I don't really think they'd ever do anything like this regarding Dave's mom on the show, but this little plot bunny bit me and I just couldn't let it go.

As soon as Kurt set sights on the woman in the hallway, he had a feeling she wasn't from around these parts. It wasn't just the lost look on her face as she glanced at the faces of the students who passed her, though that was a clue for sure. Her wardrobe was another; Kurt knew his designers, and he ticked off their names as he took in her chic ensemble: Seven skinny jeans in a dark wash, a brightly printed Missoni silk blouse, and a crazy adorable pair of silver Prada sandals with faux jewels. She stood with a posture that suggested that she might be a model or a dancer; chin high, shoulders back and ribcage lifted. Her hair fell well below her shoulders in a shining fall, and her makeup was applied expertly. The last time Kurt remembered seeing anyone who looked like her was when he had been in New York City for Nationals. Everything about the woman radiated sophistication and savoir-faire.

Kurt approached her, and she smiled questioningly as he approached her. "Excuse me," he said. "I hope I'm not being rude, but you seem a little disoriented. Can I help you find something? The office, maybe?" From across the hall Kurt would have put the woman in her late twenties or maybe very early thirties, but now that he was close he could see she was older than that. There were some very fine lines at the corner of her hazel eyes that suggested she might even be as old as forty.

Her smile grew bigger. "Oh God, you're not being rude at all," she said. "Thanks for taking pity on me, I have no idea where I'm going. I'm looking for a person, though, not a place."

"A teacher?" Kurt asked.

The woman looked down, losing her smile. But then she looked back up at him, and it was back in place. "Actually, no. I'm looking for a student. I know it's a big school, and it's probably a long shot that you know him, but you don't happen to know David Karofsky, do you?"

Kurt's eyes widened. What would someone like her want with Dave, of all people? Getting over the surprise, he replied. "I do, in fact. I'm not sure where he'd be, though. We only have one class together this semester, and it was first period." The woman's face fell in disappointment, and a thought occurred to Kurt. "I could text him, though. Ask him to meet us somewhere?"

She brightened. "Oh, that would be wonderful! You're friends with David, then?"

Kurt paused. "Well no, not friends, exactly."

"But you have his cell number?" the woman said, clearly confused.

"He, uh…" Kurt paused, thinking of how to phrase his response. "He helped me out with some bullying problems I was having last year. Part of a task force kind of thing. He gave me his cell number in case there was an emergency."

The woman got a strange look on her face. Happy, but also…proud? "Really?" she said. "David was part of an anti-bullying task force?"

Kurt nodded, wondering again just who in the hell this woman was, and how she knew Dave. "So, when I text him, who should I say I'm with?" he asked.

She looked down again. When she looked back at Kurt the smile was once again in place, but this time Kurt could tell it was somewhat forced. "I was hoping for it to be a surprise for him, actually," she said. "We're family, but I haven't seen him in a really long time. Would you mind maybe just asking him to meet you? Then I can come out for the big surprise."

There was something really odd about the whole situation, but Kurt's curiosity kept him from refusing. "Sure, I could do that," he said. "By the way, my name is Kurt. Kurt Hummel." He held out his hand.

The woman took it, and Kurt was relieved to see her smile warmly. "Sandra Girard. But you can call me Sandy, almost everyone does." She released his hand, smiling brightly. "It's nice to meet you, Kurt. I can't thank you enough for helping me with this."

Kurt shrugged, reaching for his phone. "Let's go to the choir room, and I'll text Dave. I only had study hall next period anyway, and if he gets the message, maybe he has a class he can blow off too."

Less than five minutes later, Dave felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Taking it out, he was shocked to see that the message was from Kurt Hummel. They'd barely seen each other since the whole prom debacle. The Bully Whips had been disbanded, Santana losing all interest after failing to win Prom Queen. Although Dave still did step in whenever he saw someone getting picked on; he just didn't have to wear a stupid satin jacket and beret doing it. Kurt hadn't been around much in the last few weeks of school anyway. It seemed like every moment he and the other glee kids weren't in class, they were in the choir room or the auditorium rehearsing for that big competition in New York City. Dave had heard through the grapevine upon their return that they had come in a respectable twelfth, and the week after that, school let out for the summer. They were currently a month into their senior year at McKinley, and the only contact Dave had had with Kurt so far was trying to not get caught gazing at him longingly in Social Studies class. Kurt had gotten a haircut over the summer, different than anything he'd ever sported before. It was extremely short on the sides but still long on top, and he often wore it spiked up a little. It made Kurt look older, and completely drop-dead sexy.

Fingers trembling a little, Dave thumbed the "View Message" icon. Can you meet me in the choir room asap? I have something I need to show you. Dave tried not to let his mind go into the gutter, but failed. Everything he could imagine Kurt showing him was totally X-rated and filthy, and he had to stop in the bathroom and splash cold water on his face so he didn't show up looking like a red-faced idiot. He made his way to the choir room, thoughts racing. Dave had spent weeks trying to figure out how to approach Kurt; he missed being able to walk close to him in the hallways or sit at the same lunch table, like he had those few brief but heavenly moments on protection duty. He wanted to talk to Kurt, and see the forgiveness and understanding in those beautiful eyes again. But now Kurt had made the first move, and Dave was scared and overjoyed in equal measures at the thought of meeting with him one-on-one again.

