I own nothing. Ownership is bullshit anyways.

Dave was sitting at the kitchen counter contemplating his cereal. Wheaties. The breakfast of motherfucking champions. Thank God his dad had taught him how to be a champion because his nerves and excitement this morning were like pre-game jitters times a thousand. The trick was to channel that energy; control it.

"You want to mentally take a step back Dave; observe yourself. See how you're breathing faster, your heart rate is up, you feel the adrenaline in your muscles? That's good for your body, not your brain. You stay in control up here," Paul had tapped his temple, "and you can make this work for you instead of against you."

It did work, it worked during games and it was working now. He felt hyper-aware, ready to react in a split second but in control. He bet Kurt knew the trick, too. He never looked nervous when he was performing. Even though facing a goddamned linebacker who was three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier had to be way more fucking nerve-wracking than singing a song, the control aspect might be the same across extra-curricular activities.

After he tidied up the kitchen Dave went back upstairs to pack. He'd decided he'd take his clothes with him tonight and change in Kurt's car. It would grab too much attention if he and Kurt both showed up for dinner looking like vampire-chick's new groupies. He wanted the spotlight focused directly on Prep-twat.

He grabbed his duffle bag and stuck in a black hoodie, some black sweatpants, their latex gloves and two pairs of the brown jersey work gloves that he and his dad used almost as disposables when they did yard work. He left the bag in his bedroom then went to the fridge in the garage to make sure his dad had an extra six-pack he could swipe. If Blaine did manage to stay sober today Dave planned on having him drink up before they started to party. If the fucking shit-whore rapist knew what was coming to him he'd probably be grateful. Not that he really expected a thank you. He smiled at the thought.

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School on Tuesday was pretty much a repeat of Monday; same people, different conversations. At lunch Az told him he'd be over about four-thirty. They were sitting at the table with the rest of the guys so thank fucking Christ Az refrained from the 'Captain D' bullshit. After classes were over he walked Kurt out and listened to a one-sided conversation with the cunt-rapist. Kurt hung up "No you can't pick me up! I'll meet you there!" and Dave stepped close.

"Kurt, are you sure?"

His eyes flashed fire but when he spoke it was almost a whisper, "Let me ask you something David, what would you do to the man who took your virginity with a beer bottle?"

He didn't even have to think about it, "I'd kill him."

"I'll see you later."

Dave watched him drive away. He'd been honest with Kurt but Dave also knew he wasn't the kind of guy Kurt was. He'd sort of hoped…fuck that maudlin bullshit. Fuck the what if's. Most of all fuck the cock-sucking whore whose fault it was he was going to become a killer tonight. Just…fuck it. He got in his truck and drove home.

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At home he first sharpened his knife then carefully tucked it away in the side pocket of his duffle bag. Then Dave grabbed the sixer from the garage and carried them both out to his truck. He'd have to get some ice at the Shell. The beer might go green before he could ice it down but Dave didn't really care if cunt-face rapist had to drink green beer. Hell, for all he cared it could be piss warm but he didn't want to be half the night threatening the little shit so he'd force it down.

Az was right on time. He settled down to play Halo while Dave got ready. He was standing in the shower when it hit him and he'd actually had to sit down. This was gonna be his first mother fucking date with Kurt Hummel. God damn it to hell! He let himself cry for a bit then. Fuck it, he'd tell Az he got shampoo in his eyes if he noticed.

Dave knew it wasn't really a date; he wasn't a fucking idiot, still he couldn't help taking extra care when he was getting ready. A little gel, little Polo, and he'd deny with his dying breath that he'd exfoliated in the shower. He was actually glad Az was sitting in his desk chair or he'd have been tempted to change his shirt a couple of times. Shit! Shit! Shit! This was so fucked up. He stared into the mirror over his dresser and his reflection seemed to mock him. "Kurt could never be interested in changing you Karofsky. The only reason he wants you now is because of who you've always been.

His dad was just getting in when he and Az walked downstairs.

"Where to boys?"

"Me and Az and Kurt are going to a movie. Kurt's gonna spend the night if that's okay."

"Sure, you boys eat anything yet?"

Az replied for Dave, "Nah, we're going to dinner at Breadstix first."

"Dinner and a movie? Are you the chaperone or do you and Dave have something to tell me?"

Dave glared while his dad and Az laughed like loons.

"You boys be careful tonight. Dave, you know what I mean."

