My Life Season 1

by GarethGlee14

Scottish exchange student Gaz Thomas gets more than he bargained for when he transferred to McKinley High School for his senior year. He has some issues in his past. See his journey living with the Hudmels, having Dave Karofsky as a boyfriend, being a cheerleader, and surviving the insanity of glee club - for a whole season! God! Wish him luck.

21. Family Dinner and First Time

Disclaimers: I don't own Glee or the characters. They belong to RIB and FOX. I also don't own the songs. They belong to their respective owners. I only own my OC's and plot and the fact Azimio is now Almonzo.

A few shoutouts

Umbrella0326 for helping me with this story and his story When Cotton Candy Brightens The Day is amazing.

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Be warned mention of serious issue in this chapter.

Previously on My life, Gaz and Kurt planned a surprise birthday party for Dave. Almonzo and Dave finally buried the hatchet and became friends again. Dave's mom gatecrashed Dave's party. Paul thanked Gaz for helping to heal his father/son relationship with Dave. Burt invited both Blaine and Dave to the Hudmel's Friday night dinner, which might be more than is advertised. And it makes Gaz nervous. Like really nervous. Like really nervous! And that's what you missed.

Chapter 21: Family Dinner and First Time.

It was finally here. Friday night. Not much happened during the week if I am totally honest. Just a really dull week. If you really want to know, my ordinary, teenage life went like this - Monday, Cheerio practice at 6AM, classes, lunch, more classes, glee club, home. Tuesday, the same. Evenings? Homework and dinner. Wednesday? Ditto. Typical boring high school life. However, I did visit Millie after school on Thursday, which was a bittersweet reprieve from my usual, little, boring life. I didn't see Dave at all during the evenings after school. I missed him when he's not with me. Yes I'm a sap. So shoot me.

Anyway so back to tonight. I was extremely nervous. Dave hadn't been invited to Friday night dinner before. I know he has eaten at the Hudmels before but this was different. It was the Hudmel Friday night dinner! I don't think even Blaine has ever been to Friday night dinner. I was trying to figure out why Burt invited both Blaine and Dave to dinner. What was he up to? Was he trying to be the protective father? I tried to ask Burt about his sudden and mysterious invitations for Friday night dinner and I failed miserably! When I asked him, he just smiled, politely nodded, and walked away. It was frustrating as hell!

I couldn't stop staring at the clock but I couldn't stop distracting myself. Whenever my nerves were about to overwhelm, I always listened to QUEEN. It's amazing how calm I feel when I listen to BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY and I have absolutely no idea why. What can I say? QUEEN is amazing.

I had asked Dave to arrive at 6PM so we could chill out before dinner and maybe even plan our romantic weekend. I know a girl called Sugar Motta had invited us to a gathering at Breadstix. I hadn't even spoken to the girl before Dave and I were invited. I heard from Kurt she had tried and failed to get into glee club as she couldn't sing. I honestly thought anyone who tries out for glee club gets in. Like I did. And Kitty. And Marley and Dave too. I also have it on good authority that Mike can't sing either. Kurt had told me during one of our night chats we sometimes have about glee club. OK Kurt did mention a duet that Mike did with Tina called SING from 'A Chorus Line.' Kurt said it sounded OK but not great. Mind you I don't think I have heard Mike sing and yet he was in the glee club. Apparently Sugar actually tried to start a rival glee club. No one joined. It was disbanded shortly afterwards. She did seem like a nice girl though. OK she "claims" to have Asperser's Syndrome and says whatever she wants but I think she does it for attention. After all she did say she is self-diagnosed.

As I affixed my #67 necklace around my neck, I could smell Carole's meatloaf. It was a refreshing and calming smell that contrasted my nerves. On the first floor, I could hear mindless chatter and sports jargon. I never really could follow sports talk and didn't care. And yet, it helped provide a very homey feel to this wonderful American home. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

After my necklace was securely fastened, I made quick inspection of my hair, teeth, face, clothes, shoes, etc. I wanted to look my best for a number of reasons.

I knew Burt was up to something. I knew something big would happen. I just didn't know what. I hate surprises. I really do.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. As if it were Christmas day all over again, I bolted out the door and raced down the stairs, all teenage-like. Wide smile on my face, I raced to the door, ahead of Kurt and Burt, much to their amusement, anticipating Dave. I opened the door.

Blaine.

"Oh it's you." I then looked at Blaine apologetically. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I thought..."

"I was Dave." Blaine finished my apology. He looked like he understood. Still it must have come off as a bitchy comment though.

"Yeah..." I reluctantly answered, quietly ashamed. Blaine looked at me for a quick moment and then flashed one of his beautiful smiles in a knowing kind of way. Relief soared through me! As he passed me headed towards the living room, I felt his gentle yet firm hand on my shoulder.

God, Kurt's so lucky, I thought.

I closed the front door and sat on the stairs twiddling my thumbs. It's probably the worst feeling in the world to be nervous and not know why! But there I was for at least two minutes, messing with my fingers in way too many ways when the door bell suddenly rings. I bolted off the stairs, racing to open the door ahead of anyone else. I'm sure Kurt was amused by my actions as he watched me.

I thought it was Dave at the door. Wrong again.

