A/N: Please note the text in italics came from e-mails from reader D.Y. in Dave's inbox that I decided fit well in the fic.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and stared down on the phone as he whispered, 'If he calls back I don't want to talk to him.'

'Are you alright?' Finn asked rising from the desk chair and walking toward his step brother.

Kurt raised one of hands to rub his temple, 'He's going back in the closet. I kind of figured his big show of coming out was too good to be true but I never thought it would last less than a day.'

Finn scrunched his face up, 'I thought he was happy with you, why would he want to hide again?'

Kurt shook his head picking up the cake topper from where he'd left it days ago, 'He was never really out. Well he was out to glee club but he's not…he's not ready for the rest.'

'Oh, I guess it was kind of fast,' Finn agreed. 'I mean did you see how shocked Santana was? He's been putting on a good act for a long time.'

Kurt shook his head lightly at Finn naivety as he twiddled the topper between his fingers, 'Yeah but he knows I won't be with someone who's hiding…'

'So you're dumping him?' Finn asked.

'I don't know…maybe. I honestly can't see it working out right now,' Kurt shrugged running his finger over the groom's face as he stared at the floor.

Finn shifted uncomfortably, 'Okay dude, I'm not trying to tell you what to do but I've never seen Dave as happy as he was when he was with you and honestly dude you seemed pretty happy with him too. You sure that's worth giving up?'

Kurt glanced up briefly from the floor at his brother, 'Can you call Rachel and ask her to meet me at Mercedes' and Tina's room? I think I need my best friends right now.' He told Finn as he picked up his room key and opened the door.

XXX

Dave slammed the phone down collapsing onto his single bed to hold his head in his lap. Part of him had known his demands would have pissed Hummel off but he didn't think he'd get dumped over it. Dave rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and picked up his cell phone to scroll through his e-mails again. He was intent on staring at that picture Kurt had e-mailed him and crying himself to sleep when he realised he had a text message from Azimio. He opened it still half shocked to find screen shot of his Facebook relationship status and a short message that read 'We need to talk. Call me.'

Dave stared at the message for a few seconds before giving the call button a determined tap and raising the phone to his ear.

Dave listened to other end of the line ring three times before he heard a familiar voice answer, 'D?'

Dave tried tired to sound casual but there was a touch of worry in his tone, 'Hey, Z.'

Neither of them dared to speak for a few moments until Azimio asked, 'So is this a prank or something, man?'

Dave held his breath as he contemplated hanging up before answering with a simple, 'No.'

'I thought you were with Santana?' Azimio asked confused.

'I kind of was...' Dave paused unsure how to finish the sentence without outing his friend.

'So your gay now?' the other boy asked him directly.

Dave bit his lip as he felt his eyes force themselves shut to stop himself from crying.

'Cause ya know if you were, you know gay, that doesn't change anything. You're still my boy and I'd still have your back,' Az explained.

Dave nodded his head at the voice and when he realised his friend couldn't see him he whispered, 'I… am...gay.'

'Alright then,' Azimio paused before asking, 'so did you figure this out cause you had to room with Hummel?'

'No, I've known for awhile... but being around Kurt made me want to stop pretending,' Dave admitted.

'So...umm...we changed in front of each after games you know, you never checked out my junk, right?' Az whispered into the receiver.

'No dude, no way! I'd never,' Dave spat out.

Az laughed at his friends response, 'Why the hell not? I'm one hot ass motherfucker.'

Dave snorted into the phone, 'Sorry dude, but your not really my type.'

'Yeah I guessed you're into twinks right?' Az asked.

Dave glanced at the phone wondering if he'd misheard his friend, 'You know what twink is?'

'Of course, I'm cultured and shit. If you'd ever listened to me you'd know one of my hobbies is riling up the fan girls that post slash fics on the CSI and NCIS boards,' Az explained. 'If you take the time to read some if their comments you'd learn gay slang, like you're a bear and Hummel is as twinky as they come.'

