It felt nice having someone to talk to, Dave decided. A sympathetic person, who wasn't going to mention the… kiss in the middle of the hallway. Larry wanted Dave to be a strong confident person, one that could be proud of being gay, someday.
After his not-date with Santanna, Larry wasn't very pleased with the arrangements, but didn't argue either. "I just think you're taking three steps back with your 'girlfriend' is all." Larry told him.
"But now I've got a reason to be less of a jerkhole and still keep my friends. Maybe." Dave replied.
"Azimio still giving you crap for the whole Bully Whips situation?" Larry asked, his face not revealing his thoughts.
"He's cut back a little bit, but you know how it can be with jocks," Dave said sadly. Larry nodded and patted Dave's knee. He'd been practicing actually interacting corporeally with things, and was getting quite good at it. It started with little things, like pencils or erasers scooting across Dave's desk. Then there were the much appreciated head scratches for the cat, and now reassuring pats on the knee, or a hug, if Larry thought Dave would be interested or open to one. But for now, Larry didn't want to push his overseer boundaries.
Dave got busy with his prom preparations. Why his 'girlfriend' picked out a dress less than a week before prom, he'll never know. He does know one thing for sure, and that is Friday will be even better than prom. Friday is the day he gets to walk Kurt to all of his classes.
Friday comes and everything goes extremely well, until Kurt's French class. Outside the classroom, he starts talking about how no one is bothering him for being gay. Dave's a little uncomfortable talking about this here, but he's sure the students inside aren't listening. Kurt's talking about he notices Dave's in pain, and he loses it. The tears are winning the battle against his calm, and before he realizes it, Kurt's a blurry picture in front of him, which makes apologizing a little easier, but he still can't meet his eyes. Their color confuses him, because every time he looks at Kurt, they look different. Kurt kind of accepts his apology, and Dave steels himself up for calc, and he can't look like he's been crying in there, because crying is for… scared little boys, like Dave.
After calc class, Kurt's waiting for him there, but so is Azimio. The three of them walk in awkward silence to the cafeteria. Azimio and Dave sit at a table next to Kurt, giving him enough distance to talk comfortably with his friends, but close enough to stop anything before it starts to turn into something bad. Lunch passes quietly, just like the rest of Friday.
Saturday arrived, and Dave was nervous. He wasn't sure why, as it's not like he was trying to impress Santanna. His father had grumbled about the price of renting a tuxedo last minute, but Dave explained that it wasn't his fault Santanna didn't pick her dress or at least color until Tuesday. Then again, the monkey suit was proving to be difficult, or rather the tie was.
"No, no, no," came a familiar voice. Larry stood behind Dave and straightened out the tie, before tying it himself. "Like this. Unless you wanted to accidently choke yourself," Larry told him. It felt odd for the hands that weren't quite hands to be tying that knot.
"If I wanted to choke myself, then it wouldn't have been accidental. Also, I'd already be in the tux, so burial would be a snap." Dave joked. He saw a hurt look flash through Larry's face in the mirror. His hands tilled on the tie, and like so many times before, he blinked out of being. "Larry? Oh god, Larry! I didn't mean that. I'm such an idiot!" Dave kicked his dresser, and regretted it as he felt the pain bloom, in his toes. He had to go get Santanna for prom, or everyone would know, but he had to make it up to Larry somehow.
Dave was kind of excited. He'd just won Prom King, and that meant Santanna would be happy. Except, no, Figgins had just announced Kurt as Prom Queen. The student body had just elected his crush to be his queen, and sadly Kurt was upset about it. The look on Kurt's face burned. If that peacock hadn't gone after him, Dave had half a mind to go out there himself. He was a Bully whip after all. Instead he sat upon his plush throne, and he had time to think about the implications. Was this about Kurt? Did they know Dave was gay too? Had they seen what had happened outside of French on Friday? Suddenly Kurt was back. He accepted his crown, and was quick with a joke, and for a moment Dave's heart soars. They're supposed to dance. It's tradition, and no one can blame him for dancing with Kurt, because he has to, but then Kurt wants him to come out, and that's not going to happen tonight.
This isn't the moment, and that song? There's no way he's dancing to Dancing Queen. So he runs, just like the locker room, like from the stairway, or from the shoving battle. It seems he's found another thing he's good at, running away from his feelings. As he runs through the hallways, he loses the scepter somewhere, and his feet take him to the French classroom. He's not sure why he stands there, but after he stops running, the tears overtake him, and he stands crying silently in the doorway until Santanna finds him at the end of the prom, and takes him home.