"Rachel! What are you doing here?"

"Finn invited me." Rachel looked at me with her perky smile. And then, she looked at me a little closer. "Why are you so nervous?" She asked, looking surprised.

I closed the door and started walking with her to the living room. I looked at Rachel.

"I'm…not sure." I start rubbing my hands together. "I know Burt's got something planned and he knows I hate surprises."

Rachel put her hand on my shoulder. "Well try not to worry about it." Her words weren't very comforting.

We sat watching sports for about five minutes with Burt, Blaine and Finn when someone knocked on the door.

'God if this is anyone but Dave I'm going to scream', I thought to myself.

I ran up to the door which got a chuckle from Burt and Rachel. Finn was too busy watching whatever sport we were watching and Kurt was helping Carole finish dinner. When I answered the door, a huge smile spread on my face. Standing there was my handsome Davey boy.

I jumped into Dave's arms and kissed him passionately on the lips. I didn't want to let go! After a full minute, I reluctantly did.

"Wow." Dave panted. "I should come over more often."

I started laughing and led him inside. And as if on some kind of weird cosmic cue, Carole shouted "Dinner's ready!"

As we head to the dining room, I notice that there were place cards on the table. WHAT THE HELL!

"OK everyone. Dinner is served." Carole said as she placed the meatloaf on the table.

I look at the place cards. Seems like everyone is seated across from their boyfriend or girlfriend. Dave, Rachel and Blaine were all placed across from me, Finn, and Kurt, respectively. Interesting... Anyway, we all began eating; waiting to see what Burt was up to.

"OK guys. You are probably wondering why I invited you all tonight." Burt said reaching for the meatloaf dish.

"I was wondering that." I said, passing Kurt a plate to pass to Burt.

"Well," Burt began with an air of authority, "there comes a time when you realize you're in love."

A collective round of groans could be heard by every single teenager in the room, including me. Carole just smirked.

'Please tell me this isn't a sex talk.' I thought to myself.

"And you have...urges." Burt continued, clearing his throat, "So, we should talk-"

"Dad!" Kurt groans. "Not while we're eating! Especially when we're here...as a group."

Finn and I agreed with Kurt. This wasn't the right time for this conversation.

"It's OK Kurt." Blaine said reassuring Kurt, and very much to my surprise. "After all he's just looking out for you guys. He just wants to make sure we ain't rushing into things. Right Burt?"

"Right."

"So Burt?" I began, "What would you like to know exactly?"

Kurt looked uncomfortable when I said that. I wonder if he is thinking about the first time Burt gave him the sex talk.

"Uh... well have you...had…?" Burt was getting nervous now. The boys and I all looked at each other and knew exactly what Burt was trying to ask.

"No sex." I answered honestly. "But we are thinking about it."

"Gaz!" Dave shrieked.

"What? I told him when we got back together we were thinking about it. I don't hide much from Burt since the Rick incident happened."

It was true. I tell Burt most things. Not everything, of course, but many things I consider important enough for Burt to know.

Rachel w...wa...wants to wait." Finn piped up. "I do too. I me...mean I'm technically not a v...virgin. I do regret giving myself to Santana when I did."

'OK. Hold the phone. When the hell did that happen?' I thought. Carole and I shared the same look.

"Blaine and I aren't ready yet." Kurt abruptly said, blushing like crazy. "We want it to be perfect."

"Well I guess I don't need to warn you about the dangers o...of unsafe s...sex." Burt said hesitantly. "There are m...many different... uh...w…what I mean is..." Poor Burt! But he was trying. "Apart fr...from Finn I'm guessing your all v...vir...virgins." No one moved or said a word. I think we were all shocked by Burt's question.

"What I think Burt means," Carole timely interrupted, with unexpected confidence, "is that we want you all to be safe. Like Finn and Rachel," Carole said looking at Finchel, "we want to avoid an unexpected pregnancy so please always use condoms unless you are prepared for the consequences. It will also help avoid diseases like AIDS and Chlamydia." Carole then looked at Klaine. "Kurt? Blaine? You haven't been together long so please don't rush into anything. If you decide to have sex..." The comments made Burt choke on the meatloaf, "Burt, honey," Carole diverted, almost motherly, "please chew and swallow your food." I tried to hold my laugh in. "As I was saying if you decide to have relations always, and I do mean always, use condoms. Are you both virgins?" Both boys shyly nodded. "OK. But you still want to be able to avoid sexual diseases like Chlamydia and HIV/AIDS. The same advice is for you two as well." Carole said pointing to me and Dave.

"Thank you Carole." Burt coughed, "Now with that out of the way..." Burt began again. "Let's talk about your futures."

All of us teenagers groaned again.

"Come on guys! Just listen to what Burt has to say. Then we can have dessert." Said Carole grabbing the plates.

"Thank you sweetheart." Burt said kissing Carole on the cheek as she reached for his plate.

'They are so adorable together' I thought. 'Wish my dad treated my mom like that.'

"Now I want you to think about your futures. Rachel?" Burt said looking at Rachel. "When you think of your future what do you see?"

"That's easy." Rachel quickly replied. "I see me and Finn living happily in New York together with me on Broadway."

"And what about Finn?" Burt quizzically asked.

