"I think you should know before glee club." Dave said. It was a week or so after he had come out to his parents. He'd been going to a therapist who was really good at talking things out with him. He mustered enough courage to approach Azimio during school one day. Azimio frowned and allowed himself to be pulled into the choir room.

"I swear, if you're about to sing to me, let me get some ear plugs or somethin'—"

"Azimio." Dave said, lacing seriousness into his tone. Azimio straightened. Dave sighed. He'd never actually had to really come out to someone. Except his mom. But his dad sort of helped him with that. What was he supposed to say? Was he just supposed to come out and… just say it?

"Dude, what is the problem?" Azimio said. What if this wasn't the Azimio he'd been anticipating? The open-minded eight year old? What if he was completely disgusted in Dave and told everyon—

"I'm gay." Dave blurted before he could frighten himself into chickening out. Dave's heart was threatening to burst from his chest. He looked into Azimio's face as it widened into a smile. He thinks it's a joke. He's going to laugh at the joke I just made and he's going to tell everyone.

"Dude, I know." Azimio laughed loudly. "I was starting to wonder if you'd like… get it. I knew since we were eight, man. Been looking for the signs since."

Dave's eyes widened. "But you … you made fun of gays with me! You would insult them."

"Yeah," Azimio shrugged guiltily. "I'm not a good guy… it's always fun to make fun of someone and you did it a whole lot… so… I guess I got kind of out of hand." Azimio shrugged. "But man, you are so bad at being subtle to someone who's lookin' for it."

"So I've been told."

"I thought I'd have to tell you before you got married to some lady or somethin'." Azimio said, throwing his arm around Dave's shoulders before tensing and taking it off. "You don't like me or nothin' do you? Cuz, man I love the pussy." Dave grimaced.

"No. No… I mean… It's—"

"Hummel or Evans." Azimio said easily. "They're the two you're always like… looking after, whether you know it or not."

Dave buried his face in his hand. "Was I really that bad?"

"Yep." Azimio muttered happily. "Shit man, this means no more secrets!"

"Um…" Dave frowned. "Why, do you have something you want to tell me?"

"Mercedes Jones." Azimio said, smiling. "Mercedes Jones."

Dave raised his eyebrows. "Really? She's your type?"

"Do you mean is 'sexy as hell' my type? And now that you're in glee club, you can totally hook me up."

"They don't really fully trust me yet. They trust me a little bit because of Kurt and Santana, and they know I've got like, a huge secret that I'm keeping from them, but they don't know yet, alright?"

Azimio frowned. "You told me before you told them?"

"Yeah."

"Even though I could've done a complete dick move and told the football team?"

"Well…" Dave shifted. "I sort of hope that you don't."

"Even though they'd totally be all insta-supportive and start singing 'we are family' or some crap?" Azimio frowned. "Why?" "Well… what you said the other day." Dave said. "We've been friends since we were eight. And… I remembered my eighth birthday party." Azimio winced.

"Never forgot it."

"I did. Completely. I blocked it completely out of my mind. All that I remember coming out of it was you being my best friend. You told me you didn't care if I held hands with a guy." Dave blushed.

"Well I don't. Still don't hold hands with Tommy Anderson. Fucker is still an asshole."

Dave laughed sadly. "Yeah. I shouldn't even have a relationship or nothin' at this stage." Dave shrugged. "I mean… I'm just really happy that you don't hate me."

"Couldn't ever hate you." Azimio said. They tapped knuckles. "You're my best friend."

"I have a secret." Dave shouted, his eyes still fresh from the happy tears he had shed with Azimio not minutes ago. Santana and Kurt frowned, interested. Dave couldn't get rid of his smile. "All previous times I've tried to say this, I couldn't think of a good pre-speech to give." Dave shrugged, his grin lopsided and genuine. His parents still loved him. He still had his best friend. Therapy was going well. It was working out for him, for once in his life.

"I'm gay." He said, smiling, completely giddy. "I'm gay and almost proud." Glee was shocked into silence. "What, aren't you gonna sing Kumaya or something? We are Family?" Dave chuckled. "Sorry, I just told Azimio and he was totally cool about it. I'm so incredibly happy right now, it hurts."

"So… you're serious?" Sam said, raising his eyebrows. Dave nodded.

Finn smiled and walked down, took his hand and shook it. Rachel ran up and hugged him. Mike shook his hand, Sam not far behind. Santana wrapped her familiar arms around him.

"I'm proud of you Teddy Bear." She muttered. "That was so confident in comparison with mine."

"I feel confident. I didn't want to waste it."

And then Kurt. Beautiful, delicate, sturdy Kurt, who stood in front of Dave, serious and fighting a smile.

"You know that this means you've joined a club that only has three members?" Kurt chuckled. "The CHoMH. The Consciously Homosexuals of McKinley High." Kurt wrapped his arms around Dave, a blush creeping up Dave's cheeks and reaching his ears. "I'm proud of you too."

Dave hugged Kurt back, pretended like he wasn't pretending that they were together, and this was a daily occurrence. Kurt let go and looked into Dave's eyes.

"I just have one inquiry to make before I make my official step into glee territory." Dave turned to Mercedes. "Azimio. Just think about it."

Mercedes raised her eyebrows and smirked. "Consider it thought about." Mr. Shue clapped his hands together and said, "Now. Who else has a secret?"