Kurt was sitting down at one of the tables in the classroom that they had been using to have PFLAG meetings in all year. Though he hadn't seen Dave all day for some reason, they were both meant to meet in the room twenty minutes before the meeting was set to start in order to plan a few things out. This had become a routine thing for them to do, ever since they had started having the meetings at McKinley.

With his left elbow resting on the table, as well as his left hand placed against his forehead to support his head up, Kurt was reading over a few printouts of information that he had found the previous night. He, along with Dave and Ms. Pillsbury, had started a habit of picking out some issue to discuss before each meeting.

Since Kurt was so engaged with his reading material, he didn't notice Dave walk into the classroom and stop right in front of him at the table.

"Hey."

Kurt immediately looked up from the papers he had been glancing over to see Dave standing before him in an outfit that almost made him skip a breath. He stopped and stared for a few moments, even though he was yelling at himself in his head to look away.

Though he tried ignoring these kinds of thoughts in the past, Kurt had been noticing the way Dave looked a lot more recently. He was attractive; there was no doubt about that. And while Dave had worn short-sleeve shirts before, Kurt now felt himself becoming attached to staring at his arms. The sleeves of his opened, button-up shirt were tight around his biceps, where Dave's undershirt showed off more of his chest than Kurt had ever seen before. He wasn't the biggest fan of the backwards baseball hat that Dave was wearing, though everything else seemed to cancel that one negative out.

Wide-eyed, Kurt continued to sit there silently as he looked up and down over Dave quickly. He instantly felt himself becoming red, as he realized that it was probably quite obvious that he was checking Dave out. His mouth had dropped slightly, where he wanted so badly to just say something. Anything. Yet, no words seemed to be able to come out.

Dave slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans awkwardly, cocking his left eyebrow up in confusion as he noticed Kurt's expression. "What?"

Kurt finally stopped and focused on Dave's face, trying to figure out something that he could possibly say that wouldn't make it obvious that he had just practically been drooling over seeing him. "What are you wearing?" he finally managed to get out.

"Um..." Dave glanced down towards himself nervously, moving his head to the left and the right briefly before looking back. "Clothes?" Both of his eyebrows then shot up. "Why?"

"Nothing," Kurt murmured quickly, looking back down towards the papers on the table, as he cleared his throat.

Dave rubbed his chin with his right hand for a moment, taking another look down towards his clothes. It's not like he was purposefully trying to look good for Kurt... or for anyone, he should say... why would he be doing that? Maybe Kurt actually hated what he was wearing, he thought. "What? You don't approve?"

Kurt brought his left hand up to rub his forehead, though he was afraid that if he even attempted to look back towards Dave's face, he'd end up stopping and staring at his arms again. "Uh... no, I mean," he replied nervously. "You can... wear whatever you want, so..."

Dave instantly noticed that Kurt was flustered and turning a shade of red slightly, realizing that maybe he didn't look so bad after all. Even though it was mean, he decided to joke around with Kurt a little bit. "I do look pretty good, don't I?" he asked with a smug expression on his face.

"Um," Kurt glanced up, though didn't move his head at all to actually look back at Dave's face. "Sure," he cleared his throat once more.

"Kurt, why are you getting all red?" Dave asked dramatically.

Kurt still didn't look up, though he began to laugh lightly from where he was sitting. "Stop it."

Dave brought his hands up, grabbing onto both sides of his opened shirt. "It's all good," he replied with a smug again. "You can say it."

Kurt finally glanced up at Dave, scoffing in irritation, though a small smile was forming on his mouth. "Well, I think I'm actually going to ignore you now," he stated, lowering his head back down instantly.

"Okay, I see how it is. I mean, since you're the expert and everything..." Dave paused to take another look down at his clothes. "Maybe I do look bad, huh?"

Kurt raised his head back up, lifting one of his eyebrows as he crossed his arms over his stomach.

"I guess I could just take this off," Dave teased, letting his button up slide off of his shoulders slightly.

Kurt got wide-eyed once again. "Oh my god, you are so irritating right now," he laughed, putting his left elbow back onto the table and settling his hand back onto his forehead to cover his eyes.

Dave chuckled, pulling the chair out that was across from Kurt at the table and sitting down. "Yeah, yeah."

With his hand dropping and a quick roll of his eyes, Kurt crossed his arms once more. "A word of advice, though..."

"What's that?" Dave smirked.

"Lose the hat," Kurt shook his head. "You'd look better without it," he laughed again.

