A/N: So I'm hoping whenever I pluck up the guts to write one, there will be an M rated spin off to this telling the tale of Finn and Kurt's first time. It'll probably turn out terrible so I'm debating it at the moment, meanwhile enjoy this chapter where there is plenty of Karofsky. There's also a lot of speech, sorry if you hate speech. Thank you all the reviews and alerts, keep 'em coming - it's Christmas time after all. :)

Disclaimer: Glee is still not mine, hence the reason why I'm writing this...
Also the song used in this chapter is "Your Song" originally by Elton John but I had the cover by Ellie Goulding in mind while writing this.

(When the writing is like this Kurt is writing the note. When the writing is like this Karofsky is writing the note.)


I was stupid, actually stupid. I had even asked Finn to inject my skull with some decent working brain cells; of course he thought I was serious... God only knows why I decided to study French and Spanish; bearing in mind I've been able to speak fluent French since I was eleven years old. So every lesson was an hour of my life wasted, Spanish would only pass as 'interesting' because I sat next to Finn and feeling each other up under the tables was fun. It managed to combine the thrill of each other with the thrill of getting caught.

Today was supposed to be one of those days which drag, the ones that never seem to end and you get ready to go home and realise you have two more lessons left – those days. But somehow it didn't turn out that way, before I knew it I had flown through my Study Hall period, English, English History and Spanish. All I had left was double French and Glee Club after school. We were all performing solos this afternoon, so I was quite excited to show what I had under my sleeve. I've been planning it for months now.

I walked into my French class, greeted Miss Simpson and had a conversation about Dancing with The Stars (in French of course) and then made my way to my seat. I usually hated this lesson, due to the fact I knew it all and the fact that I had to sit next to Karofsky. He usually threw stuff at me and pushed me off my chair but I'd have fun insulting him in French and he wouldn't understand a thing. But maybe he won't do that anymore considering...

"Hey, Kurt!" He said cheerily as he sat down beside me.

I was still cautious of him and part of me was convinced it was all planned and all the jocks would come and kill me while I slept or was innocently buying ice cream.

"Karofsky," I said nodding my head as a greeting.

"Are we not on good terms or something?" He asked, worried.

"You're not planning to kill me while I buy ice cream are you?"

"Excuse me?" I got the strangest look ever; he spun round on his chair to look at me with his eyebrow raised high.

I chuckled after I realised what I had said; "Sorry, thoughts became words."

"You were thinking of me killing you while you buy ice cream?" He asked, still very confused.

"Yes, well, yes. That's not important, could you repeat the question because I'm lost..."

"I said "are we not on good terms or something?" and then you talked about ice cream; so are we not on good terms?"

"Karofsky-"

"-Dave, I don't like Karofsky to be used as my first name." He paused, "not anymore anyway."

"Oh, okay. Well, after the constant years of pushing me into the lockers and throwing me in dumpsters and giving me a slushie facial every single day, I don't think we'll ever be on fantastic terms with each other. But I'm willing to be civil, even friendly," I teased.

"I'm sorry about that, especially now." He looked down and picked at the notebook in front him.

"What's that? Dave Karofsky is apologising? Let me get my Flip Cam!" I said, standing up quickly and flapping about in a really gay way – there was no other way to describe it, it was really gay.

"Ha ha," Dave said sarcastically pulling me back down to my seat, "Shut up!" His tone change from sarcastic to serious was so sudden and hilarious I cracked up laughing. He nudged me and told me to shut up again.

"Well, your apology is accepted. For now. You step out of line and I'll have the whole gay community come down on you like a steamroller!" I said pointing my finger in his face and looking him up and down.

"Who's that you and Finn?" He joked.

"And you," I muttered under my breath with a raised eyebrow and slight cheeky smile.

"Yeah, well, until then." It got quite awkward then, only because we both wanted to say things we knew we couldn't.

I faced him on my chair and smiled sincerely, scooting a little close to speak quieter to him, I said; "How is that going?"

"I went to talk to his parents at the weekend; they made us talk it out. They didn't know why we weren't talking anymore but they tried to support both sides of the story." He said, quietly; weary of other people in the room.

"And?" I pushed.

"It ended in a fight," he said as he lowered the neck line of his t-shirt, a bruise was nicely sitting on his collarbone; all purple and yellow looking as sore as it was.

"Shit," I muttered and lowered my head, sighing.

"No big deal, he's in a bigger mess; it's just the end of things I guess." Dave said rather sadly.

"You sound sad." I stated and he nodded.

"I think I am, but I suppose he's not worth it. I just feel... lost sometimes. It's weird loosing someone you've spent most of your life with."

"Incompletion."

