Dave had rushed home as fast as he could. This way, his dad could leave early for work and he'd have a little more time to make the house as presentable as possible for Kurt. He assumed that Kurt's house would be extremely tidy and clean and Dave's lack of time and parents meant that he didn't get much tidying done.

So Dave had got home, waited for his dad to leave and rushed around the house, picking things up and rearranging table decorations, quickly running a duster over shelves. Holly had sat on the sofa, her legs carelessly dangling over the edge, watching her brother rush around.

"Dave? What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

"Just having a quick tidy up. I have someone coming around," Dave explained.

"Who? Is it your girlfriend?" Dave nearly choked on the word 'girlfriend'.

"No, just a friend of mine."

"Is it a girl?"

"No."

"Then why are you making such a fuss? You don't make this much fuss when Z comes around."

"I just thought it'd be nice to have a clean house for once, make a good impression, yeah?"

Holly pulled a curious expression. She continued to watch as her brother began rearranging and scattering cushions on the sofa. He disappeared upstairs for a while upstairs, probably tidying his room a little. The doorbell sounded and Holly ran ahead to open the door.

The boy at the door was tall, just a little shorter than Dave. His hair was neat and his clothing was perfectly matched and immaculate. Holly noted that, for a boy, he was really … pretty.

"Are you Dave's friend?" she asked.

Kurt nodded just as Dave came rushing down the stairs.

"Holly, what have I told you about answering the door? You had no idea who it was." He looked past Holly and saw Kurt standing in the doorway. "Kurt, c'mon in!"

Kurt stepped into the hall, kicking his shoes off out of habit.

"Your house is really big," Kurt commented, gaping around at the large hallway. Dave automatically flushed.

"Erm... yeah. Lawyer dad and all that," Dave muttered.

"Impressive, Karofsky."

"Dave? Who's your friend?" Dave had almost forgotten that Holly was still standing, looking back and forth between Dave and Kurt.

"Oh, Holly! This is my friend Kurt. Kurt this is my little sister Holly."

"Very nice to meet you Holly," Kurt said, politely.

"Are you on the football team with Dave?" Holly asked curiously.

"No, I'm not. I go to school with Dave though," Kurt explained.

"Oh. Dave doesn't normally bring home friends who aren't on the football team."

"Holly! Why don't you go play in your room?" Dave moaned.

"I can't! I ripped my dolls favourite dress and I can't sow."

Dave huffed at Holly's lack of obedience. Dave couldn't sow to save his life, so how was he going to fix this? He was about to suggest she call their aunt and see when she could stop by, but Kurt came to the rescue?

"May I?" he laughed, delving into his messenger bag and pulling out a small box. "I always carry this round after that time that I split my jeans. I admit they may have been a bit too skinny."

Dave gulped, but it was covered by Holly's excitement. "Oh my god!" she squealed and ran upstairs to grab her doll's dress.

"I'm sorry about her, Kurt. She's a bit of an attention seeker," Dave explained, but Kurt just chuckled.

"It's fine. She's sweet. Anything for a bit of fashion experience, yeah? It won't take a minute."

Holly reappeared clinging onto a piece of fabric with a nasty tear exposed. She lead them into the living room and motioned for Kurt to sit down. He took the fabric from her and began by taking out a needle and thread and starting to sow.

"You're so cool, Kurt. Non of Dave's other friends can sow."

"Thank you, Holly. I wouldn't expect it either. I'm used to making clothes and costumes so this is nothing."

Dave thought back to the various costumes he'd seen Kurt in. He assumed he'd made that Lady Gaga outfit and a lot of the clothes he wore didn't look like they could be store bought.

Kurt finished sowing up the dress and tore the thread with his teeth. He handed the dress back to Holly who smiled at him.

"Thanks, Kurt. I'm going to go upstairs, but don't forget to say bye to me!" Holly demanded before skipping upstairs.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about her," Dave apologised but Kurt just smiled.

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, enough about that. You wanted to talk, yeah?"

"Yeah, but I feel bad."

"Why on Earth would you feel bad?"

"Well, you've just started being nice to me, I don't even deserve that. In fact that's the least I deserve. So now dumping all of my troubles on you makes me feel like I'm bothering you. I don't deserve any of this," Dave said with a guilty frown.

"Don't think like that. You didn't force me into this, I gave you a chance. Everyone deserves a second chance, and this is yours. So far you're doing well. So spill, Karofsky!"

"I-I...It's a little...embarrassing."

