As another PFLAG meeting was coming to an end, Kurt couldn't help but glance over at Dave quite a few times from across the room. Dave had been sitting at one of the tables, staring down at the top of it pretty much the entire time while his arms were crossed in front of his stomach. He had been acting so strange around Kurt for a few days now, and it was really starting to get to him as to why.

Kurt really hadn't been paying attention to anything that Ms. Pillsbury had been saying, only to start listening as she was finishing up. He looked up from where he was sitting to focus on her while she was standing up in front of the classroom.

"As members of PFLAG, we need to remind ourselves, as well as everyone else, that is unacceptable for LGBT students to not be able to learn in a positive and safe environment. But this also continues on outside of the learning community. Remember, we are looking towards a future full of equality for everyone- no matter who they are or who they love."

She looked around the room at each of the members, smiling sweetly like she always did. "Does anyone have anything else they'd like to add before we go?" She looked around once more, shrugging lightly after asking the question. "Kurt?" she asked, glancing in his direction.

"I think we're all set," he nodded.

Ms. Pillsbury smiled again, nodding back. "Thank you, everybody. We'll see you at our next meeting after winter break."

Mostly everyone began to get up, grabbing their belongings before saying bye to one another and heading towards the door to leave. Kurt stood up, waving at Mercedes before walking over to where Ms. Pillsbury was standing near David.

"If either of you wants to just drop off the packet we need for next time, I'll go ahead and make copies, okay?" she said, looking back and forth between the both of them.

Kurt was the first to respond. "Thank you, Ms. Pillsbury."

"You boys have a good weekend," she replied, as she began walking towards the door.

"You too," Dave mumbled from where he was sitting.

Everyone was out of the classroom now except for Dave and Kurt. Dave made no attempt to stand up, and he was still just staring down at the top of the table in front of him. Kurt slowly pulled the chair out next to him in order to sit down.

"What's going on with you?"

Dave, who looked exhausted and possibly upset about something, finally turned his head to see Kurt. "What do you mean?" he shrugged lightly.

One of Kurt's eyebrows rose in response. "You've been acting weird all week. It's like... I try and talk to you about something, and all you seem to do now is give me one word replies or you just grunt."

"I don't know," Dave said, as he looked back towards the table. "I just have a lot on my mind, I guess."

"Such as?" There was silence for quite a few moments before Kurt decided to say something else. "What? Please just tell me."

Dave sighed, looking away from the table to focus on Kurt again. "I'm, uh... I'm just so tired of being nervous around my parents. You know," he scoffed, shaking his head. "Sometimes I honestly feel like it's worse when I'm at home than when I'm here. I'm always worried about what I'm doing and what I'm saying when they're around... and I'm just sick of it."

Kurt nodded, showing that he understood what Dave was talking about. He looked away momentarily, swallowing before asking the question that had instantly came to his mind. "Are you thinking about telling them?"

Dave stood up from his chair, walking away from the table towards one of the windows in the classroom. He gazed out towards the falling snow, shaking his head before he could even reply. "I don't know," he said quietly. "I really don't. It's like... we'll just be sitting there eating dinner together and... I keep telling myself... just tell them. Just say it."

He looked down towards his feet, sighing again before turning back around towards Kurt. "And then I'll finally look at them and I just..." he shook his head once more. "I feel like I'm just gonna be a disappointment to them."

Kurt's mouth opened just a little bit, and he stood up immediately to walk over to Dave. "David... don't say that. You will never be a disappointment to anyone." Kurt paused to glance at the floor, attempting to gather all of his thoughts before looking back. "I've seen how your dad is with you. I've seen the way he talks about you. He loves you more than anything..."

Dave hadn't taken his eyes off Kurt yet, but the sadness on his face never seemed to change. "Maybe he just loves the son he thinks he knows." He walked passed Kurt, over to where his backpack was laying on top of one of the tables.