Rachel had no answer. Finn looked at tad offended. Burt then asked Kurt the same question. Kurt looked nervous before he answered.

"Well I see myself married to Blaine and we're both working in careers we both love." Blaine smiled at the image that Kurt pictured their future together as.

'Good answer' I thought to myself.

"What about you Gareth?" Burt then asked me.

I thought about it for a minute. "I have two different plans. One is I see myself living in New York with Dave by my side. Dave being a coach of a team like the Jets or the Giants and me pursing a music career or acting career."

"And the other?" Burt asked with a concerned look in his eye.

"Well...moving back home to Scotland, trying to get a good job, and missing everyone here."

"Gaz?" Dave asked with a concerned look. "Do you remember what I said? If you have to go back to Scotland I would go with you."

"I remember." I said trying to smile. "But I'm trying to be realistic. What if they stop that from happening?"

"We will fight for our love Gaz. I promise you we will get through this together."

"Thank you." I said stroking his hand. "I really appreciate it. I love you Dave."

"I love you too."

I heard a chorus of awww's

"OK everyone." Carole said walking back in with Cheesecake for dessert. I didn't even know she'd left! "Here's dessert."

And with that the conversation was over. It wasn't brought up again.

Later, after dishes were cleaned and guests ordered to leave the work to us, Dave and I were sitting in the dining room planning our romantic weekend. I have no idea what everyone else was doing. We put our money together for a romantic one night stay at a three star hotel. We were finally ready for our first time together.

As the evening wore on, it eventually became time for Dave to leave. Slightly annoyed by that, I walked Dave over to his car and kissed him passionately...until I heard Burt ordering me inside. Embarrassed, I chuckled. Dave did the same, gently stroking my arm.

"Till tomorrow, my hunky prince." I said seductively.

"Can't wait..." Dave whispered, his lips hovering over my cheek. He then gave me a little seductive growl. Abruptly, he pulled back, winked, got into his car, and left.

The next morning it was like I had a hangover. I looked around my room, trying my best to wake up. I suppose you could call this nervousness. Anxiousness. But really what it was, was fear. I knew how this day would end and it would be...momentous. I wonder if Dave felt the same way...

I lumbered out of bed and did my usual routine, like it was nothing. Like the evening wouldn't end the same way. It wouldn't, of course. I knew how the evening would end.

Well, no. Not exactly. I would be in a luxurious hotel with my boyfriend. I would be making love with him for the first time.

It's Valentine's Day. The day for lovers. The day for me and Dave. Dave and me. Me and Dave. Dave and me. I kept repeating and reversing those words in my head. But I put a stop to that as soon as it began...or so I told myself.

After preparing for the day, I tried my best to go about it with my usual resolve. I would catch occasional glances from Kurt and Finn, who knew better. Against my better judgment, I told them my plans for the evening. They were supportive, but protective. That's just the nature of brothers, biological or not. God, I was grateful for them.

As the hours went on, I began to regret my decision to tell Kurt and Finn. Their little concerned and protective looks were cute at the beginning but now were becoming annoying. I realize they know this is a big step, but I know what I'm doing! And besides that, I was getting nervous as late afternoon approached.

I meticulously went through a more thorough cleaning and preparing regimen. I wanted to be perfect for the evening and morning - with Dave. With Dave. with Dave.

I shook my head as I got in the shower - again. Sure, I was nervous but I didn't want to smell bad at all. I had all my clothes laid out and any toiletries I would (or might) need. It's funny - I remember shutting off the shower, letting the water droplets fall off my body, thinking to myself - oh my God, I'm going to give myself to David.

But I had a job to do. Dave would be here in less than an hour.

I know I said this before, but my nerves felt like they were on fire. I was rushing around in varying degrees of dress, packing, dressing, unpacking, dressing some more, fixing my hair, shaving, re-packing... In sum, I was a mess.

Finally, some form of Gareth was finally ready to go. I stared at myself in the mirror, taking deep breaths, closing my eyes...but that didn't work. All that did was make me dizzy. So, instead, I just grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

Finn and Kurt weren't there, but I knew they were still in the house. I didn't care. I didn't want their concerned looks anymore. I just wanted Dave!

Only having to wait about ten minutes, Dave arrived. And oh, Good Lord, did that boy clean up nicely. Freshly shaven and showered, he just smiled at me as he walked over the threshold, smiling that boyish smile I've so grown to love.

"Ready, babe?" Dave asked. I'm surprised he got the words out before my lips covered his!

We kissed for what must've only been a second, but felt like much longer. The heaviness, the weight of what we were about to do felt crushing and important. It slightly interfered with the kiss. But only slightly. The passion was there. Oh yes - the passion was there!

"Oh, yes I am!" I happily answered, snatching up my bag. With bag in hand, I stood back up to see Kurt and Finn standing in the doorway. They had pensive looks on their faces until they each forced a smile.

"Have fun, you two!" Finn happily said.

"Be safe." Kurt protectively said.

"We will." Dave and I chorused. We looked at each other for a moment and laughed. My nerves were beginning to calm already.

