A/N: I had most of this written for a while but couldn't finish it for some reason. Anyway, here's the next chapter...
Ode
The glee club had already started it's meeting but Dave couldn't move, terrified of what he was about to do. He was only a couple minutes late; he had planned it that way, not wanting to be there when everyone walked in and have them question him and glare at him relentlessly.
Peeking through the window, he saw Mr. Schuester addressing the club. His eyes wandered about the room falling on the faces of people he'd covered in slushies, faces of people who thought the worst of him. Then he saw a friendly face and he calmed slightly, until his eyes shifted again and landed on the face that caused his breathing the halt.
That face, that was why he was here. 'Fuck, he's gorgeous!' he thought. Saying he had missed the blonde wouldn't cover it. All these cheesy thoughts popped into his head, like 'A part of him was missing' or 'He felt lost' or something just as gag-worthy. Though Dave would never admit it, he was quite the softy and actually found himself liking that someone had this effect on him. You know, aside from the horrible feeling of it all...
Taking a deep breath as he gazed at Sam, he quickly opened the door before he could stop himself. All heads turned to him.
"Ah! Just as I was saying; we have someone auditioning today!" Mr. Schuester said enthusiastically as he walked over to Dave and ushered him in.
Dave sheepishly moved to stand in front of the piano, trying to avoid eye contact as he did so. He heard whispers; some angry, some surprised.
"Right, now David, what song-"
"Why should we let him audition? I mean, why does he even want to join glee club?" Finn angrily interrupted Mr. Schue.
"Finn," Mr. Schue started in a warning tone. "Anyone is free to audition. Glee club is about acceptance."
"I still don't see why he wants to," Finn grumbled loudly.
Sighing, Dave spoke up, finally making eye contact with Finn, "Look, I know I acted like a-" he faltered looking over at the teacher present and tried to find a "school appropriate" word. "Uhhh... idiot... I know I was horrible to you guys and I don't expect you guys to like me or anything but I do apologize for what I did. Again." His eyes flickered to Santana a moment before looking around at the rest of the club. "I'm here because I'm really sorry. One of the main reasons I acted the way I did is because... I was angry and confused and... I'm gay." Dave watched as surprise sprung up on the faces of many in the room. He continued strongly, "And when I finally accepted that about myself, the anger and confusion just... it sort of lessened. I'm telling you not as any sort of excuse for my... behavior but just-I'm coming out to you... And I'm going to be out and I'm going to do my best to be proud. I can't see myself being proud without apologizing to the people I've hurt so... here I am. I don't know how to make you believe me but I can deal with that. I can." He let his eyes turn to the boy he'd been avoiding. "What I can't deal with is knowing that I still let my stupidity hurt people and push them away." Sam raised his eyes to Dave's and Dave tried to tell him everything in that connection. "I need to work on that."
Sam's eyes were still cold but he could see that they were starting to melt. Dave had no idea how expressive his own eyes were, he just hoped they could speak well enough to let Sam know he was sincere.
"Oh bravo, Dave!" a shout pulled him from the cocoon that seemed to have formed about the two of them. He looked over to see a clapping Kurt beaming at him. He let out a laugh.
Confused stares circled the room at the exchange.
"You two meeting up in the locker room after class, eh?" Puck asked with a grin.
Kurt and Dave both sent him a glare.
"Shut it, Puckerman. We're just friends," he said with a slight growl. He wasn't upset by the idea of being with Kurt but rather the fact that no one knew he was with Sam.
"Well how am I suppose to know. He's gay. You're gay..." Puck trailed off with a shrug.
Dave just rolled his eyes.
"When was this friendship established?" Rachel was the next to pose a question.
"A few days ago. He apologized and asked me for help and even sang me a song." Dave blushed slightly at that, ducking his head. He noticed Sam's brow lift in surprise.
"Seriously man! And you're telling me there's nothin' going on?" Puck exclaimed with a 'what the fuck' look.
"Dude! He has a boyfriend and I-" he paused, glancing at Sam before looking back to Puck. "I have one too." A couple gasps sounded and more surprised looks. "At least I hope I do," Dave added softly to himself.
