Chapter 37

(A.N: So it is unanimous, I shall be continuing when I get back. It's funny but I never thought the story would go on as long as it has. I am [of course] happy that it has, and will go on longer. I mean 37 chapters. Jeez, when I started I thought 15 would be a lot. I also hoped to be finished this story before the Karofsky episode comes out [which it still might] but it all doesn't matter. It's great to know that you guys are willing to stick it through. I know I'm going to be in Italy and look around and think "I wonder if any of these people read my story" then giggle because it's unlikely [I know there are people from Italy who read my FF but what is the likelihood any of them would be exactly where I am?] anyway YAY thank you Oh added side note, my friend Michelle wants credit for telling me how casts work, thank you Michelle. Also super side note, this chapter is...awkward. )

"You're moping" Kurt said placing himself on the arm of the couch. Dave moaned loudly, and looked up at Kurt. Kurt's face was expressionless and firm. Dave lifted the pillow underneath his head and put it over his face. He knew he was just reinforcing Kurt's point but he didn't want to talk to him right now. "Get up Edward Cullen; we may have called a truce but that doesn't mean you can pull this emo boy persona". Dave kept quiet underneath his pillow. He hoped if he didn't reply Kurt would leave, and he could go back to sleeping and thinking. Dave heard Kurt sigh dramatically, and heard him get to his feet. Dave smiled underneath the pillow, and he loosened his grip on the pillow. Suddenly his face was uncovered and Kurt stood above him, his arm crossed, and the pillow on the floor beside him. "Get up."

"Why?" Dave asked. He hadn't felt like moving at all. It wasn't just his body either, though as he was healing everything felt sore and tired.

"For one thing, this is a couch, not just your current sleeping arrangements. Maybe someone would like to watch T.V" Kurt answered, pointing at the T.V in front of them.

"Fine, I could move back upsta..."

"Secondly, you can't spend your entire life sleeping. How long have you gone without a shower? Or have you completely forgotten about personal hygiene? Despite you're obviously aversion to it, there is things you could be doing that don't involve you lying on my couch." Dave sighed, moving his leg off the pillow keeping it elevated and putting it on the ground. Taking this as a cue Kurt sat beside him. Dave stared at him as he did. He always found it fascinating the way Kurt sat down, as though he was in one of those old movies.

Dave knew he had been moping, but he couldn't help it. The problem wasn't a lack of things to do, it was that there were too many things to do, too many things to think about. All of it crowded his brain and made it so full that he didn't want to do anything at all. When he had come back to the Hummel-Hudson's after his medical examination it hit him hard. Nothing could go back the way it was, ever. It made him so sick that he couldn't eat, and he had had a hard time sleeping. "I know there are things to do." Dave sighed. He stared at the ceiling hard.

"Maybe freshening up will make you feel a little better. What do you think?" Dave shook his head. He wanted to have a shower, but it was difficult with a cast on.

"I guess if you could find a plastic bag long enough to cover my cast, and a stool. Otherwise, I'm pretty dead here" Dave said pointing to his leg.

"We have garbage bags, and a stool in the garage, and I'll help you up the stairs. I'm not joking when I say you reek quite badly Karofsky" Kurt said in a monotone voice, but smiled when he said it. Still as Kurt when to go get the stuff Dave smelt himself. As usual Kurt was right. The chubby, sweaty, football player definitely needed to clean up. He was well aware of how horrible he looked.

"Where's your dad, and Finn's mom, and Finn?" Dave asked as he saw Kurt gliding up the stairs with some things in his hands.

"My dad is at work, Carole is out shopping, and I think Finn's hanging out with Puck today. Doing some macho jock thing probably, no offense." Kurt yelled down.

"None taken" Dave yelled back. Kurt came back downstairs; he picked up Dave's crutches from the floor and handed them to him. Dave raised himself carefully. His ribs hurting as he put his armpits on the crutches. Slowly he made his way towards the stairs, Kurt following him at his pace. When he got to the stairs Kurt took the crutches and leaned them against the wall.

"Be careful" Kurt said and he put his arm around Dave's waist. Dave felt a tingle of embarrassment as he imagined the smell Kurt was suffering. Kurt suffered in silence though as they made their way up the stairs with difficulty.

"You're strong" Dave said absent minded. He was thinking about his appearance, how rival teams sometimes called him the Titan Bear.

"What, you think that a little gay, musical theatre kid can't be strong?"

"Oh come on, I didn't mean it that way. I just meant, I know I'm a big guy, you're pretty strong to be lugging me up the stairs like this. Don't think everything I say is an insult." Kurt didn't say anything. It was only when they got to the bathroom did Kurt said anything.

