Dave

I'd been prepared to have it seen that they were expelled. To make sure they were punished in every way possible. But when it had came down to it, I hadn't done it. And why was that?

I wasn't sure what had been running through my head when I'd said I didn't want to give evidence, but I didn't regret it. After thinking about it for a bit, I realised I had plenty of reasons to let them off. The first being, even though Azimio had hurt me, I'd been his friend since we were kids. He'd been a good friend up until that point and I owed him something for being there for me all of those years. It didn't mean I forgave him or anything. It didn't change anything.

The others I didn't really care that much about. As much as I hated what they'd done, I was over it and giving evidence would just keep bringing it back up. It would just be a reminder that something happened. I'd let out all the anger and upset and I was willing to move on from that point.

"Hey, Dave. How'd it go? Finn said you got called into Figgins' office," said Kurt when we met up at lunch.

"Yeah. He wanted me to give my view of the story to create a report," I told him.

"Oh, so is he expelling them?" he asked, eagerly.

"No. I didn't talk."

"What? Why not?"

"For a few different reasons. I know that what they did was wrong and all, but I'm over it and I don't want a constant reminder of what happened. And I know I was really pissed off about it, but Azimio was my best friend for years. He covered for me loads of times. Not on anything this bad, but I guess I owe him that much. Don't worry I'm not going back to him. I just want to forget this all happened," I explained.

"Are you sure, Dave? It was pretty bad what they did," he asked me.

"Absolutely. If they do anything again, I'll be right in there, but for now let's just forget about it."

"Well, I guess it's your decision..."

"Let's go get lunch and we'll talk about it later," I said and he gave a dubious smile before taking my arm and leading me to the canteen. However, on the way, we were interrupted.

"Dave?"

I whipped around to see Azimio standing behind me, hands in his pockets and a sincere expression on his face.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.

"Kurt, go save us a table. I won't be a minute," I said to Kurt. He hesitated, but went ahead anyway, leaving me with Azimio in the empty corridor.

"Look, thanks man. I really am sorry and -" Azimio started, but I cut him off.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you or I've got your back or anything. I just want to forget this whole thing happened, but that doesn't mean I will," I told him.

"But, dude. You're my best friend..."

"No. I was your best friend. Until you did this."

"Look, I'm really sorry. I know I shouldn't have and I honestly really regret it. Nothing like that will ever happen again," he argued.

"It shouldn't have happened in the first place. If you had a problem with me, you could have just said it in the first place."

"I don't have a problem with you. I don't care if you're off riding rainbows with Hummel or whatever. I just want me bro back."

"Too late, dude," I muttered, before turning around and heading towards the canteen. I found Kurt sat with Mercedes and Rachel, both who I'd began speaking to since I'd started sitting with Kurt. Mercedes was one of the sweetest girls I'd ever met. She didn't look at people and judge. She got to know people and decided whether they were a good person or not. She was also very forgiving. I understood that she didn't particularly like me before as I'd been horrible to her best friend, but now she understood the reasons and she saw I was truly sorry she treated me like a friend. Rachel, may have been the most self centred person I'd ever met, but she was actually quite sweet when you looked past her loud opinions and the love of herself.

"Everything alright?" Kurt whispered as I sat down. I nodded and he went back to his conversation with Mercedes, who had apparently noticed his jumper was a girl's jumper, to which he's said something about how fashion has no gender or something. Kurt had shoved some food in front of me, but I wasn't particularly hungry (big shock, I know).

"So, David. Did you want to come bowling on the weekend? It's meant to be a Glee thing, but as you're dating Kurt you should come too," said Rachel, who I immediately turned to.

"Really?" was my first reaction and I realised I sounded rather pathetic.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, you're not in Glee, but you're one of us," she said with a grin. 'One of us'. That somehow made me beam like an idiot.

"Oh, okay then. That sounds good. I'm in!" I replied.

"Great! It's going to be awesome. We've not had a 'Glee night out' in ages! Of course I see Finn all the time and Kurt too and we have rehearsals, but it's nice to see everyone at once out of school. I mean..." I kind of zoned out from there. Rachel was a lovely girl and all, but sometimes she went on a bit.

Luckily I was saved by the bell and Kurt dragged me off to class.

"You don't mind me coming on the weekend do you?" I asked him.

"Of course not. I'm glad you're coming actually. It's nice that you can get on with my friends and I can assure you that they're great friends!"

"That's good then. I mean, I guess I've got along with the Glee guys who are on the team, but I've never really spoken to any of them except Finn outside of football. It'll be nice to get to socialise with them outside of that," I said.

"It's going to be good. You can come to mine after too if you want. No doubt Finn will go to Rachel's so why not?" was Kurt's response.

"Sure that sounds great!"

I looked down at Kurt, appreciating every inch of his beauty. I still wasn't sure how I'd convinced him to date me but I wasn't going to try and change his mind. He still made my heart beat a little faster every time I saw him and little butterflies erupt from in my stomach every time he kissed me.

And to think he was worried that he wasn't sexually attractive to me. Jesus, sometimes it took all I had to stop myself ripping off those painted on jeans and tight waist coats. I didn't think he'd appreciate me telling him some of the inappropriate thoughts that he starred in frequently. Plus the inappropriate dreams. Yeah he definitely wouldn't appreciate that.

I took Kurt's hand in mine, loving the way our fingers entwined perfectly, and I was so happy to have him and his friends. If Kurt hadn't been there, I'd still be the closeted, homophobic bully with nothing much to live for. I wasn't popular any more, but I wasn't a bully either. I wasn't in the closet any more and I didn't have to act homophobic any more. I missed my 'old life' in one way. The security of the popularity and friends. I didn't have to worry about people hating me for being different, or being beaten up. I was, however, glad that I was free now. Free to be me. To love who I loved and be friends with people who were actually decent.

I would never forget the security I used to have, but I'd never go back.

Quite a short chapter and kind of bad ending, but here we are. Sorry for any mistakes.