A/N: It's 4:30 in the morning and I'm a zombie and I don't know why I'm still awake at this hour, writing, but here I am posting for a third time tonight and I'm damn sleepy, so I'm going to bed. But enjoy this, whenever you read it! XD

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(...Do you see what sleep deprivation does to me~? I get loopy and affectionate. Oh my.)

BTW, before I die, I want to eventually meet Chris Colfer. X3

Chapter 13.

"What the FUCK are you DOING?" Dave roars, shoving Tyler violently off of him until the slightly taller male stumbles backward and his hip runs into the sharp edge of the line of sinks. The beefier male roughly rubs the sensation of the forceful kiss from his mouth, and even goes as far as to spit into the garbage can near him. Dave flushes from head to toe, a flash of heat running through him. It's something akin to rage and hatred and shame and betrayal.

There's rage because he's furious with Tyler for clearly lying about being straight and he's clearly playing that poor, sweet girl Alyssa; there's hatred without question for Tyler's everything; shame lingers in the foreground because Dave suddenly knows how violated and shocked Kurt had felt in the locker room years ago; and betrayal because without meaning to, Dave had just been kissed by someone else while he's dating Kurt.

"I'd say I'm sorry for expressing my feelings the only way I know how, but I'm really not very sorry because you're fuckin' hot," Tyler grins, something dark glittering in his eye. "Just my type, when I'm not hiding behind ditzy fangirls like Alyssa."

What does Alyssa see in him? Dave thinks with a mental growl. This guy is God-awful! Does she even know how he acts around other guys when he's at hockey practice, or alone with some guy, like he is right now? I almost feel sorry for her.…

"You're such an asshole!" Dave hisses, and moves to throw a punch. He lands one directly in Tyler's jaw, and the-gay-who-is-worse-than-simply-in-the-closet howls in pain, feeling something crunch, his jaw weakened. "And you deserve that for playing with a girl's heart and then hitting on me all the time!" In some ways, this Tyler guy is more of a bully than even Dave had been.

For good measure, to make sure that Tyler doesn't get up and follow Dave out any time soon, Dave reels back his foot and jags it sharply into Tyler's groin, hoping that this manwhore becomes incapable of spreading his foul genes to some poor woman's children, a woman whom he eventually marries and screws random guys behind her back.

Dave storms out of the bathroom, leaving Tyler writhing in pain on the dirty public restroom floor, and stomps right up to the table.

"Kurt." He addresses lowly, threateningly. "Let's leave. Right. Now."

Kurt stands and stares at his roommate with sheer confusion. "Dave…? What's wrong?" he poses cautiously.

Alyssa glances between them, and their orders are on the table. Alyssa looks just as puzzled as Kurt, except less suspicious and more lost. "Um… is everything okay?"

"No!" Dave utters between clenched, grinding teeth to try and keep from making too much of a scene. He grabs a waiter as he walks by and demands that the guy get two foam containers for the food. The waiter doesn't need to be told twice; he scrambles off toward the kitchen for the packages immediately. Dave turns back to his "date" and Alyssa and shakes his head briskly. "Alyssa, I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse Kurt and I. Something… something just happened, and I need to leave, and he's my ride. Did you two swap numbers yet?"

"Yes, but –"

"Good. Call Kurt later and he'll tell you. It concerns you, but I can't say it here. I'm really sorry, Alyssa," Dave sighs, and then grabs Kurt's wrist and brings him to his feet. "As soon as we pack up our food, we need to get back home," he relays harshly into Kurt's ear, his head bowed near the shorter boy's.

"Dave, you're scaring me," Kurt whispers in response. Dave releases him with a curt tug, and Kurt glances back at Alyssa, who appears to be both afraid from Dave's urgency and worried about what could be wrong.

The waiter appears with the doggie bags, two square containers large enough for each of Kurt and Dave's meals. They dump their plates, say one last goodbye to Alyssa, and flee the scene before Tyler has time to clean himself up and exit the bathroom. "Give me your keys, Kurt," Dave commands, and Kurt doesn't hesitate to obey.

