A/N: I'm having fun writing Dave and having him swear all the time... Anywho. Here's chapter two!

Punching Bag

Dave waited anxiously outside his next class, eyes scanning the halls.

"Kurt!" he called out seeing the smaller boy approaching.

Kurt looked slightly surprised but nodded his acknowledgment and stopped in front of the boy.

"I-uh... Can I talk to you? Sometime...soon? Uhhh today? Like during lunch or after school?" he babbled, feeling a bit nervous talking to the boy he had forced to trasfer.

He watched as Kurt took in his request, clearly confused as to what he wanted to talk about.

After a moment, Kurt gave another nod. "Sure, Dave. I can't do lunch but I can meet you after school. In the choir room?"

Dave nodded eagerly with a grateful smile. He then motioned for Kurt to enter the classroom first and, with a raised eyebrow, he did just that. The jock followed behind him and took his seat, his smile fading slowly as he thought of what he had to do. He knew he could do it, and he was pretty sure he could get Kurt's help, but he was still anxious about the whole thing.

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He stood at the piano, fingers nervously tapping the smooth surface. Looking away from the door and glancing around again, he felt out of place. He had never felt welcomed here. With good reason. 'I was nothing but a douche to them.'

The door opened and Dave stood up straight as he turned to see Kurt enter.

"So what's this all about, Dave? What do you need to talk to me about?" Kurt asked, voice strong and confident as he strode over to a chair and sat down.

He turned to face him, seeing expectant eyes trained on him.

"I-Well..." Dave sighed and started again, "Sam and I-er..."

"Are together," Kurt supplied helpfully, in a matter-of-fact tone.

Dave stared at him a moment. Blinked. Then shook his head. "Wait. You knew?"

"Dave, Dave, Dave. Of course I knew! I have quite the skill at detecting these sort of things. I mean, I notice the way you two look at each other sometimes." Dave blushed and ducked his head. "Not to mention I was witness to a kiss last week in the parking lot."

Dave's eyes shot up. He remembered that day. It was a quick, happy moment he shared with the blonde. One he had thought they'd shared alone.

The two made their way to the parking lot after a particularity long practice. Both boys were tired but utterly happy. They had won the past couple games and Dave even aced a quiz in Calculus(which wasn't much but he rarely aced anything so he was feeling rather good at the moment).

They had reached Dave's truck when Sam spoke up. "So, you coming by later?"

Dave leaned back against his truck. "Yeah. Gonna get some homework done first. What were you thinking about doing?"

Sam shrugged, one thumb hooked in his jean pocket while the other hand ran through his hair. "Video games, movie maybe." the blonde chuckled as his hand dropped to his side. "We could watch Star Wars."

Dave stood up straighter, eyes wide. "No! Never again. Not unless I tape that mouth of yours shut!" He was pointing at Sam's lips and found himself staring at them. Until Sam punched him in the arm.

"Come on man! I'm not that bad!" A small pout formed and Dave found his eyes drawn back to his lips. 'Not bad at all,' he thought.

Pulling himself back to the conversation, Dave rolled his eyes. "Right. 'Cause I really enjoy hearing you recite all the lines in the movie before they come up. Loads of fun."

"Whatever," Sam grumbled.

Dave smiled softly at the boy. "Right, well I have to get home for dinner. See ya later."

"Yeah, see you."

Before either of them knew what had happened, Sam had leaned in and pecked Dave on the lips. It was a quick, farewell kiss but both were slightly surprised. Sam grinned and gave another shrug before turning to leave. Dave watched him leave, a smile on his own lips.

It wasn't as if they hadn't kissed before -far from it- even a sweet kiss like this, but the fact that they were outside made a difference. Dave felt a little giddy, he wasn't exactly sure why but he did. He had shared a kiss with his boyfriend in public. Even if they were all alone.

Or so he thought...

Dave scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "You-You saw that?"

Kurt grinned. "Yep! And may I say. It was very sweet."

Dave felt himself go redder. "But why were you even there?"

"Oh," Kurt waved his hand about. "I was waiting for Finn. He was my ride since I wanted to spend some time after school to practice my solo."

Dave nodded slightly, still slightly stunned that they had been caught and he hadn't noticed. He was eternally grateful it was Kurt.

"Soooo...?" Kurt urged. "What is it!"

"Oh right!" Dave quickly switched his thoughts around. "Well, we-we kind of had a fight..."

Kurt just sat there watching him, clearly waiting to be informed further.

"Uh-And I was hoping you could help me out. I know I was horrid to you and I really don't deserve your help or your time or anything but I really need your help. I know one apology doesn't make up for the shit I put you through but I'm going to try and do that whole karma thing or whatever. You know, where you do something good to somehow counter the bad thing and make up for the stupid crap that I did. A-and I really just hope you would think about it, Kurt, 'cause I really am sorry and I know it's stupid that I'm saying this now that I need you for something. I've wanted to tell you for a while now but I was a coward and this just sort of pushed me to do this..." Dave took a deep breath as his rambling mess of words came to an end. He found that he was looking at his shoes and looked back up at Kurt. He was met with quite stunned eyes. He ducked his head back down, wringing his hands nervously.

