Author's Note: I re-uploaded this chapter to fix the page break issues.

I can't believe we're going to Scandals again. What's the point? Last time you got too drunk, a little handsy, and walked home. Kurt couldn't keep those thoughts from forming in his head as he drove Blaine to Lima's sole gay bar.

"How long do we have to stay?"

"Kurt. Come on, It'll be fun." Blaine turned and looked as Kurt glanced his way. "I promise, this time I'll only dance with you."

Kurt didn't like the response exactly, like Blaine had to promise, otherwise what? He'd be dancing with Sebastian all night? Ugh. Sebastian. Rodent.

"I'm not saying you can't dance with anyone else, just..." at least make an effort to "dance with me more." He said finally.

"Deal!" Blaine took the offer gladly.

XxXxX

The Bar was just as Kurt remembered it. Dark and dingy. Like the purpose was to not see who you were talking to or dancing with. Getting in was just as easy as last time, but it still annoyed Kurt that his fake ID was of some Hawaiian guy that looked nothing like him.

They walked past the crowd of people that didn't look any different than the last time they were there. He had seen these people last time, but he didn't actually look at them. Their 'look' was all over place from Frat Boy to Drag Queen to Scary Grizzly Adams Guy.

There was even a snake.

Sebastian.

"Hey guys." He said to the pair, but Kurt knew he was talking mostly to Blaine.

"Kinda busy tonight, huh?" Blaine said.

"Yea, they just set up the back room for Karaoke. It gets pretty crowded in here." Sebastian said. "You guys wanna try it?"

"No. Not really," Kurt shot out pretty fast.

"Aww. You scared?" Sebastian teased.

"Of course not. However, my idea of fun doesn't include watching a bunch of drunken idiots who can't sing embarrassing themselves in public, and the only thing worse than listening to those idiots is singing to them." Kurt said flatly.

"Believe it or not, I've never actually done karaoke before." Blaine started. "I have to admit, it has always sounded like fun." Kurt was not amused. "Come on, maybe we can find a duet and sing together," Blaine said thinking back to their talk in the car.

Kurt let out a sigh of defeat. Fine.

"The sign-up sheet fills up quickly." Sebastian said. "Let's get our names on the list, and then we'll look through the song books."

This is not what Kurt signed up for. He enjoys singing, but not like this. Not so mundane.

XxXxX

Kurt, Blaine and Sebastian were sitting at a table near the back of the room with the karaoke setup. Kurt figured that this was the same stage where the drag queens performed. The room was nice-sized: three booths on either side and about fifteen tables around the room. You could barely hear the music from the dance floor in the other, larger, room.

He knew they were about half way down on the list of around thirty people, and around ten had sung so far. He knew that it was going to be bad, but this was bad.

Blaine was smiling and talking with Sebastian, not in a flirty way – like Sebastian, but in his sweet, naïve Blaine way. It was annoying when it was directed at Sebastian. They were mostly talking about the Warblers' upcoming performance at somewhere Kurt was too uninterested to hear.

The guy on stage was slaughtering "Play That Funky Music," but the crowd seemed to be enjoying themselves.

As the song was ending, Blaine and Sebastian stood up.

"Hey, we're going to get another beer." Blaine started. "I Think I'm gonna need some liquid courage."

Courage. Hmm, interesting choice of words.

Kurt was of course the designated driver, but at least this time, he was keeping track of Blaine's drinks. He'd had exactly one beer, and he was nowhere near drunk, so at least that's good. Kurt glanced up on stage as the next idiot walked up and sat on the provided stool. He couldn't see the guy – the stage lights were in his eyes. The music started to play…

I'm not a perfect person

There's many things I wish I didn't do

But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

and the reason is you

The voice was actually very good. Deep and baritone, but Kurt still couldn't see the person, so he leans over to his left to where the light is no longer in his eyes. The man is dressed in dark shirt, jeans, and a dark ballcap. It kinda looks like…

I'm sorry that I hurt you

It's something I must live with everyday

And all the pain I put you through

I wish that I could take it all away

And be the one who catches all your tears

Thats why i need you to hear

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

and the reason is You

and the reason is You

and the reason is You

and the reason is You

Dave Karofsky. Kurt looked at the stage with wide eyes. I didn't even know he could sing, and what's this song?

