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Dave

I'd pushed the thoughts of what happened into the back of my mind when Kurt was there. We'd gone about our usual activities, watching films, having dinner, talking to Lauren (well Kurt talked to Lauren about fashion and all these names I'd never heard of, I sat and watched how adorable he was). So after that I'd almost completely forgotten about people knowing. It seemed like a normal day.

I was reminded when Kurt had to leave. It was getting pretty late so he took my phone and sat there for a moment, pressing buttons angrily.

'What are you doing?' I asked.

'I'm deleting these,' he told me. I nodded understandingly. I didn't know how he could read those messages without offence. I guessed he'd gotten used to those words and phrases. I wasn't used to being called them.

He switched the phone off and told me, if I needed him, to call off of the landline or someone else's phone. I agreed and kissed him goodnight. His goodnight kiss this night was more ferocious, more meaningful. It was as if he was putting everything into it. That was exactly what I needed. I needed him to be there for me, even if he'd been there all along. I knew he was there for me. He was my boyfriend.

Okay that still didn't sound right, but every time I said it I loved it more.

After Kurt had gone, I had no distractions. I wasn't sure what I was upset about in all honesty. I knew that people were there for me, I knew I still had friends. But the idea of people knowing I was different, I had a weak point, it made me feel vulnerable. I was scared. Scared of what people said and thought. Okay I was being paranoid and stupid. I couldn't help it.

I couldn't sleep. I didn't sleep for most of the night, maybe a couple of hours in the early morning. But by the time it got to 6 o'clock, I gave up and decided to get ready early. I needed something to do to distract my train of thought.

I went downstairs and made myself some breakfast and coffee to keep me awake, switching on the TV to find something to take my mind off of things. I had a quick shower and busied myself by drying off and choosing out clothes to wear. It wasn't difficult with my wardrobe. T-shirts and jeans, I lived in them.

I packed my bag at least 4 times, going over my timetable and making sure I had every single piece of equipment I might possibly need for my lessons. I soon ran out of things to do and ended up watching TV for the remainder of my time.

At 8 o'clock the doorbell rang. I assumed it was Lauren's lift, but I opened the door and Kurt was there.

'Hey, what are you doing here?' I asked him.

He put his hands to my face, tracing the dark marks under my eyes. 'I was going to offer you a lift, but are you sure you should be coming in? You look like your barely slept.'

'I'll take a lift, thanks. I don't want people thinking I didn't come in because of them,' I confessed.

'Fine, but if you fall asleep in class then don't blame me,' he nagged.

'I won't. Did you want to come in for a coffee?'

We sat for about 20 minutes, sipping coffee and chatting, Lauren popping in to say goodbye after a bit before she left. My thoughts were more at ease when I was around Kurt, he was good at distracting me from the world around me.

He dropped me at school, asking if I wanted him to take me around the corner so people wouldn't see me.

'Nah. They know anyway. At least now we can do all the boyfriend stuff I'm sure we've both being dying to do!' I told him. He smiled up at me and let out a laugh.

We walked into school together, something I wouldn't have thought I'd been doing. Ever. Everybody stared. It probably wasn't because I was gay or because I was hanging around with the only other gay kid I knew in the school. It was more likely to do with the fact that we were so close and Kurt wasn't scared. Everyone knew that I had bullied Kurt, and they were probably laughing about the apparent reason for my bullying in secret, but I'd never been too friendly towards Kurt during school.

I was too busy focusing on all the glances we were receiving when I was nudged in the ribs.

'Dave, are you okay?' Kurt whispered.

'Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me,' I told him and we continued towards the lockers. Kurt left me at my locker, not many people were around so I didn't have to deal with too many strange looks. I collected my things up for first period, wanting the silence of English more than I ever thought I would in my life.

Azimio caught up with me before class, sliding next to me and blocking my path to lesson.

'Hey dude. You alright?' he asked.

'Yeah Az. Just fucking fine,' I snapped Why was I so angry at Az? He hadn't done anything.

