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Already Yours

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Kurt's conversation with Dave at the bar leaves him with some things to think about after his visit to Scandals.

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“You better watch your boyfriend,” Dave said as he slipped behind Kurt and sat down on the bar stool just past him. He tapped on the bar. “Could I get another beer, please?” He took the bottle from the bartender and took a swig.

Kurt turned towards him and chuckled.

Dave flashed Kurt a warm smile, feeling good that he had made Kurt smile since he had such a grim look on his face when Dave had seen him from across the room.

“So how’s life at your new school?”

Dave continued to smile. “Fine.” His voice cracked as he was honest with Kurt. “I just want to have a normal senior year. Play football without my teammates hearing rumors about me.”

“Just so you know, I would have never told anyone.” Kurt rotated the stool and looked back towards the dance floor. “That’s not who I am.” He turned back again. “So you come here all the time?”

Dave’s smile crept back up. “People like me here. I feel accepted.”

Kurt nodded and smiled briefly.

“I’m what they call a ‘bear cub’.”

“Because you look like Yogi?” 

Dave looked away and smiled again. Now who needs educating? he thought. He shook his head and said, “Because I’m burly or something.” He figured Kurt could look it up himself if he wanted to know more.

Kurt looked surprised.

Despite not wanting to ruin what was their first non-confrontational conversation, Dave smarted back, “So is this the point where you judge me?”

Kurt looked up, his face relaying his shock at Dave’s question.

Damn. Dave was annoyed with himself.

“As long as you aren’t beating people up, I’m all for being whoever you have to be, at your own speed.”

He noticed Kurt looking over towards the dance floor again.

“Right now, I’m just trying to get through high school.”

Kurt nodded slightly, acknowledging the same desire.

Dave picked his beer up. “Here’s to baby steps.”

Kurt picked up his Shirley Temple and tapped it against Dave’s beer bottle.

They both took a drink afterwards.

Kurt started to get up.

Dave quickly asked him a question before he managed to. “Why are you here?”

“Sebastian, the guy dancing with Blaine.” Kurt glanced over to where the two of them were dancing. “He invited us.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen him around here before, but not during the week, just on Saturday nights usually. How did you two meet him?”

“He goes to Dalton.”

Dave nodded. “You don’t really seem like you want to be here.”

Kurt shrugged.

Dave watched Blaine and Sebastian on the dance floor for a few minutes. “Why were you sitting over here while your boyfriend was out there?”

“I was getting up to go out there just a second ago.”

“How about a game of pool? Winner buys the next round of drinks.”

“I, um, would actually like that better than just sitting here, but Blaine wouldn’t like that.”

“He’s busy dancing with another guy. Why should he be upset about you playing pool?”

Kurt didn’t have a good answer to that question.

Rather than get up, Dave regrouped. “Tell me more about how the two of you met him.”

“Blaine went over to Dalton to give the Warblers tickets to West Side Story.”

“You’re Tony, right?”

Kurt looked over surprised that Dave knew any of the characters in the play, but shook his head.

“What? My mom likes old musicals. Go on.” Kurt’s negative answer finally clicked. “Wait. You mean you’re not Tony?”

“Blaine is.”

Dave raised an eyebrow. “Go on. Explain how that happened. Don’t skimp on the details either.”

Kurt shook his head, refusing to answer.

Dave steeled himself for getting slapped, but he reached over and put his hand next to Kurt’s on the bar, his pinky just touching the edge of Kurt’s. “You know, if you were mine, I would make sure that everyone in this place knew it. I wouldn’t be out on the dance floor dancing with someone else. Blaine’s nuts. There’s no way that guy’s as amazing as you.” He moved his hand away and stood up. “I’m going to go play pool, if you decide you want to do something besides watch someone make a play for your idiot boyfriend, you know where to find me. You can join them like you were going to, but I just have to ask you. Shouldn’t he be turning down the advances? Why do you feel the need to fight for what’s supposedly already yours?”

Two hours later, lying in bed crying, Dave’s words replayed in his mind, interspersed with his own.

“‘If you were mine, I would make sure that everyone in this place knew it.”

“I don’t want to do it on a night that you spent half of dancing with another guy."

“Why do you feel the need to fight for what’s supposedly already yours?”

"I've never in my life felt less like being intimate with someone. And either you can't tell or just don't care!"

His mind flashed back to Tony. He didn’t fight then. He didn’t fight for what was supposedly his. If he didn’t fight for Blaine, Sebastian would be there in the wings waiting to swoop him away.

Dave’s smile popped back into his head. How could Dave and Karofsky be the same person? Dave had quit being a bully, which was hard enough to believe even though he had seen it firsthand the year before. His whole demeanor had been different that evening, so calm, sweet, and seemingly self-assured. He wasn’t that “scared little boy” anymore. And that smile was definitely not extraordinarily ordinary, more like disarmingly charming.

Playing on repeat in his mind were Dave’s words and the gentle touch of his pinky to his own, which had been so much more romantic than the unwanted groping he had barely managed to escape from in Blaine’s backseat.

“There’s no way that guy’s as amazing as you.”