Chapter Four

I sit slumped in the chair dejectedly, a few seats down from a surly David in the principal's office as Sue Sylvester, Paul Karfosky and Dad discuss the bullying and decide our fate. If I'm asked something I try to down play the bullying, earning a few surprised looks from my Dad and David. I am at a complete loss as to what to do next. I know how this meeting will end. David will be expelled for three days and then come back and I will be shipped off to Dalton academy the very day he comes back. How can I save Dave if I'm cooling my heels in Dalton? I have to think of something to stop this from happening.

This time I watch Paul Karofsky's interaction with his son closely. It's obvious that he loves his son but is all too aware that there is something bothering Dave. I appreciate Paul's patience and courteousness much more this time around and wish David could place more faith in his Dad. I bet Paul will have no problem accepting David's gayness if he would only open up and trust him, just like I did with my Dad.

I look at my Dad as he goes on a rant about how I should be protected and that something must be done to make the school a safe place for me. I feel a wave of affection for my Dad and feel happy that I have so much support. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. No wonder I have not changed the future so far. I've been going it alone without my Dad's help. Here I am criticizing David for not trusting his Dad and I'm doing the very same thing. I should have told my Dad about Dave from the very beginning. A bold plan starts to form in my head…

Now the adults are discussing David's imminent expulsion so I interject with my own idea. "I don't think David should be expelled."

All the heads in the room swivel over to stare at me incredulously. I continue, "It will only hurt David's future if he gets expelled and besides it's not like going to stick. He could be back at school in as little as three days if Mr. Karofsky decides to go to the school board and fight it. It's not like anybody witnessed the threat so it's just my word against David's."

Mr. Karofsky looks at me surprised and says, "I know how this affects you Kurt. But you're right I will fight it. David could have a very bright future if he gets back to concentrating on his studies. Expulsion will hurt his chances at getting in a good university."

"Then he should stop bullying my son!" My Dad answers angrily.

"I think I have thought of a way that both of us can stay in McKinley and be safe." I say carefully.

"What's your idea Porcelain?" Sue asks moving forward across her desk looking interested.

"I think David and I should spend more time together not less. We shouldn't be separated, but thrown together," I add quickly, "under supervision of course! Perhaps we could do homework together two or three times a week?" I look around at the puzzled faces and try to explain. "David needs to see that being gay – I mean me being gay isn't a bad or unusual thing. You know that old saying, 'You can't really understand another person's experience until you've walked a mile in their shoes.' "Well David should walk a mile in my shoes to see what it's like.

"I don't walk in pumps!" David snarks out.

"David, please!" Paul Karofsky immediately exclaims with disappointment, clearly embarrassed by his son.

"It's okay Mr. Karofsky. That was actually pretty funny." I say genuinely amused.

"Well Kurt, I think you might be on to something there." Says Mr. Karofsky eager for any idea other than the one they had been discussing. "Would you do your homework here at school together or at one of our homes?"

"I do not like this idea at all. It's too risky." Dad interjects loudly.

"I don't like it either! It's just stupid!" Dave adds.

"If you don't like it David then it sounds like just the right punishment for you." Mr. Karofsky points out.

"It sounds to me like David will be getting off far too lightly for bullying my son!" I can see my Dad is getting close to losing it. I have to quickly defuse him for this to work.

"Dad, can I talk to you for a moment, out in the hall?" I stand up and motion him to come with me. I then ask for everyone's patience for a moment while I speak with my Dad.

"What's got into you?" My Dad asks in a furious whisper before the door's hardly closed.

"Dad it's really quite simple. If I can make friends with David, then he'll stop bullying me."

"Why would you want to be friends with him?!" Dad then looks at me suspiciously. "You don't have a crush on him do you? Like you did with Finn? Why else would you want to be together with him several evenings a week?"

I roll my eyes. "Dad, it's most likely the other way around. I think Dave has a crush on me. That's why he's been bullying me. He's gay."

"You're telling me that big jock in there is gay."

"As blazes! A little while ago I confronted him in the locker room about his bullying. In the midst of our discussion he grabbed me and kissed me. Not once, but twice. That's the real reason he threatened to kill me. He's terrified that I will tell someone about the kiss and out him."

"This gives me even more reason not to trust that kid! And you want to spend more time with him? Do you feel something for him?"