"Yes Dad." It was best not to try and deny anything was going to happen if they wanted to get going anytime soon.

Paul Karofsky watched his son leave proudly. As soon as Dave had told him he was gay he'd scheduled an appointment for him with their GP so he'd know about the dangers of gay sex and how to best enjoy and protect himself. On the ride home he'd asked him if they needed to stop and get condoms and Dave had informed him he already had some. That was the way he'd raised his boy. Play it safe and be prepared were two of the most important rules to learn in life if you wanted to come out a winner.

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"Kurt you have to do something for me tonight."

The smaller boy eyed him suspiciously, "What's that?"

"While we're doing it if I tell you to do something don't question it, just do it right away. It's very important that you listen to me and we're not going to be in the ideal situation for me to explain things out to you."

"What do you mean? What would I question?"

"Do you see? You're starting already. This is stressful enough without your argumentative bullshit."

Kurt narrowed his eyes, "You don't think it's stressful for me?"

"I didn't fucking say that. But I'm the one who's planned this entire thing out and it's my ass on the line if you start slinging around your bitchy attitude and fuck things up."

"Fine, fine, I'll do what you say without question."

"I'm glad to hear it. You're going to have to keep your emotions in check if this is going to turn out okay."

"I understand David, I really do."

"Good. Now hold my hand and look loving. It's six-fifteen and he might be here early."

And for the next ten minutes Dave pretended shamelessly that he and Kurt were on a real date, that he was a nice guy like Finn or Sam; a guy Kurt could have a crush on, instead of the bad guy, bully and asshole that could be trusted to commit murder but not much else.

Then Blaine walked in.

He looked taken aback when he saw them sitting together but Dave had to give him credit, he strode boldly over to the table anyway. Then he looked at their interlocked hands. Dave thought he might have had the same expression if he'd been offered snot on a cracker at the country club. It definitely threw him off but only for a second.

"Is this a joke?" he asked Kurt. He turned to Dave without waiting for a reply, "Did he pay you to come here?"

Dave responded quietly, he knew it was the words and not the volume that would get him.

"Step off prep-twat, he's sucking my dick now."

He saw Kurt pale and he gave his hand a little squeeze. Kurt seemed to nod to himself and then, to Dave's surprise, he went all in. He gave Dave a huge shit-eating grin and slapped his arm with his free hand. "Babe, we discussed this, no bedroom talk in front of my ex!"

He thought Blaine looked on the verge of stroking out, he had a fast recovery time but Dave noticed he was panting. Hard. He wasn't surprised when Blaine's next words came out way too loud.

"This is a fucking joke! I came here to talk to you and you throw this in my face!"

Dave decided to split before Prep-twat actually got kicked out.

He addressed Kurt first, "I'm outta here, you finish up with him and then get to the house."

Now he looked Blaine up and down, "Kurt's gonna have to keep it short, he's got business to handle."

He exaggerated licking his lips and sauntered out without looking back. When he reached the parking lot he gave a thumb's up in the direction of his truck and climbed into the cargo space behind Kurt's back seat. He heard them as they came out of the restaurant.

"How dare you! I'll be lucky if David is even in the mood tonight after the way you acted."

"I came to talk to you, why was he there anyway!"

As they walked closer he could still hear Kurt talking even though they'd stopped yelling.

"Blaine I'm not going to have this conversation on a public street corner. Do you know where Stephen's Park is?"

"I'm not sure."

"Just follow me, we can talk there."

"Why don't you ride with me?"

"As if! You're out of your mind if you think I'm getting in your car again. Do you want to talk or not?"

"Fine." He could picture him gritting his teeth. It was a very satisfactory image.

Dave was changing while he gave Kurt his instructions. "Don't look at him when he pulls up. Stare straight ahead, he'll come over. As soon as he shuts his door hit the child locks and start the car. We'll drive around for a while so he can have his beer and we can terrorize him. Let me do the talking at first. And remember, don't touch him until we get back to the park and you get your gloves on."

Dave finished putting on his own latex gloves then got out his knife and a beer for Blaine. Kurt did just as he was told and Blaine did just as expected. As soon as Kurt started the vehicle he threw it in reverse and Dave moved up to the back seat so he could lean forward and put his knife next to Blaine's face. He looked too stunned to be scared yet. Well, he'd take care of that.

"Put on your seat belt you fucking rapist. We don't want you to die on accident."