'Woah, sorry, I was just seeing if you were alright.'

'I didn't mean to bite your head. It's just... look it doesn't matter. I'll catch you later, yeah?' Before he had time to reply, I walked off to first lesson. Az wasn't exactly the best guy to talk to about feelings, I could tell -even though he seemed fine with me being gay – he wasn't exactly comfortable with me talking about that sort of thing.

The news about me being gay had died down a bit. Not as many people were talking about it, not as many people yelled stuff at me. The news had sunk in and people didn't really care that much anymore. There was probably a more interesting rumour going around by now. So I held my head high as I walked to meet Kurt.

I'd decided that I wouldn't be like I was normally around Kurt at school just yet. People might think it a bit odd if as soon as everyone found out I was gay, I was suddenly lovey-dovey around Kurt. So I was civil with him, I acted like a friend would. We walked to our next class together and chatted. Like friends.

The whole time I wanted to reach out and grab him, pull him into a kiss or a hug or something! I'd never really been this close to him at school for a long period of time. Except maybe yesterday when I'd ended up kissing him anyway.

'So did you want to come to mine tonight?' Kurt asked, brightly.

'Erm, sure. Any particular reason?' I asked, yearning to know what that gleam in his eye meant.

'Well, I thought I could finally introduce you to Finn,' he told me. I was confused.

'But, I've already met Finn. We're on the team together?'

'No, I meant introduce you as my...' he looked around, seeing if anyone was close before continuing, 'boyfriend.'

'Oh. Sure, I guess,' I said. Kurt grinned at me.

'Great! You can stay for dinner too. Carole's making tonight and she does some amazing chicken!' he said.

'Thanks, I look forward to it,' I told him, before leaving him, with a quick wave, so that I could go to class.

Kurt

I was kind of nervous about Dave coming over. I wasn't sure why. All I wanted to do was introduce him as my boyfriend to Finn. Finn wouldn't care, I was sure he'd be happy for both of us.

Dave climbed into my car and I smiled at him. 'Ready?'

'As I'll ever be,' he said. He hesitated and added, 'You look really good today, by the way. Not that you don't always. I just like what you're wearing today.'

Heat flushed through my cheeks. His casual and spontaneous compliments always made me blush.

'Thank you. You're not looking too bad yourself,' I muttered back. Dave never exactly dressed to impress, but he didn't really need to. He had a good body. Although he hid quite a bit of it, I could still see his broad shoulders and muscular arms through his sleeves. His face wasn't as round as it used to be and his jawline was sharp and squared. And don't even get me started on his eyes...

We got to my house and I noticed that Finn's car was already in the drive way. I made my way around the the passengers side of the car and grabbed Dave's hand.

'Coming?' I asked.

'Hell yes!' he responded.

I lead him inside and found Finn in the living room, casually flicking through a sports magazine. His eyes widened as I dragged Dave in behind me.

'Finn,' I said before he spoke. 'This is Dave. My boyfriend.'

Finn narrowed his eyes. 'I know Dave. And what?'

'Dave is my boyfriend,' I said firmly. Finn looked confused.

'Since when?' he asked.

'A couple of weeks now.'

'Oh. You sure?'

I knew he didn't mean was I sure we'd been dating for a couple of weeks, he meant was I sure that I could trust him, that I really wanted this.

'Yep. Sure as ever,' I told him.

'Oh, well, nice to see you Dave...' he flicked through another page when a sudden realisation apparantly came to him. 'OH Dave! Have you played the new Zombie Run? Came out last week?' Finn said to Dave.

'Nah, I was going to get it but I didn't have the cash,' Dave replied.

'Well, I have it if I can drag you away from Kurt for a while...?'

Dave looked at me for approval and I smiled and nodded. Dave grinned and took a seat next to Finn, swiping up a controller from the sofa. I was glad my boyfriend and almost brother had something to bond over. Finn had become part of my family, and I wanted my family to like Dave and get along with him.

