AN: I'm glad I got such a good response to this. Sorry this chapter is even shorter, but my creative flow isn't going so well, but I think I'll be able to write more soon now that I've got the ball rolling!

Chapter Two: Unresolved

Dave Karofsky checked his phone again to check the time; his history class always seemed to drag on. As soon as he flipped the cell open, a text popped up. Finn Hudson.

Hey dude, hows college?

He had to admit, the kid was okay once you got past his initial dopiness. They weren't really good friends, but they were making it there. Quickly, he responded, and turned his attention back to the teacher. 10 more minutes and he would be out of class for about fifteen minutes before his English class.

Kurts back at Mckinley some kid slammed him into a locker and he freaked

Dave's chest tightened with guilt and he almost tripped down the steps as he left his history room. Even if he wasn't at the school anymore, Kurt would still associate that action with him. Why didn't he just take Hudson's offer after that football game to go apologize? His damn reputation, was everything worth that? The truth was, even if he managed to keep his reputation up and remained high on the high school food chain, he didn't have any true friends. Towards the end, he tried opening up to Azimio, but was rejected. Finn was the only one who gave a shit. Finn and occasionally another New Directions kid would ask how he was doing on Facebook or in a text, but other than that, there was no one. He hadn't really made any friends at the community college he enrolled at mostly because he commuted, so he only saw people on campus and in classes. He wasn't even sure what he wanted to major in, but he still worked out and practiced hockey in his free time. Ironically, the highlight of his day was the chorus class he was taking for one of his requirements. If only Kurt could see that.

Kurt Hummel, a name he often dwelled on. If he had been nicer maybe things would have turned out differently. Even if Kurt had stated that he wasn't the boy's type, he could have tried. Instead he protected his rep and his secret, even if that meant pushing his crush away. It hadn't begun as a crush; he really hadn't liked the kid. All proud and out and in everybody else's face. He was arrogant and snotty and just such a bitch, but Dave figured that when you were always treated like crap just for your sexuality you got like that. He supposed that they were both acting mean to hide everything else they didn't want others to find out and use against them. When he had figured that one out; that was when he began to feel admiration for how brave the kid was, even while he was acting all high and mighty. At least he had been being more true to himself than Dave had, not that Dave was completely out now, but he was getting there.

As much as he would like to screams from the mountaintops, "hey everyone! I, Dave Karofsky, am gay!" he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not until he made amends. There was no way he could just sit by and let Kurt get picked on like that without resolving everything. He wanted to come clean to someone, and the person who would possibly understand it was that kid. The problem was when and how. For all he knew, the kid hated him and never wanted to see his face again.

He says hes fine but I dunno man

He sighed and sat on a bench in a small park and thought for a while before sending a text.

"You think you could help me find a way to apologize?" It was better than nothing.

Sure but I think we should wait for him to adjust you know

Yeah, that would be a good idea. He didn't want to just burst into the kid's life again so soon after Kurt returned to the place where they had so many bad memories. Hopefully there would be a chance where Dave could maybe, just maybe be able to approach the other boy. He just couldn't leave it unresolved.

I'll keep an eye out for an opening and tell you

At least he would have time to think about how to apologize. He wasn't the best about talking about his feelings and stuff, but if given the time, he could work it out. Texting a quick thanks to Finn and alerting the boy that he had English for an hour, Dave stood and stretched before heading to the other building, hope filling his chest.