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"Dad why? It's the first day of Spring Break!"
"Technically, Dave, Monday is the first day of Spring Break, this is just the weekend. If you don't want to pick out your own clothes I could go with you…" His dad cocked an eyebrow and Dave knew he was sunk. When your dad was a lawyer and a master of subtle threats you never got to win an argument.
An hour later he was at the mall, determined to get this over with quickly. His dad was so damned perverse, the man had shouted, "No t-shirts!" at Dave as he was stomping out of the house. What the fuck was that about? How was he supposed to buy clothes for school if he couldn't get a t-shirt?
He flipped through the clothes on the rack and sighed loudly. In a manly way, not dramatically, manly. Maybe a little too loudly, he heard a voice behind him -
"Need a hand?"
He turned around to growl out at the sales clerk and make himself feel better when he saw…Sam Evans?
"Do you work here?"
"No, just thought you might want some help, you look kind of frustrated right now."
"And why would I want your help?" He tried a sneer but it was hard to maintain the right attitude outside school when he didn't have Az around.
"Hey, I've seen you checking out my threads, you were totally into the pants I had on yesterday."
No, I just wanted to totally be in your pants yesterday "Whatever, I don't even notice the shit you wear, Evans."
Sam was undeterred, "Come on, I'll grab you a pair, what size are you?"
Now Dave was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to tell Sam, with his fucking perfect body, what size pants he had to buy.
"Just show me where they are, I'll find some that fit."
He grabbed a pair of jeans and headed to the dressing rooms, relieved to be away from Evans and his nice body/gay thoughts/sexy mouth freaky helpfulness. He was just taking off the new pants when he heard Sam's voice outside the door.
"Here, try this shirt with them."
He flung it over the door and Dave saw it was a fairly plain, brown and green checked button down. Well, at least his dad would be happy. He pulled the new pair of jeans back up and put on the shirt. Damn! He did look pretty hot.
"Come out so I can see you!"
Damn it, he was still there. "No! Go away! I'm not modeling," Dave almost spat the word, "my new clothes for you."
"Fine," Sam sounded a little disappointed, "I'll go."
He watched under the door as Sam loudly marched in place a few steps and then waited. Jesus, he wasn't going to get out of this.
"I can see your feet, you moron."
"Just come out then, you can't wait in there all day."
Dave thought he probably could but he still needed two more shirts and another pair of jeans before he went home to his dad. Fuck it. He opened the door for Sam but didn't step out.
"Nice, man, very nice. Turn around."
"No, you're not checking out my ass, Evans."
"It doesn't matter, there's a mirror right behind you," Sam pointed out.
Defeated, he did as he was told.
"You look good, wait here - I'm gonna go grab another shirt for you. You like blue?"
"I don't care, my dad's making me buy this shit anyway," Dave blushed, hell, he might as well get it over with, "Uhh…he said no t-shirts, okay? And bring two…"
Sam just grinned at him, "I'll be right back."
Dave tried on the blue shirt and Sam declared it 'really fucking hot.' He was uncomfortable with that, but it was also kind of an ego boost. That was until he made a gagging noise at the grey shirt.
"That looks awful, dude. Let me get a different one."
He couldn't help it, he was a little disappointed that Sam didn't say 'hot' again. It must have shown on his face because the other boy started stepping closer and reassuring him.
"No insult man, it's the shirt, not you."
Suddenly Dave was feeling very uncomfortable. He was way too warm and he couldn't seem to get his breath. The dressing room was too small and Sam too close and… he wanted to touch Sam, maybe kiss him, too. Damn it, Evans could tell - Dave could see his expression change. He raised his hands to push Sam away, reject the boy before Sam could reject him.
Before he could touch him Sam spoke in a rush, "I meant it when I said you're hot," he continued slowly, testing the water, "You're attracted to me, too," when he didn't deny it Sam spoke firmly, "I want to kiss you a lot, right now."
Dave didn't know what to do next, what to say - but his hormones sure as hell did.
"Close the door first."
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Now the boys sat in the food court with two bags of clothes and two taco salads. Dave had realized almost as soon as they'd started kissing that he wanted more - more of Sam, more of his kisses and much more privacy. He also realized that they'd have to have this conversation. As much as he might like to put it off Dave knew it would be better to get it over and done with. And get Sam back home with him So when Sam asked him about Kurt, about the bullying and the expulsion he was ready to give completely honest answers.
