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[davekontop-blog]

A Little of This and That

They had known each other for as long as he could remember. He remember taking baths with Kurt when they were four, and running around naked till they were scolded and put away to bed, usually together, especially on days when they were spending the night together. Things changed as they got older, mostly just the fact that after a certain time they weren’t allowed to take baths together anymore. Still, they always got to spend the night together. When they entered high school it was a lot less, but their friendship thrived just as well as it always had. They seemingly went down different paths, but also on the same path. While Dave went for sports like Football and Hockey, Kurt went for Cheerleading, but despite their busy schedules, they had always managed to have time for each other.

Dave would be lying if he said he never had noticed his friend sexually. It had started in about fourth grade when he started having a crush on his best friend, and later his feelings grew more and more, and then suddenly he realized he was sexually attracted to Kurt, and it always ate at him that Kurt was with different guys, but never him. It might have been for the fact that he was scared of what would happen to their friendship if he did act on feelings. Taking a deep breath, Dave slipped out of his house, and meandered over to Kurt’s house, something that he’s done countless times. Dave sent a quick text to Kurt, letting him know he was coming in, before slipping it in his pocket, and going for the spare key. He didn’t see Liz’s car in the driveway, which he was somewhat greatful for. Making his way to Kurt’s room, he knocked. 

[fakingkarofsky-blog]

Airports || Adele/Dave

The sound of his music was almost enough to drown out the loud airport - - almost. With his flight delayed, and nothing to really do, all he could think of doing was just drinking and listening to his music. Everyone seemed to be hurrying around him, some where trying to quickly leave planes to make other flights, some had taken too much time getting through security and were late for their flight, some just wanted  to make it to their gate and just settle. Dave somewhat envied the crowds, all he was wanting was to crawl into bed and sleep for awhile. 

His phone ringing was a big enough distraction to him though. His parents were calling. His mom was freaking out over the delay, his dad was just laughing over their odds. It was sort of nice hearing them talk, it was a good distraction, maybe even better than his music. It was one argument that got him though, and his attention was captured immediately. “Wait, tell me what? What do you need to tell me?” he questioned. Then the news was dropped. “Cancer? Dad. You have cancer?” he asked, voice barely there. Suddenly his whole world was spinning. “How long?” he questioned. The response, a little less than a year, got to him. 

‘And all I wanted to do was see you get married before I died’ was added on. Dave’s heart sunk, considering his most recent break up. He glanced over, just as Adele, his best friend’s little sister, showed up. “Actually dad...I am engaged, to Adele,” he ended. All he could here was excitement, and even when they got off the phone, he was sure they were still excited. Now all he had to do was figure out what exactly he was going to say to Adele now.

[chefkarofsky-blog]

Some kind of Tour || Santofsky

David: was admittedly running around the apartment now, trying to clean up what should have been already cleaned. Of course, he wasn't a messy person, but between his busy work schedule and trying to maintain a social life, things had started to slip. Still, he wanted to make sure that he secured Santana as a roommate. With the dishwasher full and running, and a quick vacuum over the carpet in the living room, all that was left to clean up was his room, not that she was going to see much there. Ten minutes later, Dave was resting on the couch, just waiting for his doorbell to ring, and for Santana to arrive.

[madocffs]

It’s so good to be by your side

If someone had told Madoc that Robin Griffin would be calling him that night then he would have laughed straight in their face. It had been years since the two of them actually talked for more than 30 seconds, no so much as a "how have you been" or a "how's your day going" even as they passed each other in the halls day after day. It was something Madoc felt best not to think about often, after all, she had been his best friend. For most of his life he thought that they'd be friends forever, every day he looked forward to that familiar face, that pretty blonde hair and gorgeous smile. And now it was like all that just belonged to a stranger now. One who was popular and outgoing, who he often noticed sneaking into her house late on the weekends while he was perched by his window playing whatever video game he was fixed on that night. They had definitely grown apart, and it was something he'd accepted, bitterly, but accepted nonetheless. But here he was, rushing around his room to find a t-shirt and yank on a pair of jeans before rushing out the door. Thankfully, his parents never really asked questions as they were used to their son never doing anything worth questioning.

It went without saying that Madoc had never been to one of the Miller's notorious parties, but one of his best friends lived just around the corner so the two often heard the rager from a few houses down. It had always been an annoyance, but thankfully tonight, he knew exactly where to help Robin. There was a nervous tightness in his stomach as he drove down the quiet streets, attempting to not get too worried. She sounded awfully drunk and he definitely didn't want anything bad to happen to her, but he also wondered what people would say if they saw Madoc show up. He was definitely a nobody, one he was certain would get thrown out if the host of the party happened to notice him which definitely wasn't helping the anxiety building up in him.

