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The two sat at a picnic table, uncertain of what their hands were or what to do with them. Both looked down, then above shoulders, then to trees.
"You look really good," one sighed, throwing out a smile. He felt old.
"Thanks."
"Really."
"Thanks."
"How is Adam?" He tried to make his voice sound light and even; perhaps it paid off.
"Kurt…" the other started, clearing his throat. "You know there's nothing to talk about there. I mean…we're good."
"Great-good? Boring-good?"
"Just good."
Kurt sighed, letting his hands rest atop the table, fidgetless.
"Well, I'm happy for you."
"Really?"
"What else can I say, David?"
"It's okay if you're not happy for me."
"Don't. Don't say that! I don't want it to be okay." Kurt kept his eyes to the green leaves some yards away.
David watched his fingers splay from one another, in effort to air out his palms' overall clamminess.
"I suppose," Kurt sighed, "in some ways, I am happy for you. Happy?"
"Kurt, you know…if I could, I would."
"I guess I just really wish you would."
Instead of saying "Me, too," David cleared his throat again.
"How are you and the Blaine-meister doing?"
"'The Blaine-meister'? How amusing."
Their eyes met and left.
"Blaine and I are smashing. Truly. Match made in heaven."
"I'm happy for you."
"Oh, shut up."
"I wish you the best."
"No, you don't."
"I'm nowhere near the best."
"That…I'll agree with."
They clinked their Coca-cola cans together, in a toast, with vague scoffing.
"I've been over it for so long…there shouldn't even be an 'it' at this point."
"I know."
"I've told you a million times, and I'll tell you again…"
"I know I don't have to feel guilty. I just do."
David placed his hands on the table; Kurt's slid off.
"Why does everything have to be serious with you?" Kurt's eyes crinkled as the sun gasped between clouds.
"See? I wouldn't be any fun."
"But we did have fun. And that night…"
"Yeah…"
"I love you, David. It's that easy."
"I love you, too," he hadn't paused, he never did. He'd been the first one to confess the feelings, those years ago.
"Then why can't we be together? I can take things slow."
"Oh, I know."
"Shush, you."
"You're with Blaine."
"And you're with Adam. That didn't stop things before."
"Remember where 'before' ended up?"
"That was so many years ago…"
"It ended up here, Kurt. We'd start up again just to be here."
"But I thought you loved me."
"I do, I always will. It's…weirder than that, though."
"Aren't you attracted to me?"
David gazed at his thumbs, watching them move. He forgot he could still blush, at this age. "Of course," he murmured to his thumbs, barely able to hear himself.
"I'm attracted to you, David. All I want to do…" Kurt reached a pale hand towards him. David became still and paralyzed, as the hand lightly cradled his puddling jaw.
He closed his eyes and let himself feel the smooth palm.
Neither one moved for some seconds.
"I waited for you," the hand slipped away. "I'm still waiting for you."
David crushed his empty Coca-Cola can with his hands, brow dark, and listened to Kurt leave. He sat at the picnic bench alone for an hour, before remembering that the dogs at home needed feeding.