Thanks for all the reviews, I was surprised by how many came in only 12 hours. To answer xechada's questions: yes Kurt went to Dalton, all the things that happened still happened but there's no Blaine being his bad advice giving self. However, Dave didn't confess, he was seen leaving Scandals with Kurt one night after accidentally meeting up. More details to come, in fact you get to see some soon. *wink*

Warning: MxM, mentions of suicide/self-inflicted pain, some violence, profanity, some grammar and spelling mistakes. Also I'm from the USA so my English is going to be different than you darling British and Australians and such. I apologize for any confusion ahead of time!

I do not own Glee, but I would love a Kurtofsky pillow one day. Though my parents would probably not get it.

Chapter 2

Dave was sitting in an empty room on a plain white, plastic chair. Dressed in his everyday clothes; a white tee, jeans, sneakers with socks, and his letterman. Dave was disorientated. Why was he here? Then the voices came. Fag, homo, you should have stayed in the closet! Pervert! What the hell is wrong with you? A jock can't be a homo! What the hell are you talking about, you should stay in the closet! Scared and startled Dave covered his ears trying to drown out the voices. They just go louder and louder, and then suddenly Azimio and his mother were there. Azimio looked angry and disgusted while his mother looked sad, frantic and disappointed. What the hell Karofsky! You never told me you were a fag! I don't want to talk to you, hell I don't want to even look at you! Azimio said turning away from Dave. Tears started falling as his mother cried out, No! There's no way I gave birth to a.. a GAY person! Stop lying Dave! You need to get help! I'll call that doctor your uncle works with at his camp and we'll get you fixed. I'm sure this is just pressure from school or something making you say these silly things. You are NOT GAY. Then Kurt was there. He just kept saying Dave's name over and over. He felt the other boy take his shoulders and shake him back and forth.

"Dave, Dave, Dave, DAVE, DAVE! DAVE! DAVE!" And then Kurt kissed him. Jerking awake Dave found Kurt pinned under him and their lips sealed together. Moaning, he jerked back and crab walked away until he ran into the underside of the bleachers. Curling into a tight ball he started rocking back and forth. No no no no no no no no, not again, not again... He thought wildly. He felt his shoulder being shaken again and he realized it was Kurt and he was saying it aloud.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, please don't run away again, please don't leave me. Please please please I promise I won't touch you again, I promise it was an accident, no no no no no no no no, I'm sorry, I am so so so so sorry. I didn't mean to. This can't be happening." Dave sobbed out. He felt Kurt's arm go around him and hug him tight.

"Shhh, shhh... It's okay Dave, it's okay. It's not your fault. It's not your fault, you didn't do anything bad to me. It's okay, I'm not going to leave you. Shhh, shhh... It's okay big guy. You weren't the one who kissed me." Kurt said. "I was the one who kissed you." Dave's mind flat lined. The erratic noise and screams were just pushed to the back. Dave jerked back and stared at Kurt wildly.

"Wha-wha-what did you say?" He ground out. His voice was harsh and coarse from the tears and screams, mere echoes of the nightmare that had swallowed him, the nightmare that was swallowing him alive. His eyes met with Kurt's and he watched the boy visibly swallow.

"I kissed you." Kurt said again. Dave laughed hysterically at this.

