Bittersweet Symphony

"It's a bittersweet symphony,

That's life,

Trying to make ends meet,

You're a slave to money,

Then you die.

I'll take you down the only road,

I've ever been down

You know the one that takes

you to the places where all of the veins meet, yeah,

No Change, I can't change,

I can't change, I can't change,

But I'm here in my mould,

I'm here in my mould,

But I'm a million different people

From one day to the next,

I can't change my mould, no, no, no…"

Bittersweet Symphony, The Verve

David was a good guy, a good friend; the kind of friend you can rely on no matter what. He was loyal, sometimes to a fault. So, when Blaine had talked them into going to coffee with the worst spy in history, he had gone without protest. Because he was a good friend and Blaine's eyes shone in a way that they hadn't since Flint when he talked about Kurt.

Then he'd met Kurt. Beautiful, blue/green eyed, sassy, vulnerable Kurt who thought they were there to beat him up. Beautiful Kurt who in three sentences had him hooked. Beautiful Kurt who Blaine told, conveniently forgetting that David was pansexual, that David and Wes were perfectly straight and in relationships. With girls.

Which he was. In a relationship. With a girl.

However, it wasn't so much of a relationship as 'hey, let's hook up multiple times and text each other in sporadic patterns while we see other people'. Yeah, it was one of those relationships. Not to mention, while Lucy was a hottie, he wasn't much interested. It was probably the long, blonde hair and tan skin.

He had a preference for ivory skin and coifed chestnut locks.

As Blaine began to spend more time with Kurt, and seemingly become disenchanted with the 'little nymph' and more enchanted with some random Gap worker named Jeremiah, David fell further and further.

He ended things with Lucy when Kurt transferred and tried his very best to be the loyal, good friend that he was and not go after Kurt because Blaine was attracted to him despite his crush on Jeremiah.

David watched as Blaine reeled Kurt in, raising his hopes, getting him to fall more and more in love with him with his charismatic personality.

Fucking Blaine; they were best friends, but David thought the curly-haired boy was really a douche sometimes. Because only a douche plays with peoples affections like Blaine does. He knows what he's doing. He knows what effect it has on Kurt. He knows.

So does Wes. And David. And yet, they watch as Blaine makes Kurt fall deeper and deeper. And it's easy, isn't it? To make the bullied, world weary Kurt believe in love again? Who knows better than Blaine what buttons to push, what things to say, to make Kurt fall head over heels.

He hates himself for not stopping it. For not telling Kurt what Blaine's up to. Not warning him of the heartbreak that lies ahead.

But what can he do? He's a good friend. A loyal friend.

So it doesn't matter that it kills him a little every time Kurt's eyes brighten when Blaine walks into the room or gives a casual, flirtatious touch. It doesn't matter that jealousy clenches at his gut and it hurts a little to breathe when Kurt smiles beatifically at Blaine, a wonderful, affectionate smile.

It doesn't matter.

Because he's a good friend.

A loyal friend.

And loyal friends don't steal their best friend's love interests from them. No matter how much David wanted to.

AN: This just popped in my head as I was writing the next chapter to Seasons of Love. I'm not quite sure why…

I hope you enjoyed it:)

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