And now he mildly hates himself for offering to invite Anderson. It really only was to be polite about Kurt's boyfriend after his slip up with the hobbit thing. Dave was hoping that Kurt would tell him he would be more interesting in watching than joining. Even if he'd likely have more friends on the team than Anderson, he's not terribly up for suddenly being teammates. The blush on Kurt's face is not terribly helping his mood, and he opens his mouth with a distracting offer before he can stop himself. "Hey, maybe you could join us too? I mean as kicker. You did win the one game of the season before junior year started up."
It's actually not a bad idea. Sure, Kurt had to do that Beyonce dance before hand, but damn, that kick. He would have been damned to admit it at the time, but that was one of the early moments where Dave started feeling a bit interested it the other boy.
He shakes off the memory and turns back to what Kurt had said about Blaine again. "I don't think it is either, but even if it doesn't technically matter, it still is bothering the hell out of me. It's like my acceptance letters. Can't do shit about it here, but I'm still dying to know if I got in. Like it'll make me feel better about who I could be or something. Or maybe..." He bites his lip for a moment, before soothing his tongue over it in worry. What was Anderson hiding? "Or maybe keep me from doing something stupid. This place might have changed parts of us, but ultimately, I don't think we're all that different from the people we continue to be back home."
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Date: 2012-06-07 02:42 am (UTC)It's actually not a bad idea. Sure, Kurt had to do that Beyonce dance before hand, but damn, that kick. He would have been damned to admit it at the time, but that was one of the early moments where Dave started feeling a bit interested it the other boy.
He shakes off the memory and turns back to what Kurt had said about Blaine again. "I don't think it is either, but even if it doesn't technically matter, it still is bothering the hell out of me. It's like my acceptance letters. Can't do shit about it here, but I'm still dying to know if I got in. Like it'll make me feel better about who I could be or something. Or maybe..." He bites his lip for a moment, before soothing his tongue over it in worry. What was Anderson hiding? "Or maybe keep me from doing something stupid. This place might have changed parts of us, but ultimately, I don't think we're all that different from the people we continue to be back home."