"Do you need help?" Kurt asked apprehensively. Dave shook his head quickly.

"No, no, no I'm fine. No. No. I'll be okay on my own."

"You don't think I'm going to come on to you in there do you?" Dave laughed anxiously.

"No, I may not know a lot about being gay yet, but I know that that's not how it works now."

"Then what?" Dave mumbled something under his breath. "What?"

"I don't want you to see me naked." Dave said, turning bright red. He had always hated getting changed in front of other boys, but if Kurt was helping him, that would mean he would be focusing on his body. Dave didn't want to Kurt to see his stomach, or his chest, or his body period. He didn't really want to see it himself, let alone have Kurt (whose body was cute) to see him. Dave limped into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind him. Inside the bathroom was a garbage bag, and inside the shower stood a stool. Dave smiled.

After his shower Dave put his clothes back on. He had never figured out where his backpack was, and had forgotten to ask. These clothes weren't too dirty anyway. He didn't have a comb or anything to run through his hair though. He decided it didn't matter. His face was already gross looking, what did it matter what his hair looked like.

Dave slipped out of the bathroom carefully. He didn't know where Kurt was. He hoped he hadn't gone out and left him stranded upstairs. "Karofsky, come into my room" cautiously Dave made his way over to Kurt's door and opened it up.

Inside Kurt was standing next to a table with a mirror attached. He remembered when he was young his mom had one. Kurt gestured dramatically over to a seat in front of it. Dave was unsure of what was going on, but decided to trust Kurt. He sat down on the chair and looked at himself in the mirror. He frowned bitterly as he looked at himself.

Above him he saw Kurt's hand coming down on his head with a long black item. His first reaction was to flinch. Kurt gave him a sympathetic look, and opened his hands to show it was only a comb. "What are you doing?" Dave asked.

"I'm giving you a makeover" Kurt said, running the comb through Dave's hair lightly.

"Why?" Dave didn't feel like objecting, he was too tired, but he didn't understand why anyone would want to give him a makeover.

"You seem like you need one" Kurt said flatly. Dave frowned, it stung that Kurt thought he needed a makeover, though Dave knew he wasn't a hottie, he hadn't expected Kurt to say it so bluntly. "I don't mean your unattractive Karofsky only that you think you are."

"Don't you think I am?"

"What, unattractive?" Kurt asked as he reached for a spray can.

"Yeah."

"No, you're a little bit of a diamant à l'état brut, but you have potential" Kurt worked white foam into his hair. He didn't have a lot of hair to begin with, but the way he was styling it seemed to bring out the natural curl near the front and make it look neater. He then took a tiny white pillow and rubbed it in powder, then began dotting his face with the powder.

"What is that stuff?" Dave asked, coughing as some of it entered his mouth.

"Foundation, normally it would be too light on you, but as you've been pretty pale lately it seems to match nicely." Dave coughed more, and furrowed his eye brows. He was really getting a makeover.

After that Kurt grabbed another powder, only this one was a different colour. He put this lightly on Dave's face. Dave watched as the darkness of his bruises faded, making them look less severe. His scares lost their deep redness and Kurt worked the powder across his face.

"Whoa. How do you do that?" Dave gasped.

"That's how concealer works Karofsky, it's not rocket science. People learn how to use make-up when they're like eight." Dave was amazed though. He had never used make-up so he had never realised its amazing abilities. He didn't particularly like the feel of it on his skin, but he liked the effect. He looked less like a zombie, and more like a person.

"You're just so good at it. You're a genius" Dave spat out. Kurt smiled but kept up his work. He put the powder away and brought out a little pencil. "Wait, what is that?"

"Eyeliner" Kurt said, folding his arms across his chest.

"I don't know, I don't want ..."

"You don't want anyone to think your gay?" Kurt asked knowingly. Dave knew it was wrong. He was gay, and he had come out. His mind still had trouble separating from his old ways though.

"Do it." Dave said firmly. Kurt hesitated. "Do it, go ahead." Not waiting for anymore prompt than that Kurt began using the weird pencil thing. It was weird, and Kurt had to do it more than once. It felt odd to Dave, and though when he looked in the mirror, the brown eyeliner brought out the colour of his eyes, he still was sure he'd never use it again.

"See, you're not half bad for a "queer" boy are you?" Kurt smiled, looking into the mirror, then frowned.

"What?" Dave asked, looking at himself critically.

"Those clothes, they are burning holes into my retinas. I cannot stand by and let them destroy my eyesight."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we are going shopping."