Entwined 3/?
Chapter 3:
Later that evening, Dave was dressing to go home after practice, when the captain, Jeff Hanson approached him.
“Hey dude, it’s time for your initiation.”
“What?”
“Come one, every new player does it as a welcome to the team thing.”
“Okay?”
Jeff shoved three cans of spray paint in his hand.
“What do you want me to do with these?”
“What do you think? You’re gonna spray paint some lockers.”
“Isn’t that vandalism?”
“Who cares? It’s not like we’re gonna get caught.”
Dave felt uneasy about the entire situation.
Jeff gave him a slip of paper with words on them.
Locker 221: DYKE
Locker 432: FAGGOT
Dave’s heart dropped. He recognized the last number on the paper. It was Kurt’s locker.
He stood there for what felt like hours. He was at an impasse. He could do what his teammates wanted, and lose Kurt forever, or he could say no and pretty much out himself to his teammates.
The decision was made for him though when Jeff took the bottle and started spraying Kurt’s locker.
“It’s not that hard dude. Seriously. By the way, if anyone asks, you did it.”
He knew he should throw the can down and just walk away. Take a stand for what he knew was right.
But instead he finished the last few letters on Kurt’s locker and moved on to the weird Goth girl’s locker and painted dyke.
Dave felt horrible for days. He spent most of them avoiding Kurt and the people from the hockey club.
That all changed though at the end of the week. Dave was putting his books back in his locker and getting ready to leave, when his locker door slammed shut.
“You tell your Neanderthal friends if they have something to say to me, say it to my face and leave my locker alone!”
Dave said nothing. He pretended he had no idea what Kurt was talking about.
“Say what to your face?”
“Like you don’t know, Dave. I had the word faggot spray painted on my locker this week. And I’m supposed to believe that you didn’t know, considering it had to be one of your stupid jock buddies?”
Before Dave could answer he felt a presence behind him.
“Of course Karofsky knows about it, you homo. He’s the one who painted it!”
FUCK.
Dave’s eyes closed and his shoulders slumped. He was fucked.
He opened his eyes again to see Kurt staring at him.
He tried to say he didn’t know it was his locker, but both of them knew it was a lie.
Kurt’s expression was stony and Dave couldn’t read him.
Kurt finally spoke,
“Oh, well at least I know what you really think of me, Karofsky.”
The captain placed his hand on Dave’s shoulder,
“Dude, why do you even care what Hummel thinks?”
Dave was silent for a few seconds as he watched Kurt pause in his step.
This was it. He could tell the truth and maybe have a shot at being with Kurt, or he could keep his reputation and lose a friend.
“I don’t. I just don’t like being around homos.”
His fate was sealed. He and Kurt were no longer friends. They were longer anything.
That entire weekend Dave played like shit at his hockey games, and did nothing but sleep, eat, and cry.
Thins only got worse at school.
Kurt was now open season and he was ridiculed, harassed, and tortured every day by almost every single jock at school.
Dave was never one of the bullies, but he also never did anything to stop anyone.
Then Kurt started tutoring a new kid. The Asian dude with the fabulous abs.
Dave saw red. Nothing but pure, unadulterated jealousy.
Mike was better looking than him, fitter than him, and smarter than him. If Dave had been screwed before, he definitely was now. Something snapped inside of him.
He only started out by shoving Chang into the lockers as he walked by. Then in turned into giving slushie facials, dumping nerds and losers into the dumpster, and taunting those who were smaller or weaker than him.
Anything to get a reaction out of Kurt, but nothing worked.
Then one day after he got a rotten score on a math test, his favorite hockey stick had broken, and there were not tater tots left at lunch, he snapped.
He brutally shoved Chang into the lockers, knowing he’d leave bruises.
He didn’t care. His life was shit and he wanted someone else to feel what he was going through on a daily basis.
He headed into the locker room to grab his iPod before lunch when he heard the door open.
“What the hell is your problem, David?”
Shit. Dave turned around to see Kurt Hummel, hands on his perfect hips. His eyes flashing, nostrils flared, and his chest heaving.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hummel.”
“Hummel? Since when have you called me by my last name? None of your precious hockey team is around right now. You can drop the act and call me Kurt.”
“Maybe I don’t want to call you that.”
“You know what, fine! Don’t call me by my first name. In fact, don’t talk to me ever again! But you better lay off Mike. He has done nothing to you; I have done nothing to you. I have no idea what is going on with you, but it needs to stop, Dave.”
Now Dave was angry. Where the hell did Kurt get off pretending like this was his entire fault?
“Are you done, Homo?”
He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth, and by the look on Kurt’s face, he knew that he had just fucked up majorly.
“What did you call me?”
Dave just stood there, unable to speak.
“I cannot believe that I ever thought you were my friend. I defended you to the teachers, saying you just needed extra help. Do you realize they were going to hold you back, unless I helped you bring your grade up? I was the one to offer to help you, because I thought you had potential. Way to prove me wrong, Dave. “
“So does this mean you hate me now?”
“No. I don’t hate you. I don’t like you. I nothing you, Dave.”
Dave was crushed, at least with hate; he knew that Kurt felt something for him. But now, Kurt didn’t care at all, and that hurt more than anything.
Kurt just stood there looking sorry for him and that fueled Dave’s anguish even more.
He needed to get the fuck out of there right now or he was going to do something he regretted.
Kurt refused to budge.
“Why are you such a follower? Why are you such a coward? I know that you’re not a bully and a jackass, so why are you letting people turn you into those things?
Dave snapped. Kurt was instantly pinned against one of the lockers.
“Get out of my face, Hummel.”
Kurt had that bitch look on his face again.
“Have you been hit one too many times in the head, Karofsky? You’re the one in my face.”
Dave glared back into Kurt’s gorgeous flashing green eyes.
Suddenly he remembered where he was and who he was with.
He could feel Kurt’s muscles beneath his shirt. The mix of that and the scent of Kurt’s lemon scented shampoo overwhelmed him. He could feel himself start to respond and immediately dropped Kurt.
Kurt was trapped between Dave and the locker.
Dave immediately stepped backwards and turned to leave.
As he picked up his bag he turned to look at Kurt.
“I guess since we are nothing to each other, this means we won’t have to see or talk to each other anymore. Which is a relief.”
He saw a look pass over Kurt’s face, which was quickly masked by anger and defiance. But for a brief moment, Kurt looked hurt and genuinely upset by those words.
Dave nearly dropped his bag and kissed Kurt senseless when he remembered Finn Hudson.
So he pushed the door open and stepped back into the halls of the high school.