"Yes, incompletion," he chuckled. "Kurt, do you put it on or are you naturally the deep, pondering kind?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Finn points it out most of the time, it's a bad habit I have," I said laughing softly.

Miss Simpson began the lesson, in English – incompetent people who didn't understand French. Why would they even bother studying it if they don't understand it? Right then, time to go to sleep I guess, no point being awake.

I got a note half way through the lesson saying:

Kurt, why are you pretending to be asleep?

It was from Dave, after a few nudges I read it and wrote back.

Parce que je sais déjà ce truc!

Kurt, did you just offend me again?

No. I said I already know this stuff, there's no point me being awake.

Oh, that makes sense then. You wanna be my partner in the next task?

You just want to talk about your feelings don't you?

No, I want you to tell me yours.

Erm. K. Why not, it's either you or Brett and he smells homeless, homeless!

That's kinda harsh. Not saying it's untrue tho :)

"Kurt Hummel, are you listening?" Miss Simpson interrupted, angrily.

"Yes, of course I am." I sighed.

"What did I just say then, Mr Hummel?" She was always challenging me when I didn't listen and it always turned out in the same way.

"You said: I went to the west coast last weekend."

"In French?" She was so stupid, honestly.

"Je suis allé à la côte ouest week-end dernier," I said, complete with a smug smile and eyebrow hitch. Dave chuckled beside me and blushed when he got a stern look from Miss Simpson.

We got on with our paired work, which was in itself was boring but Dave was insistent to talk about 'feelings'. We discussed how he was still unsure about himself and how he met this nice guy called Sean in Starbucks. But just like everyone else in McKinley he was really curious about Finn and I, how we were at home, how much time we spent together, how it's slightly weird our parents are in a committed relationship and so were we, how soft Finn's lips were, how soft his hands were, if he had a six pack, what his body was like and other stuff I'd rather not mention.

"So, have you got him a Christmas present yet?" Dave asked, randomly.

"Well, no," Dave gasped sarcastically, "I was planning to do something; you just can't wrap it."

"Oh? Interesting..." He said raising his eyebrows together and winking.

"Yes, interesting. Shut up, Dave!" I said, playfully even though I was blushing. "We planned our future together the other day, that's serious right?" I asked, unsure.

"I don't know why you're asking me but yes, I suppose so. Most guys would've freaked out or ignored the conversation – but wait, are you telling me you've planned your future with him but you haven't had sex with him yet?" He said, confused and slightly shocked.

"What is it with you jocks and sex? You can have a relationship without it you know!"

"Yeah, but you want it just as much as we talk about it," he said smiling smugly.

"Whatever, Karof – Dave," I corrected myself with a smile. "Write the homework down and give me my pen back I have Glee Club because I'm a loser!" I said mocking him.

We finished up the lesson and packed all the books away, Dave was happier. Happier than he's ever been, even when he was popular and a bully. I've never seen him smile like the way he does before, it was strange more than anything. He came completely undone and just became Dave. It's a shame that's not who he was from the very start, but you can't change people – they change themselves in time.

I was still cautious of him, but less so than before. I talked to him about stuff I haven't even talked about with Mercedes, and she was my best friend. And the fact that he wanted to be called Dave now, not Karofsky, made me think maybe he is changing and wanted to start a new.

"Hey, Dave?" I said before we parted our ways, "I hope things work out with you and Sean." I smiled and nodded him goodbye. He smiled brightly and squeezed my shoulder as a thank you.

"Thanks, I hope Finn appreciates his present," he smiled and walked off.

I walked down the hall to the choir room just thinking, thinking my usual overly-thoughtful thoughts. I tried not to think about Finn's present, I was nervous and I didn't know how it would turn out. For example should I tell him I want to have sex with him or just hope he gets the hints? The thing is it's Finn, so everything has to be so obvious for him to get it I may as well ask him. Oh, God.

My walk had turned into a trudge and I was aimlessly walking into people and not really giving a care in the world. I put all my books in my locker and shut the door gently with little effort. I heard a sigh next to me.

"You're thinking about things again aren't you?" It wasn't Finn, no, it was Quinn. I smiled when she leant against the locker and looked at me with a sweet smile.

Quinn was always someone I liked, she did Finn wrong and a part could never forgive her for that, but she made a mistake. She never really got any luck with boys; they'd just be boys and never really respected her. It was odd, she was considered part of Santana and Brittany's 'crew' but she was nothing like them. She still kept her moral and religious views and strongly disapproved with the way Santana and Brittany were when it came to sex. Quinn was with Sam now, and even though I was still convinced he had something to hide, I was happy for her. He was just like every other boy, horny as hell, but he respected her choice of not taking anything too far. They were sweet, more than anything.