Kurt glances back at the booth when he's at the exit of the restaurant, Dave way ahead of him by about ten paces. When the singer does so, he sees Alyssa's mouth form the words, 'Tyler, what happened in there?' before he turns and pushes his way out of the establishment.

In the car, Dave is in the driver's seat with Kurt's car roaring into life under his strong hands. Kurt doesn't say a word until they are at the light nearest the Applebee's, and that's when he finally opens his mouth.

"Dave, Tyler followed you into the bathroom. Did something happen in there?"

"Yeah," the hockey player hisses vehemently, and he pounds one palm onto the steering wheel when he gets a red light at the last second. "Dammit!"

"David…" Kurt murmurs, and he's seen the man livid before, but never quite as put-off as this. "Tell me what happened," he says firmer. "But first, take a deep breath in and out."

Dave exhales, inhales, and then says with his next exhale, his tone seething, irate, and other synonyms for furious: "Tyler. Kissed. Me."

Kurt doesn't even bother to mask his shell-shock as he gasps, the sound echoing in the eerily silent car. "No! But… he's with Alyssa, and –"

"Oh, sure, she's all smitten with him, but the guy is about as straight as a Foot-By-The-Foot, which we all know are coiled, have wavy patterns on them, and are fruity as fuck," Dave growls, and he pounds the steering wheel again when it's finally his turn to go. "Finally! Get a move on, granny, the light is green!"

"Hold the phone," Kurt retorts, "How do you know that? I mean, outside of the kissing thing. He seemed totally fine with Alyssa, and –"

"She's a cover-up, idiot! She's like all the girls I tried to be with in high school and failed to like, except I hardly dated them for more than a week so not to hurt them when I dumped them. But this guy Tyler? He's a damn demon, 'cause he's playing this poor girl's heartstrings, using her as a shield for, like, a year now, while he goes around and finds a guy to like and pursues him behind her back! Why didn't I see this coming the day I met him? Why didn't I realize then that he was lying when he said he wasn't gay, and why didn't I notice how he seemed to check out every guy in the locker room? God, I'm such a retard! I only see what I want to see because I'm still in denial about some stuff myself! Shit-fucking-dammit!" he curses in a screech as he speeds up the car unconsciously.

"D-Dave, calm down, you'll get us arrested –" Kurt sputters, and leans over to touch his roommate's arm.

The jock calms down enough to ease off the gas pedal. He leans back and blows air out of his mouth. "Sorry. I'm sorry, Kurt. It's just… I hate players like that. And I hate that he kissed me when I only want you to kiss me, and, a-and – and now I know how you felt when I forced myself on you back then," Dave mutters, and he sighs gruffly as he attempts to lessen his knuckle-whitening grip on the wheel. "I hate him, Kurt. I hate Tyler so fucking much. I want you to tell Alyssa, okay? Be gentle, and tell her, and hopefully she believes you and ditches his ass. It'll hurt her, but if you do it, I think she'll take it just fine in time." He shakes his head as he makes a right turn, but says nothing else.

Kurt inhales sharply. This is a lot to take in. He nods progressively. "Yeah… yeah. I think so, too. She needs to know." Tears sting his eyes. "She'll be crushed. She really thinks she loves him, Dave. And she's so sweet aside from some of her guy-ish mannerisms. And I hate to have to tell her this when I only met her tonight."

"Yeah, well, trust me on this, Kurt: this isn't something we can sweep under the rug and keep a secret, not when it'll hurt her so much more later on. Look, I was really grateful to you back then when you didn't out me in front of our dads in Coach Sylvester's office when she was principal for a while. But Tyler Jurcen? He needs to go down. I need to bash that guy's skull into the ground; figuratively," he adds, trying to sound convincing, but he isn't sure he's succeeding because he wouldn't mind doing the act literally. That guy… he stole a kiss that should belong to Kurt. And he did it behind the back of a friend of Kurt's. And it's all so wrong when it goes against anything involving Dave's boy.

Kurt nods numbly, and when they finally pull into the parking lot of the dorm after a lengthy silence, the first thing Kurt does is catch up to Dave's long strides and take the keys from his sweating, tight-fisted hands.