I hesitate with this, not wanting to admit it to my Dad, but since I'm actually telling him the truth I might as well tell all of it. "I won't lie Dad. There is a spark between us. And if I'm honest I wouldn't be against going out with him sometime in the future. But that's WAY in the future, if ever. He is too much of a closet case right now. He can't even admit it to himself that he is gay. Dad, the real reason I want to help him is that I am worried that he will commit suicide one day. We hear on the news almost every day about some LGBT teen killing themselves. I don't – I can't let that happen to David. He needs a friend, he needs support."

"Kurt, you're only seventeen. Not everyone or everything is your responsibility. You might not be able to save him."

"Dad, everyone is my responsibility. You taught me that. But you're right, I can't save him by myself. That's where I've been going wrong; I've been trying to do this on my own. I need your help dad; your wise council and your unfailing support. We can help him together by creating a safe place where he can talk freely and ask questions out from under the influence of his jock friends.

"All this time I've tried to talk to him at school and it's impossible because we never know who might be listening in on our conversations. In the halls here at school, Dave can run away or throw me into lockers but he can't do that in a supervised environment. Please Dad, we'll make such a great team. Let's just try it and see if it will work. I know that once David gets to know you, he will trust you just like I do and maybe when he sees the strength in our relationship he might just open up to his father."

"You've always known how to butter me up to get your own way."

I give him a big smile. "Is it working? Can I try and befriend Dave?"

Dad smiled back, "Sure, why not! We'll get Dave walking in those pumps yet!"

I go to school the next week and happily sort through my books at my locker for my classes. Everything is going well for once. The wedding and celebration went off without a hitch. I think it ran more smoothly than the last time, but I won't say it was better because the whole ceremony is about celebrating Carol's and Dad's love and our joining as a family. It doesn't get better than that no matter how much you plan. Finn and I sang our duet with the Glee crowd backing us up and Finn still managed to dance with me while we sang. It was fun and sweet and I had a great time.

I look at my watch; around this time (the first time I went through this) Sue would have called me in her office to inform me that the school board would only issue a verbal warning and would not be expelling David. This time I'm not going to Dalton but staying here at McKinley, and David is coming over to my place to do homework with me. The only thing I do regret is that Carol and Dad are still not going on their honeymoon. They sticking around to support me and supervise our study times.

Last week when my Dad and I finally went back into the meeting with Sue, Mr. Karofsky and David, things moved quickly. My Dad agreed to the plan of David and I doing homework three nights a week for a short period to see if it works out, but only if we were supervised at our house and Mr. Karofsky was fine with that. Sue, Mr. Karofsky, and my Dad agreed on a six week period for David and me to resolve our differences. We would meet at my house and do homework from six pm until 8pm Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. If we can't work out something by then, we would all meet again to decide what to do next. If Dave continued any sort of violence, name calling or intimidation within those six weeks, it would mean immediate suspension. Mr. Karofsky was very happy about the whole arrangement and eagerly agreed to it, Sue was not sure but was willing to give it a shot and David just scowled through the whole discussion and groused "yeah like I gotta say in this," when asked how he felt about it. His Dad and Sue took that response as an agreement and plan was given the go ahead.

I am suddenly shaken out of my happy reverie of the meeting when I find myself pushed against my locker again, not as hard as usual but it still stuns me. A hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around. Dave is crowding me again and scowling at me. I frantically look around to see if anybody is watching and I notice Azimio across the hall obviously on lookout for any teachers.

"Okay Hummel, what the hell do you think you're doing?" David demands in a harsh whisper. My eyes jerk back to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hiss back, "The very first day of our deal and you're pushing me in the lockers again? What about all that stuff you agreed to? No violence, no name calling and no intimidation! Do you want to be expelled?"

"Why do you want me at your house three days a week? Are you so desperate for a boyfriend that you want to try and convert me?"

"Convert you? You came out of the womb this way baby!" I can't help but respond cheekily but quietly, I don't want Azimio to overhear. I get rewarded by a big loud crash near my ear as David bangs the locker beside me with his fist.

"I'm not gay!" Dave whispers angrily.

"Okay maybe you're not," yeah, and I'm not interested in a Hugo Boss 90% off sale - I think to myself. "But face facts," I continue quietly, "you are least a little insecure about your orientation, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry and afraid all the time. I just want to make a safe place where you can be yourself and ask any kind of question you want without fear of someone overhearing or making judgments."

