I know most people aren't fans of this ship, but I am, so Imma write about it. :) Here I go. If anyone is reading this, enjoy!

I don't own Glee, Blaine, or Dave.

Blaine Anderson sat down at his usual table at the Lima Bean, sipping at his latte. He wiped yet another tear from his face. He'd been crying ever since his relationship with Kurt Hummel had gotten wrecked. Seeing him the week before had almost been too much to handle. So now, here Blaine was, sitting where him and Kurt used to hang out all the time, alone. Blaine could almost see Kurt sitting across from him, laughing.

But Kurt wasn't there. He would never sit in that seat again.

Blaine was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone swear next to him. Blaine looked at the floor, where a coffee cup had been dropped. Coffee was quickly flowing across the floor, creating a huge dark puddle. A big hand was wiping it up with a white rag. Blaine's eyes moved from the hand up to the face. It was David Karofsky, the closeted high school graduate.

"You got that, David?" Blaine asked the guy.

Dave looked up at Blaine. He picked up the rag, which was dripping. Blaine noticed the Lima Bean apron tied around his neck and back. A woman handed Dave a mop, and he finished cleaning up the mess he had made. "So, is Kurt on Broadway yet?"

Blaine's face paled. Hearing Kurt's name always made him cringe a little. Blaine took a sip of coffee. "Not the last time I checked. We're not together anymore."

A look of sympathy crossed Dave's face. "Oh. I'm sorry."

"Thanks," said Blaine quietly, staring at the lid of his coffee cup.

Dave handed the mop back to the girl who'd handed it to him. He stepped close to Blaine's table and rested his fists on it. "Listen, I get off in a few minutes, if you want to talk about anything...him-related."

Blaine thought for a moment. He really didn't have anyone else to talk to about Kurt. The only person he usually talked to about things was Kurt himself. Since the break-up, Blaine had stayed to himself mostly, with the exception of working with everyone else during Grease. That hardly counted, though. Blaine looked up at Dave. "Yeah. Sure. That'd be nice."

A few minutes later, Blaine and Dave pulled on their coats and left the Lima Bean, walking down the sidewalk outside. At first, neither of them said anything. Dave was the one to break the silence. "So what happened with you guys?"

"I hooked up with someone and I told him about it. He broke up with me," explained Blaine. His voice was small and shaky. He didn't sound like himself at all. "But he was so distant. He never texted me back, and he never called. We'd Skype, but he didn't really care what was going on with my life, only his own."

"Jeez," said Dave, just as quiet as Blaine. "How is your life? Well, how was it before...ya know."

"Good. I'm class president and I was named the New Rachel," answered Blaine. "But none of it matters now that I'm not with Kurt."

Dave sighed. "Blaine, it doesn't matter that you're not with Kurt anymore. Your life is still awesome. Your world didn't revolve around him, did it?"

"Kind of," shrugged Blaine. "I mean, I left Dalton and came to McKinley to be closer to him. Now the only reason I'm staying is for the presidency and glee club."

Dave walked backwards so he could look at Blaine when he spoke. "Let's try something. Let's both just forget about Kurt and talk about something else. Something happy."

"Okay," said Blaine. It was hard for him to forget about Kurt, but it was worth a try. He decided to change the subject himself. "So, I've been wondering this ever since last year. Are you out yet?"

Dave smirked at Blaine. "Yep. I'm out and proud now, and it feels great."

"Have you met anyone?" asked Blaine. He and Dave reached the park, and Blaine sat down on a long, dark green bench. Dave sat down next to him. "Um, I've gone on a few dates with people from Scandals, but they're either boring or weirdos."

Blaine smiled for the first time in weeks. It felt good to smile. Hell, it felt good to do anything but mope around and feel sorry for himself. "It's great that you're dating. I haven't been able to look at anyone since I cheated on Kurt. It still feels like cheating if I think a guy's attractive."

"I know it feels like it, but it's not," started Dave. "I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer, but Kurt's probably scoping guys in New York right now. You should be, too. You should be at Scandals every night, trying to find a guy who will listen to you and respect you and won't leave to go to New York. You deserve that."

"Thanks," smiled Blaine. "It means a lot for you to say that, minus the part about Kurt scoping guys in New York. That's unsettling."

"Sorry."

"It's okay." Blaine picked at a loose string on the sleeve of his jacket. "I've suspected that he was looking at guys even before we broke up. I'm sure the men in New York are a lot hotter and more diverse than I am."

"Please. They're probably worse than the guys from Jersey Shore," replied Dave. He and Blaine both laughed. Dave put his hands together. "By the way, I came to the McKinley production of Grease. You were great."

The wind blew, and Blaine zipped up his jacket. "Thanks, even though I was only in it for a few minutes."

"That was always my favorite scene in the movie," said Dave.

Blaine raised a thick eyebrow. "You've seen the movie enough times to have a favorite scene?"

Dave chuckled. "Yeah. I'm not a total meathead, you know."

Blaine laughed, too. "I guess I'm stereotyping you a little."

"I am gay, too. You know that, right?"

"Yeah. I know."

Dave and Blaine sat on that park bench, both of them cracking up over the course of their conversation. Onlookers would have guessed that they were best friends or maybe even more, but they barely knew each other.

Maybe they could come to be best friends or more. Maybe.

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