"Why would finding out that you're gay make him not love you anymore?" Kurt asked as he followed the other boy. "You're always going to be his son, no matter what happens."

Kurt searched Dave's face for some kind of acknowledgement, but it didn't come. He shook his head, not understanding what was going through Dave's mind at that moment. "Do you really think there's a chance that he's gonna push you away after he finds out?"

Dave stayed silent for a few moments, keeping his eyes on Kurt. He started breathing harder, clearly thinking about the different scenarios that could occur if he told his parents the truth. "I do, actually," he said simply.

"David..."

"No, Kurt," Dave interrupted him. "You can sit there and say you think you know my dad and how he feels about me because you've seen how he is a couple of times, but... come on." He walked back towards the window, crossing his arms in front of his stomach.

Dave tried to calm himself down to slow his breathing, shutting his eyes tight. He wanted to turn back around towards Kurt, but he felt like his body just wouldn't move at that moment. He opened his eyes, looking out towards the snow once more. "My dad's not a horrible guy, but," he paused to lick his upper lip. "I've just... he's just said so much about people like us in the past in front of me."

Kurt slowly made his way over to stand next to David. He, too, began to look out the window to watch the falling snow hit the ground outside. "Like what?" he asked softly.

"Like if he's watching a movie or TV or the news and something comes up, he always has to say something," Dave sighed. "Like the other day, they were talking about gay marriage and..." he trailed off.

"What did he say?" Kurt asked, turning his head to look up at him.

Dave met his gaze. "He didn't even say anything that time," he replied in irritation. "He just rolled his eyes." He shook his head, letting both of his hands slide deep into his pockets, as he began pacing back and forth from the window to the table.

Kurt walked in front of Dave as he made his way back to the window, causing the jock to stop pacing and stand still. "What about your mom?"

"She never says anything," he responded. He was looking at the right towards the wall, unable to look back at Kurt. "If my dad says something about 'the gays,'" he changed his voice slightly, "she just sits there."

"I see," Kurt said softly.

Dave glanced at Kurt, gazing over his face momentarily as if analyzing it like he had done so many times before. He shook his head, shrugging lightly. "Maybe I'll just wait until I move out of the house to come out to them... then if they decide to stop talking to me or whatever, I won't have to worry about where to go."

He said it as if it was no big deal at all. Kurt's mouth opened a little bit in surprise, where a confused expression came to his face immediately. "You think they'd kick you out if you told them?"

"I don't know," Dave said quietly after a few moments of silence. "I wish I could tell myself that they wouldn't, but..." he looked away, shaking his head once more.

"David," Kurt said, putting his hands on both of Dave's forearms so that his friend would look back towards him. "I'm so sorry..."

Kurt knew how lucky he was to have a father like Burt. It hurt him so much to know that Dave felt like he couldn't even tell his parents the truth... right at that moment, Kurt wished that he could make all of this so much easier for Dave.

"Please, don't," Dave replied, closing his eyes and shaking his arms so that Kurt would let go. "I don't need anybody to feel sorry for me."

"Okay," Kurt said sadly, nodding.

Dave let out a deep breath, moving to stand in front of the table where his backpack was. He paused for a moment before turning his head back towards Kurt. "What did your dad say when you told him?"

Kurt took a few steps closer, smiling softly. "He said he already knew... but I guess I'm a little more obvious than you are," he laughed lightly.

Dave smiled back, shaking his head, as he looked right at Kurt. "Don't ever try to hide it... you're perfect just the way you are, you know?"

"Are you gonna start singing Bruno Mars to me?"

It was a stupid response. Kurt knew that. He wished he wouldn't have said that, but he couldn't think of anything else to say to Dave at that moment.

Dave let out a chuckle, glancing away momentarily only to look right back. The smirk that had been on his face went away instantly, where he replied in a serious tone. "I mean it, though," he nodded. "Don't ever let anybody make you change or hide who you are."

