So, I'm really not sure about this chapter. I might rewrite it? I don't know, tell me what you think? And be HONEST!
Dave
Azimio Adams, Shane Tinsley and Christopher Strando were stood against my car, each with a mixture of expressions on their faces. Non of them spoke, they all just glared at me, mainly with confusion.
'Erm, hey guys?' I broke the uncomfortable silence.
'What the fuck was that?' Az asked. Crap, had he seen me with Kurt?
'What was what?' I returned with, trying to arrange my face into confusion and innocence. Tinsley and Strando both exchanged glances with Az.
'First you insist on not locker shoving, slushying and dumpster diving on Hummel, and now you're, what? Friends? More? What the fuck is going on Karofsky? Since when were you on hugging terms with the fag?' Az questioned. His words felt like a cold knife in my chest. I had to concentrate on how to string together my next sentence.
'Dude, Hummel just tutored me a bit in French okay? My mum has been getting bitchy about my grades, kay?' I managed to say. Neither of the guys looked convinced and Strando asked the question that I wasn't sure how to answer without letting them know my secret or that I was becoming friends with Kurt.
'Why are you hugging him then?' Strando asked. Az narrowed his eyes at me.
'Erm, I was just happy cause I'd aced the test. He was the first person I'd come across,' I muttered hesitantly. I wasn't very persuasive and Az was still glaring at me. I decided to give up and just escape. I took a step closer to Az, who was leaning on the front door of my car.
'Scuse, man. I need to get home, I have shit loads of homework,' I said vaguely. Az remained where he was for a moment, and I worried that he wasn't going to move. In fact, no. I was worried he was going to move. Move towards me and punch the shit out of me for public displays of affections with Kurt. But instead her just stepped aside, gaining him curious gazes from Strando and Tinsley.
'Thanks,' I mumbled and climbed into my car. I started it up and drove off as quickly as possible. God was I glad to be out of there. I didn't think I'd exactly convinced any of them, but at least I had all weekend before I had to face them. I hoped they would have forgotten all of this by that time.
I pulled up in my driveway a short while later and relaxed into my seat. I switched off the ignition and took out my phone, quickly composing a text to Kurt.
'Shit! The guys saw us, don't think I really shifted their suspicion :/'
I stayed out in my car for a few minutes, frozen in my seat. Did the guys know what was going on? They better not, or I was fucked. I wouldn't be surprised if they treated me the way that I'd treated Kurt. I could see the lockers shoves and slushies. Worst of all I could the words that tore through my chest as I played them over in my head.
At least I'd still have Kurt. Or would I? Would he go as soon as I was outed? Would he not think I needed support anymore? Would he step back and let me take all the shit I'd made him suffer as revenge?
David Karofsky why do you always end up thinking this way!
Kurt
I'd arranged to meet up with Blaine for coffee after school at The Lima Bean. When I got there I found Blaine, in his usual place outside, waiting for me. When he saw me he gave me a friendly smile. I headed over to him and waited until the gap between us was closed before mumbling me greetings.
The Lima Bean was pretty empty, and it wasn't long before we'd both got our coffees and had sat down at one of the booths. Blaine leant forward on the table before placing his coffee by his left elbow.
'So, how's your week been? I haven't spoken to you since Monday!' Blaine said.
'It's been pretty uneventful,' I replied. 'What about yours?'
'Pretty much the same. Few meetings with The Warblers. We've had a new member, so we've been trying to fit him into some routines for sectionals,' Blaine explained. I realised that I'd completely forgotten about sectionals.
How could I have forgotten? We'd been speaking about it in Glee for the past few weeks and we'd even come up with songs to do.
'Ha, forgot we'd be competing against each other at sectionals.' I giggled into my coffee. I wasn't sure why I found the idea of competing with Blaine so amusing. I guessed it was because I could get to see a full Warbler performance, as well as Blaine being able to witness a New Direction performance. I knew Blaine was a great singer, but I'd never seen any of his routines. I could understand why with sectionals coming up.
I was about to go into a steer the conversation off of sectionals when my phone buzzed. It was Dave.
From Dave: Shit! The guys saw us, don't think I really shifted their suspicion :/
Well this didn't look good. I typed back
'Oh god! What did they say? Do they know?'
I looked up at Blaine, who was studying my expression with confusion. I smiled up at him and he gave me a small smile back.
'Sorry, Blaine. Didn't mean to get distracted. So, what are you doing this weekend?' I queried. Blaine began discussing his plans and I was engrossed in what he was saying, until I noticed 3 boys heading into The Lima Bean. It was the boys from last period, Azimio Adams and Chrisopher Strando, accompanied by Shane Tinsley. I ignored them and went back to focusing on Blaine, but I spotted them from the corner of my eye approaching us.
'Hummel!' Azimio exclaimed, cutting Blaine off mid-sentence. He reached out table, forming a triangle shape with the two burly jocks on either side behind him. 'What the fuck you doing with our boy?'
'What do you mean?' I asked. I had an idea what he was asking, but I wasn't going to risk saying anything.
'First of all he's turned all soft and fluffy and shit and now he's going round hugging you? You've not given him some form of gay have you?' Azimio demanded. I couldn't help but snort at his theory.
'Well, firstly you can't catch gay, you really should pay attention in class. And secondly all I did was tutor him for French. There's nothing wrong with that. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he didn't enjoy himself. And he was just glad that he did well in his test. Sorry to dissapoint you Azimio,' I said in my matter-of-factly way.
'Shut it before I punch your fucking face, smart ass. Stay away from our boy, alright?' Azimio eyed Blaine before adding, 'why don't you just hang out with your bum chum instead, kay?'
Before waiting for me to say anything, the three of them stormed to the other side of the cafe, way out of sight and hearing distance.
'What the hell was that about, Kurt?' I'd forgotten that Blaine was oblivious to all of this.
'Oh, yeah. Dave did well on his French test after I tutored him and we was real happy after school and hugged me in the car park. I guess he thought we were alone. Anyway, those three neanderthals saw us and they got super suspicous and confronted him about. I guess they've assumed I'm spreading my gay around?' I clarified.
I lifted my phone from the table. I had a new message from Dave.
From Dave: They were just asking me all this shit about why I was being so nice to you and since when were we friend? And were we more? Tbh, I panicked and left as quickly as possible.
I quickly typed in
'They've just come into The Lima Bean, accusing me of 'giving you some form of gay'. I did my best to not say the wrong thing. I hope they don't give you any hell for this. Sorry if they do.'
Blaine analysed me for a moment. 'You okay?' he asked.
I nodded convincingly. I wasn't exactly lying. Yes I was okay, but I was worried at the same time for if Dave was okay. I could tell he was worried about his friends finding out about him.
I felt bad for Blaine, he was probably completely confused by everything that was going on and he was also probably feeling a little awkward, but I knew he would stay there for as long as I needed him to. And yes, he was good for talking these sorts of things over with, but right now I decided I'd spare him the confusion and awkwardness and arranged to meet him on Monday after school. Same time, same place.
I decided to use my car ride home to think about the Dave situation. I realised during the drive that I was worried. I was worried about David, and yes I was supporting him and all that, but when did I start worrying about him like I'd worry about one of my friends?