So I apologise for taking so long to update, but I've had a stupidly busy week. Anyway, here goes with chapter 20! I hope you enjoy and thanks for the alerts I've been getting! It really makes my day!

Dave

The day had been slow. So slow I thought that school would never end. But it did.

Kurt had dropped me home and I had ran upstairs to start getting ready as soon as possible. Okay, I wasn't usually the type to take more than half an hour to get ready. Half an hour usually gave me time to spare. But for my first date with Kurt, with anyone, I wanted to look good.

I started in the shower, using some of Lauren's weird hair products that made my hair unusually soft. I washed until my fingers started to wrinkle and decided I should probably get out. I dried myself down and wrapped a towel around my waist so that I could walk across the landing without an embarrassing encounter with my sister or my mum.

I got to my room and called Lauren. She came strolling into my room and looked me up and down, probably confused as to why I was standing with nothing but a towel on.

'I need your help. I suck at clothes!' I said. She laughed at me.

'You going somewhere?' she asked curiously.

'Yeah. My date with Kurt,' I told her. Her face lit up.

'You finally asked him!' she exclaimed, going in for a hug and then realising what I was wearing.

'Right! Let's get started!' She flounced over to my wardrobe and opened it. 'Oh God Dave! You're not giving me much to work with, are you?' She pushed all of my clothes to one side of my wardrobe and began pushing them back one by one, analysing each item.

She pulled out some black jeans and a few shirts. 'These are probably your best jeans. And they're quite smart casual. Now put these on!'

She left the room, giving me time to put on underwear and the jeans. The weren't as tight as they used to be. That was a good sign I guessed.

'Okay, they're on!' I called and Lauren came bounding back into my room. She picked up the shirts she'd picked out and started holding them up to me individually. She offered me a white button up shirt and rummaged through the rest of clothes, finding me a purple v-neck jumper. She waited for me to finish buttoning up the shirt and pulled the jumper over my head.

She then stood back to admire her work, giving an approving nod. 'There! That's perfect!'

I took a look in the mirror above my desk, going on my tiptoes to get a better view. So, I didn't look too bad. Better than I could have done anyway.

'Thanks Lauren!' I said, expecting her to run back to whatever she was doing, but she just looked at me. 'What?'

'So, what are you doing with your hair?' she asked.

'Erm, I was going to have it like this?' I answered, giving it a ruffle.

'You really are hopeless, Dave. What does Kurt see in you, eh?'

'I was actually asking myself the same thing,' I said with a chuckle.

I let Lauren mess with my hair adding some of her girly crap to it, messing it up and then combing it back out. I had no idea what she was doing, but when she finished it looked better and less limp than it had. She then went on to spraying me with some cologne she'd found on my desk.

'Now there's nothing we can do for your face, unfortunately, but Kurt seemed to look past that yesterday...' she said. 'So good luck, little bro! And don't do something stupid like forget your wallet!'

It was actually a good job she'd reminded me.

'Thanks Lauren! I owe you one,' I said as she left. I heard her call on the landing 'I won't forget it little bro!'

I checked the clock. I still had almost an hour before I expected Kurt. That meant I had some time to prepare myself. Firstly money. I'd looked up some places online, and the place I'd found was pretty reasonably priced, but still had those crazy dishes with the names I didn't really understand that well. It's a good job they had descriptions otherwise I wouldn't know what any of them were.

I didn't have as much as I'd hoped so I went up to my mum. 'Hey mum, do you have any money?' I asked.

'Erm, sure. Where you going hon?' She eyed my clothing and hair.

'I'm going to get a bite to eat with a friend,' I said vaguely. She handed me a small wad of money.

'Alright then, have fun Dave,' she said with a knowing glance.

So now I had money; enough for two dinners and a few rounds of drinks. Probably petrol too if it was needed.

All I could do now was prepare myself for tonight. There were a million things I wanted to say to Kurt. Maybe some of them were less appropriate, some would make me look like an idiot and some would probably make him really uncomfortable. So I had to sort out all the things I wanted to say to him into things I could say and things I couldn't.