"There's no way in hell that happened." Dave said. His breathing was starting to return to normal, and his head wasn't pounding. Hell, his heart wasn't trying to pry itself out of his chest anymore."You don't have to protect me by lying to me Kurt. There's no way you'd kiss me. You hate me. The only reason you're helping me is because I nearly killed myself and you didn't answer your fucking phone to hear me say that your fucking problems were finally going to be gone for good. You didn't fucking pick up your phone to hear me say goodbye." He started to get angry. A small snide voice in the back of his head asked where all this emotion was coming from. How an empty husk could feel anything. Dave's fist punched into the ground and he saw Kurt jerk slightly. A bitter laugh escaped him. "See, you would never fucking kiss me. You hate me, you fear me." Scrubbing his fact with his hands Dave moved to get up. "I'm not fucking doing this. You shouldn't put up with my shit. Drop me off at a motel or something. You can't have me in your home." Then he was being pushed back by a really pissed off Kurt. Falling back, he slammed into the ground. Staring up at Kurt, shock freezing his entire body he watched the other boy lean down, eyes squeezed shut, and kiss him hard. Making a muffled noise of shock Dave's focus zoomed in on the dry, chapped feel of Kurt's lips pressed against his. He could use some Chapstick, his brain spit out rather lamely. They aren't as silky as the time he confronted you and you kissed him out of desperation. Feeling his body stir, Dave jerked his focus backing into rational thought. The kiss was chaste and it was actually starting to hurt.

"Kurt," he mumbled, trying to push the other boy off to no avail. The other boy had somehow wound himself around Dave and was clinging tighter than a toddler to candy. Dave tried again, "Kurt, dude, you need to like get off." Still no reaction, just a hard pressure on his mouth, chest, and stomach. "Dude, seriously, you're hurting me with your mouth." Why the hell am I the one making sense, Dave thought humorously, I'm the crazy guy who just tried to commit suicide. Feeling laughter bubble up, Dave laughed so hard he felt tears leak out of the corners.

Kurt was plastered against Dave. His mouth tightly pressed against the other boy's while he wrapped himself hard to him. He heard Dave mumble something, but it didn't come through, right now he was absorbed in the hard muscled body he was pressed against. Sweet Prada, Kurt thought blankly as he kept himself from rubbing up and down against that wall of yummy chest, I always thought he was covering up fat with his loose clothes, not tons of muscles. Feeling the chest below start to shake, Kurt jerked back. His brain tried to figure out why Dave was laughing. Finally it hit him, he was clinging to Dave Karofsky trying to convince him that he, Kurt Hummel, would kiss him voluntarily. Moaning and flush with embarrassment he fell back away from Dave. Covering his face with his hands he heard Dave's laughter just get louder. Oh dear nonexistant God, if you wish to convert me, now would be the time to make a hole in the ground to swallow me whole. They laid there for the next twenty minutes, absolute embarrassment immobilizing Kurt while laughter did the same for Dave. Finally he heard Dave snuffle a few times. Seeing Dave sit up and he felt a wave of warmth pass through his chest at the happier expression on the other boy's face. He felt a smile split his face and Dave laughed when he saw it before saying, "What?"

"Nothing," Kurt said shaking his head. "You just..." Look so much happier. Dave looked at him quizzically then shrugged. Pushing to his feet Dave brushed himself off then offered him a hand. Placing his hand in Dave's Kurt felt another strange flood of warmth when the warm, large, calloused hand wrapped around his slender paler one. Dave pulled him up, and he stumbled a bit and he fell into Dave's side. The other boy gripped him firmly and smiled softly down at him before asking, "Are you okay?" Kurt nodded into Dave's shoulder, sucking in the scent of the other boy's aftershave and bath soap. Stepping back he tried to control the oncoming blush.

"I'm fine, thanks for helping me up." He brushed his hair out of his eyes. Dave chuckled and ruffled it. Kurt squawked indignantly. "Do not touch my hair! It takes forever to get it the way I want it! Do you know how much time it takes to get it exactly this fabulous? To look this fabulous?" His hands swept up and down, displaying his skinny jeans with a braided belt with metallic embellishments on the buckle, stripped gray long sleeved collared shirt under a bright green argyle cardigan with the most adorable flower cameo buttons. Hooking his fingers into the back pocket he twirled and heard Dave laugh even harder. Smiling at the other boy, he said, "You still want to hang out here? Or do you want to head over to my place for some food?"