"Dave, I-" Kurt began, causing Dave to raise his head again. "I know you're sorry and I don't feel threatened by you anymore so it's fine. True, your previous actions cannot simply be forgotten but I do forgive you and I know you've changed-"

"But that doesn't make up for shit!" Dave exclaimed, his anger and guilt rising. "Damn it, Kurt! I-"

"Oh shut it, Karofsky. You don't have to "make up" for anything. You're on the right path now and that's good enough for me." Dave could hear the stern sincerity in Kurt's voice and felt his throat constrict slightly. He noticed that his eyes had started to water from his anger, guilt, and the understanding boy now standing in front of him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "But I certainly wouldn't object if you felt the need to fan me and feed me grapes as I lounge in a throne of extravagance."

Dave let out a strangled laugh and cleared his throat as the diva grinned at him.

"Now, if you want me to help you fix your relationship, I think I should now what said fight was about."

Nodding, Dave began, "Right. Well..."

Sam rested against the headboard of his bed, homework in his lap as Dave sat at his desk flipping through a comic book. The blonde had sent his brother out to watch T.V. so they had the room to themselves. Dave had arrived about twenty minutes or so ago and Sam had said he needed to finish up some work. He had never minded just sitting in the presence of the boy, it was relaxing and he liked being around him no matter what they were doing. Plus, he knew Sam helped around the house and with his siblings so he could give up a bit of time for the considerate boy.

The radio played softly in the background and Dave absentmindedly started singing along.

"You know, you have a nice voice," Sam said, looking up from his homework to his boyfriend. "You should join the glee club. It'd be awesome!"

Dave just laughed a bit, eyes never leaving his comic book. Feeling Sam's eyes on him, he glanced over and realized he wasn't joking.

"Are you serious?" he asked, looking at the boy like he were insane.

"Yeah! Why not? It's cool and we don't just do show tunes or whatever, we do a lot of great songs. Seriously, I think you'd really like it."

Dave felt something inside him twisting and heating until there was a snap. "You've got to be kidding me!" He stood up, slamming the comic on the desktop. "You want me to join some pussy-ass club? Prancing around and being all queer and shit!" Anger flashed through Sam's eyes. "No! Fuck! You just want me to come out and follow you around like some little puppy!" He had no words to explain the frustration he felt. His own reaction startled himself; he knew the words leaving his lips were raw, angry thoughts that had been fermenting in his mind. They were not filtered and were fueled by fear and confusion. "Aaaaarrrghh!" he all but screamed.

His fists were clenched and he wanted to punch something. He really wanted to punch something. There was nothing about him to strike, and there was no way he'd ever be the cause of another bruise on the blonde, so he brought his fist down against his own thigh. He growled again and tugged at his hair. "Fuck! No. No, fuck you! I-Ahhhh!" His lack of words just added to his mounting frustration.

He wanted to speak to Sam and let him know what was going on in his head, but he couldn't... He wanted to scream, to hit something, to... to cry.

No.

No, he couldn't cry. He wouldn't.

But he felt the sting of his traitorous emotions.

"Damn it!" he yelled hands still in his hair. Looking back to the blonde boy he adored, he felt his heart lurch. Sam was sitting up straight, body tense, fury rolling off him in waves and his eyes- his eyes were a swirl of anger and hurt. He weakly dropped his hands to his sides. "I'm sorry," he whimpered before turning to the door and throwing it open with a final curse falling from his lips.

Dave looked up at Kurt who was watching him with sympathy but also in an 'I am judging you' sort of way.

"I know! I know! I completely lost it and was being an ass. Again..." He sighed. "I went to the gym after I left his house. Working out always helps me think. And I-I realized why I went off the deep end. I had already been thinking about coming out or maybe joining glee. Like when I sing along to a song or Sam mentions something about it. And I would have random urges to grab Sam's hand in public, and have this underlying want to be with him in public-like properly, all couple-y like. But they were still sort of buried in my head and were more just fleeting thoughts that I kept pushing away, you know? And so when he brought up me joining glee I just- it was like having all of this shit that I've been pushing away and not wanting to think about, suddenly shoved in my face and-and I just couldn't handle it!" Dave rested his elbows on the piano and dropped his head into his hands.

"I can understand that," he heard Kurt say softly next to him.

"I feel like such an idiot, Kurt. I just blew up at him for nothing!" He dropped his hand to the piano and stared blankly ahead. "He didn't do anything wrong! And he's always put up with my shit and believed in me. I know he'd never push me to come out-that's not even a problem! He did nothing and I attacked him for what was going on in my own head-not his, mine! He's so mad, and has every right to be. And his eyes! Oh god his eyes..." He felt himself losing control and reigned himself back in. Clearing his throat and standing up straight, he looked back to Kurt. "So I need your help. I can't lose him, Kurt."

Kurt looked a bit stunned but quickly shook himself into advice mode. "Well, obviously, you should apologize and tell him everything you just told me. He'll understand." He rested a comforting hand on the large boy's shoulder.

Dave offered and kind smile. "I plan on it, I just need to get him to talk to me first... I know what I'm going to do but I need your help with it." He paused a moment to sort of prepare himself. "I want to join glee club."

A/N: So... was Dave's reaction too over-the-top?

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