"I got this," Kurt murmurs, and Dave nods stiffly as he walks up to their room with Kurt in the lead. He watches at the smaller teen unlocks the door and takes Dave by the hand inside the room. "Sit down."

Dave does so, his hands gripping is knees as he sits with a rigid back on the edge of his bed. Kurt kneels in front of his boyfriend and lays his hands over the tanner male's.

"You need to calm down, David," he instructs softly. "Know what always calms me down? 'When The Stars Go Blue,' the version with Bono from U2 and The Corrs."

"I know that song," Dave mutters. "My mom loves that song."

"Do you know the lyrics?"

Dave nods. "Some. I know Bono's parts."

"Good, good," Kurt says, nodding slowly. He locks his gaze with his boyfriend's and doesn't let it go. "Then start. I'll join in with Andrea's parts."

With a taunt voice wavering slightly from unadulterated anger boiling in his gut, Dave begins, "Dancing when the stars go blue…"

"Dancing where the evening fell," Kurt chimes in, his voice soft and lovely, nearly like a female's, but still hinting with something that reminds Dave clearly that Kurt is an eighteen-year-old young man.

"Dancing in your wooden shoes…" Dave continues, trying to smooth out his voice.

"In a wedding gown," Kurt adds, trying to smile.

"Dancing out on Seventh Street, dancing through the underground," Dave croons, and he's starting to relax, his fingers unclenching beneath Kurt's cool hands.

"Dancing little marionette…"

And they both sing, "Are you happy now? …Where do you go, when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? Where do you go when you're lonely… I'll follow you…"

Dave breaks away from the harmony, his eyes closing and his chin lifting to sing, "When they stars go blue…"

"Bluuuuue," Kurt adds, and as Dave repeats the line again, so does Kurt.

Then, "Laughing with your pretty mouth," Dave sings, and casts his eyes downward to Kurt's lips, one of his hands slipping out from under Kurt's hand to brush a fingertip to those palely pink, petal-soft lips.

Kurt falters for a couple beats before snapping out of his daze to sing, "Laughing with your broken eyes."

"Laughing with your lover's tongue," Dave sings with a hushed tone, utterly calm now, as he leans in slightly.

And they both sing with nearly touching noses, "In a lullaby… Where do you go, when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? Where do you go when you're lonely… I'll follow you…"

And the back-and-forth of Dave crooning, 'When the stars go blue,' and Kurt adding a soft, 'Bluuuue,' at the end of the phrase is finished, they are left panting lightly from the longer notes, and staring into each other's eyes.

Kurt ventures, "Are you all right now, Dave?"

Slowly, Dave nods his head. "I think so. Thank you," he remarks quietly. He closes his eyes, a small frown connecting his groomed eyebrows. "But damn it all if I don't still feel his disgusting hands on my shirt and his lips on mine. His mouth was too hot, and his lips too thin, and he felt so much stronger than he should have."

When Dave opens his eyes again, Kurt is right there, half a breath away. "Then let me help you forget it," he murmurs, and then his mouth is teasing Dave's mouth, all tongue and lip and everything right that Dave wants, and what he knows to be how a kiss should feel.

As they part, Dave asks with a weak tone, fearful of Kurt's answer, "Did you need someone to erase my first kiss to you?"

Kurt pulls away and looks anxious. "I… I wanted someone to, yes. I wanted Blaine to take it away, make me forget how brutally you kissed me. But… but as I thought about it more and more, I knew I couldn't ask it of him no matter how much I liked him at the time, and I realized that the pressure I felt on my lips from you – it was full of crushing need and desire, but there was also an underlying tone of, 'please understand me.' And because of that, I decided that it was okay that my first kiss was that way, even if I didn't like that it was from someone I hated instead of someone I loved, because I'm a sucker for drama and there was plenty of it in that kiss." He smiles oddly. "I'm horribly strange, I know."

Dave chuckles softly. "Yes, you are," he says as he brings up a hand to slide into Kurt's hair, his thumb stroking the porcelain boy's jaw near his ear, "But it makes sense in that Kurt-logic way."

Without warning, Dave removes his hand just as Kurt is about to lean in for another kiss. He stands and starts shrugging off his coat, but thinks better of it and slides it back up his arms.