Kurt was early. The doorbell rang at just gone 10 to 6. I was still ready and I jumped up immediately to answer the door. I let my gaze run over Kurt. His hair was perfectly coiffed and he wore a simple black shirt with a scarf lazily draped around his neck. I noticed those perfect skinny jeans again, fitted well to his long legs. He probably hadn't spent as long as I had putting that outfit together, but he still managed to look 100 times better than I did.

'Hey, Kurt!' I said with a nervous smile.

'Hello, Dave!' he said cheerily, mimicking my smile. 'You ready?'

'Yeah, you got a sat-nav?' I asked.

'Yep, it's in my car,' he said.

'Okay then,' I grabbed the piece of paper with the address I needed. 'Bye mum! Bye Lauren!' I called up the stairs, before turning out to walk to Kurt's car.

We climbed in and he handed me his sat-nav so that I could type in the address. I fumbled about with the buttons, but finally entered it correctly and put it back up on the dashboard so Kurt knew where to go.

'So what made you choose this place?' Kurt asked curiously.

'It was a good spot, not too far but not too close. It's not too expensive, but not too cheap. It seems pretty good,' I told him.

'You sure you're comfortable with this?' he said. Was my nervousness showing?

'Yeah. I really am. Honestly.'

Kurt

The drive there was perfectly fine. We talked about school and Glee and football. We talked about Dave's sister and how she always seemed to find us at the wrong time, which left us both slightly flushed. We talked about my life and how living with Finn was going.

We'd been driving for about 20 minutes when we reached the restaurant. Dave really had chosen somewhere good. It had a large sign with the name 'Primo' written in gold letters and the windows were laced with modern black lamps.

When we'd parked up and Dave had lead me inside, I noticed it was just as nice on the inside. Each table was carefully decorated with a white table cloth and silver tableware. Black leather seats were placed around them. More black lamps hung from the ceiling, lighting the room and making the silver glisten. It was perfect.

'Reservation for Karofsky,' Dave told the waitress before shooting a wink at me. Sweet prada, he was cute.

We were lead to a table to the side of the room and were offered menus. I glanced down at mine, looking over the different choices. I'd decided what I wanted very quickly and looked up to see Dave looking across at me.

'Know what you're having?' I asked. He quickly looked back down at his menu and I watched as his eyes scanned for something he'd like.

I still couldn't believe he was comfortable with this. He wasn't even out yet. Well not to many people. Even though the chances of running into anybody from school here were slim, I didn't think he'd be ready for it.

I watched as he lay his menu in front of him and said 'I do now.' I smiled at him and we made small talk until the waitress came over. She took our orders- Dave reading off of the menu what was basically a longer way to say steak and me reciting the posh way of saying veggie lasagne, as well as ordering some water to go with it.

When she left I turned to Dave, eyeing his clothing. His purple v-neck jumper clinged to him, showing every curve of his muscular arms and broad shoulders. His robust chest and abdomen were shaped from years of athletics. Why did he hide this body behind those baggy polos and large letterman jacket? I then worked my way up to his face. His bruises just as clear as they had been when I last looked, but I noticed his bright hazel eyes illuminating from beneath the dark marks surrounding them. His cheeks were slightly flushed. Was it hot in here? His hair looked fresh and voluminous, like it had been well groomed

'You look really good, Dave,' I complimented. 'I suspect Lauren was involved?'

He looked up at me, a smirk spreading across his face. 'Can't a guy dress himself?' He paused. 'But yeah, I can't take the credit. She's too good!'

I chuckled at him. 'She really is. It's kind of different to your usual rough and tough jock style, but I like it.'

'Thanks. Do I even need to say you look good too? I'm sure you know that you look good pretty much all the time,' he said, but then furrowed his brow, as if he'd said something he shouldn't. He seemed to be doing that quite often.

'Thanks, Dave, but no I did not know that,' I said back.

