Dave
'Dave! Hurry up I need to get in there!' Lauren bellowed from the landing.
'I'll be out in a minute. God, you have like an hour before you have to leave, chill!' I yelled back. I heard her exhale loudly and storm off to her bedroom.
I didn't normally take so long getting ready, but today was different. I was distracted by the thoughts that were swimming in my head. It was my first full day at school with someone knowing I was gay. I knew Kurt wouldn't tell anyone at school, I knew he wasn't that type of person, but I was suddenly paranoid. What if someone had overheard us? What if Kurt secretly went a laughed about me behind my back?
No. I couldn't think like that. I didn't know what I was getting worked up about. No one knew except for Kurt, and he said he was going to support me.
I unlocked the bathroom and was almost immediately shoved out by Lauren, who slammed the door behind her. I grabbed my letterman jacket and bag at the bottom of the stairs and called 'I'm off to school! See you when I get back' to whoever was listening. I faintly heard a 'Have a good day!' from my mum.
The drive to school was quick. Quicker than I wanted it to be. The paranoia was setting in again, but I forced myself out of the car and into school. Az caught up with me on my way to my first class and initiated in some small talk. I joined in, but couldn't help noticing that we were approaching Kurt. I tried to ignore him and walk past, no eye contact, no locker shoves. It was easier that I thought it would be, but it was also easily noticable.
'Laying off Hummel, huh?' Az questioned. He knew that everytime I'd passed Kurt recently I'd shoved him.
I nodded. 'Erm, yeah, Figgins is on my back,' I muttered vaguely.
Az studied me for a moment but then returned to his small talk. I let out a disguised sigh of relief. I'd thought that he knew for a moment. I urged my heartbeat to slow as I entered French and took my usual seat, before taking out my phone. I knew I probably seemed really clingy with my sudden texting spree, but I liked to know that Kurt was still there for me and I wanted to show that I really was trying to be his friend now.
'How was your night with Blaine? Get lucky? ;)'
I was hoping that would come across as friendly rather than flirty or nosy. I was trying to say that I wanted to get to know Kurt, wanted to know what was going on in his life. My phone vibrated on the table.
From Fancy: Haha, not yet, it was only coffee. How's school so far?
Well I guessed he was taking it as friendly. I smiled as I typed my next message.
'Alright, I have French now. I fail at French xD'
As the message sent, Shane Tinsley came and sat next to me, dumping his books on the desk.
'Who's the lucky girl?' he asked, examining the smile on my face.
'Oh, it's no one,' I mumbled, my face was suddenly flushing. 'Someone I met at my sisters birthday.'
'Older woman, yeah?' Shane questioned, his eyebrows raised. 'Impressive dude!'
I laughed and changed the subject to football, talking about the game coming up soon. I really had to start acting better or someone would get suspicous. I was used to acting like I was straight, but when I knew somebody else knew that I wasn't, it suddenly seemed more difficult. My phone distracted me, vibrating on my desk.
From Fancy: Need some tutoring? I happen to be doing exceptionally well in French :]
Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that. When he said he'd support me, I assumed he'd just meant in with problems concerning my sexuality, not my grades. I guess he got the hint about me wanting to be friends. But for some reason I couldn't help but think that maybe something was going on. Does this mean he trusted me? I was sure it was way too soon for him to start trusting me. However, I couldn't miss this oppurtunity to show him I appreciate his friendship.
'Sounds great! Thanks Fancy'
Kurt
I put my phone in my bag as Mercedes came and sat in the empty seat beside me. She smiled at me.
'That Blaine?' she asked and I nodded. I didn't want Mercedes to know I'd been texting Dave. She'd probably lose her head and I didn't really like the idea of explaining to her why I was texting him.
'Yeah, Blaine and I have been meeting up a lot recently, just for coffee, nothing special. Well, I don't think it's special for him,' I explained to her.
'Well he must like you in some way if he's still arranging to meet you for coffee and texting you. It might just take some more flirting to get in his pants.'
I immediately flushed pink. 'Mercedes! I don't want to get in his pants, I just want to... I don't know, be with him?'
Mercedes smirkered. 'Yeah basically you want to get in his pants Mr Hummel.' I coughed uncomfortably. Luckily I was saved by the teacher entering the classroom. However the thoughts of my relationship with Blaine were swimming around my head.
I had every reason to want to be Blaine's boyfriend. He was funny, supportive, kind and not to mention very good looking. But I couldn't help feeling that I was fighting a losing battle. Yeah, Blaine was gay, but that didn't mean he was interested in me. He was quite difficult to read. I didn't know whether he was flirting or just being friendly. I didn't know, nor had I asked, if he was into anyone at the moment. I was kind of worried that I wouldn't like the answer.
When class was finished, Mercedes and I went to our lockers. Dave walked past and, like he had this morning, completely ignored me. I assumed it was so it didn't look suspicous, but I couldn't tell whether or not it was the 'new Dave' I was seeing. He seemed so different compared to the Dave that had spoken to me in the choir room.
Mercedes noticed me eyeing him as she fumbled with her locker combination. 'Karofsky still harrasssing you?' she asked.
'No, he's actually not even approached me recently. I'm not sure whether he's backed off though. I'll just be glad if he has,' I replied.
'Well good! He better not harrass you anymore. If he does, I say go straight to Figgins about it. You shouldn't have let him start pushing you around in the first place,' she said.
Her expression of concern was touching, I knew that she cared about me a lot and I wanted to explain about Dave and the whole reason of why he was bullying me, but I knew she wouldn't understand. She wasn't like Blaine. Blaine knew about being bullied for his sexuality and he knew what it was like for people to find out about it. He'd be able to help me with Dave where as Mercedes knowing would be pointless. She wouldn't know what it was like to be in the position Dave was in.
'Don't worry 'Cedes, I'm fine,' I told her.
I took out my phone and noticed I had a new message. This one really was from Blaine.
From Blaine: Hey Kurt, how's everything going? How's the Karofsky situation?
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Blaine's concern. I knew he didn't quite trust Karofsky yet, but was willing to support him if I was. I quickly replied back.
'He's not harrassed me at all, in fact he's completely ignored me. If he was caught making contact with me, but not bullying me then people would get suspicous. Thanks for asking btw.'
'Ready to go?' Mercedes asked, closing her locker. I smiled at her and nodded and we headed off to our second lesson.