Dave shook his head lightly, 'I didn't know you were so open minded.'

'Well open your eyes, man. I'm all for equal opportunity shit, so if you wanna marry Hummel someday in some sort of rainbow fricken extravaganza you got my blessing,' Az assured him.

'Thanks, man,' Dave said holding back a sniffle, 'but I don't even know if Kurt and I are still together. We had a fight after he updated our relationship status.'

'You serious? You're going to give up the boy of you're dreams over a few mean comments. Please tell me you're not that stupid?' Az asked him.

'I like him but maybe its better that it didn't last. Maybe I'll be able to avoid being treated at shit for the rest of the year,' Dave explained.

'Man listen up, I know not everyone on you're friend's list is going to be as accepting as me but you can't let them ruin what you and Hummel got. The way I see it you've got two options when you get back: number one me and you go on an ass kicking spree and take out all the haters or number two you delete your profile until things cool down. I'll leave the choice of what you wanna do up to you, man,' Az explained.

'Let me assess the damage first and I'll get back to you,' Dave replied.

'Sure man, but next time I see you, you'd better have that twink on your arm,' Az demanded. 'The dude likes flowers and scarves, it's all he fricken talks about in French class.'

'Got it, thanks for the advice, see you when I get home' Dave said hanging up the phone.

Dave lowered the phone from his eyes smiling briefly as Az's number disappeared before deciding to face his e-mail box. 'Thirty seven new messages,' he thought as he shook his head before he started deleted all the Facebook wall notifications without reading them. His eyes stopped on a message he'd originally clocked as spam until he re-read the subject line carefully 'Hi, I hope you are okay…' and glanced at the unfamiliar sender address: D.Y. before cradling the phone in his lap as he clicked on the read button. Dave smirked as he realized it was from another kid at school: a short nerdy guy with an awesome Captain Hammer shirt he had shot the shit with at Az's birthday party.

Dave shifted uneasily on the bed as he read: 'When my facebook literally exploded from people commenting on "THE STATUSOMGWTFLOLOLOL" one hour ago, I admit I had to process the information for a few minutes before being able to stare away from the screen. I instantly typed a message on your wall, to try to balance all the negative reactions. Some of the more moronic and hateful messages you received really baffled me, and I wondered for one second how I could manage this sort of outburst if it was directed at me...I'm sorry to admit that it was scary enough to make me erase my comment before posting it.'

Dave felt himself take a deep breath as his eyes settled on the next line in the e-mail: 'I'm so sorry for what happened at the prom. When you stormed out, I couldn't help it; I followed you outside but didn't find you anywhere... Not that I could've really helped ease the situation, but Hummel had all his friends around him, and I didn't see any of your buddies coming after you.'

Dave bit his lip as he remembered running to his trunk and driving to the empty Target parking lot so no one else from school would see him crying. He remembered carefully watching every car that entered the parking lot and praying one of them would be Hummel in his SUV there to comfort him but he never came. 'I voted for you at prom, but I had no idea that would lead to a stupid prank mocking what you're trying to do with the Bully Whips, which is awesome. (but to be totally honest, I'm not sure about the beret. Lol),' Dave read the message smirking at the comment about the stupid berets that had been Santana's idea but he had grown to love.

He scrolled through the rest of the message, 'I'm not a prom king, or a countertenor so apart from the obvious "interested in: men" and the message I (finally) posted to support you and Hummel, I added some pictures of me cosplaying at the San Diego Comic con. The pics are hopefully ridiculous enough to attract a little of the attention and insults from your page to mine. Hope that helps a little and you can take a break from deleting insults on your wall...and that the more gay kids come out, the less people will care about it (that's a little optimistic, I know).'

Dave closed his e-mail and headed for the door smiling like a loon as he took in the fact D.Y. had been trapped closet too and had come out because of Kurt's post. Dave headed for Kurt's room as he realized all the shit he was going to get for dating Kurt Hummel was going to be worth it in the end.