I'm not a perfect person

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

and the reason is you

The lyrics. Kurt felt like they were being directed at him. Like Dave had been wanting to say all these things and finally found an outlet. But…He didn't even know I was here, right?

I've found a reason to show

A side of me you didn't know

A reason for all that I do

And the reason is you

As the song ended, Kurt felt a little flush. He didn't know if the bathrooms were too disgusting, but he needed to splash water on his face. And where was Blaine?

XxXxX

"Another shot!" Sebastian said to the tired-looking bartender. You could see how this guy was probably cute about ten years ago, but he was probably thirty-five, but looked forty-five. He probably smoked and drank a lot in his youth.

"I don't think I like this game." Blaine complained.

"When I get one wrong," Sebastian said, handing Blaine a shot, "we'll stop."

"No. I don't think-"

"Okay, one more." Sebastian interrupted.

"Okay, and then we're done."

"Fine." Sebastian said glancing up as he was thinking. "He wore a shirt, didn't he? Not even a tank, but an actual tee-shirt." The look on Blaine's face said it all. "I knew it! I win three out of three."

Blaine held up the shot in a mock 'toast' then slammed it, like the previous two.

"But that's it!" Blaine said in defiance. "Let's go, before I miss my turn."

"Wait! You need to know something first." Sebastian called out.

XxXxX

Dave Karofsky had been going to Scandals a few times a month since summer. It was dark, secluded, and just what he needed. He could just be Dave, and not Karofsky. No one knew him or his situation. It was fun, and he could relax. They even had drag shows some nights and karaoke. That was the best. He could sing in public, and no one would judge him, hell, they usually cheered him on.

It's weird. In the "straight world," he never really got asked out, but he could tell that chicks thought he was cute. But in the "gay world," he was more of a hot commodity. Nearly every time he was there, someone offered to buy him a drink. At first, he didn't know what to do. He'd never really bought a girl a drink, and he wasn't sure what it meant. Was he obligated to: talk? Make out? More?

The third time at Scandals and the third time someone offered to buy him a drink, he accepted, and the guy was actually pretty cool – a little older, stockier than Dave, but not fat. Salt-n-pepper hair. Patrick was his name. He told Dave that he was pretty adorable for a Bear Cub. Bear Cub? Huh. Patrick was just a nice guy who wanted to talk and have fun, nothing more. It was cool.

He hadn't seen Patrick in a few weeks. Said something about traveling for his job. But Patrick wasn't why Dave was here this particular night. Karaoke. That's what Dave was here for. He'd been practicing with his Xbox for a few weeks. He had the song picked out. It's the only song he feels like he can sing with some emotion that's not sappy or sad.

He's been sitting at the front table waiting for his turn, and it has arrived. He walks up on stage and takes the mic. The piano thump starts followed by the familiar drum beat. And the melodic guitar…

I'm not a perfect person…

As he sings the first verse, he looks out into the crowd, and just lets his emotions take over…

and the reason is you…

As he finishes the chorus for a second time, he notices a face in the crowd… It looks like…

…I've found a reason to show

A side of me you didn't know

A reason for all that I do

And the reason is you.

As Dave finishes, he sees the person he'd noticed earlier get up abruptly and exit… Kurt?

XxXxX

"What?" What is it that I need to know?" Blaine was starting to feel that last shot.

"Over here." Sebastian motioned to an empty table off to the side. "There's this tradition, and you're not going to believe me, but just hear me out."

Blaine tried to roll his eyes, but his face was slightly numb, and he wasn't sure if he pulled it off. Based on Sebastian's smirk, he didn't.

"Before you're first time singing karaoke, you have to kiss someone." Sebastian looked at a confused, slightly annoyed Blaine. "I'm serious."

"I'm not falling for that." Blaine said trying to keep a serious face. He wasn't drunk, just warm and feeling loose.

"Ukh.. I'm not making this up." Sebastian said. He looked a Blaine's disbelieving face for a beat and then motioned to a passerby, "Excuse me?" The guy walked over and checked the two boys out. "Do you know the tradition about singing karaoke for the first time?"

The guy's face went from plain to excited. "Yea! I'll Kiss ya." Sebastian looked back to Blaine with confidence before waving the guy off.

"I'm not kissing you." Blaine said flatly.

"Fine. Kiss your boyfriend." Sebastian said trying to sound like he was encouraging it. "But you smell like a brewery, and I'm sure Fancy Pants is gonna love that."