"Breath." Madoc told himself just as he parked across the street, cutting the engine before gripping the wheel tightly. "Just in and out, it wont be a big deal." After taking a few deep breaths, he stepped out of his car and made his way towards the front door. There was an immediate cringe as he opened the door, the music pounding through the speakers and the buzzing voices filling the room. He attempted to not stare at the couple making out against the coat closet door just as he walked in, head shaking with a slight grimace as he pushed past and through the crowd, attempting to ignore the stares. It was easier said than done, anyone who spotted him had to know he was out of place, and his awkward smiles and averting eyes definitely didn't help. However, he felt relief rushing through him when he noticed the blonde perched on the couch, sipping from a red cup as she chatted away towards some girl that looked as if she had passed out. Sighing heavily, he walked over, forcing a frinedly smile onto his lips despite how uncomfortable he felt. "Hey, Robin, you ready to go?" There was a hopefulness in his voice, a mix between hoping she wouldn't fight him on it and cause a scene, and another in fear that she would forget she even called him and he'd just wind up embarrassed in front of everyone.

[ezekielcastillo]

It was kind of crazy to Ezekiel that he was here. That he had on the blue gown and the cap to match. He had been wearing it for a good 3 minutes and he already hated the fact that the little yellow tassel kept hitting him in the face—plus he felt like a complete goob. The good news was that the whole senior class looked just as gooby as he did. Well, almost all of them. Somehow, one girl managed to look absolutely flawless with her long blonde hair and that angelic face. For the last three days, Ezekiel had been having a hard time getting the girl off his mind. It wasn’t just any girl either—it was the one girl that he’d never had. The one girl he’d gone years and years being just friends with. The one he’d held countless times as she tucked her face against his neck and cried softly in his arms. It was the girl he always laughed and said "we’re just friends" whenever people would ask about them. But every single time he’d uttered those words, he couldn’t help but wonder why. Why were they just friends?After all, they had both seen each other with all the wrong people. They had both comforted one another—spent many nights laying in bed laughing quietly together until the sun came out. It all just made no sense.

Why? Why, why, why?

As everyone began lining up, Ezekiel reached out just in time to grab her arm and pull her in for a quick hug. “We made it,” he whispered, turning his head to press a soft kiss against Isabella's cheek before pulling back. His own face lit up as he saw the wide smile on her lips, feeling her hand find his and give it a quick squeeze before she was on her way up the line. "You’re leaving at the end of the summer. Don’t get too ahead of yourself. It wont work out." The words repeated over and over in his head even as the music began and everyone took their seats on the stage. Ezekiel was doing his best to pay attention as people began with their speeches, however he kept finding himself distracted as he noticed that familiar head of hair a few rows ahead of him. It was hard to believe this was the girl that had him laying in bed all night just staring at the ceiling. He had found himself thinking about how this was their last summer together—how in a few months he wouldn’t be sneaking into her bedroom window every time get drank a little too much, or how he couldn’t just drive ten minutes to see her face. It had all hit him hard, the realization practically slapping him in the face. And he just didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

It seemed like this whole thing was taking forever, until finally they began calling off names. Ezekiel allowed his attention to go back to the task at hand—listening to them go through the alphabet, one name at a time. And finally he heard that name he knew very well. “Isabella Rowe.” Part of him wanted to scream at her to not get up, to not take that paper, to not leave. He could feel his stomach tightening as he watched her take each graceful step forward—his heart nearly beating out of his chest as he noticed her glance back and their eyes meeting instantly. This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be it. There was no way Ezekiel was just going to let go of these feelings. There was something there that he couldn’t deny anymore. And if he only had three months to act on those feelings, well then he he would do it; and not waste anymore time in doing so. He would give her everything he had always told her she deserved—he’d be the guy that she was waiting for. And they would make it work.. they could do it.. couldn't they?

The minutes ticked by, and soon everyone had been given their diploma and their caps were being tossed in the air. There was a loud cheering, but honestly Ezekiel couldn’t even focus. He allowed a smile to play on his lips as they all left the stage and soon it was a room full of graduates screaming and laughing and crying and hugging. “Ezekiel!” The familiar voice caught his attention, his features softening as he watched his family coming towards him. Of course, his mother was head of the pack, her arms quickly wrapping around him and hugging him tight. “I am so proud of you.” She practically sobbed against the shiny material he had on. “Thanks mom,” he said with a small laugh, rubbing her upper back. “No need to cry though.” “No need to cry? My baby boy is all grown up! And soon he’ll be out of my house and o-o-on his own.” Ezikiel’s eyes widened as she burst into tears, glancing up at his father who gave him a quick nod and wrapped his arm around his wife. “You have fun at your graduation party, we will see you tomorrow for a celebratory dinner,” he spoke, giving Ezekiel a quick pat on his back. Saved by dad.

As soon as he gave his sister a quick hug he found himself searching for Isabella again. He offered friendly smiles and had a few hasty conversations. He honestly wasn’t in the mood to chat. He had something he needed to do—someone he was dying to see. And then he saw her. Just as she was looking in his direction their eyes met again, and quickly he was walking over, his arms wrapping around her waist. “Hey,” Ezekiel said with a wide smile, glancing up at their other friends crowding around them before right back at her. “I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat, then go out for a while? I know there’s that whole celebration and what not but I don’t know, I just thought we could do something—just the two of us?” He had to admit, he was actually nervous. That didn’t happen all that often, however he hadn’t felt this way about any other girl before so it made sense. “My treat of course,” he added with a small laugh, loosening his grip as one hand lifted, allowing his fingers to move to her hair, pushing a loose strand behind her ear. “So.. yes?” He asked after a moment, unable to pull his gaze from hers.