The thing about this Lima, Ohio I was living in was that it didn't take very long to get anywhere. We arrived at Breadstix in no time. Of course, it's not like my nerves completely calmed down. Even though we were in companionable silence (and Dave insisted on holding my hand - Awww), I just felt like my nerves were little sparks. I kept taking deep breaths the whole ride to Breadstix.

The restaurant was packed! Of course, it was Valentine's Day after all. But Dave secured a reservation and we were seated at the far end of the room, closest to the entrance. That was fine with us.

Soon, a waiter arrived and took our orders. When he left, we just stared at each other for a long moment until I suddenly felt something on my leg. Dave's ornery smile was giving him away. And I couldn't let him have the upper hand. My cheeky smile made his go into shock when I raised my foot to his inner thigh!

I got him, I thought.

And got him I did.

We were like this for quite some time. We barely spoke. Of course we were both nervous but we were trying to hide it, or compensate for it, or something. Whatever the case, we were happy there at Breadstix on Valentine's Day. Who wouldn't be?

Our meals arrived - penne pasta for Dave and I had clam and garlic sauce pasta. Our feet instantly fell back on the floor when we were served. But, of course, they somehow found each other's legs soon after.

Maybe ten minutes passed. We casually ate the delicious food, enjoying our relative silence and comfort. Gradually, our eyes passed throughout the restaurant. I'm surprised we didn't look around sooner. If we had, we would've seen Santana and Brittany much earlier. Brittany was holding Santana's hand. And Santana looked upset. Very upset.

We weren't even done with our meals before we both bolted simultaneously for them.

"Santana?" I gently asked. I hadn't meant to alarm her but she suddenly jerked her head up, glossy eyes focused on me, then Dave, then back to me, and then finally, back down.

"What do you want, Scotty?" Santana snottily asked.

"What's wrong?" I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She surprised me by letting me.

"San?" Dave softly asked. "What's going on?"

"Maybe this isn't a good time..." Brittany offered.

"No, no," Santana said, finally lifting her teary-eyed head up. "If anybody's gonna understand it's us fellow queers."

Dave and I couldn't help but chuckle a little at the snarky response. I kneeled down as Dave followed suit.

"What happened?" Dave asked.

"It's..." And for the first time ever, I saw Santana at a loss for words. I then knew something was seriously wrong.

"Go on." I supplied. Santana looked away as Brittany tightened her grip on Santana's hand.

"It's my grandma." Santana simply said. I blinked twice, looked at Dave, and then back to her.

"What about her?" I asked.

"She...she rejected me."

Dave's eyes bulged, but I wasn't sure what I was hearing.

"What do you mean 'rejected m-"

"That means, Scotty, that she doesn't want a lesbian for a granddaughter! She doesn't want me in her life at all. She hates me. She hates me! She hates..!" Santana broke off her rant, only slightly causing a scene. Instantly, my arm went around her as I felt Dave reach around both of us.

And finally, finally, Santana cried. Pained rivers of tears flowed down her face as she let out all of the frustration and sadness and hate and passion and love and devastation. The three of us tightened our grip on her, supporting her.

Finally, a brief version of the old Santana returned when she brushed my hand away. But unexpectedly, she didn't move Dave's hand. Curious...

"Listen, Lucky Charms," Santana said, turning to look up at me. "There's a few things you-"

"Irish." I interrupted.

"What?"

"Lucky Charms is Iris-"

"Well, whatever!" Santana exclaimed. "Look, Hispanic Americans have a tight-knit, mostly Catholic, mostly pathetic existence. And I for one don't...I'm not trying to...I wanted..."

Bravely, I returned my hand to her shoulder but did not squeeze. She turned her head away when I did that, but I didn't care. I just wanted my friend to stop hurting.

"Santana," I began. "When did this happen?"

Santana absentmindedly scratched her cheek before answering, letting her hand plop down on the table. Brittany took the opportunity to seize it and Santana couldn't have been more grateful.

"Does it matter, Scotty?" Santana answered, eyes glued to Brittany. Dave looked at me with mild shock.

"Well," I replied. "Kind of."

Santana chuckled. "Why?"

I glanced at Dave as he suddenly was standing erect. I kept my crouched position. Now, both of Dave's hands were on Santana's shoulders, his one hand over mine. Occasionally, I felt his thumb stroke my hand which gave me a little boost of confidence.

"Well," I softly answered. "If I was holding on to something like this for a day..." I glanced at Brittany and then back to the hurting Latina. "Or a week...or a mon-"

"It DOESN'T MATTER!"

A few restaurant patrons looked over at us, which was the biggest mistake of their lives.

"Oh, just shut the fuck up you homophobic pricks!" Santana yelled. "I'll bet you don't even have any lives of your own to fuck up. Sus hijo de UN PERRAS!"

"Ma'am!" This voice came from somewhere else. All four of us turned to see a cute, brunette waitress hovering on Santana's other side. "If you do not keep your voice down, you will be asked to leave. IF I have to ask a second time, a police officer will ask you to leave. Understand?" And then, the waitress leaned in a bit and softly added, "Comprendes?"

Santana nodded, glaring at her the whole time. I had to stifle a chuckle as Dave did too. I'm not sure what Brittany was doing because I was looking down at the time. I was sure the waitress left, so I began again.

