Okay, this is the Dave chapter! This was the third time trying to make a Dave chapter because, damn, it's harder than I thought lol! The first one was about prom, and the second one was if they'd both babysit Dave's little cousin…though I might do them as little one-shots lol. Plus I have a little story that I've been writing about Dave seeing Kurt in a gay bar/stip club…yeahhh :'D And I had a Valentine's Day fic that flopped and well…not Valentine's anymore lolol. Sorry, rambling.

And sorry for no updates lately. My kind, elderly neighbor got blood poisoning (srsly wtf), my great-grandpa has something wrong with him so we're visiting him after he gets his surgery, and my cat died ._. Not my month guys, haha.

In this chapter, and in the other 'When Fury Strikes' chapters, Finn is going to be a little more violent, I think.

I own nothing, except for the sexy gifs and pictures I snag off of tumblr of the Glee boys /drool.

This is set probably around the day after Dave kisses Kurt. And sorry if I made Kurt too forgiving, but he's thinking about starting off as friends. And I hope the whole buddy thing makes sense, I'll explain it better if you want!

When Fury Strikes

David Karofsky let out a haggard breadth. Here he was, in the boys' locker room of McKinley High, with his fellow football players, none of them having a fucking clue as to what was going on. Right before last period, Coach Beiste had made an announcement over the intercom growling, "Emergency football meeting in the locker room right after school. And I mean right after!"

Coach Beiste suddenly walked in, immediately followed by an amused-looking Sue Slyvester.

"Alright, you bunch of over-hormonal teenage punks," Coach nearly snarled, and Dave immediately knew she was pissed. "Coach Slyvester here has told me that some of you think that it's okay to inappropriately touch some of her Cheerios. Is that true?"

There was an extremely awkward silence, and one of the football players coughed.

Beiste narrowed her eyes. "Fine. I'll hand it over to Sue, then."

The Cheerios coach stepped forward, proudly displaying her green tracksuit that she was sure to have at least five copies of. "Now listen you little hooligans," she began almost cheerily. Not good. "It has come to my attention that some of you brainless Neanderthals have been harassing my little stars. And not in the type of harassing like, 'Oh, may I have your autograph, my dear goddess?', but instead in the harassing of the sexual kind," she finished, eyes glinting maliciously.

"This is a serious problem," Coach Beiste interjected solemnly. "You can risk a suspension for inappopiate touching, and you'd also have to sit on the bench for as many games as Principal Figgins, Coach Slyvester, and I deem right. Anything more than a little groping will end very, very badly for you," she warned. At the last bit, Dave could've sworn that Coach Slyvester looked right at him.

Ohgodohgodohgod.

"You also have to stop bullying," Sue added. "Porcelain is on the squad, and so forth under my protection. And if you get even one drop of that disgusting syrup-y ice they call a slushie on his uniform, you will wish that you had never heard of the name 'Sue Slyvester'," she threatened, and Dave could tell that he wasn't the only one in danger of wetting his pants. "So, to prevent any future problems from arising, Coach Beiste and I have decided to form a little Cheerio-Titan buddy club!" the Cheerios coach exclaimed in fake enthusiasm. There was immediate groaning from around the locker room.

"Shut it, boys, or I'll have you doing laps!" The groaning stopped. "Good," Beiste continued, clearing her throat. "Now, this is how it'll work. Each of you dip sticks will be assigned to a Cheerio. Once a week, one of you has to go to the other's house and eat dinner civilly. You also must eat lunch with your buddy at school. You'll all get logs to write down what happens and it has to be approved by me or by Coach Slyvester every week. You also need to spend a total of three homework hours a week with your buddy. We will know if you lie to us, so don't," she growled. "Got it?" Only silence met her.

"Um…Coach…" a brave soul dared to utter. Dave was pretty sure it was Daniel…something. "How long is this buddy thing going to last?"

Sue grinned. "As long as it needs to."

(The Next Day)

Kurt clutched the strap of his leather shoulder bag tightly (which was indeed Coach, thanks for noticing) while walking from the student parking lot to the school. Quinn had sent out a mass text to the Cheerios squad that there was an emergency Cheerios meeting at 7:45 a.m. sharp in the gym. Kurt couldn't help but to be nervous; he couldn't remember the last time there was an emergency meeting.

Quinn and Brittney were already sitting on the bleachers, so he decided to join them. A few minutes later and the whole squad was there, except for Becky. When 7:45 rolled along, the doors to the gymnasium slammed open, and in walked Sue with Becky following dutifully behind her.

"Hello my little skinny go-getters! Now, I have something to tell you all…"

By the time she was finished, Kurt was stunned. He knew that she did this partly for him, but why? Kurt most certainly did not want to spend any extra time with a brainless ape!

"Alright ladies, Porcelain. I'll read off your partners. Brittany, you've got Other Asian. Becky, Frankenteen. Satan, Puck. Stretch Marks, Fish Lips…" the list went on and on. And, finally, "Porcelain, you've got…ah, the Manimal."