"What about your Dad?"

"He knows about you and what happened in the locker room." I say carefully.

"You told him!?" David goes white and starts to panic.

"I had to tell him. That's why we went into the hallway during the meeting. He wouldn't have agreed to this any other way. David, he has agreed to support you any way he can. He won't tell anyone. You can trust him and he won't let you down. He's been an amazing father and continually gives me great advice."

"Did you tell Finn?"

"Of course not! You're safe David. With your Dad and Sue agreeing to this punishment, you have an excuse now not to pick on me. We can get to know each other gradually, and maybe become friends. You can talk to me or my dad, about things that are bothering you without you having to worry about your friends giving you grief. After the six weeks you can tell them that you don't want to pick on me because you never want to face that kind of punishment again, or some such excuse, I don't care. Honestly, I just want the hostility to end between us."

Dave had calmed down considerably. His scowl disappeared and he actually looked vulnerable and kind of hopeful. He even smiled slightly and said, "I can be myself? I guess I can give it a go."

Finally I got a glimpse of the real Dave, the one I had the pleasure to meet a few times before he died. I was elated! We were finally connecting and it made the past weeks reliving the bullying all worthwhile. I wanted to smile and hug Dave and tell him how pleased I was, but I forced myself to keep a fearful look on my face. My eyes slid over Dave's shoulder to Azimio who was staring back intensely, he was getting suspicious. I glanced back at Dave and he nodded slightly understanding.

I got pushed back into the lockers again this time rather gently. I heard a loud bang as I hit the locker; David must have banged the locker with his foot or hand to make the push seem a lot harder than it was. He gripped my shoulders, leaned in toward me and the closeness of him sent a wave of heat through me that went straight down to my groin. Luckily I had a rather long jacket on or I'd have some explaining to do. I flushed red thinking he was going to - wanting him to kiss me again.

"Alight Hummel." Dave growled loudly enough for Azimio to hear. "We'll do things your way. But if you so much as look at me funny, you'll be drinking through a straw." Not very original I think, but passable for Azimio it seems, because he nods in agreement. "Is that clear?"

"Chrystal." I answer demurely.

The two jocks saunter off and I go back to my locker smiling and continue my day. So far so good.

A little while later my phone vibrates. I have a text message from Dave. I didn't even know he had my number.

Dave: So see you at 6?

Me: Sure thing. Looking forward to it, Dave:)

That evening Dave, Finn and I sit around the kitchen table doing our homework. At first I was angry when my Dad insists that Finn should be there as some kind of chaperone.

"Kurt I wasn't kidding when I told you I wanted your meetings supervised, at least for the first little while to see how David behaves." My dad said when I argued with him earlier.

"I thought you would be doing the supervising. I can't talk to David with Finn around. He won't want to open up about being gay if there's an audience. I've only got six weeks to help him!"

"Kurt I know you. You'll try pushing him to admit he's gay on the first night then bludgeon him over the head with your efforts to help him cope with it. You'll only scare him more."

"I'm not – " I start to protest then stop, realising that that was exactly what I was planning on doing.

Dad continued, "Kurt, he's not going to open up to you period, until he trusts you and relaxes around you. You two should become friends first before you start talking about his sexuality. He knows Finn, they've played football together so Dave should feel pretty comfortable with him. He certainly won't feel safe if I'm hanging around, but I will feel better knowing that Finn will protect you if Karofsky tries anything."

Now that we are actually together doing homework, I can see that my Dad is right. When Dave arrived it was obvious that he was as nervous as hell. When we sat down in the kitchen together; he was very quiet and pensive. He half sat in his chair as if he would leap out of it and run for the hills at any second. When Finn started asking us questions to help him with his homework, I rolled my eyes and was abrupt with him like I normally am when we do homework together. Dave though, was really patient and discussed the questions with him so that Finn came up with the answers himself. I admit I was quite impressed with his intelligence and gentleness around Finn. He didn't talk down to him no matter how stupid I thought some of Finn's questions were.

Gradually the homework gets done and they start into an easy conversation about school, teachers and football. I actually sit back for a change and just listen and watch David interact with Finn instead of adding my own take on things. It's a great way to study Dave and get to know him. It's funny, when I think of it, he's been constantly on my mind for months - mourning his death, feeling guilty I didn't help him, going back in time to save him - yet I know virtually nothing about him. One thing that surprises me is how he funny he is and what great stories he has to tell. He has both of us giggling and snorting about some of the antics he and Az have got up to.

