*Dave walking Kurt to class*
Dave: Dude
Kurt: What, David?
Dave: Do you need a hand? *gestures to Kurt's books*
Kurt: Excuse me? I think I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own books. *struggling*
Dave: Seriously? Just put them in your bag. It would be hell of a lot easier.
Kurt: You think I don't know that? But my bag happens to be a genuine Prada satchel and I will not ruin it by using it as a book bag
Dave: *confused*Why did you bring it to school then?
Kurt: David, have I not taught you anything about fashion?
Dave:*shakes his head and takes Kurt's books* I'm not walking next to you when you look like you've been kicked in the balls a bunch of times.
Kurt: It's quite inapproriate for you to be carrying my books. I have a boyfriend, you know? People will talk.
Dave: You wish. I've got Santana remember?
Kurt:*Sarcastically* Because that's the healthiest of relationships
Dave: Jealous?
*They arrive at the classroom before Kurt has a chance to reply*
*Dave leans against the doorway and raises his eyebrows like he's waiting for Kurt's comeback*
Kurt: I'll take those books back now, thank you.
Dave: *hands books back and smirks* See you back here in an hour, Kurt
Kurt: *rolls his eyes* Goodbye, David
*Kurt turns around and Mercedes is in his face, looking at him as if he's lost his mind*
Mercedes: I did not just see Dave Karofsky carrying your books. Start talking, Kurt.