Dave scoffed at him jokingly, raising one of his hands up to pull his hat off and setting it onto the top of the table. "You just can't appreciate me the way I am, can you?"

It was Kurt's turn to look smug. "I'm just trying to help you out." He couldn't hold his expression as he began laughing again. "And nice hat hair, by the way," he pointed towards the top of Dave's head with his right index finger.

Dave quickly brought one of his hands up to push his hair down. "Yeah, I thought so," he replied sarcastically.

"Anyways," Kurt smiled. "We have work to do, so do you think that you'll actually be able to sit still for about twenty minutes before everyone else gets here?"

"I will definitely try my best," Dave said dramatically, his usual goofy grin returning like always.

Kurt nodded briefly, "Wonderful." He glanced back down at the papers on the top of the table, grabbing one of them and sliding it over to where Dave was sitting in front of him. "This is what we're going to be talking about today."

"Thanks," Dave replied quickly, as he began to glance over the printout. They both sat in silence for a few moments until he finally looked back up. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hmm?" Kurt let out, raising his head just a bit to see Dave.

Dave smiled sincerely. "Thank you... for the other day."

"You're welcome," Kurt smiled back. He then let out a light laugh, shaking his head for a moment. "Someone's in a good mood today. Is, um... is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Dave nodded. "Surprisingly," he continued as his eyebrows shot up for a moment. "There's, uh... been a lot of talking going on, which is actually starting to get annoying, to be honest," he laughed. "But... yeah. I think everything's gonna be okay."

Kurt's smile grew. "Well, I take it that your mom was okay then?"

Dave nodded again. "Yeah... she kept crying and hugging me though," he rolled his eyes, though he still had a small smile on his face. "It got to the point where I had to be like, 'hey Mom, calm down,'" he laughed once more.

Kurt smirked. "Well, clearly, she loves you... what were you expecting from her?"

"I don't know," Dave shrugged. "A lot worse, I guess... but you knew that already," he said with his goofy grin.

Kurt was still smiling at Dave as he began to shake his head.

"It's fine," Dave continued, rolling his eyes again. "You can say 'I told you so' if you want to," he said dramatically.

Kurt laughed again, where he then had an expression on his face as if he was trying to decide on whether to say it or not. "I'll think about it," he nodded.

"Thanks," Dave laughed, looking back down towards the printout Kurt had given him.

Kurt cleared his throat, glancing down at his own papers before looking back up. "So... are you and your dad okay then?"

"Yeah, I think so," Dave nodded, taking a few moments to think about what had happened over the past few days. "It's been... kind of awkward, but uh," he shrugged. "I think it'll be alright."

Kurt smiled softly. "Well, I'm glad to hear it."

Dave took a deep breath, shaking his head in amusement. "He's been making a bunch of plans for us to go camping this summer, so... there's nothing like some good old fashioned father-son bonding."

"Ah, how thrilling," Kurt replied sarcastically.

"You wanna go?" Dave asked mockingly.

Kurt shot him a look of disbelief. "Uh, as exciting as that sounds... no, thank you," he laughed. "Can you even imagine me going camping?"

"Not really, no," Dave chuckled. "But come on, look at your dad," he shook his head. "You're telling me that you've never gone camping at least once?" he asked, with one of his eyebrows raised.

"Never," Kurt replied back seriously. "I mean, he goes... and he'll attempt to talk me into going with him and Finn, but... yeah," he huffed lightly. "That's not really my kind of thing, surprisingly."

"Huge surprise," Dave stated dramatically. "I mean... just look at you," he motioned towards Kurt with his right hand. "You look so rugged and outdoorsy," he joked.

"Yep," Kurt nodded. "I'm your typical mountain man. I was even thinking about becoming a lumberjack at one time in my life, but..." he shrugged. "I just can't pull off a beard."

Dave shook his head dramatically. "Damn, that sucks."

"Doesn't it?" Kurt replied immediately. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I... I guess I'll just have to go off to college in a little place called New York and try to get by..." he said, as he brought his right hand up to his chest. "Somehow."

Dave faked a pout. "I feel so sorry for you."

"I know," Kurt said dramatically, as he began to act like he was crying. "I'll be okay," he sniffed.

Both Dave and Kurt started laughing at the same time, shaking their heads over where the conversation had gone.

"So anyways..." Dave finally said, grinning once more. "Yeah... my dad and I have been talking a lot and... I think everything will be okay," he nodded.

Kurt smiled back. "That's good. I mean... all of that was probably really hard for him to hear, but," he nodded as well. "He needed to hear it," he said quietly.

