Dave

I was still thinking about Kurt when I got to school the next day. Damn it. Why did he have to occupy my every frickin' thought!

Lauren hadn't stopped harrassing me until I'd told her all about it and she ended up squealing like a little girl. I think she was more happy and excited about it than I was. And that's a lot!

I'd arrived at school pretty early, the thought of seeing Kurt again had made me dash out of the house probably half an hour before I usually would, so most of the halls were empty and only a few students occupied the car park. I wondered into the locker rooms to get my things ready for practise later that day and found Azimio sitting with a backpack, sorting through some things.

'Hey, man,' he said as I walked in. 'How you doin'?' He was being normal with me. Thank God. Looked like I'd convinced him about not being all nicey-nicey with Kurt again.

'Alright, just worried about practise, I have this feeling that Bieste is gonna work us harder than usual today,' I replied and he gave an agreeing nod.

'Yeah, we've got a game coming, she's always tough on us when there's a game coming up!' Az agreed. He stood up from where he sat and went to shove his things into his locker. 'I'd better be off, I said I'd meet Hannah.'

'Hannah? That blonde chick from the Cheerios?' My eyebrows raised up immediately.

'Hell yeah! She totally digs me! We've been on a couple of dates already,' he told me.

'You never said,' I muttered, probably sounding like a pathetic child. But I knew that if Az was dating a girl, I was usually the first he'd tell. In fact, I was the first he told anything like this to. So why hadn't he now?

'Sorry, man. It's just, you've been different lately. I don't know whether it's because you're trying to be all goody two shoes 'cause of Figgins or whether somethings goin' on. I guessed that if you'd have wanted to tell me then you would,' he explained. Shit, so he was noticing.

'Oh, yeah. It's nothing, have a good time with Hannah, man.'

With that, Azimio walked out, leaving me on my own to think about what the fuck was going on. Az had noticed I was acting differently. I really thought he hadn't. No wonder he'd had his suspicions before!

So not only did I have to concentrate on changing that, I also had to figure out what was going on between Kurt and I. Yeah, I liked him. More than liked in fact. But did he feel the same about me? He was so fucking difficult to read!

'Kurt, can you meet me somewhere today? Whenever's best for you.'

I sent the text and put my phone in my pocket, so that I'd feel the vibration if he texted back. I then went on to continute my original task of sorthing out my things for practise. God I really was dreading practise.

Kurt

I'd woken up and the first thing I thought of was Dave. Honestly, what was wrong with me? I'd only been speaking to him properly for nearly two weeks and I was thinking about him more than I surely thought was healthy. I drove to school and met Mercedes and Rachel, who were eager to fill me in on their busy lives.

But I couldn't fill them in on Dave. And that made me feel terrible. I was dying to tell someone, but I couldn't tell Mercedes and Rachel. I couldn't tell my dad or Carole. I couldn't tell Finn. I couldn't tell anyone. Not until Dave wanted me to.

Mercedes brought something up that I'd completely forgotten about.

'So, how's Blaine?' she asked innocently.

Holy mother of Gaga, I'd forgotten all about Blaine. I didn't even know how I felt about Blaine anymore. Comparing the relationship I had with Dave to the relationship I had with him, I could see a huge difference. Firstly, Dave was giving me signs that he liked me. In more thana friendship way. Well I guessed that kissing me was a sign that he liked me. Secondly, Blaine tended to talk a lot about himself. When I was with Dave, he listened as I talked about glee and the girls and how my life was going. Yeah Blaine was supportive and all that, but a lot of the time he was only interested in himself. And finally, Blaine didn't give me those little butterflies and heart flutters that Dave gave me when he looked at me, when he touched me. When he kissed me.

'Oh, erm, I haven't really spoken to him recently. I guess I'll text him some time and meet up for coffee or something, I don't know,' I mumbled.

'But I thought you were crazy about him?' Mercedes persisted.

Crazy about him? Did I really think I was crazy about him? Or was it just because he was good looking, talented and most importantly the only out gay guy I knew. I didn't know.

'Yeah, I guess I've just not had time to text him. I'll text him tonight in fact,' I insisted.

Mercedes nodded and went back to talking about a song her and Rachel were thinking of doing for glee, and as per usual my thoughts went back to Dave.

I only realised he'd texted me about half way through the day, when I checked my phone.

From Dave: Kurt, can you meet me somewhere today? Whenever's best for you.

I sent a quick reply back when Mercedes wasn't looking.

