Dave

I guessed I was going to have to speak to my mum soon enough. I hadn't really spoken to her last night, Lauren was comforting her and calming down her crying. I felt terrible. It was my fault it had all happened. If I hadn't said anything then we'd all be at home, a nice happy family, just like he'd said. Now my mother was miserable and my family were barely speaking.

I'd heard mum crying last night. I couldn't tell why she was upset. Was it because she missed him, because of the way she treated her or because of what I'd said? I knew she'd stuck up for me but at the end of the day I was her son and she could stick up for me even she thought I was doing something wrong.

Kurt had given me a lift back home and had asked me how my day was and what excuse I'd used for my eye and nose.

'Fight with someone who stole your sisters bag? My, my Dave. Aren't you a sweetheart, looking out for your sister!' he'd said with a wink.

'Oh shush, you! It was the only thing I could think of. I don't think many people would have believed that I fell into a table twice and managed to break my nose and bruise my eye,' I'd laughed.

'Does it hurt?' he asked me.

'A little,' I replied, trying to ignore the pain which I'd suddenly become more aware of.

We'd reached my house and Kurt pulled up across the end of the drive way and turned to me, resting a delicate hand on my shoulder.

'Sorry that this happened to you Dave. I still feel so bad!' he muttered.

'Why do you feel bad?' I said, leaning over to push his chin up a little so that I could look at him. Look at those amazing glasz eyes. 'It's not your fault,' I whispered.

Kurt leaned towards me, carefully turning his head to avoid colliding with my nose and eye, and pressed his lips to mine. He applied light pressure at first, as if not wanting to hurt me, but I pulled my hand up to the back of head and deepened the kiss, letting my mouth work against his. I completely forgot where I was at that point.

There was a loud bang on the window and Kurt and I sprang apart, looking through the window to the mystery knocker. It was Lauren.

She pulled the door open, a look of pure amusement on her face.

'We have to stop meeting like this Kurt!' she said through a chuckle. I felt my cheeks flushing red.

'Lauren!' I muttered and looked away to Kurt, who I could see was also pink. 'I'll see you later, Kurt.'

'Okay, do you need a lift tomorrow?' he asked, looking down at this lap shyly.

'If that's alright?' I said and hopped out of the car. 'See you!'

I closed the door and watched as he drove off, before turning to Lauren angrily. 'God, Lauren, you have to stop doing that!'

'I can't help it if I spot my brother having a smooch session at the end of the drive! Are you dating yet?'

'No... I-I don't think so?' I stammered.

'Jeez dude, your making out every time I see you, but you don't know if your dating?' she said.

I began leading her inside, not wanting anybody else to hear this. 'Well.. we talked. We never actually said w-we're dating. I guess he agreed it it, but only to what I'm comfortable with and technically we're not dating if we're not going on dates and being like that at school, are we?'

'Then take him on a date,' she said, as if it were the most simple thing on Earth.

'Lauren, I can't take him on a date. What if someone sees us? How would I get out of that one. I'm not coming out to everyone yet. Some people out there would probably do worse than this,' I explained, gesturing to my injuries.

'Then take him somewhere where you won't see people? Somewhere no one from your school would be likely to go to,' she said. I thought about it. I could do that...

'I'll think about it, okay?' I answered. 'Now I'm going to find mum. I need to talk to her.'

I set off into the living room, to find mum sat on the sofa. Her eyes were still red from crying, she was wearing grey jogging bottoms and a large black t-shirt and her hair was left loose. She didn't look the same. She didn't look like my mum. I'd done this to her.

'Mum?' I almost whispered. She flinched at my voice and snapped her head around to look at me.

'Oh hey, Dave. How was school?' she asked, her voice was raw.

'It was fine. Are you okay?' I asked.

'Yeah I'm fine. Perfectly fine!' she said almost too cheerfully. It was forced, I could tell.

'Mum, look,' I took a seat next to her on the sofa, turning my body to face her. 'I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't mean for all this to happen. I just... I couldn't take it any more. I know you probably hate me right now...' I faded out.

'Dave, I don't hate you! I'm so proud of you for telling us. I'm glad you did. I'm not angry or upset with you, I'm angry with your father. With the way he treated all of us. Especially you. Maybe I'd laid it on a bit thick in the past because of your father and how strong his morals and beliefs are, but I honestly don't care whether your gay or straight or whatever you want to be. Your my son, you're always going to be my son and I will accept you for who ever you are. So I'm sorry. Sorry you had to go through that. I love you Davey. You can talk to me any time y'know? I don't suppose you want to talk to me about boys and all that, but if you wanted to, I'm here,' she declared, her eyes welling up slightly.

'Thanks, mum,' I pulled her into a hug, both of us wincing slightly. 'I'm sorry he treated you the way he did because of me. And I'm glad I have you. Lauren's still my annoying sister, even if she does have some great advice,' I chuckled. Mum laughed with me. It was good to see her laugh.

