Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters mentioned, and I sure as hell am not making a profit off of it.

Author's Note: This is set somewhere after Dave and Blaine met on the stairs for the first time – everything else that happened after this canonly is null and void for the purposes of this story. It was first uploaded on LiveJournal and I'm loading it on after a few tweaks (by which I mean, a few words here and there). If you're wondering, the song is "Boyfriend" by Big Time Rush.


The next few weeks at school had been hell. Dave was seeing red. Literally. It was as if he couldn't walk ten feet without another slushie raining down on him. Even the Glee club had taken pity on him. First, the chick who was always around Kurt—Mercury? Or maybe it was Mercedes; it was some sort of car name—had led Dave to an unused bathroom and helped him clean off the sticky substance. She'd said she was grateful that Dave was leaving her "baby boy" alone and that although Dave "deserved a thousand more slushies" for all the things he'd done to Kurt, his depressed state was making her feel pity for him. Then by the end of Wednesday, Quinn Fabray had come up to him with a poncho, telling him it would help keep his clothes dry at least. He never wore the poncho. He'd take the slushies. After all, he deserved it, right? For liking a guy? The worst was when the wheelchair kid came up to him offering him a towel and a few words of wisdom about places to avoid. Hell, Dave knew those places better than anyone … He'd hunted down these kids for fun. Now he was the one being hunted.

The only thing that kept him going was Blaine. He hung out with the Dalton male more and more; sometimes at Blaine's house and sometimes at Dave's. Dave was learning more and more about Blaine, and Blaine had even managed to make the male break out into full-on smiles. Even when they couldn't hang out in person, they would meet up on Xbox Live in order to have a game of Halo which would usually end with Dave cursing Blaine out for being "too good" at the game. Blaine seemed to know just how to push all the right buttons. When Dave was having a horrible day at school, Blaine just knew—that or Blaine was seriously stalking him—and Dave would find a few encouraging words texted to him.

However, Dave didn't tell Blaine how he felt about him. At least, not to his face.

The last time he'd mentioned liking someone, had been when he described his crush. Blaine had never brought it up again. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Blaine knew. He had to have realized how close they'd gotten over the past few weeks. Blaine had even sat down and charmed his parents at dinner one night he'd stayed late! That was why, when Dave found himself at Blaine's house one Saturday, he couldn't focus on Halo.

"Is everything ok, Dave? You're practically letting me win … I mean, I would win regardless, but …" He said, dragging out the 'but'. When he didn't get a laugh or any sort of reaction from Dave, he frowned some. "Dave?" He questioned.

Dave sighed, "Sorry, guess my mind's in other places … "

"Do you want to talk about it?" Blaine asked as he placed his controller to the side.

Dave focused on his controller like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "… Have you ever kissed a … guy?"

"… Yes? Is that what's on your mind?" He asked as he moved a little closer to the other, "Is this about that guy you like? Did he do something you didn't want to?" Blaine asked with a frown that disappeared when Dave shook his head quickly.

"No … I just … I was just wondering … I mean … I haven't … not properly, at least … So … "

"Do you want to?" Blaine asked, "Right now?"

Dave looked up at the other, completely confused as his heart clenched at the thought of getting to kiss the person he was crushing on. The next thing he knew, he was finding Blaine's lips on his own. The jock was shell-shocked for a moment, unsure what to do. Blaine was kissing him.

Blaine was kissing him.

When Dave didn't respond back, Blaine pulled away frowning, "Is everything okay? … I probably shouldn't have done—"

He was cut off by Dave tossing his controller to the ground and pulling him closer. Blaine noticed the hesitation as they got close enough to kiss, "It's okay, Dave. If you want to try it out, you won't be forcing me. It can be practice for the guy you like, right?" He offered and Dave gave a soft nod, pressing his lips against Blaine's. Blaine responded to the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dave's neck loosely. It actually wasn't that bad and somewhere in the back of his mind he told himself that whoever Dave was crushing on was quite the lucky male.

Without realizing it, Blaine was on his back on the couch they'd been sitting on, Dave hovering over him as he kissed him. He felt Dave's hand casually side up his side as if trying to memorize his curves—not that he had any—and gasped as Dave's cold hand touched his warm skin. The gasp allowed Dave to gather the courage to push the kiss further, letting his tongue break the unspoken barrier.

Then Dave was pulling away from Blaine quickly.

It took Blaine a moment to realize what had happened before frowning slightly, "Dave? Are you okay?" He watched as Dave stared at him confused before grabbing his things and muttering something about having to go. Blaine frowned as he watched Dave practically run from the room and heard the front door slam. He sighed as he flopped back down onto the couch hoping he hadn't just ruined their friendship.


Blaine sighed as he picked at the nonexistent fuzz on his sheets while he cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder. "Do you think I upset him?" He asked the person on the other line. He hadn't seen or heard from Dave in three days since he kissed him. He'd tried to text, Facebook chat and even tried to call a few times with no answer.

He heard Kurt sigh on the other end of the line, "Probably … I told you before … he's unstable."

"He only needed someone to talk to. He was really confused and … lost … " Blaine sighed, "I shouldn't have kissed him."