Kurt nearly chocked. "You mean Karofsky?" he sputtered. "B-but Coach!"

Sue frowned. "Sorry there, Lady Face, but I guess you're S.O.L. It'll be fine, trust me," she assured, and Kurt would have felt grateful if he weren't so upset. "Beiste already told the hot heads who their buddies were last night, and she also gave them the logs, so I expect you all to be eating lunch with your buddies and having lovely chats with them. If they try anything…well, I hope you all have the mandatory rape whistle and can of mace. Have fun, kids."

And with that they were dismissed, but Kurt doubted that he'd be having very much fun at all.

Kurt pursed his lips as he sat down in second period French. First hour, Pre-Calculus, had gone on normally—he and Rachel were the only two to do the assignment, so the teacher had given the rest of the class work time while the divas bitched to each other about clothing ("Rachel, sweetie, I love you, but you look like a Catholic schoolgirl out of a cheap porno—" "I beg your pardon?").

However, this class he had with his so-called "buddy." Ugh.

Kurt wrinkled his nose disdainfully when Karofsky sat in the empty desk next to him. "Vous n'êtes qu'un idiot, débile sans cervelle qui je déteste delà de tout doute raisonnable," he muttered sourly in flawless French. ("You're nothing but a stupid, brainless moron who I detest beyond a reasonable doubt.")

The jock looked at him, obviously confused, before apparently shrugging it off. "Listen, Hummel," he said quietly, "I'm…I'm sorry about the other day when I…you know," he mumbled, looking definitely awkward. The paler teen had a brief flashback of when it'd be him apologizing to Finn for acting severely out of line last year, but he brushed the thought away as quickly as it had come.

"We'll talk later," Kurt replied curtly back before focusing on the lesson—class had begun, after all.

Dave felt stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He just wanted to apologize to the gorgeous boy for macking on him in the locker room (because really, he was a teenage boy, he really couldn't help the primal urge to claim those beautiful, pretty fucking lips that were teasing him) but goddamn that stupid bell to hell. And of course, Madam Rue was one of the teachers who actually cared if you paid attention in class. Fuck.

However, he silently praised her when she announced that if they were participating in the Cheerio-Titan buddy project, they had to work with their partner if they were both in the same class. Score.

"Mais madame, s'il vous plaît, je peut travailler avec Sam? S'il vous plaît?" Kurt begged, and Dave was able to figure out what he said since it wasn't muttered this time. ("But madam, may I please work with Sam? Please?")

"Rules are rules, Kurt," she replied back before concentrating on homework that needed to be graded. "Now, turn your books to page 124 and read the conversation with your partners."

The blonde smiled kindheartedly at the smaller male, turning around in his seat. "Sorry, bud," he sympathized, resting his hand gently on Kurt's upper arm, before heading off with his partner, Suzy something. Dave felt slightly jealous at the casual contact between the two. Kurt sighed before looking back at the football player.

"Alright," Kurt began grumpily. "I'll be Elisabeth and you can be Olivier." He then took off, not even bothering to wait for Dave. "Bonjour, Olivier. Etes-vous bien?" ("Good morning, Olivier. Are you well?")

Dave glared slightly before replying, "Bonjour, Elisabeth. Oui, je suis bien. Il est hors ensoleillée."

("Good morning, Elisabeth. Yes, I am well. It is sunny out.")

"Cela est vrai. Il est hors très chaud," Kurt replied back, and Dave could tell her was already bored at the easy French. Even though it was French III, madam had insisted on them reviewing what they had learned. ("That is true. It is very hot out.")

"C'est ennuyeux," Dave admitted, and he held a smirk when he saw his partner's eyebrow rise curiously. "Je veux dire ce que j'ai dit, Kurt. Je suis désolé pour ce que j'ai fait." ("This is boring. I mean what I said, Kurt. I am sorry for what I did.")

"Oh, êtes-vous?" the gleek asked haughtily. ("Oh, are you?")

Dave took a deep breath before replying. "Je suis vraiment. J'ai sérieusement pas pu m'en empêcher, je veux dire vous étiez là,rouge et irrité, et sacrément intéressant. Je suis un gars, j'ai des besoins et des désirs, et,ainsi, vous êtes à ces besoins et désirs," he finished, a barely there blush on his cheeks. ("I really am. I seriously couldn't help myself, I mean you were right there, flushed and angry, and damn attractive. I'm a guy, I have needs and desires, and, well, you are those needs and desires.")

By the end of his mini speech, Kurt was blushing deeply, and Dave felt a little proud. "I…I've never…wow," he uttered breathlessly. "Je dois aller aux toilettes!" he suddenly cried out, and before Dave could do anything, his crush was already gone.

