Authors Note: I honestly cannot put into words how happy I am to receive such good reviews. I know my notes are unbelievably long. But I tend to rant, a lot. So thanks for sticking through this and reading it. Thanks again everyone for your support. Please feel free to tell me anything you'd like to see in here and I'll try to add it in. Because even I have no idea where this story is going to go. And as always, I don't own Glee or any of the lyrics. Sadly. (Bold is David singing, Italic is Kurt singing, and Both is the two of them.)

Kurt sat in Karofsky's truck anxiously, tapping his fingers on the window as if it would make this journey faster. He had no idea how he ended up offering to help Dave with a grocery run, yet here he was. Locked in the car with his former bully, listening to some really annoying rap, and dammit! His car needed an oil change more than Puck needed to have sex. And that's saying a lot.

David glanced at him before reaching for the radio and switching the station. The sound of the upbeat techno like song began to start and Dave reached to change it once more.

"David! If you want to keep your fingers I suggest you return them to the steering wheel right this second." Kurt spoke calmly. Dave listened to his words and quickly snatched his hand back.

"Teachers dated me, my parents hated me. I was always in a fight because I can't do nothing right." Kurt sang, trying not to glance at the male next to him. Because honestly, Kurt knew that those lyrics fit him well. He could tell Dave knew it well because he tensed just a tiny bit.

"Every day I fight a war against the mirror. I can't take the person staring back at me. I'm a hazard to myself."

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"Don't let me get me. I'm my own worst enemy. It's bad when you ignore yourself. So irritating."

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"Don't wanna be my friend no more, I wanna be somebody else."

Dave looked over at him and gave a small, sheepish smile. "I didn't know you could sing like that." Kurt spoke softly, fiddling with his fingers as P!nk sang about wanting to be somebody else. The impact of those lyrics dug into him that he almost lost his breath.

"I really don't. It's just something that I do." He shrugged, pulling into the parking lot of the large grocery store.

"Well, um. I have all of her cd's. If you wanted to listen to them sometime….with me?" Kurt spoke, adding the last words almost quiet enough that it was a whisper.

David nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Sure, Hummel."

Kurt grinned as he grabbed a giant bag of Doritos and threw them in the cart that Dave was pushing. "Jeez Kurt, first Finger 11 and now snack food I would have guessed-"

"No, let me finish that for you. You expected me to prance into the organic section and freak out over how many calories are in an orange. Yes, I eat healthy food. But sometimes I like other things." He spoke, a small smirk on his face.

David let out a small laugh and nodded his head. "Guess there's a lot I have to learn."

Kurt nodded before freezing, almost dropping the bag of chips on Mr. Karofsky's list. He met the eyes of the larger male walking towards them down the aisle before dropping his gaze to the floor.

"Hanging around with the fag now, Karofsky?" Azimio spoke with a sneer.

"Oh, hey Azimio." Karofsky spoke, trying to take the attention away from Kurt.

"I saw you laughing with the fairy. Is he turning you?" the large jock laughed.

"As if I would ever let him turn me to a homo. His fairy ass isn't anywhere near me." Dave laughed.

Kurt just stared, feeling his stomach in his throat as he threw the bag into the cart and turned away. He felt sick. Weren't they just singing together and having a normal discussion? How did he ever think that someone like David Karofsky would be friends with him? When it came down to it, he was the town gay and David was the town bully.

They just didn't go together.

"Kurt, just talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about, Karofsky." He hissed.

"Yes there is, you left me in the middle of the grocery store. You haven't spoken a word since I got in the car. Listen, I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it."

"But yet you still said it! You stood there right in front of me and let Azimio say those things about me!" he spoke. 'You are not crying, Hummel. You will not cry.'"I know, I just. I was scared, Kurt!"

"I thought you were different, Dave."

"I am different!"

"No, you're not." Kurt whispered, watching as they pulled into the driveway. "At the end of the day. You're still nothing but a homophobic Neanderthal." He snapped, opening the car door and slamming it behind him before dashing into the house.

Kurt tried really hard to focus on his book, but the music coming from Dave's stereo was driving him insane. Who even listened to this crap? He couldn't understand a word the guy was rapping, and he was almost positive he'd heard something about the rapper being in jail. Way to be an influence.

He glanced over at Dave and had the irresistible urge to throw the book across the room and hit him in the head. But that would probably not go over well. Dave caught him staring for about the 7th time and Kurt flushed embarrassedly before shoving his headphones in his ears before Dave got a chance to try and apologize once more. Kurt was not going to give up that easily.

Somehow over the sound of his own headphones and David's stupid rap he heard Paul yelling that Dave had a visitor and he was sending him up. Dave turned his music down and Kurt just laid back on his bed, tapping his foot along to the beat.

"Want you to make me feel, like I'm the only girl In the world."

"Damn Hummel, you really are a fag, aren't you?" Kurt's eyes widened and he sat up almost immediately, coming almost face to face with Azimio. He looked down at his hands.

"Don't you ever get tired of calling me a fag you Neanderthal? Don't you have something better to do? Maybe drag your paws across the ground?" he spoke, staring down his nose at the male.

Azimio glared at him, although it was clear he didn't understand Kurt's comment that well. "Shut the fuck up you fair-"

"HEY!" Both Kurt and Azimio looked up to see Dave, standing with his fists clenched, glaring daggers at the other jock. "Don't talk about him that way."

"He really did turn you, didn't he Karofsky?"
"Get the fuck out of my house, Azimio. If you're not going to respect him then you sure as hell aren't allowed here." Kurt swallowed hard, his headphones on his lap long forgotten as he stared up at Dave. Azimio stood, shaking his head.

"Fucking faggots."

That's what did it for Dave, before Kurt knew it Dave's hand was connecting with Azimio's jaw. The other male sputtered and went to hit back before Dave punched him In the gut. The jock moaned and looked up at Dave.

"Get the fuck out." Dave hissed once more. This time Azimio ran out. Kurt stared at him shell shocked before looking down and noticing the blood on Dave's knuckles. He sighed softly and took the males arm, leading him to the bathroom where he silently began to fix up his hand.

"Thanks, Dave."

Dave smiled sadly. "Friends have to stick up for each other, right?"

Kurt looked at him for a moment before nodding his head slowly. "Yeah…they do."