InsaneJournal

Reclining back on the bench behind him, Dave sighed. Since when had his life began to spiral out of control? He was a popular guy. Mostly due to his position on the sports teams and that spark of fear he could ignite within others. He was a big believer in people knowing their places, which was why he was so aggressive. At least, that's what he'd thought. After kissing Hummel the day before, he felt more scared and alone than ever. He'd kept his shameful secret inside for so long, and then in a flash it had come out? And to Hummel of all people. He didn't want to care what the other boy thought of him, but he couldn't help but wonder. He had looked so stunned...

Dave knew that his life was balancing on a knife edge. All it took was for the wrong person to find out about what had happened, and his life would be over. He'd be seen as a hypocrite (which he already knew he was - he might have been slower than most but he wasn't completely stupid). His friends would cast him aside and he'd be the one getting shoved into lockers and thrown in dumpsters. A fair punishment, he thought bitterly, wringing his hands together almost nervously. He already knew Hummel hated him (how could he not?), but he was sure he despised him even more now. Especially after kissing him and then flipping out at his new boyfriend. That other guy. The trim, nice looking one in the posh uniform. The one who wasn't chubby. The one who didn't look like he sweat too much. The one he was sure would still have all of his hair by the age of thirty. Hummel's type.

Sitting forwards and bringing his hands up to cradle his bowed head, Dave closed his eyes. He didn't cry. Only pansies cried. There might have been something wrong with him, but he wasn't going to start blubbering about how unfair his life was. He just needed a break.