"San, it was your grandmother that rejected you, correct?" Santana nodded. "And, it wasn't your mother or father?" She nodded again. "And, it wasn't your brothers or sisters?" She nodded yet again "So...you're OK." Boy, was this a mistake to say to her!

Santana's head flipped so angrily that I thought her head would pop off! I think Dave backed up just a little, letting his hands slide off her shoulders.

"OK?" Santana nastily whispered, veering her lips back. "OK? Are you insane?!"

"W-what do you mean?" I hesitantly asked.

"Look Scotty," Santana declared. She cleared her throat, probably unnecessarily, and slammed me with her anguished tirade. "My grandma got me through some tough times as a child. Growing up in Lima Heights, I had to fight - a lot. And my grandma got me through it. Not to mention the many, many nights I stayed at her house when my parents were figh-." She looked away briefly before starting in again.

"You have no fucking idea what she's done for me." Santana said with a sudden and unexpected seriousness. Brittany let go of her hand and Santana quickly snatched it up. "Do you know why Brittany is holding my hand like this?"

I briefly looked at Brittany, loving her doe-eyed expression. "No."

"Because it's what my grandma used to do." Santana softly explained. "Whenever I got into fights or couldn't understand fractions or my fourth-grade boyfriend broke up with me or when my dad threw-" Again, Santana hesitated. I patiently waited as did Dave.
"She's my grandma." Her voice started to shake. "She's my grandma. And she threw away years of togetherness and support and love and..." Then, Santana whispered. "memories..."

Finally, I understood. Her grandmother discarded her, despite the loving support she provided during Santana's tough childhood.

Throwing strong caution to the wind, I suddenly stood up and engulfed her seating form in my arms. And she let me do it! My head was down, eyes closed, hoping that her situation would somehow heal itself. But secretly, I knew it wouldn't. My father was the perfect example of how cruel family can be. And I hated him...still do. And now, I can add Santana's grandmother to this list.

I suddenly let her go, whispered 'sorry', grabbed Dave's sleeve, and ran out of the restaurant!

"Gaz!" I whirled around to see Dave standing there, a totally perplexed look on his face. "I have to go back in ther-"

"Oh Dave!" I was almost in tears. "I...I can't go back in there."

Dave narrowed his eyes in confusion, studying my pained face for a few seconds. And then, in the truest, sweetest tradition of a boyfriend, he engulfed me in his arms.
I didn't cry. All of my tears had dried up over my dad many years ago. But when it happens to a friend of mine, I should've cried...shouldn't I? But I didn't.

Dave didn't let go. I didn't even try to get out of the embrace. I don't think I could've even if I did. I just let him hold me, for all of Lima to see. I had Dave. Dave had me. And my father and her grandmother were dead. Dead. Dead

Dave retreated back into Breadstix to pay for dinner. I'm surprised we didn't get scolded or something for our abrupt departure. But we didn't - that I know of.

"Babe?"

I jolted at his velvety voice, lost in my thoughts.

"Dave."

And then, we just stood there in Breadstix' parking lot staring at each other. The harsh, fluorescent lights cast a harsh light on his beautiful, kind face as we just looked into each other's eyes. He knew I was still upset and chose this moment to reach for my hand. I offered my own.

"Let's go to Mad River Mountain," Dave gently began, "and forget all of this 'acceptance' nonsense."

I smiled and nodded, my voice suddenly gone. Protectively, he encircled me with one of his large arms and steered me towards his car. It occurred to me that I'm not used to being this vulnerable and I didn't like it. And he knew that. Dave is just the best boyfriend in the world.
The drive to Bellefontaine, Ohio was very boring at first. During my stay in Lima, I rarely left the little town. There was no need. Until that night.

And then, just as the scenery started to get interesting, Dave spoke up.

"Look."

And just then, Route 33 curved down a little grade and the forest gave way. The sight took my breath away. Illuminated just beyond the tall trees was the Mad River Mountain ski slopes, long and white. Dave coasted down the hill so I could have my fill. He must've heard me gasp because I heard him chuckle a little.

As we drove down the little grade on Route 33, Mad River Mountain soon became larger and larger, it's smooth, white, snowy mountains overtaking the landscape as Dave turned into the entrance. And we still had a very scenic, curvy drive up the long hill towards the Inn. I slowly reached for Dave's hand and he gratefully took it. I was still in awe, having no clue that Ohio could be so...beautiful. I'm sure Dave was enjoying the show.

Finally, we arrived at the beautiful, Tudor-style Inn, situated just at the base of the mountain. And just when he stopped the car and turned off the engine, he tightened his grip a little, just to get my attention. I turned, looking at the most beautiful face a boy could ever hope to have.

"We're here." Dave whispered.

As Dave got out of the car I looked around in awe. I had never stayed in a fancy hotel… Wait scrap that thought. I have never stayed in a hotel. I really felt like a child opening his Christmas presents on Christmas day. I was about to open the car door when Dave appeared holding his hand out for me. He was a gentleman.

I took Dave's hand and slowly got out of the car. I reached up to give him a kiss on the lips. As we began walking into the resort, the nerves I had earlier were starting to come back. Dave must have sensed it as he gently squeezed my hand.

"It's OK Gaz." Dave said as we walking to the front desk. "I'm nervous too."

