There was a knock at the front door.

Kurt walked over and opened said door to find Dave standing there without a jacket, shivering and eyes looking so tired and red, as if he had been crying. Kurt's mouth opened slightly in surprise, as his eyebrows wrinkled in both confusion and concern. "Dave..." he said softly.

Dave swallowed hard, glancing down towards the porch momentarily before looking back up. "Hi," he strained out.

Kurt opened the door a little wider and took one step out, still with the concerned look on his face. He watched silently for a few moments as Dave began to crumble right in front of him.

Dave didn't want to cry anymore... especially in front of Kurt. But now that he was there, standing right in front of him, it was as if there was no way for him to hold back any longer.

"Dave..." Kurt said again, taking a few steps towards him and wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him in for a hug. Kurt wasn't sure of what had happened, but he instantly felt that comforting Dave with his arms around him like this was exactly where he needed to be at that moment.

A few tears fell from Dave's eyes as he hugged Kurt back around his waist, instantly feeling like he never wanted to let go.

"Dave, it's okay," Kurt said softly, as he rubbed Dave's back with one hand, moving it up to the back of his neck, where he let his fingers slide through a little bit of his hair. "It's okay," he said again.

Dave sniffed a few times, pulling back from Kurt's hug slightly. He looked behind Kurt into the house, noticing that Blaine was standing a few feet away from them with a hurt expression on his face.

Dave pulled back from Kurt's hug all the way, sniffing once more and wiping at one of his cheeks with his knuckle. He walked backwards a few steps from Kurt. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. He swallowed again, glancing back down towards the porch. "I..."

"David, it's fine," Kurt stated, shaking his head. "Honestly... come in here," he took a few steps back into the house, motioning for Dave to follow him.

After pausing for a few seconds, Dave took a couple of steps into the house near Kurt who closed the front door behind him. He noticed Blaine's expression change instantly, from the hurt expression to, perhaps, a fake, small smile. Kurt clearly hadn't noticed any of this, as his back had been turned towards Blaine the entire time.

"Hey, Dave," Blaine said quietly, still smiling softly.

Dave sniffed once more, "Hey." He cleared his throat, looking back at Kurt. "I didn't, uh... know where else to go and..."

"It's okay," Kurt replied, nodding. "I told you that you could come here and I meant that." He turned slightly to look at Blaine, pointing with his right index finger towards the living room. "Blaine, can you grab that blanket that's on the couch for me?"

"Yeah," Blaine responded, nodding as well. "Yeah, no problem." He walked back into the other room away from the front door.

Kurt looked back at Dave, grabbing one of his forearms with his left hand. "Come on," he said, as he pulled on Dave's arm gently. Dave followed Kurt towards Burt's old recliner that sat in the corner. "Sit down," Kurt said quietly. He turned back to Blaine, grabbing the blanket that he was holding out to him. "Thank you," he said, taking it and opening it up to put it around Dave's shoulders, who was still shivering. "Dave, here... you're freezing."

"No, I'm fine," Dave shrugged slightly.

"No, you're not..." Kurt replied back.

Blaine sat down on the couch that was across from where Dave was sitting. Kurt sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of Dave, in between both his friend and his boyfriend. "What happened?"

Dave leaned forward, setting both of his elbows onto his knees for support as he looked down towards his shoes. "I told him," he strained out.

"You told your dad..." Kurt let out quietly, as he began to hope that Dave hadn't showed up so upset because it hadn't gone very well. "What did he say?"

Dave's eyebrows shot up quickly, though he wasn't able to raise his head to be able to look back at Kurt. "Um... he... he said that he didn't understand why I didn't just tell him a long time ago... so, uh," he swallowed hard. "So then I told him why."

Kurt looked at Blaine, who continued to watch them both from the couch silently with a blank expression on his face.

Kurt turned back to Dave. "What did you say to him?"

"Everything," Dave replied softly. "I just... told him everything. I said... you know, for so long now, I just wanted to be able to go to him and tell him... I just wanted to ask him for help... for everything to be okay, but," he finally looked up at Kurt. "I told him that I just couldn't. And that I didn't know how to... not after all that with him."

Kurt's expression had immediately turned sympathetic, though he was so unsure of what to say.

"It's funny, though," Dave continued. "Looking back over pretty much everything that's happened..." He paused for a few moments, thinking over what he had wanted to say, as his head dropped back down. "If I would've just... said something sooner or-"

"David," Kurt interrupted him. "Don't you even start blaming yourself now," Kurt said sternly, shaking his head briefly. "Just because you weren't able to go to him any sooner does not mean anything... It wasn't your fault."

Dave brought his right hand up to rub his forehead, where he closed his eyes for a few moments. He took a deep breath, opening them back up to look at Kurt. "Yeah... I know, you're right." Dave attempted to smile, but it just came off as sad more than anything. "I mean... I said everything that I needed to say to him at least, I guess... so..."

Kurt nodded. "Well... what did he say when you told him how you felt?"

Dave huffed in disbelief, raising his left eyebrow. "He said he was sorry... for everything." He looked back to Kurt, flashing a soft smile. "I definitely wasn't expecting that."