I perched on the edge of the sofa and watched as Dave and Finn both played, their faces distorted with concentration as they jabbed at several buttons. I couldn't tell which player was which, but I still watched with interest. Dave and Finn let out a 'good kill, man' or 'nice job' every so often, but generally stared at the screen.

I slipped out of the room for a minute to get drinks for everyone. After grabbing 3 cans of coke, I hurried back to the living room, but paused at the door.

'So, you and Kurt, huh?' I heard Finn say.

'Yeah. He's awesome,' was Dave's reply.

'And you're not messing him around, are you? You care about him?' Finn questioned.

'Course I'm not. I really do. He's just so...' he paused, thinking of the right word. 'Amazing.'

'He's pretty cool. Just don't leave your socks near his bed, he gets real pissed about that,' Finn laughed, Dave laughing along with him.

'I'll remember that one,' commented Dave.

'Hm, Dave. Like you say, Kurt's pretty amazing, and I have to tell you that, as his brother, I take full responsibility in punching you in the face if you're a jerk to him, 'kay?' Finn said, almost too seriously. I suppressed a laugh at this. Finn wasn't usually this protective was he? Maybe it was because he knew our history.

'Don't worry Finn, I won't. There won't be any breaking up going on here until he finally realises he's too good for me,' said Dave. I wasn't sure what to think of that. Did he really think that I was too good for him?

'Dude, don't even go there. It's pretty hard to fill Kurt's fancy designer shoes,' Finn joked.

They both went back to mindlessly jabbing at the controllers and I decided now was a good time to re-enter. I flounced into the room, the cans of pop still cold in my hands.

'Hey, I bought you guys some drinks,' I told them, placing the cans on the coffee table.

'Thanks,' both Finn and Dave chimed simultaneously, Dave smiling up at me but Finn staring at the screen. I shot a wink at Dave, which he chuckled at.

I opened up one of the cans and took a sip as I watched Dave's knowledgeable fingers moving over the control pad, not even glancing down to see what he was pressing. Soon, both of them had completed their mission or whatever they were doing and went on to congratulate each other and stop for a drink.

Both were chatting away about the game, adding in random comments which I assumed were private jokes from the locker rooms or football. After a few minutes, Dave looked up at me.

'Sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean to leave you out,' he apologised.

'Sorry? You'll be sorry soon, Karofsky. When I kick your butt at zombie run!' I laughed.

'Oh I'm looking forward to this,' said Finn with a chuckle. He leaned closer to Dave and lowered his voice, saying 'Here comes Kurt's aggressive side. It's not pretty.'

'I heard that! And I'm always pretty and you know it Finn!' I complained. Finn just laughed at me. 'Give me that controller then!'

Dave

'Told you I'd kick your sorry butt!' Kurt scoffed. I laughed at him.

'I let you win! You know that. I didn't want to interrupt your reputation of being good at everything!' I told him. So technically, I lost. I wasn't concentrating properly. I couldn't help but glance at Kurt's concentration face, the way he bit his tongue and narrowed his eyes. I was glad I wasn't the game otherwise I would have been terrified, but from another angle it was highly amusing.

'Lies. You can't deal with the fact that you got your butt kicked by a singer who's main expertise is in fashion!'

'Oh, the humiliation!' I joked and we both sat there laughing. I'd nearly forgotten that Finn was sat right next to me, laughing awkwardly. 'Does he kick your butt Finn?' I asked, attempting to include Finn in the conversation.

'Don't worry about it Dave, when he sets his mind to it he can kick my butt at most games. Especially ones involving killing... that's quite worrying actually,' Finn said.

We both turned to Kurt who was grinning evilly.

'Okay, I'm going to dial 911. You never know how this could turn out,' I kidded. Kurt's expression didn't change and he pounced at me, jokily pretending to kill me.

'Oh god, here comes evil Kurt. I knew we shouldn't have taken him out of that assylum!' Finn joked. My ribs hurt from laughter, as I wrestled Kurt off of me and he jumped at Finn, repeating the actions he'd performed on me.

