"Well, Mr. Karofsky... I have to congratulate you."

Dave turned slightly to his right to see Kurt standing beside him against the lockers. He looked around in confusion for a moment, wondering what Kurt had meant by that. A little grin formed as he shut his locker closed. "For what?"

Kurt beamed up at him. "For singing amazingly well the other day." He clapped his hands together excitedly and his smile grew wider. "I'm so proud!" he said dramatically.

"And you call me a dork," Dave laughed.

"Hey, I take offense to that." Kurt playfully hit Dave's arm, pouting just a little bit.

Dave laughed again, "I sincerely apologize then."

Kurt nodded, "yeah, you better." Dave shook his head as his laughs died down. "So," he paused, "how are you doing?"

Dave thought over the question for a few moments, turning his head to the side slightly as he finally responded. "Not too bad, really. I'm starting to feel," he took a deep breath. "Pretty good, actually."

"Well, good, I'm glad," Kurt smiled.

Dave glanced down at Kurt and then back up, clearly taking a look at the other boy's clothing. "That's an interesting outfit today..."

Kurt looked down at his outfit, moving his head back up to meet Dave's eyes as he raised an eyebrow at him. "Should I take that as a compliment?"

"Just a statement, really," Dave chuckled. "But yeah... you look good."

Kurt felt himself blush a little, though he was unsure as to why. "Thanks," he said, looking down the hallway to see many students of McKinley High walking either to their lockers or to their classrooms.

He thought over what people might have been thinking when seeing Dave and him talking, yet most people were so used to it by now after finding out that Dave had joined glee club and started PFLAG with Kurt. He looked back at Dave and noticed his goofy grin once again. "Nice polo," he said sarcastically.

Dave ran a hand over his shirt, looking down at it to his left and his right as if Kurt was actually telling the truth. "You think so?"

"No, actually," Kurt laughed. "I was just trying to be nice."

Dave's mouth opened in surprise, though he was trying hard not to smile. "Yeah, well-"

That was as far as he got into his next statement when something red passed near Kurt, while the contents of a slushy hit Dave right in the face. Kurt looked down the hallway and noticed one of the jocks on the football team looking back at them with a, now, empty slushy cup in his right hand.

"Hey, loser," the jock said quickly, before he walked away and turned the corner.

Dave was just standing still in front of Kurt. While his mouth had not yet closed, his eyes were shut so tight as he was trying to not let anymore of the slushy get into them. Other students in the hallway had all stopped whatever they were doing to stare at him.

He spit out whatever had made it into his mouth, raising his hands to wipe the contents away from his eyes. Dave blinked a few times, attempting to take a look at Kurt who was still standing in front of him as if he didn't know what to do.

Dave looked around a little bit, taking a few deep breaths before speaking.

"I was wondering when that was gonna happen."

Kurt laughed, though he thought it came out because of his nerves more than anything else. "Are you okay?"

The jock just raised an eyebrow, clearing wondering if he was being serious.

"Alright, stupid question..." Kurt laughed again. "Come on," he said as he carefully grabbed Dave's arm to lead him down the hallway towards one of the bathrooms. "Let's get you cleaned up."


"It burns!" Dave cried out as he leaned over one of the sinks in the bathroom. The water was on and he was continuously running his hands underneath it only to raise them back up to rub at his eyes.

Kurt had his back leaned up against the sink next to Dave's, looking over to his right to see his friend complaining. "Stop being such a baby."

Dave scoffed, looking over at Kurt in disbelief. "How am I being a baby?"

"And now you're just whining," Kurt said, laughing lightly.

"Who are you- my mother?" Dave replied, shaking his head and attempting to hide his smile.

Kurt shook his own head- his eyes growing a little wider as he answered Dave's question. "No, but trust me... if I was, I'd be out buying you something other than polos." He laughed again when he saw Dave close his eyes and grin.

Dave bent down once more, cupping his hands underneath the water to bring them up to his hair. The water trickled back down into the sink, rinsing out most of the slushy that had gotten there. He looked back at himself in the mirror, only to have some of the water slide down his face, towards his neck, and into his shirt. Dave sighed, shaking his head in irritation.

