Irishofsky.
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I'm so sorry for the long update. Between work and life I haven't found the time. I hope you like this chapter!
"Is this really what your mom meant by showing me around? I managed to find all of these places on my own." Dave sighed as they walked.
"Me mum just wants to get me out of the house." Rory said. "She's always complaining about how I never go out and do anythin'. She probably just made an excuse."
"Yeah I know how that is. My mom was just happy I joined football. It gave me something to do, but she always asks whether there's a girl I like, or if I'm going out with friends, it's annoying."
Dave really hadn't meant to say anything to the irishman all day. His plan was just to go walking with him, let the smaller boy show him around, and then to back to his exploring as was normal, but walking with him, spending time with him, Dave found himself talking, no, sharing information, that he really hadn't told anyone. The worst part was, Rory wasn't letting anything on except for what Dave agreed with. Dave still didn't know anything about this kid except for his name.
What was even more confusing was the fact that Rory hadn't touched Dave since the night before, not even so much as a brush of the fingers. And it was driving Dave insane. He saw a complete flip flop of emotions from the past two nights to today.
They stopped on a cliff overlooking a gorgeous view of grass, and villages as far as the eye can see. Dave sat on the ground and started pulling at the grass, and felt a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively, he leaned into the touch, and the hand didn't move. It just stayed there, on his shoulder until they heard shouts behind them.
"Hey there faggot!" One of them shouted. "Saw ye at the bar singin' again. Didn't know ye was back." A tall boy with black hair and equally black eyes strode toward them. Did ye have fun?" They stopped short as soon as they saw Dave.
"I see ye found yourself a yankee boyfriend, did ya?" They stepped forward, cautiously this time. Dave stood up and smirked as he saw he was taller than the dark haired boy by about an inch.
"None of ye business, Liam. Leave us alone." Rory snarled.
"Don't talk to me that way, we were just makin' conversation."
Dave didn't like the look of this guy. He reminded him of how he used to be, and that scared him. It scared him because he knew what was coming next, and that would be that once Rory was alone, he would be in trouble. Big trouble. The group of four boys wouldn't cause trouble with someone there to witness it. Especially when they don't know what that witness is capable of.
Flashbacks to his past year at McKinley kept flashing in his mind. Looking over at this boy, who strangely looked like Kurt. Kurt, whom he had grown fond of.
"So what if he did?" Dave said defiantly, his hands in his pockets, staring down the shorter boy.
"Well ye are his type." Liam said, looking Dave up and down and then looked to Rory, who's look of shock wasn't very well hidden.
"Don't break his heart. I don't think poor Rory could take it again." That smirk. Dave wanted to wipe it away. "See ya around, Rory."
They watched them leave, and when they were out of sight, Dave felt himself regret what he had just said. He mentally kicked himself.
"So what happened to not being gay?" Rory asked, his hand around Dave's waist again, the same flirty air to his tone, the smirk on his lips.
"I just saved your ass. I didn't mean what I said." He pulled away. "What do those guys have against you anyway?"
"I'm gay, and their homophobes. Easy enough to understand." Rory didn't try to put his arm around Dave again. Instead, he turned around and looked at the amazing view that had been long forgotten.
The sun was setting. "You want to go to the bar?" Dave asked hopefully, trying to get Rory out of his trance or whatever he was in.
"Yeah. I could do with a few shots." Rory strode in front of Dave, swinging his hips in an almost Kurt like fashion. "Ye comin'?"
Two hours later, and several shots, both boys were heavily intoxicated, slurring their words, and stumbling around the pub. They were currently sitting at the bar, laughing at some ridiculous story the bartender was telling them.
"Ye know, I haven't had this much fun in years." Rory said, his words strung out and his accent thick and heavy.
Dave, who was by far better than Rory, but still hammered, nodded. "Meee Neither."
Rory meant to stand up from his stool, but slipped, clinging to Dave, their face inches away. Dave couldn't help but to look into those bright blue orbs, and then suddenly lips attached to lips and everything became foggy and disoriented.