'Yeah, meet me after school? Erm, I'm not sure where though.'

I wondered what Dave wanted to talk to me about. It had to be either long or important for him to risk meeting me at school. Some part of me was worried about that, but another part of me was happy. He wanted to see me and for whatever reason it was, I was going to get to see those amazing hazel eyes.

Dave

As predicted, Coach was tough on us at practise, making us do extra laps and squats everytime we did something slightly wrong. By the time she told us to "hit the showers" I was exhausted.

I relaxed under the hot jets of water, allowing them to run over my neck and back and help ease the tension. God I loved the shower after training.

After I was fully dry and dressed, I pulled out my phone to see if Kurt had replied.

From Fancy: Yeah, meet me after school? Erm, I'm not sure where though.

Now I had to choose somewhere safe. Most people would be leaving school by that time, so the car park was a big no! There was no practise on tonight, so I guess I could ask him to meet me at the locker rooms. That seemed pretty safe to me.

'Meet me at the locker rooms, there's no practise so no one will be there.'

As soon as I sent the text I began to get nervous. Could I really do this? Kurt wouldn't judge me. He'd listen to me. He always did.

From Fancy: Yeah, I'll see you there.

Well that was sorted. We had a time and a place. Now all I could do was wait until then.

The rest of the day crawled by sluglishly. Seconds seemed like hours, and by the time last period was over, I all but ran out. I then remembered that Az would be wondering where I was going so I went along with my normal routine. We were walking down the hall when I said, 'Oh Az! I've forgotten something in my locker. Go ahead, man, I'll see you tomorrow, right?'

Az nodded and went to carry on in the direction of the car park. I turned back round and tried to walk at my normal pace to the locker rooms.

When I got there, Kurt hadn't arrived yet. That meant I had time to prepare myself for what I was about to say to him. I'd gone over a million ways I could say what I wanted to him, but I wasn't sure which way sounded right.

'Knock, knock,' came a voice from the door. I looked up to see Kurt, his hair perfectly styled, his skinny jeans showing off that amazing ass and a dazzling smile spread across his face.

'Oh hey!' I said as he strolled in towards me. His eyebrows shot up as he waited for me to say what I needed to say. 'Right, I needed to know something. It's just...' Damn it. How was I going to word this? 'Y'know what happened last night. Well, I kind of... I wanted to know... what that meant.'

That totally didn't sound the way I'd wanted it to.

'What it meant to me?' Kurt queried. I nodded, resisting saying anything that would make me look stupider than I already looked.

Kurt chuckled. 'Well, I kind of thought it was a huge hint as to how I feel about you Dave.'

I was slightly taken aback by this. Was Kurt saying that...

'You mean that you... you … y'know?' I couldn't finish the sentence.

'Yeah. I like you Dave. I was kind of hoping that the way you'd reacted to that meant the same to you,' he stated.

Oh my holy sweet lord, Kurt "liked" me. Darn my sister for being able to read people so easily.

'It did,' I clarified. 'I-it really did. I'm sorry Kurt. I know I'm probably not what you wanted, I mean, I'm not all out and proud like you'd probably want me to be. I guess, as much as I want an "us", you'd probaly not if you have to hide it.'

Kurt thought about it for a few moments. 'Well, I guess I could work on being kept a secret. I don't know, maybe we could try something? I won't do anything you're not comfortable with. Honest.'

'Really?' I had expected Kurt to agree and immediately turn me down, but apparantly not.

'Yeah. I'm sure I could work around it. As long as I can tell one person.'

'Who?'

'My dad.'

'He won't tell anyone, right? I mean I guess he has every right to, but will he be on your side?' Crap, now I was more nervous! I'm sure Burt Hummel hated my guts. I could understand. I hated my guts for how I treated Kurt.

'He won't. Don't worry about it Dave.' He took a few steps closer so that his body was mere centimetres from mine. 'How about we start it here.'

He leaned up to me and I felt the pressure of his lips back on mine. I swore it got better every time. He still smelt like vanilla, but he tasted more of raspberry. Why did this guy always taste so good?

He didn't stay there for long. He pulled away and flashed a smile at me.

'I'll text you tonight, alright?' he said. I gave a nod and he left. Left me to think about what had just happened. Did... did he just sort of agree to go out with me? He agreed to an "us", I was sure of that. The beaming idiotic grin was back as I collected some things from my locker and walked out the room. I was just going about to head to the car park when a figure stepped in my path.

In front of me, with a dissaproving gaze, stood Azimio Adams.