Looking remarkable less stressed, Dave shrugged and said, "What the hell, worse come to worse I'll bail out and sleep in the woods." Not exactly the greatest vote of confidence but Kurt figured he'd take what he could get.

Dave stood outside the Hummel-Hudson household unmoving and more than a little scared. Dave still felt terrified of Burt Hummel even though the man had worked things out with him while he had been in the hospital and had become a pillar of comfort and patience for Dave and his family. Still, Dave was admittedly awkward around the whole family and the whole fact they were so fucking nice. He watched Kurt walk up ahead of the pathway. Reaching the door, Kurt paused, and turned back. Dave could guess what he saw. Frozen Dave stuck staring dumbly at a house with one duffel bag laying limply over his right foot while a backpack hung over his left shoulder.

"You are going to come inside, right Dave?" Kurt asked from twenty feet away. Dave just stared at him and shook his head. Dave was pretty sure there was no way in hell he was going to go inside. Kurt huffed, opened the door and slammed it shut. Well that wasn't what I expected, Dave thought surprised. He had been pretty sure Fancy was going to come over to him and bitch him into submission. Shrugging he settled down on the edge of the drive and studied his surroundings. The house wasn't in the middle of nowhere per say, but it wasn't abutted against twenty other houses like his family's was. Starting to feel relaxed, Dave stretched out his legs and leaned back on his arms. The sun was bright for late February and it felt surprisingly good. Deciding he'd prefer sitting outside anyway, Dave tugged out his iPod and started up his Theory of a Deadman playlist. Humming along to Make Up Your Mind he didn't notice the shadows till four pairs of arms hauled him up and he was bodily lifted into the air.

"Holy shit!" Dave squealed out. Wincing at how girly that sound, he looked around to see who held him and glared into the grinning faces of Puck, Finn, Sam, and Burt. "What the fuck guys?"

"Language," Burt said simply. As he vainly trying to get down, he was carried into the house and dumped on to the living room floor. Artie and Mike were there as well, and it looked like a video game marathon was going on.

"Owww! What the heck?" Dave growled. Seeing Kurt leaning smugly against the doorway leading to a hallway to wherever he snarled, "Dammit Fancy! Couldn't you leave well enough alone?" Kurt merely shrugged, and Dave scowled.

"At least you're feeling." Kurt said simply.

"Yes I'm feeling all the nerves in my ass." Dave said, ignoring the surprise that came at the mention that he was indeed feeling. Hearing the play list croon into Crazy Bitch Dave couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Halo paused on the television he couldn't help but laugh at the poor idiot getting semi-knifed. "Dude who's the moron who got his shit incorrectly equipped?" Hearing Finn's angry huff, Dave snorted. "Dude, I shouldn't have even bothered asking." Which startled the rest of the group into laughing. Dave still felt pretty damn scared and uneasy with being around so many people. Seeing that the guys were too busy ragging on Finn he felt some of the tension leave his body and he merely sat back, listened to his music while watching pandemonium go on and go down. Feeling like a normal person Dave had to pretend he was looking for something in his bag to hide his tears.

Later that night Kurt watched Dave who was curled up on the couch with Finn playing BioShock from the doorway. Finn was obviously screwing something up because Dave, albeit patiently, was cussing him out as he tried to lead Finn out of doing something stupid. Good luck with that, Kurt thought, he's still dating Rachel. Not that Kurt hated Rachel, she was just a lot of drama and insanity. Watching Dave's and Finn's faces paired up with some sort of celebration type noise from the game Kurt figured they'd done something amazing. Looking away from the game for moment Dave spotted him. Grinning at him Dave motioned him over. Flopping down at Dave's feet Kurt studied the screen, watching the boys shoot and kill strangely shaped villains.

"What exactly is the point to this game?" Kurt asked.

"To kill things." Finn responded. Kurt gave him some skunk eye. Dave however saved Finn from retaliation by shocking me.

"It depends on the game, but usually communication and relationship building." Dave said as he exploded something causing both to hoot with excitement. Rolling his eyes, Kurt drawled. "Really?"

