First Day - Chapter Two

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Title: First Day

Pairing: Dave Karofsky/Sebastian Smythe, (Dave/Kurt friendship only)


Rating: NC17
Word count: ~1,700 words
Warnings Mentions of previous suicide attempt.
Summary: Dave deals with the consequences and his new life after the events of "On My Way" when he transfers to Dalton and develops a friendship with both Sebastian and Kurt.





He’s not sure what he’d expected with Dave, but he’s smart. He knows he can be a superficial jackass, completely judgmental, but when he’d gotten Dave’s schedule that first day and noted the predominant AP classes he’d been surprised. He’s only in AP English and AP French, but nearly all of Dave’s classes are AP. It makes him feel worse about having the stereotypical dumb-jock image in his head, because he’d fully expected Dave to struggle academically when he’d heard via Blaine Dalton was where Dave was transferring to, but he isn’t struggling at all. In fact the opposite seems to be true.

They’ve met up several times over the last couple of weeks, during study periods, lunch breaks and after school to study together, and despite transferring and joining all the classes mid-way Dave is thriving. Dave’s ended up helping him with his math, which is his poorest subject. He’d offer tutoring in kind, except Dave is in Spanish, and the only class they share is AP English, which they’re exactly on par with. Dave seems to have warmed to him slightly. At least, he’s got a good enough sense of humor that he takes everything he says with a truckload of salt.

There’s just one thing which he’s pretty sure Dave is missing, and that’s a sport. Dalton doesn’t have a football or a hockey team, and he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to convince Dave to join the lacrosse team. Although he could probably get Dave to train with him, in the guise of helping him out. They’re sitting at a table in a study period, and Dave’s head is bent over what looks like a massive calculus equation.

“Hey,” he prods him with his foot under the table. “What position did you play in hockey?”

Dave looks up at him and he can tell the question has thrown him slightly. Although he’s been asking a lot of random questions recently, trying to figure out a nickname for him. He’s never cared before about what people think of the nickname he gave them, but with Dave he cares. Wants his approval.

“I played defenseman…why?”

“Is that like a goalie?”

Dave sighs and he shrugs. He knows very little about hockey. His dad is a football fan.

“No. It’s nothing like a goalie. Why?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you could do me a favor…”

“Like what?”

“I want to practice my tossing and catching and was wondering if you’d help me out throwing the ball…”

Dave raises an eyebrow and he knows now that Dave doesn’t pluck them, or wax them, or do anything with them, they’re just natural. Lucky bastard.

“Sure. You can show me your fancy-shmancy game after school.”

DK.SS.KH

“Just think of it as a hockey stick with a net on the end.”

“Dude, it is a hockey stick with a net on the end,” Dave replies, and he hoists the sticky with one hand. It’s much lighter than a hockey stick, shorter as well, but he’s never seen a game of lacrosse, and he can’t imagine liking it, but he’s been itching to do exercise and it’s clear Sebastian somehow knows that, and has created this reason for him to help out in some way. His shrink has said exercise helps battle some depression, so he’s taken to running, but it’s so boring.

“Look, just… follow my lead.”

He doesn’t think Sebastian means for him to run beside him but he does. He knows his size is misleading, but he’s fit. He enjoys sports. Sebastian is dragging his stick along, just above the ground, maneuvering the ball with it, and it reminds him of dribbling in basketball. Sebastian waves an arm and he angles off, running diagonally across the court and then suddenly there’s a ball flying at him. He raises his arms automatically, instantly defensive, and swings the stick at the ball in an attempt to hit it away. Sebastian can still be such an asshole sometimes.

“You’re a natural man…” Sebastian calls out and he rolls his eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“You caught the ball.”

“No… the ball just happened to land in my net thing. It was a fluke. When you can bounce a puck on a hockey stick then we can talk. Why’d you throw it at me anyway?”

“It’s how we pass the ball. Although that high is illegal. Too dangerous.”

“No shit. You could’ve knocked me out… don’t you guys have like protective clothing or something?”

“Yep. Full gear. It’s a full on contact sport. But it’s a hassle while doing drills or passes.”

“Right… come on then. Show me how I’m meant to be helping you exactly…”

Sebastian grins at him and Dave shakes his head. Manipulative little shit.

DK.SS.KH

“Fuzz…”

“What?”

“Your nickname… Fuzz?”

“Going back to the bear thing again? I thought you’d given up on that.”

“Fuzz isn’t a bear name…” Sebastian says, and he frowns, trying to figure out how it can be bear related.