'I'm just going to say that I didn't see anything,' I told them, attempting to suppress my laughter.

'Good! Or you'll be next, Karofsky!' Kurt said, his face cracking in laughter.

We were all sat there laughing when there was a knock on the door. We all turned to see who stood in the doorway. I recognised Finn's mother, Carole, almost immediately from when I'd been to Finn's birthday parties in elementary school. She hadn't changed that much, just a different hair style and different clothing style. I suspected Kurt may have been involved in that.

'Erm, guys. Sorry to disturb, but dinner's done. Burt and I were waiting in the kitchen,' she told us and her gaze wondered to me. 'And hello, David. Very nice to see you again.'

'And you Ms Hudson,' I replied.

'Please, Dave. It's Carole!' she laughed and turned to go back to the kitchen.

'C'mon then Dave, let's get you some of the best chicken you've ever tasted!' Kurt said, grabbing my forearm and guiding me to the kitchen.

I was lead on a familiar route and when we arrived at the brightly lit kitchen. Burt and Carole were seated opposite each other at the table., waiting for us to go and sit with them. Finn and Kurt rushed to take a seat, leaving an empty one for me next to Carole and opposite Kurt. I went and sat down, nodding at the chattering adults. Carole smiled at us and stood to go and collect the dinners.

She presented a plate in front of me, but I waited politely until everybody had their dinner before I began eating. I guess my parents had taught me some manners over the years. Kurt was right, the chicken was freakin' awesome!

'Carole, this is like, the best chicken I've ever eaten!' I exclaimed after a mouthful.

'Told you!' laughed Kurt, taking a bite into his own.

Carole giggled. 'Oh, it's nothing, just a bit of marinade.'

Talk went from Carole's cooking to football. I could tell that, although Kurt seemed uninterested in the subject, he attempted to express interest for both mine and his dad's sake. I supposed he'd like his dad to talk sports with me because it was something we both had in common. He asked me about positions and any other sports I did. I heard Kurt giggle and disguise what sounded liked 'gymnastics' with a cough. I had to contain my laughter at this.

Kurt occasionally added in a comment about our football, saying anything he could remember from when he was kicker. He remembered more than I thought he would of, considering he had no interest in the sport.

Burt also chatted to Kurt, about school and Glee, Finn adding in a few comments about this. The conversation was generally smooth and flowing, not awkward at all. It was like a typical family dinner, and it was so comfortable. My family spoke at dinner, but it wasn't usually this comfortable.

It was getting late when dinner ended, so I apologised for having to leave. Carole gave me a hug, squeezing me tightly and telling me to come over any time I wanted. Burt gave me a firm hand shake, manly and protective, as Burt was. Finn gave me a friendly slap on the shoulder and said his goodbyes.

Kurt walked me out to his car and we climbed in so that he could drive me home.

'So, my family likes you,' Kurt commented.

'You think?' I asked, curiously.

'Well, my dad seemed pretty cautious about you at first, but you've really shown him your good side. Carole obviously likes your politeness, and Finn likes someone who's manly enough to live up to his xbox expectations,' Kurt informed me.

'Oh. Well I'm glad I can be at hand. Sorry we didn't get much alone time,' I told him.

'It's fine. We have all the time in the world for alone time. I'm sure my dad and Carole will want you over all the time,' Kurt said.

'Well, I'm counting on that,' I laughed.

We got to mine and Kurt stepped out of the car to meet me at the passengers door. I placed my hands on his waist, pulling him slightly closer to close the distance. He leaned forwards towards me and pressed his lips tightly against mine, wrapping his arms over my shoulders.

'Goodnight Dave,' he whispered, pulling out of this kiss. I laid a quick peck on his mouth.

'Goodnight, Kurt, thanks for having me over,' I whispered back.

'Anytime,' came his reply and he loosened his grip on my shoulders, freeing me so that I could go up into the house. I turned before closing the door and waved as he drove off.

I didn't close the door until I saw him round a final corner and disappear from view.