"Uh-huh, how do you think we can get Puckerman not to be out after the next hot thing after practice? We mention the guys are gonna go to Breadstix and do a little Mortal Combat discuss and he's all over it." Dave said as they blasted a few more monsters. Considering how Noah often seemed more than ready to chase down anything, especially before he'd dated Lauren, Kurt wasn't surprised.

"Is that how you convinced him to stay with Glee and football?" Kurt asked Finn curiously.

"No, he joined football because it leads to cheerleaders and allows him to beat the shit out people without getting in trouble, and he joined Glee 'cause of Quinn and then learned he liked it and shit, plus I think he's still there 'cause he's so tight with us guys now, y'know?" Finn said.

"Dude, you think Puck's becoming more bro over ho?" Dave said causing Kurt to slap Dave hard in the knee. "What?" He asks looking at me amused. "I ain't includin' you with the hos so you can't say I'm calling you a girl." He cocks his head and then drawls, "though maybe Puck doesn't see it that way." I cover my face and groan. Teasing Dave is too hard to fight and I decide to ignore him.

"I really don't get you at all." I say, "but I really don't get Noah."

"Well, do you think so, Karofsky? He's actually more bro no mo' ho?" Finn says trying to navigate through some hospital type building. Dear sweet oblivious brother, I think, you just totally ignore the gay innuendo and move right along don't you. Which actually made life easier at the moment.

"I dunno man, you see him more than I do. I'm just sayin', 'cause I haven't heard him braggin' over scorin' with nobody. I mean, he's probably still screwed up over Zizes right?" Dave said frowning.

"He's not over Lauren?" I say startled. Both jocks exchange a look and shake their head.

"I swear your bro... Someday I wonder why you two ain't called the Duo of Clueless," Dave muttered under his breath.

"Dude! Not cool!" Finn whined. "I ain't clueless!" Both Dave and I laugh as Finn's distraction causes him to get offed again.

"Dude, if you were any more vacant, your mother or Kurt would have to hang an Open House sign around your neck in hope for something to move in." Dave said killing some boss and moving up another level. Laughing even harder, I roll onto my back and clutch my sides.

Finn shoots Dave a dirty look before saying, "Dude, so not cool."

Shrugging Dave merely watches Finn get killed again before saying, "Ain't my fault it's true. Ain't my fault."

Today's the first day back in school at McKinley for me and for some reason McKinley looks a hell of a lot different. Maybe it's because I'm in Kurt's car with Finn and Kurt. Maybe it's because there isn't a milling mass of teenagers discussing the week's drama. Maybe it's the fact there's a bright rainbow banner draped across the front of the building with bright white block letters saying, "Support Gay Dave!" Since I've decided to get out of the car and ignore everyone while I go to class, I'm totally fine with not learning the exact reason.

"So... You're cool with going to class?" Finn asked. I wince, I guess I can't hide the total look of terror on my face.

"Uh..." Is all I can say as I slip out of the car, backpack over my shoulder, a jacket that isn't my letterman, which causes a twinge in me, zipped up, my face partially hidden behind some scarf Kurt forced on me before we left the house. Scrubbing my face I try again. "I have to so... Yes?" Kurt's pissed at this response because he smacks me hard in the back of the head.

"You don't have to!" Kurt snaps. He's looking like the Fancy I call him bundled up in this dark blue military inspired jacket with loads of buckles, washed out jeans, boots, a bright scarf and earmuffs. I'm surprised by the earmuffs, since he's so fanatical about his hair, but I guess he has a way of putting them on that prevents them from fucking up his hair so I mentally shrug it off. Finn however looks like I do. A normal, sporty, high school dude who'd rather never have to go to school, though for different reasons.