Blaine looked back towards the karaoke room.

"It doesn't have to be a big deal, not even on the lips." Sebastian turned his head to the side and pointed to his cheek.

He didn't know if he was just exhausted of Sebastian's relentless behavior, or the alcohol, or what, but he gave in. It's just a quick peck on the cheek. It's no big deal he told himself. With a quick look around to see if Kurt was around, he leaned into Sebastian's cheek. But what he was met with were Sebastian's lips. That sneaky fuck! He pulled the oldest trick in the book.

Just as he was about to pull away, Blaine didn't have a choice. He was pulled away by a hand on his shoulder. Kurt?

Nope. Dave Karofsky.

XxXxX

The bathroom wasn't that bad. It at least had paper towels and soap. He must have been in there for five minutes standing in the stall waiting to if he was alone. He didn't even want to come tonight, but Blaine hangs out with Kurt's friends, so Kurt is obligated to do the same…

After the 3rd cool paper towel to his face, he decides it time to head back and make sure Sebastian is keeping his hands to himself. True. He trusted Blaine, but he didn't trust Sebastian, not after… Stupid Smirky Meer Kat face.

Kurt went back to the karaoke room, but there were new people sitting at their table. Maybe they came back and he was gone, so they chose another table. He scans the room. Nope. They can't still be getting a drink? And I know they didn't go to the bathroom. He heads out to the bar area, and that's when he sees it. Two guys fighting each other near a table opposite the bar.

XxXxX

"What are you doing? Where's Kurt?"

Annoyed, and not at all afraid, Sebastian let's out the first thing that comes to mind, "None of your business, Magilla."

"Fuck you, Preppy." He said it to Sebastian, but his eyes never left Blaine.

"Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but I think you need to just turn around and walk away." Blaine said – the adrenaline is sobering him up.

"That right?" is all that Dave says.

"Look-" Sebastian starts.

"I got this," Blaine interjects, keeping his eyes on Dave. "It should be real easy for you. You're used to keeping secrets, right?" Blaine's stare is cold and even.

"What are you talking about?" Dave says, his confidence is starting to waver slightly.

"How's your new school?" Blaine antagonizes.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Listen…. nothing happened, and if you try to tell Kurt anything different…" Blaine takes a step closer to Dave. "You'll accomplish nothing but hurting him…" Blaine leans in for the kill. "But I guess you're used to that."

Dave's eyebrows tighten, and he balls his fists, but Blaine is ready for him. He pops Dave right in the mouth. Sucker punch. Dave doesn't let that stop him from body slamming Blaine into the wall directly behind Blaine. Sebastian watches in amusement. Fun.

Kurt gets over to the fight just in time to shove Dave away. He doesn't have to try very hard, because Dave jumps back like Kurt's hand was on fire, like he knew it was Kurt.

"What the hell is going on?" Kurt nearly screams. His face is twisted and shocked. It's not exactly the face he was making in the locker room that day, but it was similar, but angrier. Dave stopped looking at Blaine, and kept his eyes on Kurt.

Dave and Blaine are glaring at each other, but no one wants to speak. Sebastian uses this to his advantage.

"That guy tried to kiss Blaine," he points to Dave. Kurt's eyes go from Sebastian to Dave and finally to Blaine. Blaine's face has gone from anger to thoughtful.

Dave could have argued, but what good would that have done? What game is Blaine playing? And who was this other guy? He knew what he saw. From a different perspective, Dave could see how this would play out. Blaine was Kurt's boyfriend, so there's level of trust, and it not like Dave has never kissed a guy that obviously didn't want to be kissed before. He didn't like Blaine before, but after that comment about his new school… That was a threat. Put all that together… Dave would lose.

"Is that true?" Kurt exclaimed, looking at Dave. This wasn't the Dave from here a few months ago, or Dave from Prom, or even Dave from the hallway outside French class. This was Dave from just after the kiss when he was threatening to kill Kurt.

After a tense breath, and a sigh of defeat, Dave finally responds, "Fuck you." He turns to leave rubbing his left jaw. That's gonna hurt in the morning.

Kurt doesn't follow.

Dave exits the bar, feeling the cold breeze on his face – it feels good. He heads home; after all, he's got hockey practice tomorrow.

XxXxX

tbc