"That's good, though," Kurt responded quietly. "It was good that you told him. Now that he knows all of that... maybe he'll understand what he was doing to you," he nodded once more. "It can help him to change."

"I hope so." Dave nodded back, taking another deep breath. "I don't know," he shook his head. "He, uh... he didn't even want me to leave, but... I just couldn't stay." Dave shrugged. "I had to get out of there..." he stated, staring back at Kurt intently.

"I just needed to see y..." he trailed off, once he remembered that Blaine was sitting only a few feet away. Dave brought his hand up to his mouth, faking a cough, as he felt his face turning red.

Kurt paused for a few moments, knowing exactly what Dave had almost said. He cleared his throat, taking another glance back towards Blaine, who was still just sitting quietly watching them, before looking back at Dave. "Well... it doesn't really sound like he was disappointed in you at all, you know," he smiled.

Dave nodded again, though only for a second. "Yeah, I know... but uh, I think I had every right to worry though, don't you think?" he smirked.

"Of course you did, yeah. And um... just to inform you... I will not be saying 'I told you so' any time soon," Kurt smirked back, raising one of his eyebrows. "Or at all."

Dave huffed once more, as his smirk grew a bit. "Good."

All three sat in silence until Kurt finally spoke up once again. "Where was your mom?"

"She, uh..." Dave's smirk diminished as he stared back down at his shoes. "She wasn't home yet. I was gonna wait, but... I just couldn't." He looked back, though he brought his attention to Blaine before settling back on Kurt.

"It took me long enough to even walk into the same room as him... and... even after sitting there next to him for a few minutes, I honestly thought that I wasn't gonna be able to do it," Dave nodded briefly. "But... then I kept hearing your voice telling me what you've been saying lately, and... I did it."

Dave cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing. "I... I just told him to tell her for me," he stated, shaking his head once more. "I wasn't gonna be able to do that again with her... I couldn't." He leaned forward against his knees again, taking a shaky breath as he glanced over towards the front door on the left.

"Hey..." Kurt said softly, touching one of Dave's wrists for a moment so that he'd look back over. "You should be proud of yourself right now," he nodded. "What you did today... coming out to your dad? That's something that so many people think is one of the hardest things that they've ever had to do... but you did it."

Dave finally flashed a real smile, though it only remained on his face for a very brief period of time. "I am proud of myself," he nodded, as his eyebrows shot up once more. "I still feel like crap right now, but," he smiled again. "I'm proud of myself."

"Yeah, well... I think you're allowed to feel like crap for a little while, at least," Kurt laughed lightly.

Dave was still smiling, though he once again remembered that Blaine was still in the room, whom he glanced over to nervously. "Oh," he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for interrupting you guys. I know you don't really get to see each other that much because of school."

Blaine scooted forward on the couch a little bit, shaking his head. "Oh, hey... it's... it's fine. I, uh... I remember how I felt when I came out to my dad," he stated, as he began nodding briefly. "It's hard. But, um... it usually starts to get a little easier once you do."

"Yeah," Dave nodded back. "I hope so, at least." He took another deep breath, sitting straighter against the back of the recliner. "Wow," he said quietly, shaking his head in disbelief. "I told him... I told him so much that I never even thought I'd ever be able to say to him." Dave glanced at Kurt, letting out a small laugh. "I just kind of hope that I wasn't dreaming, you know?"

Kurt was smiling, and Blaine was the first to speak up. "You did really good, Dave," he nodded once more. "I know we, uh... have had our differences in the past, and um... I kind of realized lately that I'm probably not the greatest person to give advice to anybody, but... if you ever do need anything..."

"Thanks, man," Dave nodded. "I appreciate it."

"Yeah... yeah, no problem," Blaine responded.

All of a sudden, Burt came down the stairs and walked into the living room with a rolled up newspaper, stopping immediately when he saw Dave sitting down in his recliner with a blanket around his shoulders. He looked at Dave, glancing over to Blaine and then Kurt, only to bring his gaze back to Dave again. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "Hey, Dave," he said, sounding unsure as to what was going on in his living room.

"Hey, Mr. Hummel," Dave attempted to smile.

"Is... everything alright?"

Kurt maneuvered himself on the coffee table, turning to face his father. "Yeah, Dad. We're fine," he nodded.

Burt still looked confused, yet also concerned. "You sure?"

"Dad-"

"Kurt," Dave interrupted. "It's okay... I, uh... I just came out to my dad."

Burt glanced over Dave, where he slowly began to nod. "Did it go alright?"

Dave shrugged, pausing for a few moments before replying. "I guess so."

It seemed as if Burt didn't exactly believe Dave, as he took a few steps towards him and crossed his arms over his stomach while still holding onto the rolled up newspaper. "Did you... need a place to stay or anything?"

"Oh," Dave said immediately. "No, sir. It's nothing like that. I just... really needed to get out of the house for a little while, to be honest."

Burt nodded again. "Okay. Well... if you do..."

"Thank you, sir."

"You can, uh," Burt turned to take another look at both Blaine and Kurt before glancing back. "You can stay for dinner if you want."

Kurt turned back to Dave, smiling softly once more. "Can you stay for awhile?"