'Unfortunately, Lauren's always going to be your annoying sister, not matter what! So what have you been needing advice on? I guess it's partly to do with why you had an urge to come out to us,' she said.

'Sort of. I knew I had support. From Lauren and … Kurt and his family,' I replied.

'Kurt, hm? Is he the guy who came around to teach you French?' she asked. I'd completely forgotten that Kurt had met my mother before.

'Yeah, that's the one,' was all I said.

'Looks like that's what you've been asking Lauren for advice on,' she said and watched as I turned a new shade of pink. 'I won't ask any more until you tell, don't worry Davey.'

'Ha, thanks mum! Want me to make dinner tonight?' I asked.

'That would be lovely!' she said and gave me a loving smile. My mum was pretty awesome!

I went to the kitchen and looked at all the food we had. I wanted something that took ages to cook. I was dreading our first family dinner without dad.

Kurt

I'd been thinking of Dave for most of the day, but not injured Dave. I was thinking of healthy, happy Dave. His bright hazel eyes and his broad grin. It made my heart sink every time I saw him in the hall with his bruised features, his smile wiped from his face.

I didn't know where the kiss had came from. Was it the way he'd tipped my chin up to look at me. Was it because I wanted to make it up to him, for letting him get hurt. Was it because I wanted him to feel better?

Or was it because of that little fluttering in my chest that I'd been feeling as I spoke to him. The way it had increased as his fingers touched my face.

I loved kissing him. He tasted sweet and his lips moved so well with mine. I liked the way he brought his hand to the back of my head to deepen our kiss. I loved how my heart beat went crazy and the butterflies in my stomach were wild and how all of my other senses seemed to disappear.

Okay so I admitted to myself that I'd wanted that with Blaine just a short while ago. Blaine, the guy I thought I was crazy about. The guy who hadn't even texted me, or called. Hadn't offered to meet up. In fact he never did. I was always the one asking to meet up with him. However, I still liked talking to him, he was pretty good at giving advice as he was gay and had struggled out of his closet.

When I got home, I sent him a quick text.

'Hey, did you want to meet for coffee tomorrow? It's been ages!'

He texted back pretty quickly.

From Blaine: Yeah sure, but I can't do tomorrow, I'm out with my boyfriend.

So Blaine had a boyfriend now? When the hell had this happened?

'Boyfriend? Since when? ;)'

From Blaine: Oh Aaron and I met a while back, but he asked me out last week. He's adorable! I'm sure you'd love him!

That should probably have made me feel terrible, but it didn't. In fact I was happy that he'd had such an opportunity. Blaine could probably get any girl he wanted, but he'd struggled when it came to getting boys. Though he'd told me about the ones he'd gone after and not got, he never seemed to realise that there was one boy who would more that happily date him sat right in front of him. He'd obviously never felt that way. He'd never put in the effort.

'That's great! Glad to hear it! Meet you on Friday at 4 then?'

From Blaine: That sounds great! See you there!

Maybe Blaine could tell me what to do about Dave. I mean, I liked Dave, there was no denying it. I more that liked Dave. I couldn't resist kissing him today! But I wasn't sure of our 'status'. Were we dating? Were we just really close friends who were getting close to dating? Were we even close to dating? I had no idea!

My phone buzzed and I retrieved it to see who'd texted me. It was Dave.

From Dave: Hey Kurt. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night? You might have to drive though xD

'Out where?'

From Dave: I was thinking going for a bite to eat. Found a nice place, somewhere a bit more... private?

'Sure, sounds great! Pick you up at 6?'

From Dave: Perfect! Looking forward to it!

I believed that Dave Karofsky had asked me out on a date.

Dave

He'd accepted. That was the first thing to stop worrying about. Next was clothing. I couldn't go out in my tatty jeans and letterman jacket. Kurt always dressed amazingly. I didn't think I'd ever seen a boy who's ass could look that good in skinny jeans! In fact I'd never seen a boy who's ass could look that good in anything!

Most shirts complimented his lean figure and his amazing complexion. Jesus, why did he just look so damn good in everything?

I hadn't got as many clothes as Kurt, that was obvious and most of my clothes were loose and comfortable. They hid my chubby stomach and probably did nothing for my ass. It left way more than necessary for the imagination.

I could deal with that later though. Tomorrow when I'd probably had Lauren there telling me what to wear, do and say. I don't think I'd have lived without sister, no matter how annoying she was.

Dinner had been fine. Lauren had spoken to me about football and mum had joined in, adding that there was a game on Friday. It had been usual family speak, the sort we'd have with dad, but it was more open. No one was worried about his opinion. No one thought about what they were saying and whether it was right or wrong. It was better.

I finally felt like my family were bonding. We could talk about anything. Even though I was probably in the most gayest situation ever living with two girls, I didn't mind one bit.