“Yeah it is. Fuzzy Wuzzy?” He gives Dave a blank look that causes him to sigh. “Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he? Was he bare?”

“I…don’t know what to say to that, but I hope you realize you just confirmed the nickname for yourself. I was talking about Hot Fuzz.”

Dave looks at him blankly and he rolls his eyes.

“The movie? Hot Fuzz? It’s slang for police.”

“Never heard of it.”

“It’s awesome. You have to watch it. It’s hilarious. What are you doing on Saturday night?”

“Apparently watching a movie?” Dave replies dryly.

He grins.

DK.SS.KH

“David! What happened to your eye?” Kurt asks, and he’s concerned. It looks like Dave’s been punched in the face, the eye puffy and rainbow hued at the edges but dark purple-blue and shiny at the centre.

“Oh, this? Nothing. Just Sebastian getting cocky…”

“He punched you? Augh! He’s such an arrogant bastard!”

“Ah, no. We were playing lacrosse and he tossed a ball at me and it got my eye. It was an accident. And look, I get that you don’t like him, it’s kind of mutual, I get it, but he’s kind of my friend now so uh… if you could not call him an arrogant bastard…”

He’s a little taken aback. No. In fact, he’s a lot taken aback. Dave is standing up to him. Standing up for a friend, and he suspects that Sebastian has likely received the same talking to. It’s kind of heartening, that Dave is confident enough in their friendship to stand up to him.

“Sure. Of course. I’m sorry. I’m certain Sebastian has many positive attributes I am unaware of.”

Dave raises an eyebrow at him and Kurt just shrugs, taking a delicate sip of his drink. They’re in the Lima Bean, having their weekly Saturday morning catch up, the only time they can manage to see each other face-to-face. He’s accepted the hand of friendship, for what it’s worth, but Kurt still baffles him, and his emotions for him still simmer under the surface, no doubt clouding his judgment. He can’t imagine things being easy with Kurt like they are with Sebastian.

“So, what are you doing this weekend?”

“Uh, nothing. Why?”

“Oh, I was thinking you could come round for dinner tonight? Watch a movie with Blaine and I. And Finn and Rachel most likely.”

“Ah, yeah, normally I’d love to play fifth wheel, but uh… I’ve already got plans.”

“Oh. Okay… well, another time then. What are you doing?”

“Oh, it’s just Bas making me watch this film he insists I’m going to love.”

“You’re spending Saturday night with Sebastian?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Oh.”

“Not like that man, we’re just friends… he can be a little obnoxious, but he gets me.”

“I get you…”

“Uh…you try to get me Kurt, but Seb doesn’t seem to need to try.”

That hurts. It hurts so much. That freaking Sebastian has just swooped in and is spending all this time with Dave, helping him settle in at Dalton, playing lacrosse with him, talking about movies that he’ll love. With the hurt he feels a little prick of irritation mixed with what he suspects is jealousy. First Blaine and now Dave? Hell, he isn’t even with Dave. He should be happy that Dave has another friend, despite the fact he can’t stand who it is. Dave needs friends, people in his life that can understand and support him.

“That’s good. I’m glad. It’s important to have friends like that.”

The grin Dave gives him gives him warm fuzzies inside and he knows he’s said the right thing.

DK.SS.KH

They’ve had arguments before, but this is different. He’s still a bit touchy about the subject of Sebastian right now, it’s because Dave has just been talking about him. A lot. And now Blaine has just gotten off the phone to him. He’s not trying to pick a fight for the sake of a fight, but he really wishes Blaine wouldn’t spend so much time talking to Sebastian.

“Look, you forgave Dave and he did far worse things than throw one slushy in your face.”

“I forgave Dave after months Blaine. He didn’t just apologize to me, but he apologized to the entire glee club, then me, and then dressed up in a stupid hat and jacket ensemble and escorted me to classes… also, he was acting from a place of fear. Sebastian was acting from a place of…idiocy!”

“Look, I don’t see what the big deal is. I talk to Sebastian. You met with Dave this morning for coffee. Anyway, all Seb seems to talk about is Dave anyway, so it’s not exactly riveting conversation…”

“Wait. Sebastian talks about Dave? What does he say?”

“How funny he is. How smart he is. How good at sport he is. Apparently a natural sportsman. Yeah, I’m a bit over hearing all about Karofsky’s highlights…”

Kurt bites his lip. Blaine sounds annoyed. Maybe even a little bitter. Huh. Ah well, he’s pretty sure he can distract him.