Kurt

Monday came around faster than it probaly should have and Dave and I had gone over the plan a million times. When he was with Azimio, or another one of the guys close to him and Azimio, he would walk past me and call me something. At first he was reluctant, saying he'd promised that the bullying had stopped and he didn't want to start it again, but I reminded him that he wouldn't actually mean it and I wouldn't take it to heart.

So as planned, Dave stuck close to his group of friends, an awkward tension lingering over them as Dave attempted not to bring up me or their conversation on Friday. I hadn't seen him all day and was sure that he was avoiding me in order to not have to yell anything at me.

After fourth period I was standing by my locker with Mercedes when I caught Dave out of the corner of my eye, strolling down the hall with Azimio. I braced myself for it, going over it in my head so I could adjust to it. But then it came.

'Oi homo, move out my way,' Dave grunted, pushing me lightly closer to the lockers. saw Azimio shoot him an approving smirk and I knew that this had worked. I was set to arrange my face into anger or sadness or however I'd normally feel when Dave used to yell things at me, but I didn't have to. I felt a chill rush through my body and I realised that Dave treating me the way he used to hurt more now. It was as if he'd stabbed me in the back after gaining my trust. And yes I knew it wasn't real, I knew he didn't mean that, but somehow it hurt more. I tried to shake it off, turning back to Mercedes to continue our converstation, but she looked shocked.

'Kurt, I thought he'd stopped. I thought he was being all nicey-nicey now?' she exclaimed.

'Oh, ignore it 'Cedes. It's nothing just a bit of male humour,' I insisted but Mercedes didn't look so plesased.

'I'm not so sure, Kurt. If he does or says anything else I'd go to Figgins or Mr Schue. You can't let him get away with being the homophobic jerk he is!'

I shrugged at Mercedes. I really wanted to tell her, it's just a plan, I'm in on it, Dave is still 'nicey-nicey'. But I didn't. She would probably go mad at me. She still saw him as the homophobic jerk who bullied me for years, not the scared, gay Dave who'd been so nervous when he'd come to speak to me and so relieved when I offered support.

'It's fine, don't worry about me. I don't let it get to me, honestly,' I said. Mercedes still didn't look too happy, but whether I decided to tell her about Dave or not she'd not be happy.

'C'mon 'Cedes, we said we'd meet up with Rachel for lunch,' I reminded her, attempting to steer off of the conversation about Dave. She hesitated, as if about to say something, but then nodded and walked off with me.

Dave

Well our plan seemed to have worked. After saying that to Kurt in the corridor, Az had given me a friendly slap on the back and said 'Welcome back, man.' But the look on Kurt's face was still in my mind. Either he was a really good actor or I'd actually hurt his feelings. It took me back to when I used to bully him and I winced at the memories of his terror. The look on his face that I hoped I'd never see again had returned and, even though it was planned, I regretted it. I regretted speaking to Kurt and I felt the urge to run back and apologise.

But I couldn't. And I hated it. I hated the feeling that I'd somehow broken whatever trust and friendship had been there between Kurt and I. I had to know that Kurt hadn't been hurt by what I'd said, I had to know that he was still here for me. I whipped my phone out and sent a quick test, holding the screen at an angle that meant Az couldn't see it.

'I feel really bad about that :/ Sorry that even had to happen. I'll be more careful now with the guys now, Fancy. Only see you face to face outside of school? God this sucks!'

I hoped that would clear up that I really hadn't meant that. That I was sorry about it. That I didn't want to hurt Kurt.

I went to lunch as usual, meeting up with the guys and sitting at a table as they devoured pizza and nachos. I sat with a plate of chips, pushing them around. I really didn't feel like eating, which was strange for me. So I handed them to Az, who ate them without hesitation. He never seemed to notice that I was acting differently. Thank God.

I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. Two new messages?

Mum: Dave, your father and I when you get back, he has a work dinner tonight and we're staying in the hotel where it's held. There's some food in the fridge, all you need to do is heat it up. If you're still having trouble with that ask Lauren. Love you sweetie xx

Ha! As if my mum would worry about me not being able to heat up food! Did she think I was mentally retarded or something? I went to the next text.

Fancy: Don't worry about it Dave, as long as the plan worked. And yeah, outside of school. Sounds like a plan to me :)

That made me feel a whole lot better, know that Kurt didn't mind. Or did he? He didn't actually say that he didn't mind. Just told me not to worry about it. Shit, this didn't get to him did it? I really did have to apologise.

