Dave Karofsky stared at the wall.
He was still in a shock, tears pooling up in his eyes. No way it was true. Anthony Smythe must have been kidding when he called him half an hour ago, telling him that-
The disturbingly loud doorbell finally pulled his eyes away from the white wall in front of him. He sighed to calm himself down, stood up and walked towards the hall. He opened the door and was welcomed by Santana's face buried in his shoulder, crying.
"Hi."
It was the first thing he had said since he'd heard the horrible news, and he felt like he was lucky that he could still form words.
"Hey," she returned. He hugged her back tightly, but not too tight, remembering that one time he had almost suffocated her with a bear hug. A tear slipped out of his right eye thinking about it, because he was right there next to them when that happened, laughing histerically.
She pulled back from the hug, leaving a wet spot on the left shoulder of his sweater.
"I just can't believe it," he said to her.
"I don't want to believe it either," she answered. "But it's true. It's really true."
He nodded. He knew that.
"Does Kurt know yet?" Dave would feel guilty if they wouldn't tell the last quarter of their close little group of friends. Or was he a third of the group now? Because there was a quarter gone?
"I don't know. We should call him," Santana said.
"You don't have to," a voice said from behind her. She turned around and sighed, relieved that she wouldn't have to deliver the news to her best friend. Second best friend. Or did her best friend not count anymore? She couldn't figure it out, so she shook the thought and pulled Kurt into a hug as well.
"They asked me to plan it," he said, like he was still processing the news (which he probably was). "The funeral."
Somehow Santana smiled at that, wich was a relief because she thought that the muscles that she smiled wih had disappeared. "Good. I'm glad it's you."
"I don't think I can get through this alone, though." He looked like he was about to panic.
"You don't have to," Dave assured him. "We're going to get through this together. All three of us."
"No," Santana said. "All four of us."