Scratching my face, "Uh... I kinda need to." I've already accepted that while I don't ever want to go to school again, McKinley is better than Thurston and having to face all of the people who had sprayed my lockers with Fag and littered my Facebook with insults. The gay bashing was even worse there, even though I never got into it. I've tried to grow up, and thankfully I never gotten back into my bullying habits since before the Bully Whips. Readjusting my backpack I almost miss Kurt's next explosion.

"No you don't! Not if you don't want to." Kurt's clutching my arm and shaking me. I'm out of the car and he can bitch at me better.

"Dude, I might not want to, but something in me needs to." Is all I say, which causes him to shut up. He really is a good guy. Sweet, protective, and damn overbearing. Patting his shoulder awkwardly, I try to move away out of his grasp. He merely tightens it. Finn seeing how uncomfortable I am, and being a genuinely clueless dude, says, "Hey it's gonna be fine Kurt, nothing is gonna hurt Dave." I've become Dave over the few days we'd hung out since I'm coming back midway through the week. This causes Kurt to turn on Finn, and he and I both wince when Kurt lays into him. Shaking my head, I grip the hand Kurt is using to wave a finger in the face of a backing up Finn, and gently squeeze it.

"Let's just go in?" I ask. Kurt looks at me, and some of the angry leave his face and stance. Sending Finn one more glare he levels off, and we start in. Kurt's got a hold of my left wrist since I am slightly dragging my feet. We've parked in the back, since we'd gotten there rather late. So when I see the crowd waiting for me at the front I can't exactly make out who it is. Nervous, I continue walking towards them, pretty sure Finn and Kurt won't lead me into anything too bad. Wincing I realize my trust is rather misplaced since they walk me right into the clutches of the female members of Glee. Oh my God, they're gonna drive me crazy. As we reach them I'm suddenly holding a wailing Rachel who's clinging to my neck. It's tight just as the noose. The way out, a small part, okay a big part, of me whispers. Shit! I can't think like that.

"We dedicated a bunch of songs for you," she cries, "did it help you? Are you feeling better? Do you want me to sing another song for you." Oh shit, no, is all I can think. I look pleadingly at Kurt and Finn who are both trying to pry her off. When she starts in on The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow, they finally have her half off. Seeing my freaked out expression she thinks I'm feeling worse and just belts it louder.

"Rachel!" Kurt says urgently. I can't deal with this. I don't need this. I can feel myself starting to shut down, and I keep pushing her off. Finally getting her free I run into the school's outdoor boy's bathroom and lock myself in the middle stall. Curling up in a ball I try to calm down, but it isn't long before all the voices come back and I can feel the noose around my neck again. A few moments later I can see a bunch of shoes outside of the stall. A timid knock on the door just causes me to freak out more and I'm crying harder.

"I'm sorry, Dave," comes Finn's voice, "Rachel meant to make you feel better."

"It doesn't help dude! I can't have people clinging to my neck! It fucking reminds me." Is all I can say. Deciding to ignore everything that comes out after that I clamp my hands over my ears and start counting aloud. I'm nearly up to a hundred when Kurt's voice breaks in.

"-ve, Dave, Dave! Can you hear me? Dave?" Is what he's saying over and over again. Jesus, Kurt's really the only person who can get me out of my head when this happens.

"She doesn't fucking help dude." Is all I say back.

"She's not here anymore, the other girls dragged her away and Finn is calming her down. She's just an overly emotional diva who doesn't understand anything." Realizing it's only two pairs of shoes now I ask. "Who else is there?"

"It's just me and Mercedes." Oh damn I don't want to see her either. She's a nice person but she hates me for what I've done to Kurt.

"Oh God, Kurt, why is she here, she hates me too." Is all I can offer up.

"It's okay, she's the most sane of the girls so she stayed behind. She said she didn't need to slap Rachel again this morning and that all that crap would make her do it." Laughing disjointedly at that I feel myself calming down.

