A week had already passed since Dave's confession to Kurt. While they still spoke to each other every now and then, it obviously wasn't the same. Even though they had decided to avoid being alone together, it seemed as if they were both avoiding each other altogether now.

Dave knew that there was nothing else that he could say to Kurt.

Kurt was still confused as to how he was feeling.

The bad thing about the awkwardness between the two was that everyone else in New Directions seemed to notice. They had noticed the sad looks towards each other. And the not talking to each other as much as they had been earlier on in the year... as well as the fact that, whenever they were in glee club rehearsals for Nationals, Kurt and Dave seemed to always sit or stand as far away from each other as possible.

In other words, something was definitely going on.

Mercedes was walking down one of the hallways at McKinley, where she quickly pulled her cell phone out and scrolled through her contacts list. Finding the name she was looking for, she hit one of the buttons and brought the phone up to her ear.

"Hey," Tina answered.

"Hey. What is wrong with Dave?" she asked, glancing over towards her left as Dave passed her on the other side of the hallway. She smiled at him as he nodded, though the expression on his face seemed to remain blank.

"I don't know," Tina shrugged. "I asked him yesterday and he kind of growled at me..." she paused. "It was weird."

"He growled at you?" Mercedes asked, as a very confused look came to her face.

"Okay, maybe I'm over-exaggerating... but it doesn't seem like he's very happy," Tina shook her head.

"Something's up with him," Mercedes replied. "And Kurt's been acting the same way."

"I know," Tina's expression grew concerned. "Maybe they hate each other again."

"That'd be just great," Mercedes shook her head. "We're going to Nationals in a few weeks and we still have to get ready."

Tina sighed slightly. "Maybe Artie knows something... I'll buzz him in." She brought her phone down and pressed a few buttons, adding Artie into the conversation.

"Yo," he picked up.

"Do you know what's up with Dave?" Mercedes asked immediately.

"No idea," Artie shrugged. "He hasn't really been saying much of anything lately, to be honest..."

"Maybe he's just depressed because it's close to the end of the year?" Tina added.

Mercedes eyebrows wrinkled, as a look of disbelief came to her face instantly. "Are you serious? I'm sure he can't wait to get out of here, just like the rest of us."

"It was just a suggestion," Tina replied.

"Hold on," Artie said. "Maybe Puck knows something." He took his phone away from his ear and brought Puck into the phone conversation.

Raising one of his eyebrows, Puck picked up after a few moments. "What?"

"Hey, what's up with Karofsky?" Artie asked.

"The hell if I know!" Puck scoffed. "The dude's been moping around here for the past week."

Tina's look of concern grew stronger. "Kurt's kind of been doing the same thing... I think they might've gotten into an argument or something."

Looking a little ways ahead down the hallway, Puck noticed Kurt standing at his open locker. "Well, Kurt's right here. Why don't I just ask him about it?" he asked, irritation clearly in his voice, as he continued to walk closer.

"No!" Mercedes shouted immediately. "I don't him to know that we're talking about him!"

Unfortunately, Puck was now close enough to Kurt that he had already turned around.

Kurt was just staring at him, as it was obvious that he had almost started to say something.

Puck stood there with his mouth open a little bit, unsure of what to do.

"Uh... hey, Kurt!" He finally said, grinning so wide that it was obviously fake and just seemed awkward. "Snazzy outfit, as always!" Puck pointed towards Kurt's clothes, giving him a quick wink.

"Um," Kurt raised one of his eyebrows, taking a look down towards his clothes before he looked back up at Puck as if he was crazy. "Thanks?"

Puck's huge, strange grin remained on his face. "How you doing, pal?"

Kurt was still looking at him with a confused expression. "Fine, I guess..." he answered unsurely.

After another few moments of silence, he glanced over Pucks' face a few times before he nodded briefly, his eyes widening. "Right, well... you're kind of freaking me out, so I'm going to go now." He turned his body slightly, slamming his locker closed, before he walked away.

