a/n: Oh wow. I have not uploaded in almost a year! I am SO SORRY. My life simply got in the way. I have no reasonable excuse. Therefore I am just going to upload a chapter, and try to keep them coming. I really do want to finish this story.

So here I present Chapter 4. please enjoy.

After Dave left the Hummel residence, Kurt started to panic.

What had he just done?

He must be insane. What other reason could possibly explain why he had effectively just asked Neanderthal David Karofsky out on a date? At the same time, though, he remembered just how Dave had acted in the bathroom and in his bedroom (and if he wasn't so focused he would have realised just how that sounded...). He was so broken, so afraid of himself and everyone around him. If Kurt thought about it carefully, of course it made sense that Dave was so trapped inside himself. No wonder he lashed out.

No wonder he was so angry.

Sighing, Kurt decided that too much analysis of the situation had the potential of messing it up. As strange, bizarre and crazy as it was, Kurt knew that Dave needed him. Kurt got ready for bed, slipping under the covers he turned off his bedside table light and closed his eyes, not realising he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning, it wasn't until Kurt saw the large shirt draped along the back of his chair that he remembered that what happened the night before wasn't just an insane dream. He actually spoke to Dave.

Going over to his desk, Kurt grabbed the now dry polo shirt and carefully folded it, placing it inside his school bag, Dave must have forgotten it in his embarrassed hurry to leave the night before, and now Kurt had to figure out some way to get the shirt to Dave without raising suspicion.

It wasn't going to be easy.

Kurt grabbed some breakfast, said good bye to his father, who was, of course, chomping through scrambled eggs on toast that he had practically burnt to the crisp, and then hurried out to his car and drove to school. He arrived and parked his car and, gracefully as ever, jumped out, looking towards the front doors expecting to see Mercedes, as usual. Instead his eyes were drawn to the one guy he had been thinking about all morning.

Dave.

It was in that moment that he actually realized that he had, in fact, been referring to Karofsky as Dave all morning. He did not even notice, nor was he actively trying to adhere to the other boy's wishes. The boy Kurt now saw on the front steps of their school wasn't stupid Neanderthal Karofsky anymore. No. He was Dave. Simply Dave.

And the thought scared Kurt. More than he would care to admit.

Standing tall and exuding confidence as he always did, Kurt slowly moved towards the front steps to enter the school. He was actively trying not to look at Dave for fear the other boy would overreact or get scared. However, he found his eyes couldn't stop drifting back. Surprisingly, he discovered, not only did Dave notice that Kurt was looking at him, instead of freaking or scowling, he just smiled back at Kurt as he passed. Kurt entered the school and hastily made his way to his locker. He opened his locker and was about to get ready for his first class when he noticed a small slip of white paper he was sure wasn't there before.

Kurt suddenly became worried. This had happened before. These notes were of the anonymous kind. The haters that were too cowardice to insult him to his face. With shaking hands he reached in and pulled out the note and was fully prepared to scrunch it up and throw it out without reading it when he noticed that on the outside of the folded piece of paper was a surprisingly neat, yet incredibly familiar, scrawl that simply read, "Kurt."

He was intrigued. Bullies that usually decided to give him these scraps never wrote his actual name, nor did they usually ever address the hate notes. So he decided to open it. When he did he found a short note that read:

'Sorry for leaving so fast last night. I realised after I returned home that we didn't make any plans for our date. I was thinking I could take you out on Friday, I have a place in mind. I also accidentally left my shirt at yours so I can get it when I pick you up. Let me know. My locker number is 237.

Dave'

Kurt let out the breath he did not realize he was holding and folded the note up and carefully placed it in his wallet. Hearing the bell ring, he hurried to grab all the necessary books and hurried off to his first class of the day. It looked like this was going to get interesting.

As he sat down in his seat for his first class, he got out his notebook, and on a whim also pulled out Dave's note. He read it again, a small smile never leaving his face. He put the note in the front of his notebook and started concentrating on the class. He found, however, that he failed miserably. The note was essentially calling to him to reply, and after fifteen minutes resisting the urge, he gave in.

Slowly and quietly ripping out a small corner of his notebook, Kurt quickly jotted off a short note to the other boy. Short but sweet. He then raised his hand and waited patiently for the teacher to call on him.

"Yes, Mister Hummel?" The teacher asked in a bored and annoyed tone.

"May I please go to the bathroom?"

The teacher, obviously not impressed, simply waved her hand dismissively towards the door while subtly nodding. Kurt took this as permission and quickly rushed out, holding tight to the small piece of paper in his hands.

237...