"Just tell me, Dave. I won't judge you or tell anyone or anything."

"It's you."

"M-me?" Kurt stammered. Perhaps his theories had been correct.

"No not you. Well, yes you. I don't mean it's your fault, because it's not your fault. But … you know I've been having bad dreams?" Kurt nodded, waiting for Dave to continue. "Well they've been... about you."

Dave didn't meet Kurt's gaze as he said it. He was already embarrassed enough.

"What sort of dreams?" Kurt asked calmly.

"Well, they started with you being horrible to me. A lot of it was just a repeat of the things you said in the locker room, but those weren't that bad. I knew I deserved that from you so I just figured it was sub conscious punishing me. But then it sort of flipped... and I started hurting you. Oh god, that sounds bad. I'm sorry."

"No, continue," Kurt insisted.

Dave took a deep breath and carried on. "It's a lot like when I was bullying you, but it was worse. The same acts, but the injuries got worse. You got really hurt, cause of me. I-it's terrifying! I'm really sorry, and about the calls and texts. I just couldn't stand it. I needed to know you were alright. Oh god, I'm just going to shut up now," Dave grumbled, hiding his pink face in his hands.

"David, it's fine! Honestly, don't be embarrassed. It's not your fault, so don't even blame yourself. I can see this is upsetting you, but I need you to know that I'm fine! You never hurt me that bad before and I trust that you never will. Look, when my mum died, I used to be terrified that one day I'd wake up with no parents. I'd have terrible dreams about waking up to an empty house or that my dad was as ill as she was and was going to die like her. I was so scared and I used to run into my dads room and climb in with him, just so I knew he was there and he was okay. I completely understand what you're going through."

Dave had never considered that Kurt could feel that way. In fact, he completely forgot that he could be scared like a normal person. Yes, Kurt expressed himself and exactly how he felt all the time, but Kurt put on his brave face so often that Dave forgot he could be scared. Of course he could be scared, Dave had made him feel that way at one point.

"Kurt... you really always know what to say, don't you?" Dave muttered with a chuckle.

"Yep. I'm kind of used to having to say the right things," Kurt admitted.

"Dating Blaine?" Dave quickly said before thinking. He waited for Kurt to moan at him, he hadn't meant to let that slip. But instead, Kurt actually nodded with a guilty smile.

"Yeah a little. It was more like if I didn't say the right thing he'd go all off on me," Kurt explained.

"Like what?"

"He just loved to be loved. If I joked around and said anything that sounded negative about him then he wouldn't like it."

"Wow. You deserve better than that, Kurt. You deserve someone to adore you and have a laugh with, not someone you're afraid to be yourself around," Dave murmured, before realising he was speaking without thinking again and snapping his mouth shut.

"Woah, looks like Dave Karofsky's turned into a softie," Kurt commented with a smirk.

"Well, I can no longer hide my inner teddy bear," laughed Dave raising his eyebrows.

"You really are a teddy bear. All gooey on the inside. Like the way you act with your sister. It's … cute," Kurt said. Dave automatically swallowed.

Kurt thought most things were cute. Dave mustn't take these things personally. Kurt wasn't saying he was cute, he was saying his relationship with his sister was cute.

"Well, my sister may be the most annoying girl on Earth, but I she has me wrapped around her little finger," Dave admitted, adding a laugh.

"I can see that. She's just as feisty as her brother."

"She somehow manages to convince me to do everything. I must have watched Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory a million times... though I must admit I've grown to love that film. Actually, I'd go so far to say that it's my favourite film now."

"Oh, yeah? I love that film. I love the songs too. I now pretty much all of the words to all of them."

Dave looked sideways to Kurt who was smiling at him.

"Want to test that?" Dave asked, strolling over to the DVD cabinet and picking out the correct film. He flashed it at Kurt, who's grin broadened and he nodded enthusiastically.

As Dave settled back into the sofa, armed with the remote control, he looked around at Kurt who was positively grinning. He smirked at him and jabbed the button to play the film. This couldn't be happening. He was watching his favourite film with Kurt Hummel, who he was expecting to sing along with the film. Things couldn't get any better, surely?

This 'scene' will be continued in the next chapter, but first of all I wanted to get an update up as soon as possible and secondly I didn't want this chapter to be two long. Also, I plan to add more to my other story if any of you have read that. I hope you like this and if you don't then please tell me any improvements I can make. I love good reviews but I want everyone to enjoy it :) Thanks for reading/reviewing/alerting.