'Wanna come to mine after school? My parents won't be in and you can stay for dinner if you want.'

Crap, had I really sent that? Of course he was going to say no. Why the hell had I just done that. My parents won't be in? Really, Dave? He was going to take it the wrong way wasn't he. May as well just keep my foot in my mouth permenantly. I winced as my phone vibrated and braced myself to read it.

Fancy: Yeah that sounds good. Meet you there :)

Seriously? He'd just accepted. To come to my house. After school. Where we'd be alone. Accept for Lauren. Damn it Lauren!

That text got me through the rest of the day. The idea of Kurt coming to mine. I couldn't help but smile, not being able to think of much else but Kurt. His flawlessness making him stand out to everyone else. The way he giggled and smirked and crinkled his nose. And all that was going to be at my house. He hadn't said no.

'David, what's the answer?' I snapped out of my daydream immediately and realised I hadn't been listening at all. The whole class was staring at me. Az nudged me and whispered the answer under his breath. I said it and the teacher went back to whatever the hell we were actually learning. I gave Az a grateful smile, but he looked confused. Act natural Karofsky!

Kurt

The final bell went and I had to remind myself not to sprint out of school. Dave had invited me to his house. Why did that make me feel so happy? It was just like Rachel or Mercedes inviting me to their houses. Just friends, that's what we were. But I was beaming as I approached my car, accompanied by Rachel, who was too busy going on about this solo she'd been working on and how great she was to actually notice my expression.

She kept me at my car for another 5 minutes, telling me something about Finn, but I wasn't really listening. I was thinking of different excuses to leave.

'Sorry Rachel, I have an English assignment due tomorrow and I really do need to get it done,' I said and before she could respond I'd climbed in my car and started the ignition. I drove to Dave's, remember the way from when I'd gone to his to tutor him. Only that time I hadn't been invited. Not that he was upset or angry that I'd gone to his without me inviting him. Well I didn't think he was.

I was glad to be seeing him again, without him calling me a homo. I knew he didn't mean it, but the words were still ringing in my ears. And he'd apologised. He was so cute.

Wait, what? Had I just thought of David Karofsky as cute? I didn't know where that had came from, but as I thought about it more I saw I was right. He was cute. Not when he was being all rough and tough with his friends, but when he was talking to me and texting me. When he wasn't acting.

I arrived at his house, noticing that his car was already in the drive way. There were no others, which was a relief as I really didn't fancy talking to his parents. From they way they'd looked at me last time I'm not surprised that Dave doesn't want to tell them about being gay.

I was about to know on the door when it swung open and Dave was standing there, smiling at me. I couldn't help but giggle at this enthusiasm.

'Hey, Kurt! Come in,' he said with a smile and watched as I entered. He lead me to the living room and offered me as seat before saying, 'You want a drink?'

'Hm, sure, what you got?' I replied. He thought for a moment, as if thinking of all the suitable choices.

'Erm, lemonade, coke, orange juice. Oh and my mum has this weird lemon and lime water stuff, I don't know wheter you'd want that?'

I smirked. 'One of those please.'

He rushed to the kitchen and whilst he was getting my drink I took an oppurtunity to look around his living room. There were pictures of a much smaller, much more chubby Dave, sat by a skinny brunnette girl who I assumed was his sister. There were scome school photos from elementary school, which I couldn't help but smile at. A few toddler photos were scattered around with Dave holding up various objects and grinning, showing missing teeth.

Dave walked in and followed my gaze, flushing as he realised what I was looking at.

'Oh crap, forgot about those!' he said, setting our drinks on the table and putting a hand to his burning cheek.

'No, they're adorable!' I insisted, shooting him a wide smile. 'Is this your sister?'

He looked at the photo I was looking at and nodded. 'Yeah, that's Lauren. Back when she used to hide worms in my bed and pinch me under the table at dinner.' I giggled at the thought of it. I used to wish that I had a sister, someone who I could talk to about boys and fashion and things that dad wouldn't understand, but maybe I was lucky I didn't have one.

I moved my attention to the other shelves that lined the walls of the room. There was a long row of DVDs, which I assumed were arranged for each member of the family. There was a section filled with old films and Christmas films and musicals, a section of chick flicks and more girly films and a section of zombies films and gory films and comedies.