He realized he was nearly running, and breathing heavily as he reached the choir room. Could you be any more pathetic, he asked himself. Pull it together, desperation is the least attractive thing ever. Play it cool, you know how to do that. He stopped just outside the room, and tugged his letterman jacket into place. Plastering a casual smirk on his face, he entered the choir room with a shuffling sort of swagger. He saw Kurt standing by the piano, looking absolutely gorgeous, and almost faltered. He rallied, though. "'Sup, Hummel?" he asked, shrugging one shoulder carelessly. "You wanted me to show me something?"

A huge smile broke out on Kurt's face, and he clasped his hands together enthusiastically. He moved towards Dave. "I sure do," he said, voice high and a little breathy. "It's a surprise. I hope you're ready, Dave."

Even though he knew it couldn't be happening, Dave couldn't help his next thoughts. He's so excited about whatever this is. He's never smiled at me like that before, not ever. Oh my God, is he going to kiss me? Dave felt his arms helplessly begin to reach for Kurt, but the smaller boy twirled to the side and gestured to the back of the room, which Dave hadn't even glanced at since entering. Dave looked, and felt every part of him freeze into ice.

Kurt knew within seconds that something had gone very wrong. Sandy was approaching Dave cautiously, like one would advance on a dog that seemed likely to bite. Dave was pale as Kurt had ever seen him, even more so than when he'd been afraid that Kurt would out him in Figgins's office. He looked completely shocked, and not at all in a good way.

"Hello, David," said Sandy, just the touch of a tremor in her voice. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Surprise?"

Dave's face screwed up into an aggressive and hateful expression that Kurt recognized only too well. "What the hell are you doing here?" he said flatly.

"I came to see you. It's your last year before you go off to college. I thought maybe it would be a good time to…try and touch base again." Kurt could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. Oh shit, would did I get myself in the middle of? he thought.

Dave continued to speak in the same cold, inflectionless voice. "I don't want you here. I've told you over and over again, I don't want you near me."

"It's different this time, David," Sandy said, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I'm not just visiting. I left L.A., and I've moved back to Lima. I want to try to make things right with you, and I know that'll take time. I've come back for good, David. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"I think it means that you're too old and used up to be a working dancer in L.A. or New York anymore." Kurt sucked in a breath at Dave's icy words, and Sandy brought her hand to her mouth. Dave continued, harshly. "You can make yourself feel better by saying that you came back for me, but if you were still young and getting gigs regularly you wouldn't be within a hundred miles of Lima. You and I both know that."

Sandy looked down, and Kurt was horrified so see that Dave had plainly hit on something truthful in his accusation. She looked back up at Dave, eyes pleading and tears streaming down her face. "Please, David," she begged. "Please give me just one more chance. I've made some terrible mistakes, and I regret so much. Please give me a chance to make it up to you."

"No," said Dave coldly. "I don't want anything to do with you. I never have, and I never will. Now get out of my face, before I call the office and have you tossed out on your selfish, heartless ass."

Sandy gasped out a cry, then turned and ran from the room.

Kurt stood there silently, watching Dave's large hands clench and unclench into fists. Suddenly, the bigger boy whirled around, and Kurt fought the urge to cringe back. The moment he met Kurt's eyes, though, his face crumpled from anger into sadness. "How could you…" He swiped at his eyes. "How could you do that to me, Kurt?" Dave said, his voice breaking on the other boy's name.

Kurt felt pain and remorse radiate through him. "I didn't know," he said. "I didn't know it would hurt you. She said it was a surprise, and acted like you'd be happy to see her. I wouldn't have done it, if I knew it would turn out like this, I swear." He felt tears begin to sting his own eyes. He moved towards Dave, and put his hand on his shoulder. "Who is she, Dave?" he asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew.

Dave's face went red and he closed his eyes, tears spilling over them. It reminded Kurt so much of the day Dave had broken down in the hallway and apologized to him, and his heart broke all over again at the anguish in the bigger boy's face. He opened his eyes and looked at Kurt with sadness so deep in made Kurt's chest ache. "She's my mother," he said.

Even though he'd already guessed, Kurt bit back a gasp at Dave's words. "Oh God, Dave," he said. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know." He felt the strongest compulsion to reach out with his arms and gather Dave into a hug, but didn't know how to breach the awkwardness of their shared history. Instead, he squeezed the hand still on Dave's shoulder as firmly as he could.

Dave sighed. "I believe you," he said. He reached up and put his hand over Kurt's on his shoulder, and squeezed it briefly before lifting it off. "Just…don't ever do that again, Kurt. You know now, okay? Don't ever, ever help her get near me again, no matter what she says." He stepped back from Kurt, holding his gaze seriously.

"I won't," said Kurt. Seeing that it looked like Dave really did believe him, he asked "Are you okay?"

Dave snorted. "Nope, not really. But I will be. I think I'm just gonna ditch for the rest of the day." He walked to the door of the choir room, then turned to look at Kurt once more. "See you in class tomorrow," he said, then exited the room.

"Yeah," said Kurt quietly, to the empty doorway. "See you then."

I could leave this as a one-shot, or I do have an idea for a couple of more chapters (where we'll learn more about the back story of Dave and his mom). What do you think? Should I keep going? Leave a review and let me know.