So, I've recieved positive feedback and decided to work on this story as much as possible as well as adding to my other story. Anyway, here's chapter 2! Enjoy! And thanks to anyone who reviewed or added me to your favourite author/story! I really appreciate it. :D

Dave hesitated about calling back Kurt. His mind was buzzing with questions.

Why had Kurt saved his number? Why would Kurt be calling him? What the hell happened last night?

He forced his mind to think back to last night, ignoring the throb that overcame him as he did. He just remembered hating himself. He'd kissed Kurt. Kurt knew he was gay. Kurt and his freakin' boyfriend had spoken to Dave rather loudly about it. How long was it before everyone knew?

So he hated himself. It was all his fault that this was happening. If he hadn't kissed Kurt, he could have stayed the crazy closet-case that he'd been rather comfortable with being before. Most of all, Kurt was probably mega pissed off at him. Who would want Dave kissing them? He was sure Kurt had a type, and whatever it was, it wasn't Dave.

Dave's immediate solution was to bury his troubles in the bottom of a bottle of vodka and that weird smelling stuff that Azimio had given him at Mullins' house party. He remembered drinking it, but after that only parts of the night, those particular snippets of memory being rather fuzzy and broken.

He didn't recall at any point contacting Kurt. He skimmed his previously sent texts and there were non to Kurt, just some rather messily written texts to Azimio telling him that he'd drunk that stuff he'd given him and it tasted worse than it smelt. He then went on to looking at his previous calls. He saw that there was an outgoing call at 3.45 this morning to Kurt. 3.45? God, Kurt was going to kill him.

He jabbed at Kurt's number and held his phone to his ear. It only rang twice before Kurt answered hastily.

"Hello?"

'"Erm, Hummel. You called me this morning?" Dave grunted, unsure of what he'd said and how pissed off Kurt would have been about it.

"Oh, yes. I wanted to talk to you about last night," Kurt told him.

"Last night?"

"Yes, you called me. I take it you don't remember?"

"You may have to remind me of what I said and how much I'm going to have to apologise," Dave muttered. He realised there was no point keeping up the big tough bully act around Kurt, he saw right through it. Anyway, why annoy him even more than Dave was sure he was annoyed now?

"Well, you erm," Kurt mumbled uncertainly. "You might have told me something rather personal."

"Involving?" Dave said sharply.

"Me," was Kurt's reply.

Dave froze. Well shit. What had he told Kurt? There were a lot of things personal to Dave about Kurt. Which of these had he let slip?

"Oh. Erm. I d-don't suppose you could be m-more specific?" Dave stammered.

"You... You told me that you..." he reconsidered what he was about to say. "...You said you had feelings for me."

Dave gulped. That could have meant anything to him. Dave harboured so many feelings for Kurt, he wasn't sure which he'd have drunkenly told him about.

"Oh..." Dave mumbled. Shit, how obvious could he be? "I-I'm sorry, I was really drunk." There. Not denying it, not confirming it. Simple.

"Is it true?" Kurt whispered. Did he really have to ask that?

"It depends on what I said," Dave told him.

He heard Kurt take a deep breath before saying, "You told me why you kissed me, your opinion of my ass and my voice and that I'm a-amazing. Oh and you started crying."

Dave felt heat flush through his fact. "Oh. Shit," he choked.

"So..."

"I'm sorry if I woke you Kurt," Dave interrupted. "And sorry for everything I said and I'm sorry for... everything. Just sorry."

"I take it you're sorry," Kurt commented sarcastically. "You know you never answered my question."

"Yes."

"No you didn't," Kurt mumbled.

"I'm answering your question. Yes."

"Oh. Look, David..."

"I have to go. Bye, Kurt" Dave cut in and hung up, dropping the phone as if it had suddenly caught fire. He was not going to go through the whole 'I don't see you that way' or 'I have a boyfriend'. Whatever people usually said when they wanted to make it clear that they didn't have feelings for you.

Dave rested his head in his hands. Why did he even tell Kurt it was true? He didn't have a chance with him. Kurt was just the hot gay guy that lusted after that slick haired private school guy. Dave wasn't exactly the sort of person Kurt would go for.

He groaned to himself, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. He was an idiot. Plain and simple. He was a fucking love drunk idiot and he knew that. Kurt knew that.

Kurt didn't ring back, or text. Dave didn't expect him to either. More like he hoped he would.

What must Kurt have thought of him? He'd cried! That made him look weak and pathetic. Any idea that Kurt had had about Dave being scary or tough must have gone by now. Now that Kurt had seen this side of him.

Dave fought back his anger and annoyance at himself. This was how it had all started. Him hating himself. If he hadn't hated himself then he wouldn't have drunk in the first place. Okay, he had to stop blaming him hating himself on kissing Kurt. He was sure he hated himself before that.

Probably when he realised he wasn't normal.

When Az began to pine over female celebrities and Dave would pretend to think the same, when in fact he saw no appeal in them whatsoever. The only celebrities he noticed in that particular way were male. He didn't tell Az this. He didn't tell anyone this. He went along with the charade. But he began to notice more.

When all the girls at school started to get hips and boobs and all the boys went crazy, Dave only seemed to notice how some of the boys had a really nice jawline or how muscular they'd become. He still didn't tell anyone. He didn't give any hint of this until he'd kissed Kurt.

So he couldn't blame kissing Kurt on this, although it did make it slightly worse.

He just blamed that fact that he always managed to screw up majorly.