Season 6 reactions

Bonfire

Summary: Blaine and Dave run into a few old friends at the McKinley bonfire

The bonfire was crackling in the distance and a few lucky stars were visible in the inky black sky. If it weren't for all the high school students and alums running around, it would have been the most perfectly romantic evening for a walk.

Blaine and Dave were still making the best of it, though. After the pep rally around the fire, they decided to get out of the bed of Dave's truck and walk around. Hand in hand, they toured the McKinley grounds.

"You know, I always heard that this was the place to go skip class and... y'know, make out," Dave commented, trying to feign nonchalance.

"You never made out under the bleachers?" Blaine asked.

"Nope. I - I never really told anyone, but I never dated anyone or anything even close. Not really. I mean there was some stuff at parties, and I let the guys think that more happened than ever did. But - yeah."

"Well," Blaine said, a glint in his eye, "I think we should fix that. You might not be in high school anymore, but we can still make out under the bleachers like teenagers if you want."

Dave stared speechless for a moment, so Blaine grabbed his hand and began leading them across the football field.

"You know, I heard rumors, but I never thought it could be true," a voice said from off to the side.

Blaine and Dave both froze in recognition and turned towards the source. Emerging from the shadows, as if in a movie, were three large figures, each still sporting the letterman jackets that proved that they had peaked in high school.

"Dave Karofsky, king of the halls of McKinley... Queen in the sheets."

"Azimio," Dave grunted, his hand tightening around Blaine's.

"God, this is disgusting. You parading around here as if there's nothing wrong -"

"There isn't," Blaine interjected, a bit stupidly, but he wasn't one to let people say things like this about him anymore. "There's nothing wrong with being gay. Everyone else here seems to have figured that out, so why can't you?"

"Shut up, faggot, this doesn't concern you."

"Don't talk to him like that!"

"Oh my god, he's got you brainwashed or something. This is just pathetic,Karofsky." Azimio spat his name out as if it was a particularly disgusting curse.

"You know, all those time we hung out in school and in the locker rooms, were you just waiting to catch a glimpse? Were you always like this or did your little twink do this to you?"

Blaine tensed up and could feel Dave doing the same from next to him. This would be a fairer fight than any he had been involved in before, if it escalated to that point, but he was still the smallest and easiest target by a long shot.

"Why can't you just leave us alone?" Blaine asked.

"We came here for the same reason you did, and we just want to enjoy our evening."

"Well, you two spreading your fairy dust all over the place is ruining my evening."

"What do you guys even want?" Dave asked tiredly. "I know you wouldn't understand, never having been able to convince a girl to get within ten feet of your junk, but Blaine and I have plans for later."

"What I want," Azimio said, advancing a few feet so there was barely an inch between his face and Dave's, "is to teach you a lesson. You spent all those years pretending you were normal and getting close to us, and we don't like that."

Blaine saw it happening, but didn't have time to react. Azimio's fist went charging for Dave's face, and if it wasn't for his fast reflexes, it would have caused some serious damage.

Dave retaliated, shoving his former best friend roughly back. Azimio's two friends stepped up to his flanks quickly, threatening Dave to make another move.

"Guys, just stop it," Blaine tried, "violence isn't the answer."

"Oh, shove it, butt-boy," Azimio sneered.

That seemed to be the cue everyone had been waiting for; each of the five men jumped to action. Azimio aimed his anger at Dave again, while one of his friends went for Blaine.

Despite his speed and reflexes, Blaine knew that he was fighting a losing battle.

One particularly well-aimed punch knocked him to the ground with a groan, and it distracted Dave's attention for just a second, giving Azimio the opening he needed.

His punch didn't have as much of a damaging impact on Dave as his friend's had had on Blaine, but the air was still filled with the slapping of flesh. Before Blaine could pull himself up, Azimio aimed a kick at his midsection and turned to a fuming Dave.

"You stay the fuck away from us, got that?" He punctuated his parting words by spitting directly at Dave's face, barely falling an inch short.

Dave stood frozen as he watched his former friends and teammates retreat before quickly turning to his boyfriend, who was still on the ground.

"Blaine, boo-boo, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great," Blaine said, words stuffed due to the steady stream of blood leaking out of his nose.

"We might have to take a rain check on the bleachers, though."

"Of course," Dave said. Without thinking, he pulled off his sweatshirt and balled it up, handing it to Blaine to use to blot at his steadily bleeding nose.

Blaine smiled slightly and accepted the warm article, holding it up to his nose and trying to stop the blood flow by applying pressure.

"Can you get up, or do you need a little more time?"

"Just give me a minute," Blaine said, slightly muffled.

"I want to get this under control first."

Dave settled down next to Blaine, pulling his boyfriend into his side again like earlier in the back of his truck.

"You know," he said slowly, after a few moments of silence,

"I know I've said this before, to you and Kurt and everyone, but I am so sorry for how I acted in high school. There's no excuse for it and I can't believe that you ever managed to look beyond that and -"

"Dave," Blaine said gently, "I know. You've said it over and over. It's not going to change the past but you and I both know that you are a completely different person than you were then."

"You know, sometimes I think that 'Karofsky' the bully died that day I tried to ... y'know, but Dave - like me, the real guy - he was the one who lived."

"I like that," Blaine said.