"I had, I dunno, like a crush on him or something. It pissed me off, I didn't want to be into guys, I wanted to be normal and like girls, just like everyone else."
Sam looked a little annoyed, "I'm someone else."
"What?"
"I was just making out with you in a dressing room and I'm normal, just like everyone else."
"I know what you mean, I'm not saying you're not, or I'm not, it's just…look, I'm trying to tell you about the Kurt thing, okay?"
Sam nodded and Dave went on, "If everyone knew I liked him they'd have called me gay, made fun of me, too. So it made me mad that I felt that way, but he was the only guy I knew that was… like that, and it was like I couldn't stay away, even though I was pissed off. I really fucked up bad, Sam."
Dave was embarrassed to say the rest but he was relieved, too, relieved to tell someone else, finally, so he went on, "I kissed him, that's why I threatened him, I didn't want him to tell. Then I was sure he would and I started acting like a weirdo, really bad, like some skeevy creeper." Dave hung his head, maybe he'd said too much, maybe he'd ruined his chance of ever making out with Sam again.
"That sucks, dude. That totally wasn't cool, but… I know what you mean about what people would say. I've only ever dated girls since I moved here 'cause I knew if I said I had a crush on a boy I'd get bullied, I mean, bullied for more than just being in Glee."
Dave flushed red, "I'm sorry, Sam. How do you…uhh, how can you be with someone you're not attracted to?"
Sam looked confused, "I'm not, I mean, I haven't been. I'm into girls, I just like guys, too."
"So you're like, bi?"
"I dunno," he shrugged, Dave couldn't believe how little Sam seemed to care about the answer, "We're in high school, man, we're still kids. Why do I have to define it? Why not just like who I like?"
"Says the man that's boinked Quinn and Santana."
"And now made out with you."
Dave saw his opening and went for it, "Do you want to go back to my house and um… kiss some more?"
Sam had a thousand watt grin, "Let me call my mom and tell her I don't need a ride. And you have to do something for me first."
Dave was wary, what if Sam asked him to kiss him right there?
"Do what?" He gave Sam his best serious scowl.
Sam just kept grinning at him, "You have to apologize for giving me a black eye."
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"Are you gonna say anything to your dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"When I leave, are you gonna tell him that we're dating?"
They were lying on Dave's bed with their pants off "It's more comfortable Dave, just take them off" but with shirts and boxers still on. "Please Sam; I don't wanna take my shirt off yet."
"We're dating?"
Dave didn't like all the talking, it was seriously ruining the kissing for him. He leaned in again hoping to get back to the good stuff, but Sam was having none of it.
"We're lying in your bed kissing each other and we're half naked. Look, I'm not going to be your boy-toy, I'm not saying you have to post it on Facebook, well, yet anyway, but I don't wanna be your dirty little secret either."
He could have pointed out that they were only one-quarter naked and it was kind of impossible to kiss when Sam wouldn't shut his yap, but the first point sounded like one of the technicalities his dad would quibble over and he knew, without doubt, mentioning his second point would effectively end the kissing for today, at the very least.
"What about what you said earlier? About not wanting everyone to know you liked a guy?"
"Dave, you were one of the people I didn't want to know. Probably the main one, with how you treated Kurt and everything. If you're the guy maybe it won't be so bad. And the rest of the Gleeks will have my back too."
"Yeah, you'll have the Glee Club but they hate me, who's gonna have my back?"
"You should try and get to know them, they'd have your back if you apologized for the slushies and stuff…"
Damn it! He'd have to tell Sam about what he'd said to Finn. Later though. Tomorrow. Later this week or something. Now was definitely not the time.
"I'll tell my dad, okay? We'll work the rest out later, now can you be quiet? This is my favorite song."
Sam complied and finally they were back to the kissing. He managed to mumble around Dave's mouth, "Mine too, I love The Boss."
Then Dave started moaning as Sam slipped a hand into his boxers. He had one last coherent thought before he was pumping into Sam's palm.
"The boss? What the hell is he talking about?"