Finn asks David if he wants to watch "the game" and of course Dave's face just lights up. I have learned from bitter experience that you should never declare your ignorance by asking what sport or teams they are referring to, because you'll be stared at incredulously and dismissed as an idiot. Apparently, knowing what game it is without having to ask is something that guys are supposed to know instinctively. I have to smile when both boys turn to me looking for permission to leave the table and watch TV.

"Go ahead!" I say and then smirk as Finn's head whips around and gives me a 'are you coming too?' look when I follow them into the living room. Luckily he doesn't actually say anything to embarrass me in front of David as we sit down on the couch. The game starts and as usual, I have no idea what's going on. I start to ask questions that I have probably asked a dozen times before when watching games with Dad and Finn (the answers just go in one ear and out the other) but this time with Dave explaining plays and strategies I start to finally understand.

"Dave is just like wiki. You can ask him anything about rules, statistics and players in football and hockey and he knows it." Finn says patting Dave on the back. Dave just flushes a cute deep red. When Dave finally leaves I am pleased as anything about how the evening turned out. I can't wait until Wednesday when he'll be back.

At school the next day, David doesn't shove me into lockers anymore as per the agreement but he doesn't acknowledge me in the halls either, especially when he's with his friends. I admit to myself that it kind of hurts a bit.

When we meet again on Wednesday it pretty much goes the same way. Finn, Dave and I sit in the kitchen doing homework - only this time, my Dad pops in and out occasionally letting his presence be known. He's really careful with David, talking gently and moving slowly like he's coaxing a small woodland creature out into the open with food. Carol takes a completely different approach; she has already forgiven Dave and has decided he's a nice boy. I suspect Dad has told her about Dave's situation and she is definitely ready to support him. She hugged him as soon as he arrived and has plied all of us with cookies and milk. I think Dave is bowled over with all of the attention and blushes at the drop of a hat. It's all terribly endearing and I wish again that we can be alone. I force myself to slow down and work at his pace. I have to constantly remind myself that he has to be the one to open the conversation about being gay. Soon our homework is done and Dad suggests we play a game of scrabble. Finn immediately bows out because he knows he'll get creamed. Dad is pretty good, but usually it's Carol and I who square off with each other. Tonight, though it's obvious that Dave is the one to beat because he is one amazing player. I have no luck against him since I can pull nothing but vowels but I'm already planning my revenge and I tell him so.

"Bring it on Hummel!" he chuckles.

"Alright you and me right now!" I say as I place all the pieces in the bag and shake them up.

"Not tonight you two. Dave has to go home. It's already nine o'clock and hour past Dave's time and it is a school night."

"Aww Dad!" I whine.

"Your Dad's right, I'd better go." Dave says standing up.

"Coward! You know I'll win!"

"We've got six weeks. There are plenty of chances for you to beat me."

I look coy and reply, "aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?" David gasps and turns maroon.

"I'd better go." He says practically running out of the room.

"Kurt! Would you quit scaring the life out of that poor boy?" My dad says glaring at me.

"It didn't sound that rude in my head!" I respond, meaning it.

I didn't see David at all at school the next day. I'm sure he's avoiding me, but he still shows up that night at six to do homework. Finn had begged off earlier to hang out with Puck, and it was my dad's late night at the garage. Carol was in the house but left us to ourselves . We sit in the kitchen as usual but since Finn is not around, the conversation is stiff or not happening at all. After a while, I notice every few minutes Dave keeps checking the clock on the wall.

"Look David, if you really can't stand to be in the same room as me, you might as well go home." I state irritably.

"It's not that," Dave says not looking at me.

"What is it then?"
"Knowing you, you'll think it's stupid."

"Try me."

Dave looks at me and smirks a bit. A brief 'I'd love to try you' look flashes across his face but he doesn't say it. Did I really see it? Whatever it is, it gives me goose bumps. He shrugs and gives me a self-conscious smile. "I like watching movies on the sci fi channel on Thursday nights. It's my guilty pleasure."

I wasn't expecting that answer. "What kind of movies?" I ask thinking the worst like two six-armed gay green Martians humping.

"They're bad movies. I mean really bad. Like Plan Nine from Outer Space bad. So bad they're hilarious."

"You can't PVR them?"