Dave telling me that actually helped a little. I was breathing easier knowing I wasn't the only one feeling like this.

There was a young lady sitting at the front desk. She looked like she wanted to be somewhere else. I stayed with the bag while Dave checked us in. The music in the lobby was quite dull. As I was waiting for Dave to finish checking us in our song came on in the lobby. I began singing along to the song.

Lay a whisper on my pillow; leave the winter on the ground. I wake up lonely, there's air of silence in the bedroom and all around touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away.

It was as if the world was saying 'we want this to happen.'

It must have been love but it's over now. It must have been good but I lost it somehow. It must have been love but it's over now. From the moment we touched, 'til the time had run out.

I then felt Dave put his strong arms around my slender waist.

Make-believing we're together that I'm sheltered by your heart. But in and outside I've turned to water like a teardrop in your palm. And it's a hard winter's day, I dream away.

We swayed together as the song came to its beautiful conclusion.

It must have been love but it's over now. It's all that I wanted; now I'm living without. It must have been love but it's over now, it's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows.

With the song over Dave kissed me on the cheek before whispering "I love you" just as a bellboy shows up.

We were shown to our room by a rather rude bellboy. Dave tipped him five dollars. That bellboy was lucky to get that. I wouldn't have tipped him anything. The ensuite was gorgeous. I couldn't have asked for a better room or a better person to share it with. I love the hardwood floors; I took my shoes off and slowly walked around the room. I saw the king-size bed knowing that would be used later. I got so excited and ran and jumped on the bed. It was so comfy. Dave's eyes seem to light up in this environment. I took in the room. It was AWESOME!

"I'll be back in a second babe." I said to Dave as I kissed him on the cheek before I headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

As I got into the bathroom I started sweating.

'Why am I so nervous? Its Dave, I love him.' I kept telling myself.

I closed my eyes tightly, focusing on calming my breathing. I became frustrated once I started to shake. I worked so hard on calming down during the drive to the Inn only to become a nervous wreck! I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Come on Gareth. You're being stupid. Dave would never hurt you. Did you not learn that when he helped you with Rick?"

After taking a few more deep, steadying breaths and adjusting my hair, I finally left the little bathroom. I see Dave sitting on the bed watching some TV program. He looked so cute! He was rubbing his hands together as if he was anxious. I'm glad I'm not the only one. He had a cute smile on his face though. As I nervously walked over to the bed I somehow tripped over my own foot, thankfully landing on the edge of the bed. Instantly alarmed, Dave asked me if I was OK.

"I'm fine." I quietly and nervously said as I slowly got up, completely embarrassed.

We looked at each other in silence. I began looking around the room, gritting my teeth together, while Dave was fiddling with his hands. We did this for a whole minute before Dave spoke up.

"Um Gaz?" Dave asked nervously. "D-did you bring the con-condoms?"

"Yes I did." I answered. "Did you bring the um... the-."

"Lube." Dave finished my question, "Y-yes, Gaz. It's in my b-bag."

"Dave, let me get my bag...'" He nodded as I slowly dragged myself away from him and reached for my courier bag. Turning away from him, I grabbed the box of condoms, opened it, and put several on the oak, bedside table. I heard Dave chuckle a little. "What?" I softly asked, turning back around to face him.

"Planning for several rounds, babe?"

With a small smile on my face, I returned to my place beside him and whispered, "oh yeah..."

I then slowly leaned over to Dave to kiss him lovingly on the lips. Our hands start to explore each other's bodies. I started unbuttoning Dave's shirt slowly before I climbed on top of him. I love being on top in our make out sessions. I could hear Dave softly moaning as my finger tips began wandering up and down his chest. I would make sure he enjoyed this night and that we both would remember it for what it was - our first time. Dave playfully pushed me off him. I pouted as I watched Dave walk over to his bag and grabbed the bottle of lube; He handed it to me. I then placed it on Dave's bedside table before I pulled him back to my lips.

With Dave on top I did feel a little bit vulnerable, but I knew Dave would be gentle with me. Dave pulled my t-shirt over my head before he moved his lips to my neck, gently biting down. He knew I liked that. It always sent shivers down my spine. He slowly moved down to my chest.

Oh…my….God. Sensations on top of sensations pulsed through my body as my eyes closed. I haven't felt paralyzed by Dave's tongue and teeth since our make out session last Christmas. This was definitely better. I was squirming. I could hardly contain myself at the sensations. At one point, Dave had to physically hold me down as he continued to explore and explore. His lips grazed my belly button, tongue lapping in and out and in and out. I felt like I would explode. Dave then climbed off me and lied beside me.

Dave started rubbing his nose against mine which made me chuckle. He always does cute things like this when we are alone. Playfully, I gently pushed Dave onto his back, which he let me do, and I climbed on top of him. I cheekily bit his ear before using my tongue to go over Dave's sensitive nipples. While Dave was stroking the back of my head I heard him moan so loud I'm surprised there were no complaints. I worked my way slowly from his nipples down to his belly button repeating everything he did to me. Dave was holding my head as the moans got louder. I then went down to the zipper on his jeans.

"God, I want you, Dave" OK that sounded a lot sexier in my head.