"Stop moving, you're just making it worse," Kurt said. He grabbed a few paper towels from the wall dispenser, wetting them underneath the sink in front of him. He wiped off Dave's forehead and moved down to his cheek, only to stop when he had reached his neck directly underneath his jawline.

Dave had been watching Kurt while this had been happening, but he quickly brought his hand up to his neck to grab the wet paper towels from Kurt's hand. He looked away from him, back towards himself in the mirror.

"I don't know why I used to do this to people," he said. "This sucks."

Kurt walked back towards the wall behind the sinks, leaning against it so that he could see Dave looking at himself in the mirror. He smirked at the other boy, "I have to say... I was really surprised you just stood there and did nothing."

Dave looked back towards Kurt in the mirror, shrugging slightly as he paused from wiping himself off. "Yeah, well... what else is there really to do?"

"True, I guess," Kurt replied. He glanced at the floor for a moment and then looked back up. "Just surprised 'The Fury' wasn't involved in some way," he smirked.

"Remind me never to call my fist 'The Fury' ever again," Dave laughed to himself.

Kurt nodded briefly, never letting the smile leave his face. "Will do."

He couldn't help but think about how different things were now. A year ago, Dave would have been the one throwing a slushy at someone. If the same situation that had occurred now, happened then, Dave would have probably started to throw punches. But... that wasn't him anymore.

Kurt started laughing, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth as he crossed one of his arms around himself.

Dave just glanced at him through the mirror once more, pausing to turn around quickly. One of his perfect eyebrows came up just a bit, looking at him in confusion. "What's so funny?"

"It's just weird to think about how different things are now..." Kurt trailed off. His smile softened, and he just shrugged at Dave. "How different you are."

Both of Dave's eyebrows came together as he wanted to know more of what Kurt was thinking. "Like how?"

"Oh, I don't know," Kurt shrugged again. "It's just... it's like it's a whole new you. You used to be a little mean all the time... a little angry..."

Dave's expression had yet to change, though he nodded.

"Yeah," Kurt continued. He couldn't help but laugh again as he thought over what he wanted to say next. "But now... you're kind of like a big teddy bear."

Dave looked at the floor as he chuckled to himself a bit. He looked back up, shaking his head in amusement. "Is that really how people see me now?" he asked.

Kurt was still laughing lightly, and he began to nod once more. "I think so. You're nicer now... easier to talk to-"

"And everyone wants to cuddle with me?"

Kurt didn't answer right away. He looked over Dave's face for a few brief moments. His laughter had died down right after the question, and he wasn't sure why he didn't know exactly how to reply to him.

"Maybe something like that," he finally said.

Dave didn't say anything back, yet continued to gaze at Kurt.

Kurt felt himself trying to look away, yet couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't understand what had just happened between them- if anything had happened at all, that is. Neither said anything until Dave finally broke the silence.

"What?"

"Nothing," Kurt replied, looking at the floor momentarily.

Kurt didn't know, but David was having the same thoughts he was. He wasn't sure if something had actually just happened, or if it was just his imagination running wild like it usually did.

Dave could feel himself breathing hard as he took a few steps towards Kurt. He felt himself staring at Kurt's eyes, even though they weren't looking back at his. He glanced down at Kurt's lips for a moment, but only until Kurt decided to look back up at him.

He searched for a sign of fear in the other boy's eyes, but saw none. Dave reached his right hand out to Kurt's cheek, rubbing his thumb across it gently. Kurt's lips parted slightly, causing Dave to take a chance and lean in towards him.

Their lips were almost touching...

"What?"

Dave blinked a few times, shaking his head as he was brought back to reality. He was still leaning up against the sink across from Kurt, who was now looking over Dave's face as if it would somehow help him to figure out what he was thinking.

Calm down, Dave told himself. He had been daydreaming. Nothing had happened. And nothing was going to happen.

"Um," Dave cleared his throat. "I don't know... you were just staring at me and it looked like you wanted to say something."

"Oh," Kurt said, shaking his head quickly. "No," he shrugged. He looked away momentarily, only to step away from the wall and walk back over towards the sink to look at himself in the mirror.

He could feel that Dave was still looking at him. Kurt looked over to his left towards him and laughed, "stop!"

"I'm not doing anything!" Dave laughed too.

Kurt scoffed, attempting to hide his smile. "Yeah, you're staring at me now."