Dave's smile turned sad, as he took a glance back down towards the top of the table for a moment. "Yeah... we were, uh... talking yesterday and," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I know that he's still blaming himself for a lot of what went on with me, but... you know, it's like I was telling him. Life sucks sometimes... and you go through a bunch of crap, but," he took a deep breath. "If you realize the mistakes you've made, you can just focus on moving on from them and not letting yourself do anything like that ever again."

Kurt glanced over Dave's face for a few moments, where his smile grew as he thought over what he had just heard. He laughed lightly, lowering his head momentarily to look at his hands before gazing back towards Dave. "You're starting to sound like my dad."

"Yeah, well..." Dave let out a small laugh. "I'll take that as a compliment," he smiled. "Your dad's a smart guy."

Letting out a soft hum to himself, Kurt finally began to nod briefly. "Yeah... he is," he said with a grin.

Dave crossed his arms over his stomach, as he leaned back and slouched in his chair. "Jeez," he stated before he took another deep breath, where his typical goofy grin returned. "I wish I would've done this a long time ago... I feel great," he laughed lightly.

Kurt laughed too. "That's good," he smiled. "You deserve to feel great."

"So..." Dave said, clasping his hands together, as he set both his elbows onto the table and leaned forward. "Has Finn been bugging you about me?" he asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

Kurt looked over to his right, scoffing in irritation. "Kind of, yeah," he smirked.

Dave huffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, he came up to me earlier and started asking me a bunch of questions when we were right in the hallway," he stated, wide-eyed. "I had to tell him, 'dude, get away from me,'" he laughed once more.

Kurt's mouth opened slightly in surprise, though he was still smiling. "Did he really?" He shook his head again, "I'm sorry," he laughed lightly. "Yeah... I mean, you know this already, but Finn's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed," he shrugged. "But don't worry, though. He's not going to say anything."

"I hope he wouldn't, after hearing you tell him off at dinner..." Dave grinned. "You're scary sometimes, you know that?"

Kurt gave him another look of surprise, though he immediately rolled his eyes. "I am not scary," he crossed his arms once more. "I'm simply dramatic from time to time," he said nonchalantly.

"Oh, is that what you call your typical mood?" Dave joked.

"Hey, excuse me!" Kurt laughed. "Don't even start," he stated, as he pointed at Dave.

Dave simply sat back against his chair, crossing his own arms, with a smug look on his face. "My point, exactly."

Kurt looked down towards the papers sitting in front of him on the top of the table, laughing to himself as he shook his head. He had to take a few moments before he was finally able to look back up. "It's so easy for you to get me to laugh, isn't it?" he asked dramatically.

Dave smirked instantly, glancing over Kurt's face a few times before shrugging lightly. "I love it when you laugh."

Kurt's expression softened, as he looked right back at Dave.

Something was different, he felt. There had been so many moments over the past year where Kurt had felt so strange whenever Dave was near him... Though, he could never usually explain it or figure out exactly what it was that made him feel that way. But now, it was the butterflies in the stomach feeling again. The good kind.

At this moment, Kurt was finally beginning to understand. He actually felt comfortable around Dave... He was able to be himself completely without worrying that Dave would judge him or tell him that it might be better if he toned himself down.

Dave accepted him for who he was... possibly more so than his own boyfriend, compared to a few situations from the past. Kurt felt like he may even have feelings for... No, Kurt thought. Stop. He shook his head.

"What?" Dave asked, a look of concern on his face when Kurt still hadn't said anything after a few moments of silence.

Kurt cleared his throat, swallowing hard. "Nothing," he shook his head, smiling softly before he stood up from his chair and walked over to the counter on his left.

Dave watched Kurt as he walked a few steps away, cocking an eyebrow at him. He glanced back towards the table, laughing lightly as he also began to shake his head. He turned his head to Kurt, who now had his back towards him. Dave stood up from his chair, taking a few steps over to where Kurt was standing at the counter.

"Ah," Dave nodded, hitting the top of the counter with his right fist, which caused Kurt to look over to him with a smirk. "I got it... I'm making you turn red again," he laughed.

Kurt laughed, glancing back to look straight towards the wall. "I am not turning red again."

"Yes, you are," Dave teased. "I guess I should knock that off, huh?"

Kurt turned slightly to face Dave, letting his side lean up against the counter. He crossed his arms over his stomach, raising one of his eyebrows. "Yes, for your information," Kurt joked. "Because Blaine's going to hear about it and he's going to get mad and jealous and then he's going to come here and try to beat you up," he stated quickly, with an obviously fake, smug look on his face.

