I know I know i'm sorry. the computer problems did cause me to not have my computer for a while while it was getting fixed but I should have written before this but.. life got in the way. I have also been quite sick, and I have quite the health battle ahead of me, so I may or may not be writing more frequently. I will say thought that I will be continuing the story.. it won't be very long thought I don't think. we shall see.

Enjoy!

Kurt could not believe his eyes, quite literally. He blinked a couple of times before his brain was actually able to comprehend who was standing in front of him, at his front door no less. Because standing in front of him is none other than his lifelong Neanderthal tormentor: Karofsky. In a way, strangely, Kurt wasn't sure what he should do. Should he slam the door in Karofsky's face? Should he yell at him, just let rip? But oddly, he couldn't do either. These possibilities were what he should have done, but he couldn't shake the fact that he was suddenly sure that in front of him stood Dave, the pitiful desperate look on his past tormentor's face made Kurt's heart sink. He knew all too well what that look meant, and despite their past, Kurt decided that, as the saying goes, everyone deserves a second chance.

It may have been the stupidest thing he ever did, he may learn to regret it, but, silently, he stood aside and waited for Kar-Dave to step inside. He just couldn't let the other boy stand out in the rain. He was already soaked enough.

Once Dave walked into the house, Kurt closed the front door, and motioned for Dave to follow him. He briskly walked to the closest bathroom and grabbed a towel and handed it to the stunned Dave. With a muttered "Thanks", slowly, Dave started to wipe his face and dry his hair, still quite soaked but a little less uncomfortable.

"Karofs-," at the suddenly broken silence, Dave looked up into Kurt's eyes, and interrupted. "Dave."

"I'm sorry?" Kurt asked.

"Dave, please…"

"Alright, Dave, I have to ask, what are you doing here?"

At the question, Kurt could have sworn that the bigger boy suddenly looked younger than he ever had before, sheepishly looking at his feet and shuffling.

"I.." Dave started and then suddenly a pained look came over his face. Again he looked up at Kurt and made eye contact.

"I…" he tried again, and again was unable to come up with a reason. Kurt could see the wheels turning in Dave's head and decided to not be his usual snarky self about the jock's inability to form a sentence and just stood in wait. Dave then moved to the bath and sat on the rim, putting his face in his hands, he let out a shaky breath and looked up at Kurt again.

"I… I don't know…"

"You don't know?" Kurt asked sceptically, "Obviously there is a reason why you are here, or otherwise you wouldn't be here, dripping water onto my bathroom floor. Quite logical really."

"Could you just… not?" Dave implored, "This is hard enough for me as it is."

"Hard for you? Yes I know this is hard Dave, I've been through the accepting process as well I know what you are going through, but do you think it's any easier for me? Every single instinct in me right now is telling me to throw you out, let you stay drenched, not care about you, they are even telling me to call my father right now so he can beat the hell out of you. And I have every right to do all of that, and you know it!" Through his tirade, Kurt's voice had been slowly getting louder, and at this point, Dave visibly flinched and looked away. Suddenly Kurt's face fell and he whispered, "God! Why do I want to help you?"

Dave then looked up and their eyes met. It was then that Kurt realised just how broken Dave was. This was not his Neanderthal bully. Standing in front of him was a scared young boy. Kurt then decided that he would spend as long as necessary to find out all he could about the boy in front of him.

"Kar- sorry, Dave, Look." Kurt sighed, "Just talk to me."

"You wouldn't understand." Dave said.

With a slight smile, Kurt turned to sit next to Dave on the bath edge and turned towards him. "I think you'll find, that I may be the only one who will."

By this point they were sitting rather close to one another, maintaining eye contact. They always say that eyes are the window to the soul, and Kurt couldn't help but realise at that moment just how true that statement was. As he looked into Dave's eyes, he saw it. The moment. The switch between fear and acceptance, and he knew, he knew that Dave would be fine… eventually.

"I never wanted this." Dave started, speaking softly, "It was never ok. I grew up in a social circle that viewed being… you know... as being the worst thing you could say about someone. I knew that calling someone a fag was an insult far before I knew what the word meant. When I was younger I knew I didn't like girls. But when you are young, none of the boys did, so I just assumed it was normal. Only then it didn't change. I reached puberty and realised that I still didn't like girls, which was fine, until I noticed that the other boys did. I then knew I was different. Strangely enough I didn't actually realise I liked boys, I just didn't like girls."

At this he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, getting the water out of his eyes. Whether the water was from Dave's rain soaked hair, or from his eyes, Kurt couldn't tell. He decided to just let Dave talk, noticing that the bigger boy needed to let it out.

"I was thirteen when I learnt what gay meant. Only I didn't learn the dictionary definition, I learnt my uncle's definition. 'eh you know that Lenny at work? Yeh he's a gay. Its disgusting that, just plain wrong. His 'boyfriend' turned up at work the other day, and they bloody well kissed in front of everyone. I almost bashed them both right then. Faggots…' it was then I decided that under no circumstances were any of my family to be that disappointed and disgusted with me. That was until I saw you…"

"Me?" Kurt squeaked.

"Yeah, first day of high school. I knew you were gay the instant I saw you. In your prissy fancy clothes, you fit the camp gay stereotype down to the way you walked. And it infuriated me. Not because you were one of those fags I'd been trained to hate, but because I seemed to be drawn to you. It was the first time I felt any kind of attraction to anyone and I freaked out. Then Az turned up beside me and started talking about 'the fag' and how we had to 'teach him a lesson' and 'put him in his place'. And so Az and I started bullying you."

Dave then stood and started to clench his fists. Kurt, in instinct, flinched.

"God I fucking hated you!" he suddenly burst out. "You were so confident and so fucking attractive all the time. I'd get angry every time I saw you. And I didn't object to bullying you, because I got to touch you, I got to see you when you were angry, and you have no idea how hot you are when you are angry…"

By this point Kurt was quite red, thinking back to how the bullying had been done, and gasped when he realised how much contact he and Dave had had in the last few years. Not only that but it was a strange feeling, listening to some talking about how attractive he was. It was a nice feeling, Kurt thought, to feel desired.

"THEN," Dave started, staring down at Kurt, "I started to get angry with myself because not only was I attracted to you, I wanted you! I wanted you so much, but I watched you. I watched you and I knew I would never have you. You hated me, I know rightfully so but, it wasn't just that. Every time you would swoon over Hudson I would get really frustrated. Because I know despite the fact that you said I wasn't you type, Hudson and I are the same fucking type Kurt! And I knew, that despite that, I would still never have you because I FUCKED it up!"

Kurt then stood up and walked towards Dave. Dave's fists were clenched and the boy looked quite angry, and Kurt knew he had to calm him down. Standing in front of Dave, Kurt reached for one of Dave's clenched hands and bought it between the two of them. Dave, surprised, looked down at their connected hands and his fist started to relax. Dave then looked up at Kurt's face and saw tears in his eyes, eyes that held compassion and something that Dave couldn't quite place.

Kurt was at a loss for words, so he didn't even try to say anything. He just laced their fingers together and held Dave's right hand with his left, he couldn't help but notice how perfectly their hands fit together. Kurt then reached for Dave's face with his right hand and cupped the taller boy's cheek.

After a short moment of staring into each other's eyes, Kurt did the unexpected.

He turned and walked out the door…

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