He turned to grab his backpack off the top of the table, taking a few steps towards the door to leave the classroom. He stopped abruptly, turning back around when he must have thought of something else that he wanted to say to Kurt.

"Oh, hey... I still owe you a coffee, right?"

Kurt smiled and nodded briefly, "yeah."

"Wanna go tomorrow?" Dave smiled back.

"Okay."

The smile left Dave's face as he looked down towards the floor. He cleared his throat, taking another deep breath before glancing back up towards Kurt. "Um... why don't you ask Blaine if he wants to come with?"

Kurt's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "I don't have to..."

Dave nodded, "I know. I just... I don't think he'd really like it if it was just you and me, you know?"

The confused expression was still on Kurt's face. He wasn't sure why, but what Dave had said caused a feeling inside of him that he didn't quite understand.

"But we're just friends..." Kurt said softly.

Dave kept his eyes on Kurt, waiting a few moments before saying anything back.

"I know."

He glanced over Kurt's face a few times, swallowing once, before walking out the door.

Kurt crossed his arms in front of his stomach, standing all alone in the middle of the classroom. He still didn't understand why he felt the way that he did.


"So, we were just going back and forth over a bunch of songs for us to perform and Wes kept suggesting 'Baby Got Back.' I mean, could you imagine the Warblers singing that? I don't even think I'd be able to keep a straight face during that song."

Kurt had his left elbow on the top of the table, while his left hand was holding his head up from under his chin. Honestly, he had only been half-listening to Blaine talking, though he kept looking back and forth between his boyfriend and Dave.

Dave was sitting on the other side of the table at the Lima Bean, taking a sip of his coffee every now and then. He would occasionally glance at Blaine, and then over to Kurt, and then back down towards his cup. A blank expression had been on his face since the time all three of them had arrived, and it had yet to change into anything else.

Kurt soon realized that he had been staring at Dave for a little longer than he had meant to, and he saw Blaine waiting for a response from him out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over quickly, swallowing once between replying.

"Yeah, I guess that would be difficult," he said unenthusiastically.

Clearly, Blaine hadn't noticed how neither Dave nor Kurt was interested in what he had been talking about. He took another drink from his cup, nodding excitedly. "I know! I just had to tell them that there was no way that I was going to sing that."

"Hmm," Kurt let out softly. "Did you?"

Blaine gave Kurt a look as if he was taken aback. "Well... yeah."

Dave cleared his throat, causing both Blaine and Kurt to look over to him from the other side of the table. He had an eyebrow raised as he began to speak. "So are you, like... the lead singer or something?" he asked dryly.

"Well, no... not really," Blaine replied, shaking his head. "We have a council of upper classmen that usually decide on who gets to sing the solos during our performances."

Both of Dave's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "But... you pretty much get them all, right?"

Dave had heard this from a few of the members of New Directions. It wasn't that they were talking bad about Blaine behind his back. It was more of just making simple conversation about their competition- that was, the Dalton Academy Warblers.

Blaine pushed his cup of coffee back and forth between his hands, glancing down at it momentarily as he thought over Dave's question. "Um... well, I mean... I guess I get a lot of them."

"So..." Dave paused. "You can't just tell them to let someone else sing then?"

Kurt's eyebrows shot up in response. He glanced at Dave and then back to Blaine immediately.

"Yeah, of course I can," Blaine shrugged. "I mean, last year at regionals, I made it so that Kurt and I could sing a duet."

Dave nodded briefly. "Oh. What'd you sing?"

"'Candles' by Hey Monday," Blaine smirked.

Dave looked at Kurt with the confused expression still on face. He glanced over to the wall on his left, then back to the table, and then back towards Blaine moments later. "Isn't that a song about a break-up?" His mouth was slightly open as if he didn't understand why they had decided to duet on that song.

Kurt's eyes widened just a bit more. He picked up his coffee cup, taking a sip of it for something to do, as he felt the conversation was moving into an awkward territory.

