a/n: I'm going away! YAY! for four days... so that means no internet for four days... so no posting. Thanks to mrs. graciecriss4eva who I spamed during 3.01 and to you if you're bothering to read this now there's a new serise. Thanks to ruiniscrazy for pointing out an inconsistency with my trying-to-keep-to-cannon-ness, I've gone back and changed Dave's letter chapter 2 to fit. and now, if you havn't seen 3.01 then skip strait to the chapter...

*SPOILERS*

THE PURPLE AND THE BOWTIES AND THE DANCING... which was really weird. I'm sure he could hance better than that... AND THE FIRE AND THE GUYS BEING ALL GRUMPY-GRUMPY-GRUMPY-GRUMP-GRUMP EXCEPT KURT BEACAUSE HE WAS SO HAPPY BUT AS IF HE DIDN'T NOTICE THE LACK OF UNIFORM AND BLAINE'S SMILE WHEN KURT WAS PUTTING IT TOGETHER ok thats enough from me. as you can see I have alot of opinions of that story. BUT I THOUGHT BLAINE WAS GOING TO GET SLUSHIED? and I really wanted that to happen... even though thats mean... well, there is a whole year. AND KURTS ALL 'WE CAN'T COMPEATE' AND I'M LIKE 'YES YOU SOOOO CAN DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT I KNOW HE'LL CHANGE BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO PRESURE HIM'. yeah. ok. I'll calm down...

disclaimer: If I owned Glee... I would have persuaded Chord Overstreet to stay... I don't know how but I'm sure it coulld have been done... because we needed Sam in that episode... we did.

There's a whole bunch of stuff wrong with that scenario, Dave. So much. And, you know, maybe you should apologies. Not care about how stupid it might make you seem or how insecure it might make you feel and just do it. Because this must be a big thing for him too.

Are you still going to bully him? Because that's pretty harsh.

You need to figure out what to do. I'll help but I feel like there's no point if you don't even seem to think about what I'm saying.

Blaine.

"Blaine, why are you writing on your Warbler's sheet music?"

"What?" Blaine said, looking up, distracted. "Go away, I'm trying to write my English essay."

"On your sheet music?"

He glanced down.

"Oh."

Wes sighed. It had been three days since his shouting episode and two since he'd run from his room calling something about "Kurt" and "cover for me". The later texts he'd sent hadn't explained any better and he refused to talk about it. But something was up. Wes could tell. He was distracted and jumped every time he got even a text. He seemed nervous.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit... tired."

Now that was an understatement; Wes had no idea how much sleep he'd been getting these last few days but it clearly wasn't enough.

"Blaine, whats going on?" Internally he winced at his insensitive words, but he held out. If this was what it took to get Blaine to explain then so what.

"Nothing. I'm just a bit tired, it's nothing you need to worry about," his tired look was replaced instantly. "Now, I'd like to fix this essay, could you please bother something else."

Nothing was going to help right now, once Blaine closed he was gone for ages. Sighing softly he left the room.

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Blaine watched him go, feeling the sudden solitude harshly. He wanted to talk to someone. Not about what was going on, just about pointless things. The one time he wanted people to act like everything was normal and they started treating him like glass snowflake; delicate and quick to shatter.

He was lost in thought when Kurt called.

"He-" he was cut off mid greeting.

"I have to confront him. I know that it didn't work last time but I need to he needs to understand and I need to...I just need to try to understand where this is coming from and... you need to understand that I have to do this and-"

"Yes," he said cutting Kurt off this time, "Yes, yes we do-"

"We? So you'll come with me?"

He sounded releived and Blaine was halted mid thought. He hadn't meant to say we, and he hadn't meant, even in his head to go talk to him. He didn't even know what dave looked like and to meet him like this... but Kurt needed him. H cuold hear it in the tinge of fear in his voice. So that settled it.

"Of course."

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The kiss had shocked him. He'd wanted to ditch Dave then and there because... well he didn't even know how to do it justice. But he'd told himself that maybe from the vantage point he had he could be a better friend to both of them. He could help them both to get through this. Or that's what he'd told himself.

Because really, he couldn't let Dave go. He'd been his first friend and, for years, his only friend. The openness he'd felt talking to him had given him security. He didn't want to lose that, even though sometimes it seemed like it was already lost.

So walking up a stair case at McKinley high he felt, well, nervous, but not in the way he felt he was meant to. It was like he was meeting someone he'd only ever heard about before but had always wanted too. Which was sort of like how it was. But he didn't feel the sort of nervous he should feel. The nervous centred on bullies and homophobia. Around what he now knew about Dave.

Every time he saw a jock he felt his stomach flip and a hundered questions raced through his head: "Is that him?" Will I know who he is?" "Will he know who I am?" "Do I tell him?" "What is going to happen?".

"Don't worry about it just let me do the talking."

He had no idea how he made himself sound so calm, because when some jock started coming down the stairs he felt the same jump.

"There he is."

So that's a yes to question one and a no to question two. He almost laughed at his internal stupidity.

"I've got your back."

Where did that come from? He sounded like someone from a bad spy film. But now that didn't matter because Dave was almost there and he was supposed to say something.

"Excuse me?" he mentally slapped himself.

"Hey Lady-boys."

He knew he should have expected it but somehow he'd hoped he'd get a yes to question three. So the no hurt. Even though he should have expected it.

"This you're boyfriend Kurt?"

'Wow, he used his real name' a small sarcastic voice in his head muttered.

"Kurt and I would like to talk to you about something."

"I've got to go to class."

And a shove. The first hint of physical violence. But it was the way the action took place that shocked him: casually, as if it didn't really matter to either of them. But h knew it mattered to Kurt, even though he would never let it show.

"Kurt told me what you did."

"Oh yeah, what's that?" He was a good actor. Calmly treating it like nothing was up. Like he didn't know. And Kurt cut it.

"You kissed me."

Dave responded to that. Looking around quickly to check no one heard, his "I don't know what you're talking about" was far less believable.

And he was talking again, and as he said it the thing that kept ringing was 'if you sell this right, maybe you can keep this friendship'.

But Dave was walking away, choosing to ignore them. He'd gotten to a landing when Dave snapped. Turning around he ran the few steps to Blaine and pushed him, hard, into the surrounding fence.

"Do not mess with me!"

"You have to stop this!"

And Kurt pushed him of him. It was a shock. He'd been thinking and had almost forgotten that Kurt was there. But now Dave was standing facing them, looking shocked too as his gaze flicked between them spinning around, he left. Almost running.

"Well he's not coming out anytime soon."

Because it had been than that he'd gotten it. For all he'd said online, this was his real world. And here, he was too scared to be himself. And it was like suddenly losing something, because in many ways he lost Dave.

I think I was right. I think he's going to tell someone. Then I'm stuffed.