Kurt and Mercedes stood at their opened lockers, which were in close proximity to each other against the same wall, to put away a few textbooks that they didn't need during passing time. Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Mercedes close her locker and suddenly peer down the hallway to their left.
"You have got to be kidding me..." Mercedes said.
He followed the direction of where she was looking down the hallway only to see Dave wearing the outfit they had picked out for him the previous day, along with Rachel and Quinn on each of his arms walking with him. He had the same goofy grin on his face like he had been having lately.
Kurt turned his head to Mercedes, where she looked back and they both began laughing lightly at the same time. He shook his head, noticing so many of the other students in the hallway watching Dave with Rachel and Quinn. "Mission accomplished, I'd say," he smiled.
Mercedes just looked on at the situation with her mouth open slightly, though the smile that had formed never really left her face.
Santana walked over to them slowly. She was also checking out Dave, like so many of the girls around were doing, from where he had stopped at his locker further down the hallway.
"What is that all about?" she asked, laughing.
Kurt closed his locker, turning around so he could lean up against it as all three of them looked on at Dave from a distance. "That would be Mr. David Karofsky... only a little more put together than usual," he smirked.
Santana looked at both of them, her eyes widening in surprise. "You two did that?" She looked back at Dave. "Damn!" she smiled.
Rachel and Quinn had moved away from Dave to go to their own lockers. Mercedes started walking over towards him. "I'm gonna go say hi to him while he's free," she said without turning to look at them.
Kurt just nodded, giving Dave another glance over before looking back over to Santana.
"You took him shopping?" she asked. "I can't believe he even agreed to go in the first place."
"Yeah, well... I tried to get him to wear a scarf with that outfit, but he just wasn't interested," Kurt smirked.
Santana laughed as her head turned slightly to the side momentarily. "How surprising," she said sarcastically.
"Isn't it?" Kurt laughed too. "Let me know if you see him take any of it off, though. We kind of have a bet going on."
"What kind of bet?" Santana looked at him with a confused, yet still amused, expression on her face.
Kurt sighed lightly, looking back over towards David as he began replying. "Well, if he can last the whole day wearing all of that, I, apparently, will have to come to school wearing jeans and a polo he'd normally wear." He turned his head back towards her- a disgusted look forming when he thought about what he'd have to do if he lost the bet.
"Interesting," Santana's eyes widened a bit in surprise for a moment and she began to nod. "What do you get if you win?"
"He'll have to buy me a coffee sometime... and a muffin, I guess. I can't forget about the muffin," Kurt said nonchalantly.
Santana's face became blank instantly, yet she was still nodding. "Hmm," she let out, looking over towards Dave. "He seems okay right now, though. It looks like you might lose."
Kurt just shrugged, "Yeah, we'll see. I'm gonna keep my toes crossed all day." He laughed lightly, turning a little bit to take one last look at Dave before walking off.
"Right." Santana replied, still watching David as she raised one of her eyebrows. She shook her head in irritation before walking away in the same direction Kurt had been heading.
The next day, Dave had walked into the locker room a little early after school to get changed for football practice. There were only two other freshmen guys in there at the time, where Dave did the typical nod towards both of them before opening up his locker to take out his football gear. He set it on the wooden bench behind him, glancing up when he heard the locker room door open.
In walked Miss Santana Lopez, looking over to the other two guys who were already half undressed. They both stopped and stared at her with their mouths slightly open. "Trust me," she stated. "That's nothing I haven't seen before. Now get lost."
Both of the freshmen jocks just looked at each other and then back to her, yet hadn't moved an inch.
"¡Fuera de aquí!" she shouted, pointing towards the door.
They grabbed their football gear and walked out quickly. Santana looked around the locker room, making sure nobody else was in there before moving towards Dave. He, too, looked around with a confused expression on his face.
"What are you doing?" he asked immediately.
Santana crossed her arms. "What the hell are you doing?"
Dave raised his hands a little, shrugging at her question. "Uh... I'm about to get changed?"
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him. "I know you play football and you've probably been hit in the head one too many times, but you really aren't that stupid."
"Okay?" Dave's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. He had no idea as to what she was talking about, but having Santana in his face like this almost always made him uncomfortable.
"I heard about your little bet with Kurt," she said, leaning back against the locker next to his that was still open. Her arms were still crossed as they had been before.
"And?"
Santana scoffed, looking away momentarily. "Are you serious?"
Dave looked around the locker room once more, clearly not understanding anything she was talking about. "I'm so confused right now..."
She uncrossed her arms, bringing her hands together and clasping them so that they made a clapping sound as they hit each other. "Okay, let me ask you this," she paused. "Did you lose the bet?"
"Yeah," Dave nodded, giving her a look that said he wanted her to get to the point she was trying to make quickly.
"So, I'm gonna guess that you purposefully took off that sweater then," she stated in a not so unfamiliar, bitchy tone.
Dave's eyes widened with disbelief. He honestly hadn't meant to lose the bet on purpose, but he had taken his sweater off during glee club rehearsals because they had been practicing one of Mr. Schue's lame dance routines.
He still didn't quite understand why Santana was talking to him about the bet, though. "Um, we were rehearsing. You know, dancing? It was hot... I took it off."
After glee club rehearsals, Kurt had walked over to Dave to tell him that he had lost and that he owed him a coffee- as well as a muffin, of course. Dave hadn't really argued.
Santana stepped away from the lockers, moving to stand in front of Dave. She shook her head in irritation. "And now you get to take Kurt out on a coffee date, right?"
