Kurt was leaving Karofsky's truck, heading back to his own car. I really hope what I said to him helps. Why am I being so nice to him? He was an ass to me. I wasn't lying when I said I saw that he was sorry. But there's got be another reason why I'm letting go of what he did to me so easily. Maybe it's the fact Blaine is an ass hat who I completely wasted my time on. Or, maybe I like the attention Karofsky was giving me. I mean, he kissed me so that means he likes me right? How masochistic is that of me when I like the attention my bully was giving me. Maybe I like him. He does have a very nice body. Nice arms and a pretty fit chest. The sweatiness might not be attractive but he was athletic. I bet him shirtless would be quite the picture. As Kurt started to think about the idea of Karofsky shirtless, a sudden vibration went off in his pants. Kurt was flustered for a moment and then pulled out his phone. Rachel was calling.

"Hi Rachel," Kurt said, clearing his throat. He was now getting into his car, still not completely finished thinking about Karofsky. It was making it difficult to understand what Rachel was saying. "What?"

"I said, I just looked for your Wicked sheet music and I only found mine. I know this because I put gold starts next to all of the songs that I have used in auditions that have nailed me the lead roles. It's nearly all of them—." Rachel was so annoying. Kurt hung up on her. I'll just say the phone lost service.

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"So Kurt, how was your first day back at McKinley?" Carol asked. She was eager to hear about his day.

"It was good. Glad to be back." Kurt was eating some steamed carrots, still off in his now more elaborate Karofsky fantasy involving an oil of some kind.

"That Karofsky guy bother you?" Kurt's mind paused his fantasy mid striptease and went to his dad.

"Uh, no. Actually he came up to me saying he wasn't going to be bothering me. He asked Finn and the rest of the Glee guys to look out for me because his friends might still do something." Burt looked at Finn, waiting for a sign that confirmed Kurt's story. Finn nodded before going back to his chicken.

"Well. Good then." Burt hadn't figured out what else to say on the matter so he brought up a conversation with Finn about sports. Ugh, kill me Kurt thought. Then, while the background noise of sports was in his head, Kurt went back and pressed play on his fantasy.

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David was standing outside on the front porch staring at his truck. He was in a euphoric state, his mind suddenly calm on the inside. I told my parents, and they're not kicking me out. They are acting like nothing has changed, well, aside from the damage to the truck.

Once Dave had finally calmed down after his parents both found out he was gay, they had dinner and started to talk. At first, Dave was silent. He felt embarrassed really, and not because he was gay and they knew, but because of his mental breakdown he had. The last time Dave cried like that, he was in the 6th grade and a baseball flew and hit him in the face after being swung by his uncle. After that, it took a lot to make Dave cry, well a lot up until last year. After awhile, Dave's mom piped up.

"So, David, how are you feeling?" The cutlery hitting the plates had stopped and Dave looked at his mom again. She was staring at him waiting for him to respond and didn't look like she was going to be eating until he did.

"Um, I'm doing well now." Dave knew that wasn't the end of the questions. He waited for someone to ask the next one.

"How long have you known sweetie?" his mom asked. Dave looked at his dad this time. His father was waiting to hear his response as well. Unlike some parents, Dave now appreciated who had raised him. His father for instance, was willing to hear about his son's inner turmoil compared to other fathers who would have continued eating and not make eye contact with their sons immediately after being told that they were gay. But Paul, he was just as interested as his wife to know about their son.

"Umm, I guess since I could remember really. Maybe since freshman year was when I really started to think about it more." Dave's mother nodded and his father kept watching.

"There's more to it isn't there David?" his father asked finally. Dave was always surprised when his dad knew there was something more to the story. Dave wasn't the best liar either when it came to hiding information. Dave hung his head before answering.

"That kid that I bullied. The one that got me expelled. Well, I sort of liked him, which is why I was bullying him." Dave couldn't look his parents in the eyes when telling that part of the story. Although they seemed pretty accepting for him being gay, Dave felt as though all of this information at once might be too much for them. Thankfully he was talking to Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell otherwise this would have been much more difficult to explain. When no response was given after that he finally looked up. His father had changed his position in his seat from being upright to leaning back, his arms crossed. His mother had her head in her palm, resting on it looking at her son. Was she smiling at me? Is she thinking this is a good thing? "What?" he asked her.

"You like a boy so you pick on him. That is so elementary school sweetheart!" her big smile came into play which made Dave smile too. Her sarcasm was one of the reasons he was such a momma's boy. It was easy to joke around with her.

"Alright, Denise, there's a difference between that kind of bullying and the one Dave was doing," said Paul. Dave looked at his dad. I knew dad wouldn't approve sooner or later of me. Didn't think it'd be this fast though. Dave looked upset.

"David, I'm not disapproving of who you are, but I think there is a better way of getting someone's attention when you like them." Dave nodded. However, Denise waved her husband's comment away like it was a fly.

"So, does this boy know how you feel about him? Is he gay as well?" she asked. Dave was overwhelmed with how open and excited his mom was about this. And his dad was still around listening so that could only mean his dad was just as open.

"Yeah he's gay and he does know how I feel. I kind of kissed him a couple months ago. Then that's when all that crap went down. I was scared he'd tell people so I scared him into keeping it to himself," he was ashamed of admitting how scary he was at school to his parents. But his mom patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Aw sweetie, I'm sure he'll forgive you sooner or later."

"I guess. I mean, he's been talking to me like he wants to give me a chance but it seems too good to be true. Why would he want to do that to a person who made his life hell for so long?" he looked at both his parents, hoping they could answer one of the big questions he kept asking himself but couldn't manage to answer himself.

"Maybe he likes you too," said his mom. Dave started to laugh. Kurt liking me? I don't think that's possible. I think I shot that horse in the face a long time ago. But it's a fun thought to think of. I mean, he gave me the courage tonight to tell my parents and that's led to a positive outcome. Maybe that's a sign.

"It could be possible David," said his dad. "But just to be safe, take it slow. I'm sure he's trying to get used to being back at school and to overwhelm someone with emotions as strong as the ones you have for him might be a lot to handle his first week back. You're a Karofsky, born to pursue what you want and not taking 'no' for an answer! That's how I got your mother," said Paul, winking at his wife. "But you also have to take time for yourself as well. You need to work on you first before inviting another person into your life like that. Remember that." Dave smiled and nodded at his father. He was right. I couldn't rush things with Hummel. He needs to adjust to McKinley again, and probably the new me as well. And I need to adjust to being the new me too. Karofsky was thinking about how to tell Kurt tomorrow about tonight when his mom spoke up again.

"You did not pursue me Paul. I felt sorry for you," said Denise and with that, the three Karofskys continued with their dinner, talking about things from sports to Denise's day at work.

Dave smiled to himself looking back at dinner. He was so grateful for his parents' reaction. He now looked forward to everyday when he'd come home from school or practice. He won't have to pretend anymore of who he is. If he had guy troubles, he could talk to his mother, and still talk to his dad about how much of an asshole his coach could be. It was normal, like nothing ever happened, but it was better than that. He was no longer afraid to be home. Dave knew that he was safe here no matter what. He heard the door open behind him and his father came up and stood next to him, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

"I just want you to know David, that no matter who you date, we still love you, but more importantly, I still expect to see you shred ice next week at your first hockey game." Dave looked at his dad who was smiling at him, then wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

"Thanks dad." They both looked back at the truck. Guilt started to flood Dave again. "I'm sorry about the truck."

"What, you did that?" Dave looked at his dad confused.

"No…"

"I don't know what you have to be sorry about then. It's not your fault kids at your school can be ignorant bastards." That was music to Dave's ears.