"Kurt, I left some of my hockey gear in your car," he informs his roommate. He glances over his shoulder. "Can I go get it?"

"I think you should wait until tomorrow. You need to get your rest after something so emotionally draining, and I need to call poor Alyssa." Kurt reprimands as though he were Dave's mother. "So why don't you change into your PJs and leave me to my necessary phone call?"

"Fair enough, I guess," Dave heaves a sigh of consent, although he isn't too keen about it. "We locked your car, though, right? So no one will jack my stuff?"

"No one will steal anything, have no fear," Kurt assures as he whips out his cell phone. "I locked it."

"Good," Dave mutters under his breath as he starts stripping, but before he removes his pants he moves to the door and locks the deadbolt. Then, swiftly, he returns to changing into his nightclothes. He listens to Kurt pace the aisle between their twin beds, huffing here and there as he waits for each ring. When Alyssa picks up, Dave can hear the highest pitches of her voice leaking out from the receiver.

Shrugging, Dave leaves them to their conversation as he picks up the containers from Applebee's, searching for his food. He accidentally opens the oriental orange chicken bowl, a dish made of rice and orange chicken and vegetables, first; Kurt's, obviously. He then opens the other, his beef stroganoff, a dish composed of beef strips, sliced mushrooms and sautéed onions in a mushroom-and-sour-cream sauce over egg noodles. He licks his lips, salivating at the very smell of it, before locating a fork and digging in straight from the foam box, the food still plenty warm.

"Alyssa? Hi, it's Kurt. …Yeah, we did rush out on you, I'm sorry about that. Are you still at Applebee's? Oh, of course you are. Um, will you be done soon? …Yes? Okay. When you are, call me back, okay? It's important. No, Alyssa, I can't tell you if Tyler's around. Uh, yes, it involves him as well. Actually, he's the cause for this conversation. What? No, he can't know! Look, Alyssa, it's something I need to speak solely to you about, all right? – Heh, yes, you're my sole confidant on all things juicy and gossip-y. But this one isn't very funny, unfortunately. Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, I know. Call me back soon, all right? All right. Yeah, bye."

And soon the short convo is through, and Kurt is reaching for his own dinner, his stomach putting up quite the fight to have the meal in its clutches. Kurt plops down beside Dave on the floor, opting to rest his back on the headboard of Dave's bed like Dave is doing. The jock hands him a fork, and for a few minutes, they eat in the dead quiet.

Then, "Alyssa seems tired. Apparently, Tyler came back from the bathroom, she asked what happened and if everything was fine, and he told her to, 'shut up and eat.' And, naturally, he's never snapped at her before since he's always played it off like Joe Cool, so now she's as clueless and German transfer student in Brazil, the poor girl." The soprano sighs and shoves a chunk of chicken sprinkled with rice and an almond sliver into his mouth.

"I feel like we're ruining someone's life," Dave grumbles angrily as he chews on a piece of beef.

Kurt nods his head, agreeing without speaking as he continues to eat. After swallowing, he poses gently, "At least we're putting an end to that douchebag's treachery and saving Alyssa at least a tiny bit of future misery." He chuckles sardonically. "Who knows? Maybe she'll freak out in a good way, getting all worked up over the fact that the boyfriend she loves so much is just like something else she loves."

"I'm not following. Does this have something to do with what she was giggling to you about at the bar?"

Kurt coughs on a grain of rice going down the wrong pipe. He says with watery eyes and a hand to his sternum, "Y-yeah, actually," he says, a cough or two still bubbling up. "She loves gays."

"What?" Dave says, disbelieving.

Kurt laughs around another cough. "Yes. Isn't it funny? She's obsessed with homosexuals, but she always thought that Tyler disapproved of them, so she never let her secret out that she reads those gay Japanese comic books and whatnot." He smiles. "I swear, she's my new best girlfriend just because she accepts our kind."

Dave chortles darkly. "Okay, the irony of her boyfriend's sexual orientation compared to how he plays himself off as to her and others is so fuckin' pathetic and tragic that it makes me want to stab rusty nails into my ears. Or, better yet, stab rusty nails in Tyler Jurcen's eyes."