Dave looked over to Blaine, who still had a blank expression on his face while looking down at the carpet. Dave turned his attention back to Kurt. "I don't know... I mean, my mom's probably home by now, so... I'm guessing she already knows and-"

Kurt touched Dave's left forearm with his right hand. "Please stay..."

It was at that moment that Dave realized that there really was no way that he'd ever be able to say no to Kurt Hummel about practically anything... yet, that didn't seem to bother him one bit. He actually felt as if he had known that for so long now. Dave immediately forgot about Burt and Blaine in the room, glancing over Kurt's face for a few moments before replying. "Okay," he said softly.

Burt watched what had just happened between his son and Dave, looking over to Blaine who, once again, seemed to be trying to hide the fact that this whole situation was bothering him. Burt cleared his throat, which caused both Dave and Kurt to look back his way. "Good," he nodded.

The front door opened, where Finn walked in quickly. He glanced into the living room for a moment as he walked by. "Hey."

He took a few more steps towards the kitchen, only to stop all of a sudden and walk a few steps backwards. He looked into the living room again, where his mouth was opened slightly and one of his eyebrows was up. He looked at Dave, and then back around to Burt, Blaine, and Kurt, before settling his gaze back to the jock. "Um... hey, Dave."

"Hey." Dave cleared his throat once more, pulling the blanket that was around his shoulders off of him and throwing it back onto the top of the recliner.

Finn looked around the room again, seeming as if he was just confused as ever. "Um. What's going on?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing," Kurt said immediately, standing up from the coffee table. "We, uh... we were just talking."

"Oh," Finn stated, though his eyebrows remained wrinkled in confusion. "Is everything okay?"

"Yep," Kurt nodded quickly. "Everything's great," he said, wide-eyed.

Burt knew that Finn didn't know about Dave, and he definitely wasn't going to leave neither him nor Kurt alone with Finn to get him away from the living room. "Hey... Finn, why don't you go in the kitchen and uh, help your mom out with dinner?"

Finn looked at Burt for a few moments before he began to nod. "Um... okay." He took a few steps back towards the kitchen, though he stopped once again and turned back around. "Did I just... walk into something or?"

"No," Kurt replied irritated. "Why?"

Burt jumped in again. "Dave was just," he looked back at the three teenagers in the living room, "having a problem at home. He's gonna stay for dinner, but uh... yeah, everything's fine."

"Oh..." Finn nodded once more, glancing at Dave. "Sorry, man. I didn't know."

Dave just remained in the recliner, where he started to shake his head in irritation.

"Well, thank you, Finn," Kurt, once again, sounded agitated. "But we're kind of in the middle of something, so..." he motioned for Finn to go away.

"Kurt," Dave finally said, causing Kurt to look down to where he was sitting. Dave took a deep breath, rolling his eyes. "I don't care..."

Kurt wasn't exactly sure of what Dave had meant by that. Of course, neither was Finn.

"I'm confused," Finn said immediately.

Kurt scoffed, crossing his arms over his stomach. "How odd," he said bluntly.

Finn just looked over Kurt's face for a moment, still with the confused expression- though, this look wasn't so new for the tall teen to have. "Okay..." he said, turning his body slightly to begin to head back towards the kitchen. "Well... I'm just gonna-"

"I'm gay, Hudson."

Finn, once again, stopped and stood still. He just continued to stare at Dave as if he might have misheard what he had said. His eyebrows were furrowed together even more so than they were moments earlier. He opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again.

Kurt stood there, still with his arms crossed over his stomach, though he looked down towards the carpet wide-eyed, as he truly was surprised that Dave had just come out and told Finn as if it was nothing.

"Um," Finn finally said. He looked around the room once more. "Um, you're..." he shook his head. "You're... wait, what?" he asked dramatically.

"Oh my God," Kurt rolled his eyes. He quickly glanced over to Burt. "Dad... could you," he motioned towards Finn, "possibly-"

"Yeah," Burt nodded, walking over towards Finn. "No problem. Come on, Finn," he stated, grabbing ahold of one of his stepson's shoulders and pushing him towards the kitchen.

Finn took a few steps with Burt, though he continued to stare at Dave. "Wait, what?" he, once again, asked dramatically.

"Come on, buddy," Burt said, as he kept on pushing Finn until they were both out of sight.

Kurt took a few steps away from Dave, turning back around so that he faced both Blaine and Dave. He took a deep breath, still shocked over what had just occurred. "Well... this is going to be an interesting dinner." He clasped his hands together in front of him.

Blaine, also wide-eyed in surprise, just sat still in the same spot on the couch.

"So... what was that about?" Kurt huffed in amusement, waiting for Dave to answer.

Dave just shrugged, though it was almost as if he couldn't actually believe that he had told Finn either. "I don't know... I was just... I was just thinking that having to tell my dad was a whole lot worse than Finn knowing, so... what the hell, right?" he smirked.

Kurt blinked a few times, thinking over what Dave had said. It made sense, in a way. "Fair point," he nodded.

"Yeah," Dave shrugged again. "I thought so." This really was going to be an interesting dinner.