"Hey there, Stud."

Dave rolled his eyes as he turned to see Santana standing behind him. If only she was a guy. He'd punch her face in for the hell she's put him through this past week. He hasn't been able to get Kurt out of his head. So he'd pretty much decided that Kurt was a permanent fixture he'd need to work around in order to be happy.

"Hey yourself."

"Ooh, is Davey pissed at yours truly?" Santana ventured.

"Damn right."

"Why this time, hot stuff?"

"You know why." Dave said, glaring at her. Then again, this was Santana, so she had probably forgotten already since she'd moved on to her next bad deed. What that was, he had no idea. He didn't keep tabs on her. He had no reason to.

"Yes, I knew he was singing. But what's the big deal? You love his voice."

"I don't love it when he sings about missing some guy."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me right now." Santana said, staring at him in disbelief. Dave felt like he'd missed something because he wasn't following. That was how it always felt with Santana, though, because she always knew something that everyone else didn't.

"What?" He asked, irritated.

"Some guy? I just.. you can't be that dense."

"Some guy. Yes. Blaine." Dave said, rolling his eyes. He turned away from her, but she grabbed the back of his letterman and tugged him back so that she could talk into his ear and make sure that he heard what she said.

"You're not going anywhere until we get something straight, 'cause Auntie Tana's only gonna say this once. Kurt was singing about you."

Dave wrenched himself away from her gasp, glaring at her as he clenched his teeth. She stared just as hard back at him. This wasn't uncommon with these two, as they were always getting into some kind of argument about something. Santana was always crossing some kind of line with him, but she didn't care because she always said what he needed to hear, whether he liked it or not.

"How do you know?" He finally asked.

"Because we're friends and he talks to me."

"Friends?" Dave laughed. "Since when does Tana have friends?"

Santana rolled her eyes and smacked him playfully. He was kind of right in a way, because she didn't really ever let herself get close to anyone. She really only had three people that she could really consider good friends, and one of them was standing right in front of her. She sighed and said, "Kurt gets me, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." Dave said, nodding. He'd felt the exact same way all that time ago, when he'd come out to Kurt.

"Anyway. I know it was about you because I told him to pick one about you."

"So he was just doing what you told him?"

"Oh, you're so frustrating," Santana huffed.

"Doesn't that sound familiar?" Dave grinned.

"Shut up. Fact is, he misses you."

"And what am I gonna do with that?" Dave asked.

"Uh, I don't know, talk to him maybe?" Santana said, being a smartass.

"I'm not getting back with him."

"But he wants you, David."

"I don't care. He's better off without me."

"Says who?"

"Me."

"Ugh. Goddammit. No wonder you guys fought all the time. You're so damn frustrating and stubborn and you don't always know what's good for him, you know." Santana huffed, folding her arms across her chest.

"Maybe. Maybe not. But he's not going to get very far being with me, is he?" Dave answered. Santana just continued to glare at him, tapping her foot. She was so pissed at him, and he knew it, but he wasn't going to fucking budge, no matter what she did. He didn't even know why she was doing this. He used to think she just brought up Kurt to torture him. Maybe she was. Maybe she was trying to give him false hope so he'd walk into the lion's den only to be shot down.

She had just stormed off after that, obviously done with arguing with him. She had sent him a number of texts telling him that he was a dumbass and a whole lot of Spanish, which he could only assume was cursing. She loved biting his head off in Spanish because he didn't know a word of it. He still couldn't get her earlier words out of his head, though. Kurt had been singing about him.

Here I go again
I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today

Yeah, he did. So he wasn't going to go there. But fuck, Santana had fucked that up, hadn't she? Dammit, why did she do this to him? He gave a frustrated sigh as he sat back on the couch and rubbed his hands over his face. He could tell that she really did want Kurt and Dave to get back together, but he didn't understand why. What did she have to gain from this? Santana never did anything without some kind of motivation. Fuck, he just didn't understand.

He decided he'd go out for a drive. He tugged on his coat and grabbed his keys. He wrote his father a quick note, saying he'd be gone for a little while. He didn't know if his dad was going to be home any time soon, so he added that he'd pick up something for dinner while he was out. He didn't feel like cooking, and he was sure his dad probably didn't either.