I used my teeth to unzip his jeans. I pulled Dave's cock out of his underwear and put my lips on the tip. I felt Dave jolt a little below me like he did the first time we did this. I opened my mouth and welcomed his cock willingly into my mouth. When I heard him moan and felt him shaking, I was exhilarated. As I started sucking on his dick, I pulled down his jeans and underwear off. I was able to take him all and loved the feeling of his swollen dick at the back of my throat. I started to lick his balls as I looked up and we made eye contact.

"Oh Gaz!" Dave moaned as his head rolling back, closing his eyes before he placed his hands on the back on my head.

I love it when he moans my name. it sends shivers all over my body

It was so sweet and amazing. I was glad I waited for this moment. What Dave and I did that night is private. It's between us and should always stay that way. To let you in on a secret we did it more than once, both taking turns on top. But then again, it is private between Dave and me.

I woke up from one of the best night's sleep in ages. I felt safe wrapped up with Dave's arms around my slender waist. I love being held in his muscular arms. I turned to look at Dave's sleeping form. He looked like my big, cuddly teddy bear. I wish we could have stayed like this but I knew we couldn't.

I slowly lifted Dave's arms off me, trying not to wake him, so I could go to the bathroom. As I freed myself I stretched my legs which cracked. That bloody hurts when I do that. I looked over at Dave who's breathing steadily. I quickly went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth.

After I thoroughly checked my breath, I left the tiny bathroom and silently tiptoed across the room. Dave was still asleep and I knew just how to wake him up! I slowly crept back into bed, my lips curled over my teeth for emphasis. I didn't want to wake him - yet. Then, ever so slowly, I leaned towards Dave's full face and lightly kissed him on his forehead before sliding down and cuddling into his naked muscled chest.

"Hmm." Dave moaned as he stretched his arms. I guess the kiss woke him up. He opened his eyes and yawned, "Morning babe." Dave said kissing the top of my head.

"Morning gorgeous." I said looking into his eyes before give him a loving kiss on the lips. Just then my stomach started growling. "Are you hungry? I'm starving."

After a few little kisses Dave got out of bed and headed for the shower. I lean over to my phone on the table and look at the time. 8AM! Really? I thought it would have been later. I got up from the bed and put on my light blue dressing gown and looked at what I could wear for the drive home as we were for the night. I heard Dave humming in the shower. Then an idea popped into my head. I walked to the bathroom and took off my dressing gown.

"Room for a small one?" I said playfully.

After we dried ourselves off, Dave and I kissed few more time and then we finally got dressed. We then headed down to the dining hall for breakfast. I noticed that we got a few nasty, dirty looks from a few people who are obviously homophobic. I'm just glad Dave didn't seem to notice. Once we sat down and ordered breakfast, Dave excused himself from the table to go to the bathroom. I don't know what came over me. Maybe my protective side was coming through. All I know is next thing I'm walking over to a man who had given Dave and me dirty looks.

"Oh Mister?" I said slamming my hands on a youngish man's table."Do you have a problem with me and my boyfriend?"

"Well, it's filthy what you are!"

"Do I tell you who to love?" My voice started getting louder. "Its people LIKE YOU THAT ARE THE REASON YOUNG TEENAGERS COMMIT SUICIDE!"

The guy looked terrified at what I might do to him. The dining room went from a little noisy to dead silent. A female server walked over to me and asked me to calm down. Although I felt I had the right to say that I walked away as I saw Dave coming back. As I headed to the table I apologized to the server who nodded and said Dave and I made a cute couple. At least the server wasn't homophobic. That's a plus. I will have to tip her.

Dave and I enjoyed some really delicious fried eggs, bacon, and French toast for breakfast. It was really nice and I was impressed. We spent a nice, quiet breakfast together, enjoying each other's company in silence. After we left the dining room Dave and I walked to the gaming room as Dave wanted to play RESIDENT EVIL. I still don't see the fascination with the game but if it made Dave happy to play it who am I to judge?

About half an hour had passed when I saw people coming back from skiing laughing and joking. Not that I have ever wanted to go skiing before, but when will the next time I be able to do this here? I nudged Dave.

"What do you say we go skiing?" I asked Dave taking him away from the game so a couple of kids could have a go,

Dave looked at me with a concerned look. "Do you know how to ski?"

"No. I could learn though? We could rent skis. Come on. It will be fun."

Dave sighed. "Well you did come in here for me so maybe I could go skiing with you."

"You're the, best." I said hugging Dave and kissing him on the lips. I heard a couple a couple of kids shouting 'gross' but I ignored them.

We walked back to the room to get sensible clothing for skiing. As I was looking for my navy jacket, I heard Dave still talking about that stupid video game.

"… I smashed a zombie's head with a scythe. It was hilarious the way the blood EXPLODED!"

I still don't get why he likes it. I prefer easy games like SHREK 2. I found my jacket in the closet and sat on the bed nodding politely like I knew what Dave was going on about. Dave eventually noticed I wasn't really paying attention.

"You're not really interested are you?"

"Sorry Dave." I said looking apologetically at Dave. "it just bores me."

"It's OK." Dave said sitting next to me, placing his hand on my knee, squeezing it gently. "I forget sometimes it's not your sort of game."

"It's OK." I said placing a kiss on his cheek. "Come on lets go for a walk in the woods."