Blaine thought about it for a moment, shrugging again. "Yeah, actually. It is. That's right around when we started dating, funnily enough." He laughed lightly, looking over to Kurt and smiling.

"Yep," Kurt replied with a tense smile on his face. He turned his head towards Dave quickly before looking down at his cup again, letting out a fake cough.

"Cool," Dave said, lifting his right hand up for a moment to rub his chin.

Blaine took another drink, letting out a deep breath. "So... enough about me. How are things at McKinley?" He looked back and forth between Kurt and Dave.

"Fine," Kurt said quickly.

Blaine raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you okay?"

Kurt nodded, and then shrugged ever so slightly. "Yeah, why?"

"Hey, uh..." Dave interrupted. "I've been meaning to ask you, what was that song you sang at prom last year?"

It was a random question, but at least it was a change of subject for Dave.

Kurt, on the other hand, wasn't the biggest fan of talking about anything related to their junior prom.

"Oh, I sang 'I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You' by the Black Kids," Blaine replied.

Dave nodded again. "Long song name."

Blaine let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, it is. Did you like it?"

"Yeah, it was alright. I'll, uh... have to check it out again later."

Kurt looked towards the front counter, sighing lightly as he shook his head in irritation. "Let's not talk about prom, shall we?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Blaine said quickly. He gave Kurt a smile as he was remembering that talking about prom wasn't always the best subject for his boyfriend.

"It's fine," Kurt shrugged. "I'd just rather not think about that whole incident." He looked over to Dave, whose facial expression had grown blank once more. "Oh," Kurt said, shaking his head at him. "I mean, the whole voting me prom queen thing, obviously. Nothing to do with you."

Dave just nodded. "Right."

"You gonna wear a kilt again if you go this year?" Blaine asked jokingly.

Kurt slowly turned his head towards him, an irritated look on his face. "Maybe," he simply said.

He really wasn't planning on going to their senior prom this year anyways. But after Blaine's comments about what he wore last time, it was still a bit of a sore subject for him.

Blaine instantly gave Kurt a sympathetic look. "Kurt, I'm sorry. I was just kidding."

Dave was looking back and forth between them, blinking a few times as he didn't understand what they were talking about. "Was there something wrong with wearing the kilt?"

"I don't know..." Blaine laughed lightly. "I had just told Kurt that I thought it'd be better if he wore something more... typical, I guess," he said as he shrugged.

Once again, Dave's eyebrows came together in confusion. "Why?"

Blaine sighed. "I... just had a bad experience once at a dance with a guy I went with... I thought, you know, if we were going to go together, it'd be better to not try and stick out so much."

Dave looked over to Kurt and then back to Blaine. "But, that's not trying to stick out..." he said as he glanced back over to Kurt again. "You were just being yourself, right?"

At this point, Kurt was unsure of what to say. He was looking at Dave, yet was playing with the uneaten muffin in front of him as it sat on the table. Blaine responded before Kurt could decide on how to reply.

"Oh, I know that!" he said quickly. "I wasn't trying to imply that Kurt tries to stick out on purpose. I just meant that... you know, with how people are nowadays... sometimes it's better when they can't just tell."

Dave still looked confused. "How is that better?"

"Um... so you don't have to get those kinds of looks or comments from people... I mean, we're not always treated equally when they know."

"So..." Dave swallowed once. "How would trying to look and act like everyone else help then?"

Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt for a moment. He looked back at Dave, shaking his head briefly. "Well... it wouldn't. I just mean, sometimes it's easier-"

"To tell Kurt to not be himself?" Dave interrupted.

If Kurt didn't know what to say before, he definitely didn't know what to say now. He looked over to Blaine, noticing his mouth had dropped open in surprise.

"I'm not saying that at all..."

Dave took his hands off of the top of the table and dropped them down into his lap. "You just told me that you didn't want him to wear what he wore at prom, right?"