"Alright guys, enough questions. Let's move on and let Dave sing his song," the curly-haird teacher jumped in and Dave gave him a look of gratitude. "So what do you have for us?"
"It's uh-Well it's the lyrics from 'Sing an Ode to Love' by Demis Roussos but the music didn't really fit me... so Kurt helped me find something better suited for me. Linkin Park, 'Shadow of the Day'." Dave fished the CD out of his Letterman's pocket and handed to Mr. Schue.
As Mr. Schue set up the CD, Dave nervously looked about the room not really taking in the faces. They were all a blur. All but one that he kept landing back on. He was almost about to speak to the boy, but then the music started and he readied himself to sing to him instead.
"See the children playing
Hear the sounds of virgin minds
Come hear what they're saying
There's so much to find"
Dave's voice was soft but steady.
"Count how many pages
Hoped and dreamed with clovers found
Reaped in different phrases
One wish going round
Friend come sit beside me
Fear me not, for I am you
Friend come walk beside me
There's so much to do"
His voice gained a bit of strength as he watched Sam intently. Sam's eyes were still shielded but they were softer.
"Sing the song so clearly
Make the words rise up above
Mean each line sincerely
Sing an ode to love"
On 'love', he wavered slightly. The jock started moving forward, eyes never having left the blonde's. He felt the burn of emotion in his eyes and throat as he began the next verse.
"Make your heart a shelter
For someone who's lost his way
Make the sun shine brighter
With each word you say"
Dave stood directly in front of Sam now, struggling to keep his features from contorting to match the writhing in his chest. He knelt before his boy. His man. ...His love.
"Sing the song so clearly
Make the words rise up above
Mean each line sincerely
Sing an ode to love
Sing an ode to love
Love"
Dave finished and reached out for Sam's hand as the music continued to slowly fade out. Everyone else had disappeared as he gripped the blonde's hand firmly.
"Sam, I-I'm sorry. I was stupid and I know that. I just blew up at you because I was frustrated with myself and I hope you'll give me a chance to properly explain." He peered down at their joined hands for a moment, toying with Sam's fingers. When he looked back up, he was hit with the full force of Sam's eyes. They were alive again. "I-I love you, Sam," he choked out in utter honesty.
Sam's eyes went wide and Dave felt a blush creep up his neck. Before he could think of anything else to say, Sam grabbed his face and pulled him into a searing kiss. His heart thudded in his chest and his mind was lost for a moment before coming back enough to pull the boy even closer to him. He felt as if he were bursting or flying or some other implausible thing.
A cough pulled Sam from him as the boy looked about to the rest of the glee club through an earsplitting, yet sheepish, grin. Dave's eyes lingered on Sam who still had one hand on is face. Though he was still on his knees, he felt incredibly comfortable with his arms resting about the boy's beaming boy's waist. He got lost in memorizing the lines of Sam's face and stroking his back.
Sam turned back to him with a questioning, and slightly amused look, his hand slipping from his face to his shoulder. "Dave?"
"Hmm?" Dave hummed.
"Rachel was complimenting you," Sam chuckled.
"Oh, uhh..." Dave blinked as he struggled to bring his mind back tot he room full of people. He turned to look at Rachel. "Sorry, what?"
Rachel looked slightly offended but at the same time oddly... affectionate? "I was just saying that, though you lack the vocal range or command that I myself posses, you are rather talented and could improve your skills with some training. You could learn a great deal from the boys in glee club most are more practiced in their singing," she said quite quickly, ending with a wide smile.
"Err thanks... Rachel," he wasn't exactly sure how he should respond to the girl. He felt Sam give his shoulder a squeeze and knew that it must have been enough.
"So, Dave, what do you say? You ready to be a part of glee club?" Mr. Schue asked enthusiastically.
Dave looked back to Sam and smiled. "Yeah. I think I am."
A/N: Sorry for any mistakes, I didn't edit it... 'cuz I'm lazy. Only one chapter left.
Next Chapter: Crystallization