It's been seven months and counting
You moved on, but I still feel exactly the same

He counted on his fingers, muttering the months out loud. Holy shit, it'd been six months, but fuck those lyrics had been close, hadn't they? That was both creepy and reassuring. He almost felt like it was some sort of sign. For what, he had no idea. He'd never really believed in all that bullshit about signs until he'd met Kurt. He didn't believe in a lot of things until he'd met Kurt.

It's just that everywhere I go, all the buildings know your name
Like photographs and memories of love

He sighed.

Steel and granite reminders
The city calls your name and I can't move on

He beat his hands against the steering wheel. Why the fuck couldn't he just move on? He was the one who had ended it, dammit. He felt like he was back in May all over again, driving around and trying his best to forget about Kurt, only to remember every fucking place they'd ever been. Every fucking thing they'd ever done. This was such fucking bullshit.

Ever since you've been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now

He tried not to think about it. He tried not to think about Kurt and Blaine going to all of the places that he and Kurt had. He tried not to think about Kurt taking Blaine to their "spot" over at Faurot Park. Or eating over at King's Corner. Or Kurt building blanket forts with Blaine. Or Finn playing video games with Blaine. Or Burt and Carole inviting Blaine out with them on family outings. Or Kurt and Blaine sharing a bed. He'd go insane if he thought of those things.

Am I all alone in the universe?
There's no love on these streets

He'd never even loved Sebastian. He laughed at that. He'd always known that he could never love Sebastian. He'd also known that Sebastian could never love him, either. Besides his own parents, Dave had only ever felt loved by Kurt and his family. And he loved them in return. He had tried to continue being friends with Finn way back when, but it had felt so awkward. Too awkward. And he couldn't shake the urge to ask about Kurt, so he figured it was best just to distance himself. Sometimes he saw Burt or Carole around, and they were always friendly. It made him feel so sick because he knew he'd put Kurt through so much bad shit, and they were still so nice to him. They were such fucking great people, and he'd put their son through hell so many times. They were his proof that good people really did exist in the world.

So this is my new freedom
It's funny, I don't remember being chained

He hadn't done it for freedom. He'd done it to free Kurt.

Nothing seems to make sense anymore
Without you I'm always twenty-minutes late

He snorted. No, it was because of Kurt that he'd always been late. Or as Kurt had always liked to say, fashionably late. He rolled his eyes. The fucker was always making them late in the name of fashion. But he also couldn't deny that Kurt always looking really fucking good. Too good, sometimes, Dave thought as he remembered many nights spent making out in his truck. He glanced over at his passenger seat. Well fuck. Kurt was just fucking everywhere, wasn't he?

And time goes by so slowly
The nights are cold and lonely
I shouldn't be holding on
But I've been holding on for you

He didn't know. He just fucking didn't know why he was holding on. He was the one who had ended things. He was the one who kept saying that he was never going to take Kurt back. So why was he hanging on? There was no hope for them. There never had been. It had been so stupid to ever think that they could actually last. Even if they did get together, Kurt was going to New York next year, and Dave wasn't going anywhere with his life. He would be dead weight for Kurt, and Kurt just had to know that, right?

Here I go again
I promised myself that I wouldn't think of you today
But I'm standing at your doorway
I'm calling out your name 'cause I can't move on

He looked around in disbelief, and holy fuck, he was sitting outside of Kurt's house. What the fuck was he doing? What had he been thinking? God, he'd been thinking about Kurt so much that he'd ended up outside his house and now he had no idea what to do. Luckily he wasn't sitting right outside the house. He was across the street, but still. What if Kurt saw him? He'd get the wrong idea. Wouldn't he?

Dave thought about getting out. Going up to the door. Knocking. Talking to Kurt. Telling him why he'd been such a dick back in the spring. He was sure that Kurt knew. Sure that Kurt had figured it out by now, right? Because Kurt definitely wasn't stupid. And if he knew anything about Kurt, it was that he would have completely over-analyzed the entire situation, picking it apart until there was literally nothing left of it.

He made a move to open his door, but then a car pulled up across the street, and Dave pulled his hand back as Blaine climbed out of his car. More like sprung, actually. The hobbit was practically skipping up to the door, and the smiles on Kurt and Blaine's faces were just too much. His stomach twisted as he saw Blaine walk Kurt to his car. He watched Blaine drive off.

You call another name
To your love
To your lover now
To your love
The lover after me

Dave started up the truck and headed for home, stopping at the pizza place to pick up dinner for him and his dad. Kurt was happy with Blaine.