Dave's facial expression softened, as he finally understood where she was going with all of this. He glanced down at his feet, thinking over the bet that he had made with Kurt. "It's not a date..." he said, though he wasn't able to look back up at her when replying.
"Dave," Santana's voice had quieted down. He knew she was waiting for him to stop looking away from her, but he honestly didn't think he could look back at that moment. He just didn't know what to say. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm not doing anything!" Dave finally looked at her, though he was now irritated more than anything. It wasn't going to be a date, he kept telling himself. He didn't want to believe that he'd have made that kind of mistake- especially not after he had told himself that he wouldn't after seeing how happy Kurt was with Blaine.
Raising his voice just made Santana do the same. "He's with the freakin' Warbler and you know that! What do you think? He's just gonna drop him and come running to you?" She had taken a few steps towards him, attempting to get in his face as much as possible even though she was much shorter. "You're not even out to everyone!"
Dave was beginning to get nervous that someone would overhear their conversation. He kept glancing towards the door and then back to her every few seconds.
"We're just friends! I haven't been trying to do anything!"
Santana glanced towards his open locker, sighing lightly as she closed her eyes for a moment. When she began speaking again, he noticed her voice soften once more. Though, all this did was cause Dave to become even angrier.
"You just really shouldn't get in the middle of all that, okay?" she said sincerely.
"The middle of what?" Dave shrugged, as if he didn't know what she meant by that.
"Their relationship!"
Dave scoffed in irritation. "Oh, like you have room to talk, Lopez. What about all that crap you pulled last year, huh? What about everything you told Brittany about Artie so that she'd come running to you?"
Santana opened her mouth in shock, and Dave knew instantly that he had just pissed her off. They had shared so much with each other since they had started "dating" the previous year, yet he was now throwing all of what she had told him in her face in an attempt to make her feel bad. He really wasn't ready for whatever she was about to throw back.
"Because that's just as bad as what you were doing to Kurt, isn't it? Shoving him around, threatening him, calling him names. Right, Dave," she stated.
She shook her head, shrugging at him as if she didn't care about what she had just said to him. "You know what? Fine. You're right. I screwed up last year. I shouldn't have been saying all of that to Brittany, but I did."
Dave was just pissed off now. He knew he'd done the same thing to her, but she knew how much all of what she had said still bothered him to this day. She had gone ahead and used it against him anyways.
He didn't want to be in the locker room anymore. He didn't want to have to deal with her.
Santana, of course, knew how much she had made Dave angry, but she still couldn't stop herself from continuing. "It happened right here, didn't it?"
"Stop," Dave said immediately. He had started to breathe hard and his eyes had become dark.
"You kissed him," Santana said as she took a step closer. "Right here."
Dave turned away from her towards the lockers, raising his right fist and then slamming it against the cold metal as hard as he could. He was so angry because she knew that bringing up the kiss was the one thing that made him upset more than almost anything else. He hated remembering and thinking about the look Kurt had given him right after he had done it. He hated thinking about how Kurt had pushed him away when he had gone in for a second kiss.
Santana had instantly regretted what she had said when Dave had punched the lockers. She grabbed his right arm before he could do it again, maneuvering herself in front of them. "Stop!" she yelled out.
He shrugged her off of his arm, taking a few steps away from her. He was still breathing hard, shaking his head because of how pissed off he was.
"Sit down," she said as she walked over to where he had begun pacing.
Dave sat down on the wooden bench in front of the lockers. He kept shaking his head, telling himself that it would help him calm down somehow. He leaned forward slightly, putting both of his elbows on his knees and bringing his hands up to hold his head.
Santana slowly sat down next to him. She felt bad. That didn't occur very often, but she wished she hadn't said any of that to Dave now.
She brought her right hand up to his forearm, resting it there as a sign of comfort. She looked at his face as it was leaned down towards his knees, noticing how tight he had his eyes closed.
"I'm sorry," Santana said softly. "I shouldn't have said that."
Dave just sat still, not wanting to even turn slightly to look back at her.
"Look, I know you haven't been doing anything on purpose," Santana continued. "I just," she sighed, looking down towards the floor for a moment. "I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?"
He finally sat back up and glanced at her, yet still didn't say anything.
"Because if you get hurt... it's just gonna make things worse for you than they already are," she finished.
Dave took a few moments before replying, looking over her face to notice how honest she was being. She really had never lied to him before anyways. Santana cared about him- that much was obvious.
He took a deep breath, where his eyebrows shot up and then back down quickly. "You're right," he said, looking straight ahead towards the lockers as he began shaking his head once more. Dave laughed to himself, though he felt it only came out because he was finally realizing what he had done.
"I didn't even realize what I was doing... I'm such an idiot."
"No, you're not," Santana scoffed. She wrapped both of her arms around his bicep. "If he breaks up with Plaine... I mean, Blaine," she laughed. "Then hey... by all means, go for it."
Dave looked over to her, smirking ever so slightly.
It instantly went away when he saw how serious Santana became. "But if Kurt's happy with him... you just need to be his friend right now."
Dave glanced back at the floor, taking quite a few moments thinking over what she had said. He knew she was right. Kurt was with Blaine. Kurt was happy. That's what he wanted for him. Dave didn't want to ruin any of that.
He slowly began to nod, though he wasn't able to say anything back to her.
Santana understood everything that had been going through Dave's head. While still grabbing onto his arm with both of hers, she turned her head to the side and rested it on his shoulder. He immediately turned and rested his on top of hers, sighing lightly to himself.
"What kind of lame bet was that anyways?" she asked.
All Dave could do was laugh.