Authors Note: This is my first fic, like, ever. So it is probably beyond horrible. I still have no idea if I'm continuing this or if it's just going to be a one shot. That depends on if I get good feedback. Because If it sucks I PROMISE I will not add anything else. Oh, and I don't own Glee (or Finger 11) no matter what the voices try to tell me. So uh, thanks. R&r?

"Dad. No. Just, no. No freaking way. No no no no NO!" the young soprano nearly screeched as he stood in front of a very annoyed and very tired Burt Hummel.

"Kurt, listen. With Finn on vacation with Rachel and her dad's and Carol and I going on our honeymoon, there is no way that I can let you stay home alone."

"But dad! I can stay at Dalton! Or with Blaine! Or home! I'm old enough now!" one Kurt Hummel cried.

With summer finally approaching Dalton was closed for the year and students returned home. Burt and Carol were finally going on the real honeymoon they deserved and all of Kurt's friends from Glee either on their own vacations, Kurt was screwed. He tried convincing his dad that Blaine was a great choice. But even he knew that Burt would not be moved by the action. Blaine was wealthy, and his parents were never home. No way was the elder Hummel letting that happen.

"Kurt." He warned.

Kurt groaned, sinking into the couch. He was dead. That's what was happening. After plenty of phone calls, Burt finally found a place for Kurt to stay at. His old friend, Paul Karofsky. As in father of DAVID FREAKING KAROFSKY! Rest assured, Burt had made it very clear to Kurt that David was in therapy now. Much nicer, and was not going to harass him anymore. Paul most certainly assured Kurt the same.

That did not stop the small male from trembling as he packed his suitcase for what would probably be the worst summer of his life.

"I assure you, Burt. David is thrilled to have Kurt staying with us. It'll feel just like home." Paul smiled at his father, patting Kurt on the shoulder. The small boy barely suppressed a shudder. He was most definitely not going to cry on David Karofsky's doorstep watching his father and Carol drive away.

Damn his dad for being friends with Dave's dad and actually trusting the father of the Neanderthal who threatened his life! He raised his chin and strutted into the house, large suitcase in hand and he tried not to let his struggle show.

"Here, let me help." Kurt stiffened. He recognized that voice. It haunted him in the empty hallways at Dalton or in his dreams. He turned slowly to see one Dave Karofsky.

And his jaw literally dropped.

In front of him was a teenage boy. Not a large, meat headed, scary Jock. But a regular weight, anger free, (Polo wearing) teenage boy.

"You look different." He spoke, the words leaving his lips before he had a chance and he shut them quickly.

Karofsky laughed, gingerly taking the suitcase from Kurt's death grip and started up the stairs of the large house. Kurt watched after him skeptically before following a few steps behind. 'Great Kurt, just great. Follow the bully up the stairs to certain death! Oh, wow, Dave's ass looks amazing in those jeans. Stop it!' Kurt internally screamed at himself before gaping at the room in front of him.

Karofsky's room was not what he expected. It was rather large with dark brown walls and a hardwood floor. There were two beds, on the wall separated by a night table. There were posters of bands and a few clothes scattered around, but it was nice. Kurt breathed in the scent softly and couldn't help but hide the smile.

"You have very refined taste, Karofsky." He spoke, trying to keep his head held high through his nervousness.

"You can call me David." The jock ran a hand through his hair. "I came out to the school." He blurted.

Kurt gaped at him for a second, sitting down on one of the beds, guessing it was his own because it was made. "You what?"

"I told the school I was a full-fledged ho-" Kurt winced. "Gay" Karofsky finished.

"Oh…well….that's…" the soprano glanced around the room, radiating warmth through his pale skin. "That's great." He whispered.

"And you can come back. Listen Kurt, I'm really sorry about everything that happened. And no one's going to bully you anymore! Just-"

"What are you expecting of me you Neanderthal?" Kurt snapped. "You threatened my life, tortured me for being gay. But suddenly since you came out of the closet everything is going to peachy between us? I don't think so you meat head jock!" he spat.

Kurt tried to ignore the hurt look that Dave gave him. But his words were true, even if he felt guilty for saying them. He looked down at the floor, fiddling with his fingers as he remained silent. The old Karofsky would have beaten the homo up by now. Instead he heard the other male sigh and sit down across from him. Kurt looked up to see the wounded look on the males face.

He was not going to feel bad about this.

Kurt sighed softly, sitting on his now bed with his laptop and headphones shoved in his ears. He hummed along to the song while he browsed online for a new pair of jeans and a couple other new wardrobe ideas.

"If I traded it all, If I gave it all away for one thing, just for one thing. If I sor-"Kurt snapped out of his reverie as he felt a hand tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see Dave and pulled out his headphones. "Yes, David?" he asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of his tone.

"Was that Finger 11?" he asked, his eyebrows shot a bit higher than normal.

"Yes, it was. Why?"

"Just pegged you for more of a Lady Gaga fan or something." He shrugged.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course the fag would love that! I do appreciate and adore the Lady herself, but that doesn't mean I can't listen to other things!" he snapped.

Karofsky looked taken aback by Kurt's sudden anger, and the use of the f word. "You're not a fag, Kurt." He murmured softly. Kurt rolled his eyes though at the words and Dave growled. "You're. Not. A. Fag. Hummel." He snapped.

"You sure didn't seem to think that every day at school!" Kurt bit back with just as much bitterness in his tone.

"Dammit! I apologized for that! Can't you just accept it!" he yelled. Kurt stood up to meet the jocks eyes, though he still stood a few inches shorter, he managed to look down his nose at the other boy. He suddenly realized just how close they were standing. He could feel Dave's breath on his own lips and he swallowed hard, making eye contact with the other.

"Karofsky…." He whispered.

The jock smiled and leaned forward, connecting their lips gently, and Kurt tried hard not to feel the small spark that ran through him.

"It's David." He whispers back.