He frowned at me. 'How can you not? I thought you were the type to carry a mirror around.'

'Yes, but the mirror doesn't seem to like me. It does like my varieties of outfits, just not me,' I told him with a giggle. His face didn't lift though.

'Well the mirror is wrong because you always look awesome,' he said. It was my turn to flush now. Did he really mean that?

'Thanks... again.'

Our meals came and we dug in. It was amazing! I let a groan escape my lips, as I'd done with Dave's pasta sauce and said 'This is delicous!'

Dave shifted in his seat, looking slightly flustered, but still beamed at me. He began cutting at his dinner and I watched as he bit his lip in concentration. How could I have ever thought that this guy was scary?

Conversation lead back to me. He had a lot of questions about me. I didn't mine answering them, in fact I found them endearing. He asked how my dad and Carole were doing. He asked about living with Finn and whether or not he had stopped snoring. He asked about what I liked to do, hobby wise. He asked about school, friends, films, the lot. I was amused at his reaction when I told him that I played video games with Finn when I was really bored. Yeah so I thought they were loud and sometimes annoying, but shooting zombies in the face was occasionally good for taking out frustration and stress release.

'So, Dave. You surprised me with your guitar, and your singing. Now tell me something else I don't know about Karofsky,' I said, laying down my knife and fork on my almost empty plate.

He thought for a minute before saying, 'Well, there's not much you don't really know. I guess you don't know that I swim? Well I used to swim.'

'Oh yeah? Any sports that you've not done?' I persisted. He smirked at me.

'Let's think. Football, hockey, basketball, swimming, gymnastics, running...'

I cut him off. 'Gymnastics?'

'Yeah, I used to do it just before high school. I did it for a while actually, but my dad decided he wanted me to get into tougher, more manly sport. Thought it'd help me when I got to high school. Guess he was right. I'd be a laughing stock if I still did that,' he explained. He lowered his voice slightly and added, 'and before you ask, yes, I am super bendy.'

I laughed at him. Oh dear, that was imagery I didn't expect and it made heat spread through my face.

'Never knew you were the type to do things like swimming and gymnastics. Why don't you do them now? I mean, it's not like you have anything stopping you.'

'I do go swimming sometimes. Usually when I really need to calm down. I kind of get lost in the water. Gymnastics though. I don't think I'm really up to that any more. I've gained a few pounds since the last time I did that. I guess the guys wouldn't be too happy either. Football's enough for me at the moment. Especially with coach working us hard,' he told me, and raised his glass to take sip of water.

'You enjoy it though, right?'

'Yeah. It's tough, but it's sure as hell worth it. S'pose it's better when we actually win a game, but everything's better when you win, huh?'

I nodded in agreement. 'Yeah, losing sucks.'

'But you helped us win before,' he reminded me.

'You remember that?' I asked.

'How could I not? You made the team prance around to single ladies. Though I must admit it was a laugh. I think most of the guys secretly enjoyed it.'

I laughed at the memory. How could I have forgotten that Karofsky has been on the team? 'You were all pretty good! See, even the jocks have a hint of the arts in them.'

'Well, it took a lot of practise. I'm pretty sure that I caught Azimio practising in the locker rooms a few times.' I snorted at the image of Azimio dancing around the locker rooms for practise.

'Sorry to interupt, would you like anything else?' said a waitress, appearing at the side of our table. I shook my head at Dave.

'No thanks, can we get the bill?' he said to the waitress and she nodded, clearing away our plates. She brought the bill and Dave refused when I offered him the money I'd dug out of my wallet.

'It's fine, I'll pay,' he said.

I was about to argue, when I noticed someone over Dave's shoulder. I familiar face. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and smiled. It was Blaine. I waved over and Blaine waved back.

'Kurt?' Dave asked curiously and twisted to see who I was looking at. Dave didn't recognise Blaine, of course he'd never met him before.

'Oh, that's Blaine,' I explained. 'Want to go and say hello?'