"It's not the same. If I don't watch them Thursday nights and just tape them, I find it hard to fit them in during the week and I usually end up not watching them at all. It's just this thing I've started doing and I enjoy it. I even watch the commercials; they're even dumber than the movies sometimes." Dave has the good grace to look embarrassed.

"What time does the movie start?" I ask.

"It starts at 8:00. I was working up the courage to ask you if I could leave early to watch it."

"I'd like to see them myself. Why don't you stay and watch the movie with me. I could make popcorn." I suggest.

"Really? You want to watch it with me?" He actually looks pleased.

"Sure, I'll have to ask Carol though, and if you stay, you had better phone your parents."

Carol is okay about Dave staying and he phones his parents while I tidy up the kitchen of our books.

After making a big bowl of popcorn, we end up on the coach in front of the TV. It turned out to be a great night. The movie was a low budget, end of the world in 2012 movie. The actors were wonderfully dreadful the lines were ridiculous and the special effects were hilariously shoddy. Dave and I yelled at the TV whenever something incredulous happened, we repeat the actor's lines that we thought were unintentionally funny and scoffed at obvious editing errors. We had just as much fun ridiculing the commercials. I hadn't laughed so much in a long time and Dave was clearly enjoying himself. When the movie was finally over Dave seemed reluctant to go home.

He stood at our door slowly gathering his stuff and taking his time and I could tell he was loath to leave.

"I really enjoyed this evening Kurt. Thanks for watching the movie with me. It's so much more fun to see it with someone else."

"Hasn't Az watched these Thursday night movies with you?" I ask surprised.

"Nah! He doesn't let anything take him away from precious gaming time."

"Well maybe we can make it a regular thing. Every Thursday after homework we watch one of your movies." I suggest.

"That would be great Kurt! I'd love that." Dave responds

"Well goodnight Dave, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, Goodnight."

I watch him as he ambles down the walk and climbs into his car. He looks around one last time and gives me a wave before finally moving off.

The next day I am still smiling at the silly stuff we said about the movie and thinking what a change there was in David's attitude towards me in one short week. It therefore comes as a shock to me when I am shoved into the lockers from behind. It was a mild shove more of a sideswipe and didn't hurt at all but the surprise of it shocks me and I glance up to see who the culprit is.

Dave smiles down at me mischievously and says, "Hey Hummel for a little guy you take up a lot of room in the halls." He pretends to try to get past me and nudges me in the ribs,"Move your skinny little ass over, I'm trying to get by."

I just glare at him and use the line from the movie we saw the previous night that the long suffering wife shouted at her stupid husband every time he got them in trouble, "Really Bill!?"

He just laughs and carries on walking.

Dave and I settled into a rhythm during the next four weeks. He'd come over Monday's and Wednesday's to do homework together at the kitchen table. Sometimes Finn would join us and sometimes not, either way conversation between us was easy going and casual. We would and we'd all watch a game if it was on and I found myself learning a lot about football. Most Wednesdays we would play a game of scrabble if we finished early and I managed to win as many games as I lost. On Thursday nights Dave and I would watch whatever bad low budget movie the Sci Fi channel presented us with. My dad's supervision of us relaxed as he began to trust Dave. They got along very well and Dave was treated much like a family member. He started arriving earlier to join us for dinner and often stayed well past 8:00pm.

At school Dave still ignored me if we met by chance in the halls when he was with his jock friends, but I didn't mind because at least once a day, he'd try and catch me on my own. He would sneak up behind me and press me into lockers, grumbling about how much room I took up or how small the halls were. "Jeez get a move on, Hummel I'm late for class," he'd say as he elbowed his way past me.

I gave back as good as I got. If I saw him first I would elbow past him and push him into the lockers in the same way. "Hells bells karofsky! Quit taking up the whole hallway! Move your Neanderthal ass!" I found out to my delight that he was very ticklish on his sides. If you poked him in the right spot from behind, he'd jump a mile. "Did you just squeal? What are you, a little six year old girl?" I crowed when I first discovered this weakness.

"Fuck you Hummel, I might have squealed but I did in a very manly way!"

