Just thought I would let you know that each title of the chapters are named for a song that fits the situation. Chap 1 (New Friend Request [by Gym Class Heroes]), and Chap 2 (Change Your Mind [by The Killers]).

Chapter 3

Little Secrets

[by Passion Pit]

Kurt woke up to his phone buzzing next to him. He glanced quickly at his alarm clock which read 10 am. Thank God for summer break, he thought as he picked up his phone. As he clicked open the message, he couldn't help but smile. He was glad no one was there to see it because he was pretty sure that he had the dorkiest look on his face.

"Good morning, handsome. Or do you prefer beautiful?"

"Morning. I don't care. Whichever you want."

"I'll go with beautiful."

"It's surprising just how sweet you can be..."

"Do you not like it? I can stop if you want."

"No, don't stop. Flattery gets you everywhere with me. ;)"

"That's awesome. Are you busy?"

"I just got up honestly...why?"

"Can we move the date up? I really can't wait to see you."

"Up to when?"

"One?"

"I suppose we could."

"Awesome! See you soon. :)"

"Bye."

He jumped up and started rummaging around the room for his clothes. He couldn't decide what to wear-the blue cardigan with skinny jeans or the green and beige plaid outfit he just bought yesterday. He finally decided to go with the skinnies and blue cardigan. Smiling to himself, he jumped in the shower and finished getting ready.

As one o'clock neared, his heart started racing. Each ticking minute felt like an eternity. He wasn't even sure that Dave would show up or that this wasn't some horrible prank devised by him and Azimio, but as much as he tried to calm himself down, he couldn't. He looked for something to keep busy but his room was already spotless. He glanced at the clock. 12:30. Fuck! Why couldn't it just be one? he thought as he made his way upstairs to the living room, which was as spotless as his bedroom. Feeling slightly defeated, he sat down on the couch and turned the TV on and flipped through channels. Spotting Project Runway, he stopped and tried his damndest to watch but his mind wouldn't let him. He glanced at the clock again. 12:36.

Oh my God. I'm going to kill someone. He pulled out his phone in anxiety and checked it for messages. Nothing. He opened a blank text and typed out a quick message.

"Hey, you can come get me. I'm ready."

"I'll be there in a few!"

What felt like years later, he heard a soft knock at the front door. His heart nearly lept from his chest as he walked to the door. He checked his reflection in the mirror by the door one last time before opening it.

"I..." He was able to stammer out before going quiet.

Dave looked really nice. Really, really nice. He was wearing a nice black button-up shirt with an equally nice pair of jeans.

"You what?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"You look really nice, Dave," Kurt finally got out, with a sincere smile.

"Thank you. It took me like 20 minutes to decide what to wear."

"Well I fully approve."

"I'm glad. Are you ready to go?"

"Of course."

Dave smiled and turned on his heels, walking towards his car. Kurt closed the door, locked it and followed. Dave opened his door before going over to the other side of the car and getting in. Kurt smiled and got in.

"Um, sorry my car smells...my football and hockey stuff is in the back and it needs to be cleaned really bad," Dave apologized.

"God. That smells terrible!" Kurt exclaimed with a quiet giggle.

"I told you."

The ride to Breadsticks, although only a short 8 minutes away, was the most awkward thing that Kurt had ever experience. It even triumphed the time that he walked in on his dad watching this really weird movie that was practically porn. They had nothing to talk about. But in that time, Kurt came to a sudden realization...this was technically his first date ever and it happened to be with the kid he hated most on the face of the Earth. How does that even happen?

When they reached the restaurant and parked, Dave turned to him and spoke.

"It's not too late to back out...I mean, I really don't want you to but you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I honestly don't even know why you are."

"I don't either. Maybe it's your charm or maybe it's just because I feel incredibly sorry for you, but I'm here and I'm not backing out," he answered Dave sincerely.

"Okay. Shall we?"

Kurt nodded and got out of the car and straightened out his clothes quickly and made his way inside. After the waiter took their order, Kurt was the first to speak.

"How's your summer going?"

"Besides practice, it's going pretty good. Been at the mall a lot, slushying people and pushing them down the escalators. It's pretty fun. you should try it sometime."

"No thanks..." Kurt giggled quietly.

"Your loss," Dave answered, smiling at him.

It wasn't much longer until their food arrived and they both starting eating. Kurt couldn't believe it but he was actually have a good time. He hadn't laughed this much in so long. He was surprised that Dave was a much different person than Karofsky was. Almost like Jeckyl and Hyde. One side in better than the other. Maybe this will turn out better than expected, he thought.

"Oh SHIT," Dave exlaimed as quietly as he could.

"What? What's wrong?" Kurt asked, legitimately concerned.

"Azimio just walked in with his girlfriend. Fuck fuck fuck."

Dave shifted in his seat uncomfortably, eyes darting around.

"Fuck fuck fuck. I'm so dead. What do I tell him if he sees us?"

Kurt bit his lip before answering.

"Dump your food on my head. Walk out back and I'll meet you there?"

"Wha-I'm not going to do that!" He answered back, a stunned look plastered on his face.

"You're going to do it unless you want to explain to him why you're here with me."

"Kurt...I don't want to."

"Just do it. Quickly!" Kurt almost yelled.

Dave nodded quickly, picked up his half eaten food and dumped the mess on Kurt's perfect hair.

"Now say something mean..." Kurt whispered.

With a nod, Dave yelled "How's that taste, homo? You like that?"

And for no apparent reason, Kurt smiled. That was his good deed of the year, he decided. I ruined my clothes for him. He better be happy.

Azimio came over and swung his arm over Dave's shoulder, his booming laugh filled the restuarant.

"Yeah, homo, how's that taste?" He said, smirking.

"A little bland. You'll have to do better next time, Karofsky," he said, smiling up at Dave.

"Oh don't worry, I will."

"Good. Now if you goons will excuse me, I have to go wash this crap out of my hair."

Kurt got up and looked at Dave and with the harshest tone he could muster, he simply said "Move." Dave laughed and obliged, moving over to let him pass through.

"Well, dude, I gotta get back home and help my mom with some stuff. See ya later?" Dave asked Azimio.

"Yeah, man, see ya." Azimio walked off.

Dave payed for his and Kurt's meal and walked out the back door, meeting Kurt out back. He walked over to him, smiling.

"Great acting in there," he stated walking up to Kurt.

"It's what I do. I ruined this three hundred dollar shirt for you. You better be happy."

"I am, thank you," Dave smiled sincerely, taking another step closer.

"You're welcome. Now can you take me home? I really want to watch this out. Ugh, it's disgusting. I don't know how you eat it..."

Dave laughed.

"Seriously, thank you Kurt...that was really 'brave' of you. I'm just sorry I had-"

Kurt leaned up and kissed him, cutting him off midsentence. Dave tensed up for a few seconds before relaxing, kissing him back. Kurt was surprised at how soft his lips were and how they didn't taste like tobacco or armpits. Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Dave ran his tongue across his bottom lip, making his lips part involuntarily. He felt Dave's wet tongue slide in, exploring every inch of his mouth. He wrestled their tongues together, pushing Dave up against the building. They kissed and their bodies touched in all the right places, making them both get hard instantly.

Kurt pulled away, gasping for air.

"W-wow, that was...amazing...I...wow..."

Dave simply nodded, gasping slightly for air.

"You have some of that crap all over you now," Kurt said, chuckling.

"Let's get you home..."

"This has been the best date ever. Thank you."

"No, thank you. I...I love you, Kurt."