Beneath that was a shelf filled with books, mainly filled with religious books and bibles but there were also some girly books and some sports books. Everything in this house was so seperated. Maybe it was just the organising, but to me it was as if everyone had their own section of things. As if none of the family members wanted their lives to be mixed into each other.

I looked away from the shelves and over at Dave, who was watching me with a grin spread over his face. I immediately brought my hand to my face.

'What, do I have something on my face?' I asked.

'No,' Dave answered. 'It's just how observant you are. If I had anyone else over they wouldn't notice stuff like photos and films. You just notice everything.'

'Oh. You must think I'm really nosy!'

'Not at all!' Dave insisted. 'It's good, you notice more that most people. That must come in handy sometimes.'

'What, like how I noticed I could trust you?' I asked. I noticed his eyes immediately widen.

'Ah! I wondered why you didn't carry on hating me,' he admitted.

He blushed again. God he really was cute, I couldn't help but admit it to myself. The way he'd watched me whilst I nosed around his house, the way he'd learnt things about me as if he were studying me. Maybe he was trying to figure out whether or not I actually did trust him, whether I was still afraid of him.

I went and sunk into the large rose sofa sat in the middle of the living room and Dave came and took a seat next to me.

'Wanna watch a film?' he asked, nervously sipping his drink.

'Go pick out a good one!' I replied as he grinned and stood back up. He made his way back over to the collection of films and knealt infront of them, looking over them to see if there was anything I'd personally approve of. I noticed how he was searching through his parents and sisters films more than mine. I finally stood up and went over, kneeling beside him and looked over his DVDs. I decided to choose one that he'd enjoy, as I was sure he wouldn't particularly like a chick flicks, and finally picked out a film which didn't look too gory but didn't seem so girly.

'You sure?' he asked, his expression seemingly confused.

'Yeah, this looks good,' I said. I wasn't exactly lying, more like dressing up the truth. He didn't seem so sure, but slotted the DVD in anyway. I took my seat back on the sofa and he joined me taking his jacket off before he took a seat.

He was sat next to me, but there was a large gap. I wasn't sure whether he was doing it because he didn't want to sit by me or in case I got the wrong idea. I shuffled over a little, trying my best not to be noticed. I sipped my water as I watched the film. I was actually enjoying it. Well, until the zombies decided to come in and scared the crap out of me. I sub consciously gripped at Dave's arm, turning my head in towards his body.

His arm tensed at my touch, but he didn't move it. In fact, if anything he moved up closer to me. I risked looking back and found that it was safe to watch now, but I didn't lose my grip on Dave's arm. It was comforting knowing he was there. After a while I realised I had settled against his body, something I probably shouldn't enjoy as much as I did.

I looked up at Dave, who I found was no longer watching the film. Instead he was watching me, his chin almost resting on his chest.

'What?' I mumbled, bringing my hand to my face again.

'Nothing. I … erm, I was just seeing if you were alright,' he muttered back, his forhead crinkling as he spoke. I giggled and returned to watching the film, but it wasn't long before there were more zombies coming out and I turned my head back into Dave's body, but we'd become a lot closer and my head was now resting into his chest.

The film quietened and I looked up at Dave, to see him still watching me. I smiled up at him to reassure him and he smirked.

'You're cute when you're scared,' he said, but looked as though he immediately regretted it. I could hear him groan slightly under his breath, but it only made me smile more.

'I've had a lot of practise, I scare too easily,' I admitted. 'Since Finn has been living with us, I've been forced to watch a load of horror films.'

'Well don't you worry Fancy, no zombies are coming for you when I'm here.'

Why did that make my heart flutter?

Before I knew what I was doing I'd turned the rest of my body towards Dave and was leaning up to him, crushing my lips against his. My hands had somehow found their way up to rest on his shoulders, which were tense beneath my touch.

Crap, what was I doing? He didn't want this! I was totally ruining our new found friendship here, wasn't I?

I pulled away nervously, my eyes widening as I examined his expression. I was about to apologise when he moved his hands to rest over my upper arms and leaned into me, his lips brushing against mine before locking on. Our mouths moved against each others naturally as I leant further up, putting more presurre onto Dave's lips.

I was just working my hands up to Dave's hair when a soft voice came from the doorway. 'Well well well...'

WELL! What a long chapter and quite a bit of rambling too, but I felt this needed to come in soon and I wasn't sure how to lead up to it. So here we go, enjoy!