"Have you been talking to Finn again?" I asked smiling and linking arms with her as we walked down the hall to the choir room.

"You're pretty much all he talks about, he absolutely adores you – you know? You really inspire him to be a better man."

"I'm sorry about that, he doesn't know when to stop sometimes, you know?" I said sighing; it wasn't fair on Quinn for him to be talking about how much he loved me when he knew they were still sensitive to everything – baby drama.

"I know, his rambling is infamous. Oh, no, Kurt don't be sorry! He's sweet and I'm happy he's found someone worthy of his love," she said smiling and squeezing my hand. "So, are you excited to finally do a solo?"

"Quinn, you read my mind! I'm so excited, you know I'm planning on kicking Brad off the piano so I can do it myself," I said smiling excitedly.

"You wouldn't!" She said in disbelief and I nodded. "What are you singing?"

"Oh, it's a surprise but it's special to me."

Quinn 'hmmm'-ed and ran over to Sam cheerfully when we got to the choir room. Although they looked kind of related they were adorable. I spotted Finn; he was being the usual Finn, just staring into space with his mouth open. Oh, dear God.

"Forever the charmer eh, Hudson?" I teased and I stood in front of him trying to awaken him from his daydream.

He chuckled and pulled me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. I put my arm around his shoulders and snuggled into his body. We were level, due to Finn being freakishly tall, and he began to trail kisses along my neck and jaw line until Santana began to wolf whistle and got up from her seat pretending to 'smack that'. In a typical 'hey I'm Santana and I'll fuck your boyfriend if you give me the chance' kind of way. I tried not to focus on the fact that she took that from him, the one thing you can't ever get back.

So purely out of jealousy or something like that, I grinned and tipped Finn's head up by his chin delicately with my fingers. I smiled and took his lips with my own; I never tired of his lips, they were soft but it was the skin around it which gave me such a thrill. The amusing contrast between his lips and the stubbly space surrounding it never failed to turn me on. I had asked him not to shave it, but he moaned about it and threatened me with the idea of taking away my razor and then I'd have to walk around with stubble. Not good; I liked my porcelain skin.

We were kissing for a while and everyone was mocking us, Puck and Santana had resulting in making over-the-top sex noises and moans; Rachel was tutting; Mercedes, Tina and Artie were fanning themselves; Brittany and Mike started literally humping the air; I could hear Quinn's little breathy giggle from behind me and Sam was just laughing. I felt Finn giggle against my lips as my fingers started to play with the hair on the back of his head.

"Ahem."

We stopped suddenly and turned around violently to face where the noise had come from. Mr Schuester was stood there, arms folded and raised eyebrows. The whole room became incredibly awkward. I shifted on Finn's lap and looked around the rest of the room, everyone had that face where you fold your lips in and bite down on them; like when an old woman takes her false teeth out. I looked down shyly and moved to the chair next to Finn, put my hands in my lap and sat quietly.

"Thank you, Kurt," I raised my head and smiled innocently to everyone around the room. "Okay, so I think we should get started now. There's no point in wasting any time, I know you're all dying to sing – so who wants to go first?"

As usual Rachel went first, because she was Rachel. Quinn was next, she sang so beautifully; completing the sounds of Rihanna's "Only Girl". Then it was me.

I rose from my chair and unlocked my fingers from Finn's after a quick squeeze; "I'd like the play the piano for this, if that's alright with Mr Schue?"

He nodded and I took my place on the stool after Brad gave me a reluctant look.

"Oooh, okay, c'mon Kurt. Just like practice." I muttered to myself as I breathed heavily.

"Whenever you're ready, Kurt," Mr Schue smiled.

I was still thankful I never missed a piano lesson.

It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside.
I'm not one of those who can
Easily hide.

I don't have much money
But boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where
We both could live.

So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do.
See I've forgotten if
They're green or they're blue.

Anyway the thing is
What I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen.

And you can tell everybody
This is your song.
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world.

If I was a sculptor
But then again no.
Or a girl who makes potions in
The travelling show.
I know it's not much but
It's the best I can do.
My gift is my song and
This one's for you.

Oh

And you can tell everybody
This is your song.
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world.

I was shaken out of my daydream the song had put me in and looked around the room. Mercedes and Tina had started to tear a bit and Quinn was standing up clapping and smiling brightly. Mr Schuester looked astonished and joined Quinn in standing before walking over to the piano and putting a hand tightly on my shoulder. I looked up at smiled at him sincerely, then got up and made my way back to the chair near Finn.

Finn moved my chair closer to his and put his arm tight around me as I sat down. He held out his other hand for me to hold, and as I looked down to place my hand there I noticed he'd written something on his palm.

He looked at me with a straight face but his eyes showed nothing but admiration.

'I love you'