Kurt rushed into the closest bathroom—which, unfortunately, was a boys'—cheeks aflame. "I can't' believe he said that," he groaned, pressing his head to the large mirror while placing his hands on the edges of the sink.

"Said what, Princess?"

Kurt whipped around to see a fresh out of juvie Puck, who had entered the bathroom right after him. "Oh, um, hi Puck," he answered back, feeling unsure. "Nothing, nothing at all."

Puck raised an eyebrow before moving a little closer. "I know when someone's lying, Hummel, you're talking to the supreme badass here. Who were you just sexin' up?"

Kurt sputtered. "I was doing no such thing!" he screeched, the flush of his cheeks growing redder by the second.

Puck grinned. "Princess, I ain't gonna judge. I know your type. Super uptight, bitchy, demanding divas are fucking wild in bed. I can't blame you for wanting a little action in school," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Kurt huffed before snapping, "Noah fucking Puckerman, if you don't shut up right this instant, this necklace is going in your eyes!" Puck eyed the necklace the soprano was wearing, which was strung with keys. Rather pointy-looking keys at that.

"Okay, calm your tits," Puck grumbled. "I was just teasing…kinda. See ya, Princess." And with that the local bad boy walked out, leaving Kurt alone with his racing mind.

Dave stabbed at his food slightly more forcefully than usual. Kurt was sitting on his right, and on Kurt's right was Azimio's Cheerio buddy, Becca, and Azimio was sitting on her right. Dave was a little surprised that Santana was sitting on his other side, with Puck next to her.

The ex-hockey player rolled his eyes when he saw Kurt's almost stepbrother glaring at him from the next table over with Becky cuddled up right to his side. Maybe that's why Puck was over here—to play babysitter for Kurt to get some brownie points with the frankenteen.

Kurt pulled out the small black binder that had their log on it, and wrote down in slightly curly handwriting under the TUESDAY heading, "Homework hours: 9:15-9:45 and 12:13, Kurt and Dave eating lunch together with Puck, Santana, Becca, and Azimio."

Dave hid his slight smile. He wrote Dave, not Karofsky. Maybe there's hope?

"This isn't too bad," Dave stated, and Azimio grunted in agreement.

"Yeah man, Becca you's all sorts of fine," the black boy sniggered, and the blonde rolled her eyes before smacking him lightly on the arm.

"See, Fancy, being around me 'n' Az isn't so bad," the football player said casually while wrapping an equally (hopefully) casual arm around the smaller boy's shoulders.

"Watch it, Karofsky," Puck muttered, and Santana pursed her lips.

"Hurt the gay kid and I will cut you," the Latina threatened.

Kurt sighed. "Guys, Karofsky's apologized to me about everything he's done. And I mean…everyone deserves second chances, right?" he said, looking intentionally at Puck. The sex shark at least had the decency to look a little ashamed. Kinda. "I gave both Finn and you a second chance, Puck, so it wouldn't be fair to not do the same for Karofsky. I may have forgiven…Dave for his appalling Neanderthal actions, but I most certainly haven't forgotten."

At this, Dave cheered up considerably. He had a chance now, and he'd do everything in his power not to blow it.

But that was before Finn happened.

"Karofsky!" Finn shouted when he entered the locker room after school, where everyone was gearing up for practice.

"What, Hudson?" Karofsky snapped back. Finn approached closer until there was only a bench separating them.

"You," Finn glared, pointing accusingly at the other male. "Fucking watch it with Kurt. If you so much as touch a damn hair on his head, there's going to be hell to pay." Finn was seeing red. He saw how Dave touched his brother at lunch—yeah, okay, he was a moron sometimes, but that didn't mean he was completely stupid. He could see a come-on. Well, this time at least.

"Fucking chill, Hudson," Karofsky hissed back, while internally he was thinking, If I get my way, I'll definitely be touching more than his head…damn. "Kurt and I made up to each other, didn't he tell you oh big brother?" he mocked.

"Wh…what?" Finn asked, shocked.

Karofsky smirked. "There's a clean slate between us. So calm it down."

Finn's jaw tightened. "I don't believe you," he said quietly. Then, he moved closer. "I've seen the way you look at him," he whispered, and Karofsky tensed. "If you touch him the way you want to, I'll beat the shit out of you."

"I like him, okay?" the jock snarled back, equally quiet, surprising Finn that he didn't deny it. "I just want to be with him. So if it means that I have to have a visit with you and a metal bat, then fine."

And with that, Dave left the locker room, leaving Finn still standing there in shock.

Okay! Sorry for no real romancin', but it'll come up. Just curious...what do you all think of St. Hummel (Jesse St. James/Kurt)? ;D Otherwise I'm gonna Puckurt this bitch up next chapter. And sorry for any incorrect French, I used Google translater lol.

Kurt has given Finn and Puck his forgiveness, so why not Dave? Plus he forgave Dave on the show so...just don't argue with my logic lolol. IT'S 2 AM, GIMME A BREAK.