Dave

I was happy now that I'd turned down the offer to go bowling with some of the guys from football, my excuse being that if I went out at 9 then I wouldn't return until about 11and I was really tired from football training and school work. I was glad that I didn't have to go and face Azimio mainly.

However, in some ways I wished I had gone. It would of meant I could escape my sister, who'd insisted on sitting on my desk chair and asking me a ton of questions, that I felt really uncomfortable answering. It was as if she were interviewing me.

Yeah, I was glad that she hadn't ran straight to mum and dad, and that she was willing to support my decisions. But her questions meant that I had to think more about it, and the more I thought about it the more I thought about Azimio and Strandlo and Tinsley. The more I thought about Kurt and whether or not he'd get shit about this. The more I was forced to think about myself and how much crap I was going to get if everyone found out.

I still answered Lauren's questions, as discreetly as possible in case a nosy parent decided to pass by and realised that my sister and I were actually having a civil conversation rather than bickering.

Then came the inevitable question that I'd been hoping she wouldn't ask.

'So, do you like someone?'

I had no idea how to respond to that. I wasn't sure whether I was prepared to spill a secret that I'd been keeping so close to my chest. Even if I did, was I prepared to spill it to, of all people, my sister.

I waved my hand in the air, vaguely. I hoped she'd take it as a hint to abandon the subject.

'You do, don't you! Who is it? Someone I know, someone from school? Is it the one who texted you about verbal abuse or some crap like that?' she gushed.

I really wished at this point that my denying skills were better. I simply mumbled, 'Do we have to talk about this now?'

A smile spread across her face. 'It is isn't it! Is he... y'know.' She thought of a way to phrase it so that it didn't either offend me or sound obvious in case parents were snooping. 'Is he like you?'

I nodded, focusing my gaze on my feet so that I didn't have to look up at Lauren's expression. I could see that she'd be giving me one of those smiles which I couldn't tell whether or not were evil or just pleased.

'You asked him out?'

'No.'

'You tried to?'

'No.'

'Does he even know you like him?'

'No.'

I hoped that my short answers would give her the hint that I didn't want to speak to her about this. Thankfully, she stood up and made her way over to me, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder before heading to the door.

'Well, you know where I am if you want to talk. Never know, I could give you some good advice, Davey.' And with that she left, shutting the door behind her, leaving me to think about what the hell I'd just told my sister.

Kurt

Finn arrived home at just before 11 smelling of pizza and sweat. Gross. I tried to analyse his expression as he came down into our bedroom. He didn't look confused, but that could have been just a mask. I had no idea what he was thinking.

Finn wasn't the smartest crayon in the box, but he sure as hell was hard to read. His expressions weren't very suggestive and I never knew whether he was pretending to be a certain way or not.

I finished rubbing in my final moisturiser and went to sit on the bed. I needed to act normal, so that if he didn't know he wouldn't get suspicous.

'How was bowling?' I asked, smiling up at his tall frame.

'Great, I got a couple of strikes. But, erm, at the end of the night Azimio said something to me, and I kind of hoped you'd explain it to me.' He paused, taking in my expression. I nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

'He said something like "Tell homo Hummel to stop spreading his gay around"? What the hell's that about?' he asked.

Well at least he didn't mention Dave. What was Azimio's obsession with the idea that I was spreading around my gay?

'Oh nothing, he's probably just trying to get to us,' I suggested. Finn nodded and went to change into his pajamas.

I lay down on my bed, thinking about what Azimio had just said. What was his problem with me? Yes I was gay, yes Dave was gay (even though he didn't know that) but the idea of me making Dave gay was ludicrous.

I pulled up my silky sheets and rolled over. I decided to stay a close distance from Dave and make sure he was acting like his usual self. Even if he wasn't bullying, surely there was a way for him to act more mean. Maybe he'd even yell at me or something, even if it was just to keep up his image. On the other hand, I thought of Dave calling me all those names that he used to and it was like a cold knife in my back.

He'd called me all those things before and I hadn't really minded. Sure, they'd got to me a bit, but I got over it soon enough. But the idea of the 'new Dave' saying those things gave me chills, and not in a good way. It was almost as if he'd be going back on everything he'd said about being sorry and wanting my support. I knew he'd be acting, but it would still feel real.

Maybe it was selfish, sparing Dave's secrets and reputation for my feelings. I just didn't think I could endure such an activity.

But I knew I'd speak to Dave and we'd come up with ways to get back his reputation. I set my alarm and lay my phone next to it on my bedside table, so the first thing I could do in the morning would be text Dave and create some form of plan to show his friends that I hadn't spread my gay to him.

Right, I've realised that so far I haven't really put in much Kurtofsky, only some subtle hints. SO I've decided to start adding a bit more of it in my future paragraphs. Hope you're enjoying :]