading up to Christmas, first by telling me she saw something, then saying she was mistaken, then she'd tell me she over heard them discussing buying it then she'd tell me she heard them say they weren't buying it. By Christmas eve I was a basket case filled with dread and excitement."
"You're still a basket case." Azimio chuckled.
"Azimio!" cautioned Dave and then continued on with his story. "I didn't sleep the whole night. My parents had a rule that we couldn't go downstairs to look under the tree until 7:00am. I laid in my bed the whole night, just watching the numbers on my clock slowly turn, minute by minute. I raced downstairs the moment the clock clicked over to 7:00 and ran over to the tree. Another Christmas rule was that we could look but we couldn't touch the presents. There under the tree was a box with my name on it that was the approximate size of a Playstation 2! I was FREAKING OUT! I wanted it so bad. But first we had to sit through Christmas breakfast before we could open presents. I honestly don't know how I survived breakfast without having a massive coronary I was so pumped. We went into the living room where the tree was I had to sit there quietly while the all presents were doled out to everyone. Dad kept telling me to stop bouncing up and down on the couch. Finally it was time, the big moment. I was allowed to open my present. I ripped open the paper and gasped, it was the proper playstation 2 box alright. The box had been opened and retaped so it was easy for me to pull off the tape open the flaps and look inside."
"Was it the play station?" Kurt asked leaning forward completely caught up in the story.
"No it wasn't. It was bed sheets! New bed sheets for my bed with a Mario brothers pattern on them!"
Everybody at the table groaned. "Oh my God! That's terrible!" gasped Kurt absolutely horrified.
"Tell me about it! I was absolutely gutted! There I was kneeling on the carpet with my stomach and intestines lying all over the floor and my parents couldn't give a damn. They didn't even seem to notice my suffering, they were too busy opening their own presents and cooing over socks and body lotion. My mouth opened to scream but nothing came out, I just sat there like fish out of water, my mouth opening and closing. Finally my mother looked over at me and asked innocently, 'Do you like your bed sheets honey?' They had absolutely no clue how much this playstation meant to me. I love my family so much but I tell you if I had an AK 47 at that moment, I would have mowed them down. How could they do this to me?"
Dave looked around at the rapt attention he was receiving from everyone, particularly Kurt who was hanging off his every word. Azimio just smiled and shook his head. "It gets more outrageous every time he tells it."
"Oh shhh!" shhed Kurt swatting at Azimio, "Go on Dave."
Dave continued, "finally my Dad couldn't stand it anymore he started chuckling, which set my Mom and sister off. They sat there laughing at me in my complete and utter misery. My dad finally said 'go down the hall and look in my study you idiot, you're present's in there.' I sprung up and charged down the hall and ran into my Dad's study. In the middle of the floor was a plain cardboard box and when I ripped it open, my brand new Playstation 2 was there in all its glory. My parents were playing a joke on me, all was right with world, and I had renewed faith in humanity. Now, were my parents evil or what?"
"That was pretty fucking evil," agreed many of the boys laughing and chuckling as they sat around the table.
"Great story Dave! You should be an author," Kurt gushed, gazing up at Dave with adoration.
Friday was the best day of all. He had another fun lunch with the guys. Kurt just basked in the easy banter of the jocks. He was surprised at first at the violence and the profanity of their speech. Besides the liberal use of fuck as a noun, verb, adverb and adjective, the jocks constantly threatened each other with bodily harm. Kurt just shook his head at the easy way these blood thirsty threats were bandied about in their lunch time conversation. About half way through lunch, Harding teased Kurt about his soprano-like voice and how girly he was. The table went quiet and Dave's face clouded over with rage and looked like he was going to leap at the guy.
To show Dave and everyone that he could stand up for himself; Kurt placed a restraining hand on Dave's arm, glared at the offender and replied, "watch it, Hard On," (using the deragatory nickname Harding was called by) "or else I will kick you in the 'nads so hard your voice end up an octave higher than mine."
That was met with howls of laughter and yells of "Oh Snap! and BURN!" He got a congratulatory slap on his back by Azimio that almost pushed him through the table but he didn't mind. He was being accepted by Dave's friends and it was worth the pain.
Dave reached over and rested his hand on Kurt's shoulders."You don't know this, Harding, since you weren't here last year, but Kurt has a great kick. He was the kicker for the football team last season and scored the winning points for the only game the Titans won."
"Yeah," Azimio added laughing, "you don't want your foreskin sailing over the posts like he sent that pigskin!"
"Oh God!" Harding gasped cringing and clutching his nuts, staring at Kurt like he was scared out of his wits. " I certainly won't tease you anymore," he remarked in a high falsetto voice that cracked everyone up including Kurt.
The best part was Dave kept his knee pressed up against Kurt's leg under the table for the entire lunch period.
Later that day he was walking through the halls hurrying to get to Glee practice. Suddenly a bulky arm reached out from the open door of the boys' washroom and pulled him inside. Kurt's head whipped around to see who it was and sighed with relief when he looked into the mischievous face of Dave. Dave moved to the door and locked it and then leaned against the door gazing at Kurt. The counter-tenor smiled and quickly moved towards Dave. He was going to wrap his arms around larger boy's neck but faltered slightly, not sure if Dave wanted him to touch him. Dave smiled and opened his arms so that Kurt could step in closer and be engulfed by a warm embrace. Kurt closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of Dave's body against his. He lifted up his chin bringing his lips closer, hoping that Dave would kiss him. Dave happily complied and pressed his lips on Kurt's waiting mouth. Kurt let a deep throated moan slip out in appreciation for the thoroughly wonderful kiss Dave bestowed upon him. He hoped that Dave would deepen the kiss but the jock pulled back instead. Kurt let out a little whine of disappointment as they parted.
"Kurt, I was hoping maybe you would like to go out to Bread sticks with me on Saturday night." Dave asked.
"Are you kidding? I would love that!" gushed Kurt very pleased. Kurt's face suddenly fell , "I'd better ask my Dad first, he'll want to know what I'm doing and who I'm doing it with. He may ask you to come in and he will want to talk to you."
"That's fine. We're just going to have dinner anyways."
"That's it?" Kurt asked a bit disappointed.
"I want to take it slow. I'm not ready for anything more."
"That's fine," Kurt said happily, "I'm just so glad you are willing to give me anything at all. I've learned my lesson, I really want to get to know you. You can be the tiger this time." said Kurt and smiled up at Dave. Kurt let out a surprised giggle as his new boyfriend grabbed him with a deep throated growl and pretended to nibble on his neck.
The End – Epilogue following