Author's Note: This chapter in itself is pretty useless. I mostly just wanted a pool scene so we could have the glory of a half-naked Kurt/Karofsky. This chapters pretty short, but it helps to build the relationship alot. But it does have a little bit of a fluffy/angsty moment between the two. Thanks so much to everyone who read and who reviewed, I'm beyond flattered! Ryan Murphy still owns Glee; I guess he doesn't like sharing.

He tried not to stare, he really did. But he had no idea that Karofsky had muscles like that hidden under all the fabric of his letterman jacket. And just the idea of having those glistening muscles wrapped around him was enough for him to have to jump into the cold water. So he ran, jumped in the water, and his 'problem' was solved.

Dave smiled from his spot in the water as he splashed it around in his hands, running some of the water through his hair. And Kurt was really glad that he was shivering or else everything would just get really awkward. Especially since he just wanted to go up to Dave and ask if he could lick the water off of him. 'Down boy.'

"The pools nice." Kurt commented easily. Dave looked at him and shrugged his shoulders. "Puckerman may be a sex addict, but he doesn't lie when he says he's good with pools."

Kurt laughed loudly, but he couldn't help but think about how much he missed his friends. Sure, Dalton was great and everything. But he missed being able to gossip with Mercedes in the hallway, and insult Rachel on her horrendous clothing choices. He wanted to get into fake little fights with Noah and cheer next to Brittany and Santana. And even with all of the bullying and harassment, he realized one thing.

He really missed McKinley.

"Are you alright, Kurt?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm just gonna go get some drinks." Kurt smiled before turning and walking into the house, shaking off some of the water before walking into the kitchen.

"Hello Kurt." Paul smiled happily as he walked into the kitchen himself.

"Hello Mr. Karofsky."

"Please, call me Paul."

"Okay Paul."

"I wanted to thank you, Kurt."

Kurt looked at him for a second in confusion before placing down the two glasses of lemonade he had just finished pouring. He sat down across from Paul at the table and chewed his lip. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but can I ask what you're thanking me for?"

Paul smiled sweetly in understanding. "Well, you know how David is bipolar?" Kurt nodded. "Well, he hasn't been so angry lately. With you around he seems just, happy." The older Karofsky smiled sweetly, cupping Kurt's shoulder in his hand. "I don't know what you did, but please keep doing it. I haven't seen him smile in quite some time."

Kurt nodded, trying to hold back the bit of emotion that swelled up in him as he stood. "Thanks Mr.-Paul." He grinned, taking the two glasses and returning outside to see David floating on a raft in the water. He quietly set the glasses on the table near the pool before running and jumping in the water next to him.

"What the hell Kurt?" David yelled, sputtering water with a small smile. Kurt grinned up at him as he resurfaced and crossed his arms over his chest. "A pool is for swimming, David."

"And drowning!" Dave grinned, jumping off the raft and swimming after Kurt, catching him and lifting him in his arms before throwing him into the water.

Kurt definitely did not scream like a girl.

"Uhhh, Kurt? What are you doing?"

Kurt looked up at the other male from his spot on his bed, where he lay upside down, hitting his right ear with his head tilted to the left. He huffed at him but stayed in the same position. "I'm trying to get water out of my ear after you so kindly threw me in the pool."

Dave let out a snort and rolled his eyes before pulling Kurt up to his feet. He cupped the males face in his hands and tilted his head to the left, pulling gently on his earlobe and Kurt felt the nice rush of water out of his ear. "Oh thank God." He mumbled before looking up to meet Dave's gaze. "Thanks." He spoke softly.

Dave nodded before releasing him and backing up a few steps. Kurt couldn't help but smile since Dave was really trying to let him have his space, but he couldn't help but feel a little sad to have the male so far away. He'd gotten used to being close to him.

"What's it like being bipolar?" Kurt suddenly asked, unable to stop the word vomit that slipped from his lips. He knew he looked about as shocked as he felt. His blue-green eyes wide with confusion, a hand over his lips. "I'm sorry! It just slipped!" he spoke quickly.

Dave smiled softly but sat down on Kurt's bed, bringing the boy to sit down so they were both cross legged and facing each other. David played with his fingers for a few moments before he looked at Kurt with something similar to embarrassment. Kurt noticed the way that his jaw quivered a tiny bit, and how his eyebrows formed a small line in the middle like he was concentrating on finding the right words.

"It's different. I mean, one day I wake up and I feel really, really happy. Then a few hours later I feel like I don't have the energy to make it through the day. Or someone will say something and I'll get so mad that I just lash out on everybody." He spoke softly, hands shaking a little.

Kurt looked down at the small tremors running through the jocks fingers and he took both of his larger hands in his smaller, paler ones. Dave seemed to be fine with this because he gave a small, thankful smile. "Is that why you were always, the way you were to me?" Kurt asked quietly.

David let out a soft sighed and looked up at him. "You were just so proud of who you were. You didn't hide it from anyone. You just walked down the halls like; 'Hey, this is me, and like it or not I'm not going to change for anyone.' I admired that." Dave looked away, chewing on his lip. "But it pissed me off, because I couldn't do that. I was so scared of who I was that I just took it out on you."

Kurt looked at the boy in front of him and slowly started to understand just why Dave was the way that he was. He remembered how crippling the fear was. Of being ridiculed and tormented for what you were. Because even when Kurt came out, he had his dad and so many of his friends to support him. But David didn't have anyone. His jock friends probably would have disowned him, and he was sure that his father wasn't as understanding as Burt was.

A small wave of sadness washed over Kurt and he gripped Dave's hands tighter. Dave needed a friend. Someone that would accept him because of what he was.

"I've spent so long trying to fit in." Kurt suddenly spoke, and Dave looked up at him with a questioning gaze. "It's like, everyone was sliding perfectly through there little square cut outs, but I couldn't. I was a circle. And no matter how many ways I tried, I just wouldn't fit." He spoke quietly.

"Maybe if we make an oval with both our circles, we'll fit in with at least one person." Dave spoke, and Kurt nodded, but he had to chuckle at the fact that of all people, he was having this conversation with David Karofsky.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.