"I thought you wanted to go skiing?" Dave said with a confused look.

"Well we can always come another time and do that can't we? Let's go for a walk just the two of us before we have to leave."

We grabbed our bags and headed to the lobby. We handed back our room key to reception. The bell boy helped us put our bags in Dave's car. As we were about to leave for our walk, I saw the waitress who served us at breakfast outside in the overcrowded parking lot. I reached into my pocket and handed her a ten dollar bill. She looked grateful for the tip. With everything in the car Dave and I took that walk in the woods.

As we walked through the woods hand in hand I was taking in the scenery. I liked the way the rays of the sun lit up the pine trees. The sun also made the snow shimmer high on the hills in the distance. The walk was beautiful. A young woman with long, blonde hair walking her dog smiled at us as we walked past. I leaned my head against Dave's arm as we walked. I look up and I see Dave with his cute smile.

"What are you thinking about, honey?" I asked wondering why Dave wasn't his normal chatty self.

"I have something to tell you." OK now I am worried. "I promise. It's nothing bad." It's as if he can read my mind.

"What's up Dave?"

"You remember the conversation at Friday night dinner?" I nodded wondering where he was going with this. "Well it's about the future."

"What about the future?" I said sitting down on a wooden oak bench. Dave sat down next to me and went alarmingly silent. I was beginning to get nervous.

"I have applied for college in New York..."

"And you were worried about telling me that?" I interrupted.

"… and in Scotland."

OK wasn't expecting that. I was in total shock. I hadn't even applied to colleges in Scotland. I focused on getting into a college in the states. This showed me that Dave really cared about me. Dave smiled smiled at me as I gently squeezed his hand.

"Thanks for telling me Dave." I said leaning my head on his shoulder and looking him in the eye. "Why didn't you tell me before now though?"

Dave got up from the bench. "I was worried you would think that ... You know ... I thought you would be sent back to Scotland."

"Dave that might happen but why wouldn't you tell me that you are applying for a place in a Scottish university? By the way which one did you apply to?" I asked, still seated on the bench, wondering what the answer would be.

"I applied to Glasgow University." I began thinking how far away from my house that would be. It would be two and a half hours away. That is a good thing. That the closest University to my house.

I stood up, stunned by Dave's words and completely moved by his loyalty. There haven't been very many men in my life who would give up their own COUNTRY to be with me. I was...simply stunned. My widened eyes must've given me away because Dave was looking at me with a growing concern. I chuckled to myself because I was not laughing at him. I was SO not. I was just...laughing at the wonderful normality of this situation. My BOYFRIEND would consider dual-citizenship to be with me. I was completely honored.

"You're the best boyfriend ever you know that."

"Yes, I did." He answered cheekily. I playfully slapped him on the arm. "Of course you are better than me." What a charmer.

We carried on walking a few miles when I suddenly slipped on some black ice. I landed badly on my back. As much as I know Dave cares I couldn't help but be pissed when he laughed.

"Something funny Mr. Karofsky?" I coldly asked, getting myself carefully off the black ice.

"Sorry babe. It was just the way you fell." Dave said apologetically, trying to offer his hand to help me up. I refused it.

Dave looked so guilty that he didn't notice that I had picked up some snow and started making a snowball and threw it at his head.

"You deserved that for laughing." I said smirking at Dave.

"Oh yeah?" Oh I regret throwing it now!

And then the snowball fight started. I scrambled to hide behind the trees for cover.

I kept throwing several snowballs at Dave and he was throwing a few piles of snow at me. I turned my back for a couple of seconds. I was making snowballs when Dave charged at me growling while he tackled me to the ground with Dave on top of me. We started laughing hysterically at each other. Dave started to get back up, but I stopped him by pulling him back and kissing him passionately. We began making out and rolling around on the snow. When we eventually came up for air, Dave smiled at me and softly whispered, 'Happy Valentines Day'.

A minute after we finished our snowball fight we headed back to the restaurant to get a hot drink before we headed back to Lima. I had a steam hot latte while Dave had a hot chocolate. We chatted about how good it was to spend some alone time together. I wish we could stay longer but I knew we couldn't. We paid for the drinks before heading to Dave's car.

We drove back to Lima listening to the radio. There wasn't much happening in the world. I leaned my head against the car window. I was glad to spend peaceful time with Dave without anyone else there. We eventually came up to the 'Welcome to Lima Ohio' sign. I lean across to Dave and give him a kiss on the cheek. We eventually arrived outside the Hudmels house. I got out of the car and grabbed my stuff from the trunk. Dave walked me to the front door.

As Dave and I stood outside the Hudmels house, I felt the urges to kiss Dave again. As I leaned in I heard a cough. I turned around thinking it was Burt. It wasn't Burt. It was someone worse.

"Dad?"

To be continued

So what do you think of that then? What did you think about Friday night dinner? Do you think Gaz should have been that nervous? What do you think of Rachel's silence about Finn's future in New York? What do you think of Dave's plan to emigrate if Gaz gets send back to Scotland? what did you think of Santana opening up about her grandmother? Did you like the fact Gaz stood up to the idiot at the resort? did you like the snowball fight? Do you like the twist at the end?

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