Kurt blinks, lowering his fork with food on it. He stares at Karofsky. "Like I said: sometimes I really don't approve of your inappropriate, morbid humor, Dave."

The hockey jock simply laughs at this, his hand covering his mouth as he tries to chew. Swallowing, he mutters a brief apology before continuing noshing on his supper.

They continue on like that for a while, and when Kurt is nearly finished eating, his cell rings. He checks it, his eyes going wide. "It's Alyssa." He looks unprepared, but answers it anyhow. "Hey, Alyssa," he says shakily, standing from his spot on the floor to dump his box in their garbage and toss his fork into the small sink in the room. "No, it's fine. I'm just sorry I interrupted your dinner. Where are you? …At home, you say? Oh, perfect. Well, see, honey, there's something huge I need to tell you. I mean, mega-super-ultra huge. And I'm warning you now, it might hurt you. …You'll be okay? Are you sure? …You are. Oh. Well, then here goes…"

And Dave finishes off his dinner as he listens to the back-and-forth banter before, finally, Kurt gracefully, considerately explains the exchange between Dave and Tyler in the bathroom – leaving out that Dave beat the guy up, since Dave accidentally forgot to mention it, but it doesn't matter, not necessarily – and there's a small scream on the other end of the line, Kurt pulling the phone away for a moment and Dave quirking an eyebrow at the noise.

Yet Alyssa must be all right, because Dave doesn't hear any sobbing, although Alyssa suddenly loses all of the rises in her voice, and now Dave can't hear anything but the low falls of her tone, a low murmur leaking from Kurt's cellular device.

When the conversation is complete, Kurt is exhaling, gradually sinking onto his own mattress. He shuts his eyes and tilts his head up toward the blank ceiling. "Jeez, what an ordeal."

"Is Alyssa holding up?" Dave dares to ask as Kurt's head droops and his eyes open part of the way.

Unenthusiastically, the gleek nods. His gaze lands on Dave's face. "She didn't cry, which is a good sign. She was shocked, and then hurt, and then angry, and finally, accepting. She's going to dump Tyler tonight, saying something about how she never wants to see his face again, because he might be gay but that doesn't excuse how much of a jerk he's been." He smiles slightly. "She's a strong one, Dave. Tyler was stupid to mess with her. I wouldn't be surprised if she rips into him physically."

Dave laughs some. "Yup, she sure seemed like the type." Following a pause, Dave wonders aloud, "Are the two of you going to be, like, the best of friends now or something?"

Kurt shrugs. "Perhaps. She's interesting, and she'll need somebody to help her get over Tyler, since she really did like him. And I wouldn't mind being there for her."

"Yeah, I can see that," Dave shrugs. He yawns out of nowhere. "Hmm. Think I'm gonna go to bed."

"Without brushing your teeth?" Kurt questions.

The athlete waves this aside. "Who cares about dental hygiene? I sure don't; well, not tonight, anyhow. G'night, Kurt," Dave yawns again, and climbs into his bed. He's snoring gently within minutes.

Kurt, on the other hand, is too troubled to go to sleep quite yet. Sighing, he searches for his stuffed rabbit and holds it up to his chest. "Hiya, Bunny-Hops," he whispers as he shuts off the lamp beside him, the only light source left in the room. He curls up on his bed and waits for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before he speaks again to the worn animal's face. "Things are so messed up. I just hope that Alyssa doesn't spill about Tyler, because as much of a jerk as he is, it would suck if he got outed to the hockey team, because as much as I hate to say this… he can play when he needs to, and I would hate it if he got kicked off the team and made them lose.

"And Dave… I worry that Alyssa with figure out he and I are together and someone else spills and soon he's outed, too, and we both know how much more taboo a manly guy like Dave is if he's found out to be a gay on a sports team. Everyone only tolerated me on the football team because I was an excellent kicker, if I do say so myself. But Dave? As amazing of a hockey player as he is, I don't know if they'd keep him on the team after a secret like that coming into the woodwork."

Bunny-Hops's head tilts to one side as Kurt holds it with lightly shaking fingers. And it seems like a movement of agreement and understanding, so Kurt yawns and allows himself to finally rest his head onto his pillow.