Other times he'd pull my turtleneck on my sweater up over my head or tip my hat down over my eyes. Whenever he did that, I'd pretend I was blind and say something stupid like, "Hey who turned out the lights?" as I repeatedly walk and bump into him. The two of us usually ended up giggling like two little kids. It was like he used his bullying tactics and applied them in a different fun way, making them gentle, playful and almost flirty. Before, I used to fear his attacks from behind but now he always left me smiling or laughing at his antics. I really liked the horseplay we did and appreciated that he treated me like a regular guy. Many times over the years at school I saw guys rough housing with each other good naturedly and often wished I could experience that kind of comradery. Now I actually had that kind of friendship with Dave.

The only fly in the ointment was the fact that we still hadn't discussed his sexual preference yet. He would close down if I made any reference to it. I had a week left and time was running out. On the Wednesday of the fifth week I was at my locker getting books and mulling over some strategies to get him talking when I got the shock of my life. I was rammed from behind into the lockers hard enough to make me dizzy. "Jeez! Dave! That hurt!" I shouted and whirled around to face him angrily.
"It was meant to, Hummel." Azimio stated. I looked around quickly and saw that I was hemmed in by burly angry looking football players. Dave was not one of them. This wasn't looking good.

"What do you want?" I blurt out, trying to press myself into the lockers and away from them.

"We just want to have a little chat with you."

"I don't chat with Neanderthals. Why don't you and your knuckle dragging cronies go off and pick nits off each other and leave me alone." I splutter angrily, glaring at each one.

Azimio grabs my jacket and yanks me towards him. "Listen here you little fag I - "

"Hey! What the fuck's going on here!?" I sag with relief as I see Dave come bursting through the group of jocks and head straight for Azimio.

"Just talking to your boyfriend, Karofsky. There's no crime in that." He sounds belligerent but he lets me go.

Dave just ignores the boyfriend jab and asks me worriedly, "Are you okay Kurt?"

When I nod an affirmative he turns to Azimo and says, "You guys have promised me you would leave Hummel alone. I've told you that if there are any reprisals from you guys, I'll be the one that gets expelled. It was part of the deal my Dad agreed to."

It wasn't part of the deal, because it hadn't even occurred to me that Dave's friends might want revenge for Dave being 'punished' by having to do homework with me three nights a week. I was glad Dave was on the ball and came up with this excuse. I jump in quickly, "That's right Karofsky, tell your goons to back off or I'll complain to Sylvester and she'll get rid of your sorry ass."

"See? What did I tell you guys? Leave him alone or I'll get in shit!" Dave says looking frantically at his friends.

"Like hell you will." Azimio says.

"What do you mean?" Dave asks.

"You treat me like some kind of fool! You didn't come roaring over here because you're afraid you'll be expelled. You came over here because you're afraid we'll hurt your little fairy princess friend!"

Dave raised his hands, "Okay I admit it. Kurt and I are becoming friends. He's helped me pull up my grade average and he's funny. I don't see what the big deal is."

"You're encouraging a fag! Sooner or later he's going to try something!" Azimio shouts.

"C'mon Az, he's not going to try anything. You're worried over nothing."

"Oh yeah? I saw you two this morning. I saw how flirty he was with you; stickin' his ass in your pelvis and eating that candy bar like he was sucking cock. You were laughing and you slapped his ass! You're getting too comfortable with him Dave. Before you would have kicked his ass rather than slapped it."

Dave sighs and rakes his fingers through his hair. "Did you see the whole thing or just that part?"

"I saw enough to almost make me puke!"

"I mean did you see the cheerleader, ah whatshername?" Dave was visibly racking his brain trying to come up with a name.

"Cheryl!" I quickly supply.

"Yeah Cheryl! I was going to get a snack from the machine and she came up with some change and so I let her go first. She made a big show of looking at all the candy bars on the bottom row of the machine so I could get a good look at her ass. She then bought a bar and bent over again making sure her ass was still pointed in my direction to retrieve it when it came out. Not satisfied, she dropped it, backed up and bent over to pick it up but this time she pushed her ass right into my dick. To make sure I got the message, she faced me, unwrapped her candy bar and ate it suggestively in front of me. She then smiled and waved and slinked off rolling her hips. I didn't take the bait, she's a bit to slutty for me, I'm afraid of catchin' something off her. Once she was gone I started looking through my pockets for change when Kurt quickly cuts in front me and looks for a candy bar. What you saw was him mimicking Cheryl. He was just goofing around to be funny, and I thought he was fucking hysterical. It was just a joke." Dave emphatically explains.

