Dave

Almost immediately after I'd shut the door, Lauren came running out to the landing, gazing down the stairs at me when she got there.

'Spill the beans, Davey!' she called and I made my way up the stairs towards her, an unmistakable smile spreading across my face.

What had actually just happened? I'd kissed Kurt. Again. And he hadn't resisted. In fact, he's the one who continued the kiss. I couldn't forget the way his arms wrapped around my neck as I held his waist, the scent of vanilla radiating off of him and the taste of cherry chapstick that I'd loved oh so much the first time.

I realised that Lauren was still staring at me, waiting for me to "spill the beans".

'Non of your business!' I insisted. Lauren just smirked at me.

'So, absolutely nothing happened during the silence after you serenaded him?' she said. Oh God, I'd sang to Kurt. He was probably laughing at me right that very moment. Well, he said he'd liked it. Or was he just being kind?

'I did not serenade him! He asked me to play something so I did and it would have sounded stupid without words,' I asserted, but Lauren was still smirking at me.

'Did you kiss him?' she asked and then added, 'Again?'

A wide grin automatically spread across my face and Lauren grinned back. 'Get in there bro! Now if that doesn't tell you that he likes you, then what does?'

'You never know, to him it might not have meant anything,' I argued, but she shook her head at me.

'Davey, from what I learnt in that small time talking to him is that he's not the sort of person to do something for no reason. He knows you. Very well. In fact he told me some things about you that I didn't even notice myself and I've been living with you for the past, what, 17 years? And the fact that he's got to know you so well, learnt things about you and remembered specific details. You can't tell me that means absolutely nothing!'

Oh dear, she had a point. A point that only made my grin wider. My face was going to explode if I grinned anymore. Then a thought occurred to me that made my smile lessen.

'He won't get with me though. He wants a public relationship. In fact he was trying to get on this Bland guy or whatever his name was. He wants someone who he can show off to his friends and hold their hand and kiss in public. I'm not that guy. If I were to be with him then I'd have to come out at school. If I were to come out at school then my life would be made living hell by pretty much everyone. They nearly made my life hell for just talking to Kurt without being mean to him. I don't think I'm ready for that,' I explained. Lauren smiled at me.

'Look Davey. Sometimes you have to make choices, and sometimes they'll be the wrong ones, but you have to weigh up all your options. Think about it, if you think your friends will make your life hell because you're gay, then they're not really very good friends. And who cares if they make your life hell, at least you can be yourself. You'll have Kurt, I'm sure he'd stick up for you and help you through it. You won't have to live a lie anymore. And if people can't accept you for who you really are, then they shouldn't be people you associate with,' Lauren suddenly declared.

Woah, where did that big emotional speech come from?

'Lauren, y'know I said I hate you. Well you can actually be a really good sister. Did you put Kurt up to telling me to talk to you?'

'Well, I may have mentioned it. I kind of told him that you didn't seem comfortable talking to me about certain topics and he said that that worried. I think he cares about you more than you think. He got really concerned about you not talking to anyone other than him,' she expressed.

'Hm. Maybe. I don't know. Thanks anyway,' I said. Then she pulled me into a hug. That wasn't expected at all. Lauren never hugged me. Guess she was on an emotional hype.

When she came out of the hug she was grinning and that worried me.

'So... you still haven't spilled the beans! C'mon I wanna know every tiny detail!'

Oh dear, this was going to be a long night!

Kurt

I walked into the hallway, kicking my shoes off at the door and thinking about what had just happened. I don't think I'd ever believe the fact that Dave had kissed me, and I should know it was fact. Or maybe it was a crazy hallucination caused by eating Dave's amazing food. I didn't know.

I met my dad in the kitchen. He was sitting at the breakfast bar with a mug of coffee and his laptop open on the surface.

'Hey kiddo, what's got you so happy?' he asked.

I realised I was smiling like an idiot. I arranged my face into my usual expression.

'Oh nothing, just been with 'Cedes and we've been planning a night out. I'm just excited is all,' I quickly lied. My dad nodded, I knew he'd not want to ask more details about a so called "girls night out".

'I'm going to go and get ready for bed, I really am tired,' I muttered, and fled to my bedroom where I was all prepared to have a little think and possibly squeal with happiness, but I soon remembered that I shared my bedroom with Finn. How could I forget? He left his god damn underwear on the floor everyday, which I guess if it'd been a year ago I would have maybe been pleased with, but not now!

Finn was sat up in his bed with a book. Really. A book. I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't think I'd ever seen Finn read any more than sports fixtures, but now he was sat with an actual book.

'Oh, hello Finn. What you reading?' I asked. Finn looked up from his book.

'To Kill A Mockingbird,' he answered. I was more puzzled than ever. 'My English teacher told me to do a report on it and that she'd know if I'd just looked up the synopsis online. So now I have to read it. Non of it makes much sense to me!'

There was normal Finn. 'Well, alrighty then... Good luck?' I collected my bag of face products and some pajamas and headed to the bathroom. I looked at my relection in the mirror for a moment. I recognised that I was flushed slightly across my cheeks. Oh dear, that was deffinately not attractive.

I began my moisturising routine, spreading the various creams over my face, but my thoughts never drifted from kissing Dave. Darn it, how come I couldn't stop thinking about it. How come he'd somehow managed to make my heart flutter and my stomach turn and my legs shake with just that lopsided smile and those hazel eyes. His eyes really were amazing. Hazel with hints of green in certain lights.

Damn it, was I daydreaming about Dave's eyes? Really, Kurt?

I quickly pulled on my pajamas, after securing all the lids on my range of bottles and tubes, and made my way back to my bed. Finn had fallen asleep, the book resting on his chest. I couldn't help but chuckle as a snore escaped from his sleeping figure. I fell into my own bed, recognising how tired I was. The thoughts of today were enough for me to fall asleep sound and happy, but still thinking about my lips crushed against Dave's, his hands on my waist, and the sweet smell of his after shave lingering around me.