Dave put both of his hands up in defense. "Sorry," he said, grinning as he turned back around towards the mirror and got the paper towels wet again.

He was wiping at the front of his shirt now, becoming frustrated when he thought about how he'd have to walk around school for the rest of the day with dried-up slushy on his clothes.

Kurt thought for a few moments, debating with himself on whether to ask Dave what he had been meaning to ask all day. He sighed lightly, though Dave couldn't hear it over the sound of the sink running.

"Did Rachel pick out that song?" Kurt asked quickly.

Dave stopped wiping at his shirt to look over. "The song I sang?"

"Yeah," Kurt nodded.

He shook his head. "No," he said, as he looked back at himself in the mirror.

"Oh."

Dave turned the water off, glancing back over at Kurt once again. "Why?"

Kurt shrugged, "I just never pictured you much of a Bublé fan." He smiled when he noticed Dave's grin.

"Let's just say that I'm full of surprises."

Kurt laughed, walking away from the sink and back towards the wall that he had been leaning up against earlier. He nodded towards Dave as he looked back at him through the mirror. "Yeah, you're full of something..."

"I see how it is," Dave chuckled.

"I have to say, though... singing a song in November when you're talking about the month of May is quite interesting."

Dave laughed again. "Yeah, well... it's a good song."

He had gone back to wiping at the front of his shirt, not noticing Kurt's expression from behind him. Kurt thought that he had analyzed the song's lyrics too much, yet he honestly couldn't stop himself from asking another question.

"Why did you choose it?"

It was a simple question. It was asked nonchalantly. Little did Dave know that there had been a much deeper meaning behind it.

Dave turned back around towards Kurt, looking over his face as if debating how to answer. He decided to go with the easy one. "I don't know," he shrugged. "I just thought it was a good song."

Kurt nodded briefly. "Is that it?"

Dave set the paper towels on the side of the sink, looking back at Kurt only to slide his hands deep into his pockets. He glanced down at the floor, swallowing once before replying. "I guess it kind of reminded me of everything I've been going through lately... something like that." He looked back up, yet said nothing more.

"I just..." Kurt trailed off. "There were just some parts that made it seem like it was a song about heartbreak too."

"Yeah, I guess." Dave's expression was, like it had been a few times lately, unreadable.

Kurt shook his head, telling himself to stop asking so many questions. "You didn't choose it because of that, did you?" He still couldn't help himself.

Dave looked over Kurt's face, raising his right eyebrow quickly. "No," he paused for a few moments, never letting his eyes leave Kurt's face. "Who would've been able to break my heart?"

All Kurt could do was nod. He told himself that it was stupid to ask to begin with, and that asking anything else would've just made it worse.

Sliding his hands out of his pockets, Dave turned back towards the mirror. He sighed as he looked over his polo that was now covered with stains from the slushy. "I guess my shirt's ruined."

Dave looked at Kurt behind him in the mirror, where he was looking down at the floor and smirking at Dave's statement. "You don't have to look so happy about it!"

"I'm sorry," Kurt laughed. "Honestly, though... maybe it's a sign that you should go get some new clothes."

Dave, once again, looked at Kurt in amusement. "Uh, I'm really not a fan of shopping, so... yeah." He replied nervously, almost as if he could read Kurt's mind.

He was right.

"I'll go with you!" Kurt replied, beaming at Dave. "I'll get Mercedes to tag along. Think of it as picking out a new wardrobe for the new and improved Dave Karofsky," he said, animatedly.

Dave just stared at Kurt- both eyebrows raised as he thought over the idea of his friend putting him in outfits similar to his own. He hadn't replied yet, but Kurt knew exactly what he was thinking.

"David," Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to put you in a pair of skinny jeans or anything like that. Trust me."

The jock just looked over his face a few more times, debating on whether to take him up on his offer or not. He sighed, glancing over to the wall on his left before looking back at Kurt. "I have a feeling I might regret this, but... okay, I guess," he smiled.

Kurt jumped up and down a few times in excitement, clapping his hands together like he had done in the hallway earlier. "You won't regret it, I promise!" His smile was bigger than Dave had ever seen before. "I'm so excited!"

Dave just laughed to himself, shaking his head as he thought over what he was getting himself into. "Yeah, I can tell..."