06. Proof.

"Kurt? Can I talk to you about something without you getting… offended?" Dave begins softly, his eyes searching Kurt's.

The jock's face takes on a tender expression. He smiles a little and leans forward over the table, his hand grasping Dave's. "Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right? I swear I won't attack you or something. What's on your mind?"

Dave bites his bottom lip, unable to eat his dinner. They're at a restaurant out in Westerville to avoid seeing anyone from Lima, and to spare their wallets, because Westerville has a lot more options for places that are cheap but nice.

"I think Blaine is making moves on me. I don't know, I could be making it up in my head, but he seems… interested. And I don't know what to do; I like him a–"

"I knew it!" Kurt says darkly, removing his hand and slamming it hard onto the table. Some other customers glance over at him, confused and startled. He pays them no heed and continues, his eyes glaring down at the vague speckled pattern on the diner's table, "So that's it, then? You're breaking up with me for someone better?"

"What? No! God, Kurt, if would have just let me finish, I was about to say how I like him as a friend and don't want to hurt his feeling by letting him down and telling him how I already have a boyfriend and am not interested." Kurt's eyes jerk upward to connect with David's, and he looks relieved. Dave goes on, "But if I'm wrong, and he's just overly friendly or affectionate with his friends or something, then I'm going to look really stupid. –Dammit, why do you have to jump to conclusions, anyway? This is why I but rarely discuss tender subjects with you!"

Kurt's face washes with guilt, and his stomach lurches uneasily with shame. He bows his head, dropping his gaze. "…I'm sorry, David." He sucks in air tensely. "I just… r-really don't want to lose you to somebody else. I already feel, I dunno, unworthy or something since I used to bully you, and…" he drifts off, unable to finish. He looks back up at the singer's calm hazel eyes. "Do you know what I'm tryin' to say?"

Dave's shoulders lower as he sighs, losing his edge. "Yes, Kurt. I know." He pauses to lean forward and reconnect their hands. "…I know. The proof is there with how possessive you are. You need to work on that." And he smiles.

Kurt laughs weakly, releasing Dave's hand to pick up his fork again. "Heh, yeah. I'll try."