Dave snorted lightly, looking back at Kurt with his own obviously fake smug. "I can take him," he nodded.

Kurt's mouth dropped open in surprise, though he was still clearly smiling. He shook his head and was trying to think of some sort of comeback, though none came to mind. He attempted to glare at Dave, though it just came off as more amusing than anything else. "Well," Kurt said dramatically. "While I don't necessarily disagree with that... it'd probably be better if you didn't-" he stopped talking all of a sudden, mid-sentence.

Dave's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "If I didn't what?"

"Hmm," Kurt said to himself, looking over to the top of the counter momentarily. "Two boys fighting over me," he thought out loud. "It doesn't sound too horrible, actually," he grinned.

Dave let out a loud laugh. "That is horrible."

"I'm just kidding," Kurt laughed back. "It doesn't even matter anyways," he shrugged, though he knew his smile had to be huge at this point. "It's not like we've fallen in love with each other or anything."

Dave's smile slowly diminished as his expression became more serious. He swallowed hard, never letting his gaze leave Kurt's face.

Kurt felt that same feeling again... the one that he had felt moments earlier when he had been sitting down at the table. He glanced over Dave's face a few times, attempting to read Dave's serious expression. He had felt something... something that wasn't there before. He couldn't tell if it was something that Dave had felt too.

Kurt felt guilty immediately. Even though he wasn't able to describe the feeling before, he definitely could now... It was a spark. Something electric between him and Dave.

He wanted to look away.

He wanted to walk out of the room.

He wanted to just say something, but... he couldn't bring himself to do any of that.

Dave's breathing became heavier. He looked into Kurt's eyes for something... something that would tell him that he was scared or that he didn't feel what Dave had felt happening between them... only, the look in Kurt's eyes seemed to say that he was feeling exactly the same way.

Dave cocked his head to one side slightly, instantly feeling himself lean forward towards Kurt. He knew that it was wrong. He knew that Kurt was still with Blaine. He knew that he had gotten so upset with himself in the past when he thought over some of the things that he had said to or done for Kurt... things that he knew were pushing the boundaries of their friendship. And as much as he had disliked Blaine in the past, he knew that it wasn't fair to him.

But now, with his head cocked to the side slightly, leaning forward so that he was inching closer to Kurt... he felt like he didn't want to be anywhere else.

Dave stopped so that there was only a little bit of space left between them, where he was just waiting for something to happen. He wanted to kiss Kurt... there was no doubt about that. But he remembered what had happened last time, where Kurt had pushed him away with a frightened look on his face. Dave didn't want it to end up like that again. He just wouldn't be able to handle Kurt's rejection once more.

He only wanted a kiss if it was something that Kurt had wanted, too. Now, here he was- leaning forward so close to Kurt, yet waiting for him to close the gap between them.

Kurt could see the hesitation in Dave's face, especially once he had stopped leaning in towards him. Kurt began breathing harder, immediately feeling like this was the one thing that he wanted right now more than anything else.

Kurt finally began to lean forward towards Dave... close enough to where he felt Dave's breath on his own lips.

Dave saw Kurt's lips part as he was coming closer. He wanted to close his eyes and just wait... but he felt like he may miss something by shutting them.

All of a sudden, both were brought back to reality. Here they were in a classroom at McKinley, a mire inch or so away from kissing. They both glanced over each other's face for a few moments, realizing what they had almost done.

Dave swallowed hard, taking a few steps back away from Kurt as he turned slightly to lean back against the counter.

Kurt turned towards the counter, clearing his throat nervously as he began flipping through a textbook that had been sitting there.

They both stood silently for a minute, where guilty expressions soon came to both of their faces.

Kurt wanted to say something.

Dave wanted to something.

"Kurt, I'm sorry-"

"I'm sorry-"

They both had begun talking at the same time, looking towards each other for another few moments in silence. Dave smiled nervously, where Kurt let out a huff in nervous amusement.

Dave rubbed the back of his neck, raising one of his eyebrows, as he then slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Let's just, uh... forget about that, alright?"

"Okay," Kurt replied immediately, a fake smile coming to his face. "That sounds good."

"Okay," Dave said looking away, as he walked over to the other side of the classroom away from Kurt.

Kurt just looked back down towards the book on the counter, feeling even guiltier than before. Let's just, uh... forget about that, alright? He didn't want to forget about it... and that's exactly what scared him.