Dave nodded, leaving the bill on the table and stood up as I did. I grasped his arm and we made our way over to Blaine. I assumed he'd be with his new boyfriend, Aaron and sure enough, sat across from Blaine, was a blonde, well dressed guy. He had dark green eyes and creamy skin. Yeah he was pretty cute. Good for Blaine.

'Hey Blaine!' I exclaimed as we approached.

'Oh, hey Kurt! Kurt this is Aaron, my boyfriend,' Blaine said as he gestured towards Aaron who gave an awkward wave.

'Hey. Oh and this is Dave,' I said. I watched as Blaine's eyes inspected Dave. I wasn't sure how to introduce him. I didn't exactly want to introduce him as my boyfriend in case we weren't at that point and it just made Dave super uncomfortable. I also didn't want to introduce him as a friend, in case he thought we were past that. So I introduced him as Dave.

Dave nodded politely and allowed me some time to talk to Blaine, waiting patiently like Aaron was. When their food came, I apologised for interrupting, and told Blaine I'd text him soon. Dave and I both muttered a quick goodbye to Blaine and Aaron and left the restaurant.

'So that's Blaine?' Dave asked, smirking slightly.

'Yeah. Why?' I mumbled out of curiosity.

'He seems nice. A bit too much hair gel and eyebrows for my liking, but overall nice,' he explained.

I let out a flood of laughter at Dave's comment. 'Really? Hair gel and eyebrows? How original!' I said sarcastically.

'Well y'know me,' he said as we climbed into my car. 'Always coming up with some sort of smart ass comment.'

The conversation had become more comfortable. As we drove home I'd laughed at Dave's comments and jokes and he'd laughed at mine. We had a good sing song along to the radio and I admit, I was disappointed that the drive home was so short. I'd liked spending that time with Dave.

I climbed out and made my way to the passengers side of the car so that I could say goodbye to him properly.

'Thanks, Dave. I've really had a great time,' I told him. He smiled at me.

'So have I. Learnt now that you won't knock me for playing mindless video games,' he laughed.

'I've learnt that you're super bendy,' I said, giggling almost as soon as I'd said it. He laughed along.

'What can I say?' he mumbled, a broad grin revealing itself.

I leaned up into him and pressed my lips against his, feeling the warmth of them on mine again. Dave had some really good lips; they were way softer than I'd expected before. I couldn't even remember what number kiss this was, but I knew that kissing him hadn't grown old yet, even if we weren't official or whatnot.

He hummed against my lips, and brought his hands to my waist. This left a chill on my spine. We stood there for a while, crashing our lips together, moving them in time with each other. After a few minutes we both separated our mouths, taking in more air that usual.

'I'd best go in before Lauren comes out and busts me,' he almost whispered. His forehead was pressed against mine. He gave me another quick peck on the lips before pulling away completely. 'Text me, yeah?'

'Sure. See you, Dave. And thanks again. I had a really good time. I'm paying next time though!' I called after him as he started up the drive way, turning his head around to see me.

'I'll count on it!' he called back. He hopped up the steps and opened the front door. He stepped in and turned back to face me. He gave me a quick wave before shutting the door behind him.

I climbed back into my car, preparing for the ride home. Our kiss had made me feel slightly dizzy and I blinked as I concentrated on driving. I'd had a really good time with Dave. In fact, I'd had an amazing time with Dave. I'd learnt new things about him that I'd never have guessed. He seemed good at hiding things. He was probably used to it though. I checked the time on my dashboard. It was way later than I thought it was. I guess time really does fly by when you're having fun.

I got home and wondered into the house, briefly popping in to see my dad and Carole and telling them that I was going to bed now because I was really tired. I got to my bedroom and retrieved my phone from my jeans pocket to text Dave, but he'd already texted.

From Dave: Hey, just to say thanks again. I really enjoyed myself. We'll have to do something some other time.

'Sound great! I'm up for that'

I hit send and lay down on my bed, trying not to be too loud as Finn was already down here, snoring softly as oppose to his usual chainsaw snore. I believed this was going to lead to date number 2.