**Glee, nor its wonderful characters belong to me. A shame, really.

Coming to Grips

A Glee Story

Dave Karofsky left Kurt on the dance floor, and walked away. Outside the gym, he threw his Prom King crown to the floor and began to run. He didn't care that he was leaving his date, his "beard," Santana, or what people might be thinking. He needed to get away.

The old Dave should have mocked Kurt, to somehow throw suspicion away from himself. As a Bullywhip, though, he could not have done that. Part of his victory as Prom King had come from his "transformation." At least he could have pretended to be outraged—Was he outraged?—and given a lecture on acceptance, or some other crap.

But he wasn't outraged. He was afraid. He had to run away. He had to. He was afraid of what might happen if he stayed. The memory of the kiss he stole from Kurt still burned on his lips. Thinking of Kurt's face, seeing his cheeks, rosy with embarrassment, but determined to stand up for himself after being crowned Prom Queen…It made him want to kiss Kurt again.

In his car, Dave breathed heavily, scrubbing the tears away from his face.

"Argh! Why! Why, goddammit, why?" Dave cried aloud, not really knowing what he was asking.

If his father was like Kurt's, maybe he could come out. Mr. Hummel was supportive, kind, and understanding about Kurt. He seemed like a great father. But that wasn't fair. His dad was great. Dave knew that it was his own fear choking him, making his life miserable.

"Kurt," Dave whispered to himself. "I just left him there."

What did it matter? He had that preppy boyfriend of his to comfort him.

Just the thought of that guy made Dave furious. Preppy would get to comfort Kurt tonight, hold him, kiss his lips…

Dave writhed in his car, warring with himself. Part of him wanted to drive away, the other part wanted to go back in and dance with Kurt and kiss him in front of the whole school. Surely Kurt would love him back if…

What? I don't love him. I don't love Kurt!

It was too much. Dave started his car and drove around Lima, forcing himself to think of nothing.

Just drive, Dave.

Hours went by and his mind was a calm blank. But soon he began his favorite fantasy, one that he only indulged in during the middle of the night, when the black darkness hid his face, even from himself.

He was back in the gym locker room, and Kurt was yelling at him for being a jerk.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I was wrong." In his fantasies, it was easy to apologize.

"What?" Kurt was surprised. His beautiful lips, full and red, were parted, open and soft.

"I like you, Kurt. I have tried to hide it, and I've treated you horribly because of it. Can you forgive me?"

He looked Kurt deeply in the eyes. In his fantasies, it was easy to look as much as he wanted at Kurt's rosy face.

"I don't know, Dave. You have terrorized me this year. You've terrorized the Glee club."

Kurt turns his back to him, but doesn't move away. A sign of trust, surely. He moves close to Kurt's back, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"I was scared." It's easy to admit his fears. It's wonderful, in fact. He bends his head and whispers, his lips brushing Kurt's ear. "Please forgive me."

He turns Kurt to face him, and gently places his hand on Kurt's chin.

"I love you." This is a new part of the fantasy, but it is…true.

"I love you so much, Kurt."

He leans in for a kiss, hungry, yearning to envelope Kurt, with his arms, his mouth…but he stops at 90 percent, praying, hoping that Kurt will come across the remaining distance. He loves Kurt; he would never force him to do anything.

He holds his breath, his heart knocking painfully against his ribs.

Kurt's lips reach for him…

A knocking on his car window wakes Dave from his reverie.

"Kurt?"

Dave lowers his car window, surprised to see the object of his affection.

"Dave, what are you doing here?" Kurt eyeballed him angrily. He wrapped his satin bathrobe around himself. "Dave, speak!"

Dave looked around confused. "Uh?"

"It's three in the morning. You've been parked in front of my house for thirty minutes. I was up exfoliating my skin—it's necessary after a bad trauma, if you don't want to look old before your time. Remember that. Now, again, why are you here?

The End, For Now

*I love, love, love the Karofsky and Kurt story line. I hope you will like my take on the story.

**If you like my fanfiction, please check out my debut young adult novel, "Descending Olympus: The Stygian Chalice," (July, 2011) at barnes and noble .com.

***Descending Olympus Synopsis:

Zach Nikolas isn't a typical high school boy-no acne, no awkwardness for this high school god among boys. Gorgeous, charming, and athletic, every girl in school throws herself at him. Zach's parents, friends, and teachers worship the ground he walks on. He has never known want or sacrifice in his charmed life. He is on top of the world.

Things in Zach's perfect life begin to go horribly wrong. A murder attempt and a miraculous escape from certain death lead Zach to unheard-of powers, as an angry god seeks vengeance.

The one girl Zach can't have-the beautiful, intelligent Allie Connor, who hates his guts-is the key to everything.

When myths become reality, Zach must decide to sacrifice the girl he loves or let the world come to a fiery end.

Thanks, Velvia Wylie Keithley