Blaine's eyebrows shot up and he glanced down at his coffee cup momentarily. "Well, I mean... I suggested it, but-"

"I'm just saying that... if you're his boyfriend, you should be there for him and support him in whatever decision he makes... not telling him he shouldn't wear something just because it'll be easier for you."

Kurt could tell that Dave was really irritated, but he wasn't completely sure as to why bringing up the conversation about the kilt he had worn to prom was the main cause of it.

Blaine raised his hands up in defense. His voice had a hint of irritation in it as well. "I was just trying to look out for him. And I only said it because it would've been easier for both of us- not just me."

"But that's never gonna help," Dave said immediately. "Shouldn't it be about getting people to accept you for who you are instead of who you're pretending to be?"

Kurt's eyes were on David, and he felt as if he couldn't look away from him even if he wanted to. He finally realized what Dave had been saying all along. It wasn't just about Kurt and what he had worn to prom- it was about himself, too.

"Yes, of course..." Blaine said quietly, as if he was taken aback.

Dave looked around the Lima Bean, now noticing how serious the conversation had gotten. He glanced down towards the table in front of him, letting out a deep breath, before quickly grabbing his coffee cup and standing up from his chair. "Uh, I gotta go..."

"What?" Kurt asked in confusion.

"Yeah," Dave nodded. "I uh... got some things to do. I'll see you guys later." He walked away from the table towards the main entrance doors.

Kurt stood up, taking a few steps towards him. "David," he called out.

Dave left without looking back.

Kurt instantly remembered the conversation that he had with Dave after the PFLAG meeting from the previous day. Don't ever let anybody make you change or hide who you are...

He sighed, glancing down at the floor, as his shoulders seemed to slump just a bit. He turned back around and sat down at the table where Dave had been sitting.

Blaine, now sitting diagonally from him, just looked at Kurt as if he didn't understand anything that had just happened. "What was that all about?"

"I don't know," Kurt lied. "He's just... been dealing with a lot of stuff lately, I guess."

He had expected for Blaine to just nod or shrug, along with some sort of change of subject. Yet, Blaine's expression only became more serious.

"Was he right?"

Kurt wasn't sure of exactly what he'd meant by that. "About what?"

Blaine looked down at his coffee cup, clearly thinking about all of the things that Dave had talked about. "All that he just said about me..." he replied, glancing back up to Kurt. "Am I wrong for wanting to make things easier sometimes?"

Taking quite a few moments to respond without looking away, Kurt slowly started shaking his head. "I... I don't know," he said softly.

That clearly wasn't the answer Blaine had wanted. He seemed hurt, though still a little confused about everything. "Did I really upset you that much when I said all that last year?"

"I don't know, I... I just didn't see what the problem was. I mean, I wore it anyways and you didn't say anything, so... it's fine," he paused. "We're fine."

"Are you sure?"

Kurt's mouth opened, and he looked around as if he was now getting angry. "Where is this coming from?" he asked, shaking his head again. "Just because he said all that?"

"Do I do that to you a lot? Like... with everything?"

"Blaine, stop. Why are you getting so worried all of a sudden?"

Blaine swallowed once, looking down towards the table. He began pushing his coffee cup between his hands once more, making it seem as if he couldn't glance back up.

"Are you happy?" he asked quietly.

Kurt was still looking at him in confusion. "With what?"

Blaine looked up. "Us," he said simply.

"Are you being serious right now?"

"Just answer the question, Kurt," Blaine shrugged. "I won't ask you anything else about it," he said sincerely.

Kurt didn't look away from Blaine, yet he felt himself hesitating when trying to answer. He glanced over his face a few times, attempting to make himself start speaking. After another few moments, he finally replied back.

"Of course I'm happy... Why wouldn't I be?"

Kurt really didn't know if Blaine would believe him. He honestly didn't know if he believed himself.

All Blaine did was slowly begin to nod.