"She was always the one with the biggest balls after you Kurt." I reply back. I scrub at my face a few times knowing I look like three kinds of hell. Straightening, I unlock the door and kind of stumble out of it. Kurt's there and he instantly hands me a wet wipe. We've learned to keep them on us since I almost always breakdown at least once a day. Wiping at my face I lamely say, "Hello Mercedes," looking at her outfit I continue with saying, "you like bright and pretty." She merely nods looking sympathetic. I really must look like hell. Rubbing the back of my neck I try to keep the deep breathes coming. I know if I let them go short too soon afterward I'll breakdown again.

"So... What are you doing after class Kurt?" Mercedes asks, obviously attempting to create some normalcy where there is none. I mean really? How normal is it to talk to the suicidal, recovering, former bully who's actually gay, paranoid and having breakdowns? Kurt smiles and goes on about going to the mall after doing some homework. The girl and him talk about some new store and how their shopping prospects are going up now. Relaxing gradually, I move Kurt gently to the side before going to the sink and washing my face. He's a relaxing presence and Mercedes is actually pretty easy to be around as well.

"So..." I say breaking in, "why exactly are you going shopping again when you've already maxed out your allowance?" Both look at me, and Kurt pouts.

"Because it's fun." Kurt says simply before turning to a mirror and primping.

"But you can't buy anything." I reply. Mercedes looks a little thrown off as I see in the mirror, and I'm actually kind of relieved I'm not the only one freaked out and worried about this. I give her a quiet smile which she returns and I can feel some unseen tension leave both of us and the room. Tugging at the scarf, I grimace. I've knocked it askew. Muttering I unravel it and try to re-wrap it how Kurt did it this morning. Giving up I just toss one end over the other.

"I go because I can earmark what's in and what will be on sale in a few days, weeks, or months." Kurt says as he turns to me. He looks me up and down and I feel a different sort of dread creeping in on me. "You know," he starts, "you haven't used your allowance yet..." I eye him back.

"I am not dishing out cash for feathers or sequins." Poking at his scarf, I say, "I also don't do pastels..."

"Oh, of course not Karofsky." Mercedes says, "it would look just wrong on all that tanned skin. You'd look better in russet or maybe evergreen." I look at her totally lost, I know they're colors since she says their names like they're colors and I think I overheard them when Kurt forced me to watch Project Runway and then Project Accessory reruns with him and Carole over the weekend.

"Uh...I guess so?" Is all I can say and I see a gleam in both of their eyes that I don't trust. I inch towards the door in case either reach for the glitter I'm sure they have stashed somewhere on their body.

"How much allowance do you have left? Enough to buy some new jeans and shirts for yourself?" Kurt says innocently and I immediately see where this is going.

"I'm not going shopping for new clothes Kurt." I say weakly. He's gone all sweet on me and both he and Mercedes are giving me puppy dog eyes. I'm pretty sure Mercedes has totally forgotten that I used to bully them in the prospect of doing a total makeover on a jock.

"But Dave..." Kurt whines. I wince and try to get closer to the door, but end up boxed in right next to it. Just then Puckerman walks in at that time though, hopefully to save me.

"Yo Kurt," Puckerman says, "Finn's askin' if it's safe to release the Rachel?" I immediately look wildly at the guy, eyes begging please please please save me from all of this. Kurt cocks his head to the side and says snidely, "Only if Dave isn't free to get a makeover this afternoon." Puck winces and says to me who is obviously still looking for a way out, "I'd take that man, Rachel mentioned something about tying you to a chair so they could do the whole set we sang at Regionals for you." Kurt gives me a shit eating grin and I have to say.

"Well that's too bad, I have to go shopping with Kurt and Mercedes this afternoon."

Lol, how'd you like that, I try to mix humor into all my stories to allow some breathing space. Let me know what you think in the reviews and if you have any confusion or questions I'm always cool with answering stuff. The DavexKurt history is pretty similar to the show's and other fanfics from what I can tell, but for a few different flashbacks to come.