AN: Sorry for the delay everyone! Thank you for the wonderful reviews and favorites and alerts! It's midterm week for me... so things are a bit hectic. But I managed to get this chapter ready to go! I apologize for any grammatical errors as I am running on less sleep than average.

Warning: There is a brief situation including homophobic characters and language appear in this chapter.

Disclaimer:I do not own Glee

Ch 11. Not friends at all

Kurt had been a little bit nervous when Blaine asked him to have coffee with him, Wes and David, but Kurt was nothing if not strong willed. He would not be scared away by David's fiercely overprotective nature. Wes and Blaine were in his life now, and if he had to tolerate David's attitude just to be around them, then he was willing to do it. So with a deep breath he'd gotten in his car after school and driven to the Lima Bean to meet his friends.

Except that when he got there, there were no signs of Blaine or Wes. Just David, standing stiffly with his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing the parking lot and looking for their friends.

"Well this is awkward," Kurt said with a sigh.

"No, really?"

"No need to be rude. I guess this means it's just you and me today," he said calmly.

"I'm going to kill them. They said they'd be here."

"I'm sorry you feel like you'd rather commit homicide than have coffee with me."

The taller boy turned to look at him, and surprisingly looked momentarily apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be a jerk. Well- okay, I'm trying really hard not to be a jerk. I just… don't particularly car for you or trust you."

"Ouch."

"It's true, though. You just stopped talking to them, and then one day you show up out of the blue expecting them to welcome you back with open arms."

"They 'abandoned' me too," he defended.

And really, why was he defending himself to David? He had no right to insinuate that this was all Kurt's fault. It wasn't even any of his business!

"You got so caught up in the joys of public school and the girls that you just forgot about them. They missed a lot. When I first came to Dalton, they talked about you all the time. It was like you walked on air and had a freaking halo. They were really depressed about losing your friendship. So yeah, I think they deserve better. And I think that you don't deserve to be accepted back into the fold just like that."

Kurt was momentarily taken aback. Depressed? Girls? Joys? Joys of public school? Had he ever actually been to Lima before this? Or a public school, for that matter?

"David, I think you might be a little biased about the situation. I mean, first of all- it really isn't any of your business. Second, I'm gay. You know that right? So girls? Not such a big deal. And most importantly, 'joys of public school?' Have you ever seen a public school? I wouldn't particularly describe my life as joyful. Being the only gay kid at school was not on my list of things to be in high school."

David made a noncommittal "hmmm" sound and continued to scan the gray expanse of the parking lot.

"They're not coming. I'm pretty sure this was their attempt at making us get along. This totally has Blaine written all over it. Put two people together who dislike each other until they have to get along. I swear the boy either needs to teach kindergarten or be a kindergartner."

"Sneaky bastards."

Kurt sighed.

"So listen, David, how about we go inside? I'm a little bit old. I'll buy you a coffee."

"Can you even afford that?" David sneered.

Kurt did not appreciate the snobbery.

"Oh no, you did not just say that."

"I definitely did."

"Okay, fine, Peterson. We can go inside and you can buy me a coffee."

"I don't think so."

"Okay, seriously, stop being an ass and get inside. Christ."

Kurt grabbed his scarf and pulled David grudgingly through the doors and into line. Once again it was long. Great- he was cursed to forever wait in line with people he didn't like. It was like his own personal circle of Hell.

He tried to sneakily text Blaine on his phone, but it was obvious that David wasn't oblivious. He had his phone out as well.

To: Blaine:
-This is a set up, isn't it? Why! He hates me enough already!

"So, where are you from?" he asked, trying to break the tension as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

David shot him an 'are you serious' look and Kurt plastered an innocent smile onto his lips. He really really didn't want Blaine and Wes to be pissed at him for not making the effort. Be the better man, be the better man, be the better man. He had to chant to himself to keep from trying to eviscerate the annoying boy next to him.

He was going to be on his best behavior, damn it.

"New York," David answered finally, without looking at him.

He felt himself brighten immediately.

"Really?" he gasped excitedly. "Is it amazing? It's amazing, I know. I love New York. Well- I've never actually been there. But I will, someday! My friend Rachel and I. We're getting the hell out of this stupid god-forsaken town as soon as the caps go up in the air. Literally. Like, the same day. We've got a very extensive plan going on. It includes broadway and NYU and living in a crappy apartment. But really, what is a crappy apartment compared to a miserable crappy life? And I'm totally going to meet Pattie LuPone. And Rachel will meet Barbra…"

"Oh god, just stop," David interrupted. "Is everything about you? You just asked me where I was from."

Oh. Oops.

"Oh, oh no. You are so right. I'm sorry David, really. I just get a little over-excited when I hear the words 'New York' and I can't help but babble away. Can we start again?"

"Let's just order our damn coffee."

Kurt deflated. He was failing miserably at making David like him. Of course, should he really have expected differently? It was very rare for guys to like him, whether it be because he was gay, too effeminate, or too low on the social ladder to be given a second glance. Why would David be any different? His friends in Glee had never really cared for him or been nice to him before Mr. Schue had brought them all together. They had all liked to bully him, and while David wasn't calling him names or tossing him into dumpsters he certainly wasn't going out of his way to be nice. Maybe his perception of Dalton and all of its perfect, idealistic and accepting boys was a bit skewed. Yes, Dalton had a no bullying policy, but they weren't at Dalton now were they?

"Right," he agreed, eyes downcast.

They ordered and paid for their coffee separately. Kurt snagged a cookie, as his addiction was so strong that he literally felt he had no choice, and herded the smartly dressed private school boy toward his usual booth.

"So," he began, trying desperately to grasp at something that might draw the other boy in.

David didn't help him out any in the conversation department. Well, shit. What should he say? Before he could open his mouth again, however, a voice saved him from his floundering.

"Well hey there, fairy. Is this your boyfriend?"

He sighed inwardly. Why? If there really was a God, he would never have allowed his tormentors equal access to his coffee shop. Couldn't he have just one safe haven? It was Brandon Mortenson- another of Karofsky's buddies on the football team. Like leader, like follower.

David looked briefly startled, and flashes of agitation and confusion were cycling through his strong features.

"Brandon, did your mommy walk off and leave you on your own again? This is a place where adults come to drink coffee and have intellectual conversations. Chuckee Cheeze is just around the corner though…"

David gave him a sharp look, brows furrowed.

"Shut your damn mouth, fag," was the reply he received.

David was on his feet in an instant, up in Brandon's face.

"I don't think that it's any of your business what Kurt and I are doing here. You weren't invited to give your opinion on it, so why don't you turn around and walk away right now."

David wasn't any near as bulky as Brandon, but he was definitely well built. Kurt took a moment to admire the way the vein in his wrist stood out as he tensed and how his sculpted jaw clenched tight in annoyance.

Brandon looked a little dumbfounded. He imagined that the boy hadn't expected anyone to actually stand up to him and put up a fight. He looked around and then, with a final glare, turned and walked out of the shop.

David sat back down slowly.

"Some people," Kurt sighed, attempting to draw some humor from the situation.

"Yeah," David intoned. "Listen, I still don't like you. I just hate to see a jackass like him pick on someone who couldn't' defend themselves."

He blinked in surprised. O-kay.

"I'm going to go."

He wasn't given a chance to say anything as David grabbed his coffee and walked away from the table without another word.

He supposed it could have gone worse.

Up next: According to Mercedes and Rachel, Kurt really just needs to man up and admit his feelings for the boy. Cue Warblers, misunderstandings and serenading in the Lima Bean.