"No. You shouldn't have," Kurt said a bitterly.

"… Now you're upset with me …"

"… You're rather oblivious aren't you?" He heard Kurt say before frowning some. "… We hang out all the time, or we did, until your little 'Karofsky Project'. We like a lot of the same things and … Was I supposed to think that … this thing we had … was nothing?"

Blaine was silent for a while before frowning, "What do you mean?"

"… I like you …" Kurt said after a few quiet moments, "But … you obviously like Karofsky … He's all you ever talk about now … The entire reason you called me today was to talk about him—not even ask how I was or if I wanted to hang out …"

Blaine could hear the hurt tone in Kurt's voice and he sat in silent reflection until he heard Kurt calling his name, "You're right … I'm … I'm sorry, Kurt … I … didn't think … "

"It's alright … " Kurt said, "Not the first time I've been shot down … At least you didn't realize …" Blaine was sure that he heard the other let out a small sniffle. He went to respond but Kurt got to it before him. "Now … We'll have to think of some way to win Dave over … But for this … I think we might need the Warbler's help along with some guys from William McKinley."


Dave had managed to avoid Blaine for the past week. He wasn't sure, but after three days of ignoring him—Blaine had stopped trying. Maybe he finally was backing off … Maybe Blaine was giving up on him? Dave frowned. That wasn't like him. Either way, Dave had found himself attending Glee meetings and slowly becoming friends with the guys there. They really weren't that bad. The first day, Finn had clapped him on the shoulder and told him all the guys had his back. Puckerman had added in, "Hell yeah. We'll kick whoever's ass who tries to mess with you—you're one of us now."

He had friends.

But for the past two days, they'd cancelled Glee meetings and left Dave in the dark. Maybe it was too soon … He really wasn't welcome. It was Friday afternoon and he hadn't seen a single Glee club member. It was rather depressing. Then suddenly, standing in the middle of the hallway, there he was.

Blaine.

"What the … hell … " Dave started as music started—or rather … the Warblers. How did he miss them? Not only that … Members of New Directions were there, joining in. Then it happened. Blaine started to sing. Ignoring the others in the hallway; he was singing to Dave.

Have you ever had the feeling you're drawn to someone?
And there isn't anything they could've said or done
And everyday I see you on your own
And I can't believe that you're alone

But I overheard your girls and this is what they said:
(Looking for a looking for) that you're looking for a boyfriend
I see that, give me time now you know I'm gonna be there
Don't be scared to come put your trust in me
Can't you see all I really want to be is your boyfriend
Can't fight that; let me down you know I'm coming right back

I don't care at all what you done before all I really want is to be your

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend

Dave had gone pale by this time and was slowly trying to back away as Blaine, the Warblers, and New Directions were singing and providing the music and backup for Blaine. Was he being completely serious? Blaine was singing about wanting to be his—Dave Karofsky's—boyfriend? This had to be some sort of horrible dream. He looked over to his left as he was backed up into some lockers to see Azimio standing twenty feet away, a horrified look on his face before an arm practically slammed into the locker beside him and he turned to face Blaine who was still singing.

Let me take a little moment to find the right words
(To find the right words)

So when I kick it you it ain't something that you've heard
(something that you've heard)
I don't know what kind of guy that you prefer
But I know I gotta put myself or worse
See I think got the kind of love that you deserve and I heard

That you're looking for a boyfriend
I see that, give me time now you know I'm gonna be there
Don't be scared to come put your trust in me
Can't you see all I really want to be is your boyfriend
Can't fight that; let me down you know I'm coming right back

I don't care at all what you done before all I really want is to be your

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend

This was not happening to him. Dave managed to slip away from the two groups and Blaine and make his way outside to the courtyard. Which, in retrospect, probably wasn't the best idea, seeing as how this simply gave the Warblers and New Directions—who must have spent the last two days rehearsing—more room to dance and do their thing. Dave was getting dizzy, trying to pay attention to everyone and didn't see as Blaine was on his knees in front of him, holding his hands tightly.

If you tell me where, I'm waiting here
Everyday like slum dog millionaire
Bigger then the Twilight love affair
I'll be here boy I swear

Blaine stood up, wrapping an arm around Dave's waist, motioning towards the Warblers and New Directions who were all rather enthusiastic about trying to get the two together. Suddenly Blaine was moving away to sing and show off in front of the other.

(Looking for a looking for) that you're looking for a boyfriend
I see that, give me time now you know I'm gonna be there
Don't be scared to come put your trust in me
Can't you see all I really want to be is your boyfriend
Can't fight that; let me down you know I'm coming right back

I don't care at all what you done before all I really want is to be your

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend
Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy friend

All I really want is to be your...

They finished their number with Blaine holding Dave's hand. They ignored the applause from the other McKinley students and Blaine gave Dave his trademark smile, "Well … ?" He questioned.

"… You're serious?" Dave questioned.

"As serious as a broken ankle right before a big game."

Dave stared at the other, laughing at the other's response before sighing. "… Yeah. I guess … we can uh … be boyfriends … "