I have to admit I was pretty funny. I saw what happened between Cheryl and Dave from start to finish. I watched Dave as he weathered the whole thing with a sort of bemused look and she looked pretty disappointed when he didn't take up her rather explicit offer. As he moved towards the machine himself, I leapt in front of him almost knocking him aside and bent way over, almost touching my toes looking at the row of candy like I was extremely short-sighted waving my ass in the air. I then started sounding out the names of the candy out loud in a dumb blonde voice as if I was having difficulty reading them. I finally made my choice and put the coins in and bent down again exaggeratedly as the candy fell into the bottom trough of the machine, one hand going the candy and the other caressing my own butt.

After I retrieved it, I backed up into Dave and dropped the candy on the floor then I quickly swooped down to pick it up almost knocking Dave over with my ass. Dave was laughing and giggling at my antics so I did it again and again. I kept backing up, dropping the bar and hitting him in the gut with my ass as I picked it up. He kept giggling and trying to get away from me, but where ever he moved I would go with him, drop the candy and pick it up again trying to hit him with my ass. It must have looked like a bizarre dance. Finally Dave slapped my ass hard and I squealed and whipped around to face him.

He had a big smile and he was still chuckling so I undid the candy bar slowly and went to eat the bar suggestively, only I pretended I couldn`t find my mouth. I opened my mouth wide but the candy bar kept missing, hitting my cheek and my nose. I kept my eyes on Dave and reached out with my tongue pretending to search for the bar which kept moving. I ended up getting chocolate all over my hands and face before finally shoving the whole thing in my mouth and sucking on it hard while looking crossed eyed. I started chewing with my cheeks almost bursting. It was hard keeping that much candy in my mouth and bits of it kept falling out of my mouth. To top it off, I smiled showing my teeth that was still caked with chocolate. David was almost peeing himself laughing by the time I was finished...

"That was no joke. He was coming on to you. What other 'jokes' has he tried on you?" Azimio asks.

"Alright I'll give you a list of things that have happened to me in the last five weeks. My ass has been slapped several times, I have had my junk fondled and squeezed, I've had my nipples pinched and my chest hair pulled." Dave rattles off his whole list and I can feel all the blood drain from my face. It was all lies! I hadn't done any of that stuff! I was about to protest my innocence when Azimio cuts in, "Hummel has done all that shit to you?!"

"No! He hasn't laid a finger on me. It was you Az, and the other jocks that did all of that stuff to me, out on the field and in the locker room."

"God! That is so gay! Where do I sign up?" I joke but the guys crowding around me, just scowl at me.

Az ignores me and continues talking to Dave. "That's completely different! We're all straight. I'm not going around encouraging fags by slapping their ass like you do."

"That's what you think! You have already slapped a gay ass several times and you don't even know it!" I retort, laughing at his ignorance. I immediately wish I could bite my own tongue off when I see Dave's shocked expression. I wasn't even thinking of Dave when I said it, but it was obvious he thought I was referring to him when I spoke of gay ass. I splutter and rush to explain myself. "I mean if you look at the statistics, one or two players on the football team has to be gay. You just don't realise it because they're not out yet. Just think about that when you're hugging and slapping each other after you score a goal." I finish lamely.

I look at Dave hoping I saved the situation, but I can see something hardening behind Dave's eyes. He's disappointed and angry with me for even slightly implying that he might be gay.

"You're right Az," he says glaring at me, "I shouldn't be encouraging him."

"What the hell does that mean?" I squeak.

"I say we call it quits, Hummel. No more going to your place after school. I'm not your friend." Dave states flatly.

"What about our deal? Your Dad -"

"The purpose of this whole thing was to stop me from bullying you. Well fine. I won't bully you anymore and I'll make sure none of the jocks will pick on you either for the rest of the school year. We both say it's been a success and there's no need for us to get together anymore."

"Fine," I say coolly though my emotions are in turmoil. "Our six weeks are almost over anyways. I'll let Sylvester know we're done. You can go back to spending all your time with Azimio, he misses you."

I turn to the big burly dark skinned teen and sneer, "You don't have to be jealous any more, you've got your boyfriend back Azimio." I couldn't help but add that last bit, spitefully referring to what he said about me earlier. I spin on my heel and force my way through the wall of jocks. I had to leave quickly before they see me start to tear up.

Things with me and Dave had been going so well until I go and mess it up with one stupid comment. All my plans to save Dave are now dust.