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Chapter Two

Dave had been sitting in Scandals for over an hour, nursing a beer. He often came here just to watch people and blow off steam. Life at home was crazy. His father hadn't been too proud of the way he'd acted while at William McKinley High School. And the abrupt turn–around had sent him off to a round of drug and behavioral testing, thinking that there was something wrong.

But the thing that was "wrong" couldn't be fixed at a detox camp or in therapy. His attractions were something he was never able to come clean about to his father. When he snuck out and came to Scandals, he always let his father assume he was sneaking out to go to a different club. He never affirmed when his father gave him a grin and a wink and a playful punch on the arm.

His father was happy with the calm that had come over his son when he transferred to Lima Senior High School. His grades picked up and he stopped the bullying.

Dave shook himself from memories and looked up only to catch sight of a guy closer to his age coming into the room. He was tall and dark-headed and quite good looking. But Dave also knew he was a jackass.

He flashed to a night similar to this one a few months before when this same guy had brought Kurt Hummel and his boyfriend Blaine Anderson to the club to have a good time. And he had monopolized Blaine's time, dancing with him and flirting with him too much and ignoring Kurt.

Dave thought about his time at McKinley. He hadn't been much better to Kurt. He had been so dead set on keeping his secret that he deflected everything onto the smaller, more comfortable-with-himself Hummel. He was an easy target. And all the other football players were doing it.

He'd always been one to follow the crowd. He wanted to be accepted. He wanted to keep everyone from questioning him. He'd dated all the hot "It" girls at both his previous school and the current one.

And he realized as he watched the other underage boy make his way to the bar, eye-fucking every guy he passed, that they were different in as many ways as they were the same. The biggest difference was that he was sure everyone knew about the other guy's orientation. Very few knew of Dave's.

He ordered another beer and kept up his observation. Sebastian, he remembered as he watched, ordered a drink for himself and looked around as he waited for his order to be filled. He sneered at others and hurled lewd comments their way.

"Hey, baby." He purred to a middle-aged man. "Who are you going home with tonight?"

"Not you." The man said and turned away.

"You don't know what you're missing." He said to his back.

Dave saw the look of hurt cross his face for an instant before he recovered and walked into the small group on the dance floor. He rubbed against the backs of other men. They responded. He even boldly kissed a few.

Dave shook his head and turned back to his drink. Needy. Desperate. Just like himself. That's why he'd thrown himself around so much, wasn't it? It was why he was always so unkind to Kurt and all the others. He wanted desperately to make it right.

But how? He'd apologized to Kurt. There weren't enough words in the world to truly make it right, but he'd done it. And Kurt had accepted and seemed forgiving the last time they spoke.

I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny

Dave let out a laugh at the song. It was, though he would never admit it to anyone, one of his favorite songs. He got up and took his beer to the floor. He stood on the outside of the group and danced a little, but not much. He didn't want to draw too much attention. He sang along with the confusing rap, never missing a word. A few nearby dancers stopped and listened.

So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!

The song was over. There was a smattering of applause. Red in the face, Dave just smiled and raised his bottle. He turned when the new song started and returned to his seat at the bar, burying himself in his drink and his thoughts.

He felt a body pressed against his back. A husky voice spoke, "Now that your tongue is loose, would you like to help me out with something?"

"Hardly." Dave said, keeping his head down.

He leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "I bet you're good."

"Well, you'll never find out. So get lost." But a small part of him wanted to prove the jerk right.

Sebastian scoffed. "Whatever." He returned to the crush of bodies on the dance floor. More people had started to arrive and there were probably a few that he hadn't molested yet.

Dave stared down for a while longer before turning and finding Sebastian in the crowd once more. He had to be saved. Dave knew it. He just had to figure out a way to do it.