"Alright, buddy!" Puck said, bringing his right hand up a bit to give Kurt a thumb's up. "See you later!" he pointed again, still grinning. Seconds later, he started walking down the hallway once more, shaking his head, as he now looked annoyed.

"Smooth, Puck," Mercedes rolled her eyes.

Puck scoffed. "Why do you all care what's going on with either of them anyways? There's enough drama going on around here as it is."

Tina saw Finn walking down the hallway, where she stopped him quickly. "Finn, do you know what's going on with Dave and Kurt?"

Finn swallowed hard, glancing around towards the other students, so that he didn't have to look at her right in the face. "Um... nothing" he stated awkwardly. "But I think Dave's, uh... just upset because they aren't serving burgers at lunch today." He shrugged, giving her his usual small smile before walking off.

Tina's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, as she just stood there in the middle of the hallway. "And that would've ruined his whole week?" she asked, beginning to walk again.

"Hold up, Brittany's here," Artie stated, handing her his phone. She looked down towards him, wondering what the conversation was about. "We're talking about what's wrong with Dave... and... Kurt, I guess," he shrugged.

Brittany brought the cell phone up to her ear. "Oh," she said nonchalantly. "I heard Santana talking to Dave on the phone last night."

"What were they saying?" Mercedes asked quickly.

"I didn't hear everything," Brittany shook her head briefly. "But she told me that he's really happy."

Everyone was now looking even more confused than before.

"He's happy?" Tina asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Brittany replied nonchalantly again. "They were arguing and then she said something about him being gay."

Everyone ended up stopping abruptly, wherever they were at.

"But that didn't really make any sense to me." Brittany shrugged.

There were a few moments of silence, before Mercedes was finally the first one to speak up. "What?" she asked dramatically.

Brittany looked around the hallway, unsure as to what she had just said to cause the reaction. She quickly took a glance down to Artie, seeing that his mouth had dropped slightly.

"I don't know," she shrugged again. "I asked her and she said that she meant that he was happy... Did you know that they used to say gay instead of happy a few years ago?"

Puck replied, still with a very confused expression on his face. "Yeah, I think it was longer than a few..."

"Well, if she said that he's happy, then why do you guys think that something's wrong with him?" Brittany asked.

Artie quickly took the phone away from her, bringing it back up to his own ear. "Guys, I don't really think that this is the best place for us to be talking about this..."

"Yeah," Mercedes nodded, looking around cautiously. "Everybody should probably be quiet until later..."

Everyone ended the call with wide-eyes, though Brittany just seemed as if she had no idea as to what was going on.

Later that same day, Mercedes, Tina, Artie, Brittany, and Puck were all huddled around the piano discussing what they had heard earlier from Brittany.

"What should we do?" Artie asked, looking around the group.

Mercedes rolled her eyes, shaking her head quickly. "We don't have to do anything. It's none of our business."

"Yeah, but..." Tina glanced down towards the piano, where a look of concern came to her face. "Shouldn't we at least say something to him to let him know that we would accept him, no matter what?"

Artie nodded. "Yeah, I mean... we could try to make him feel more comfortable enough to tell us."

"But what if we're wrong?" Puck chimed in, as his eyes widen in disbelief that they were even having this conversation. "He'd just get pissed off."

Mercedes shook her head once more, glancing back towards the door quickly to make sure that nobody was coming in. "And maybe he doesn't even want us to know."

"It would kind of make sense after last year, though..." Tina replied, referring to what had gone on between Kurt and Dave. "Why don't we just ask Santana?"

"Because then she'll just get mad at Brittany for telling us," Mercedes scoffed in irritation.

Brittany had been silent since they all had gone into the choir room, but now she was just looking more worried than ever. "She told me not to say anything, but I didn't think it was a big deal..."

"It's fine, Brittany," Artie reassured her. "You didn't know," he shook his head.

Tina's eyebrows shot up momentarily. "Well, I definitely don't think that we should flat out ask him... we could just let him know that we're here for him?" she shrugged.

"The dude's probably gonna flip out, do you realize that?" Puck intervened once again.

With all of their attentions focused on the conversation, no one had realized that Dave had just walked into the choir room.

"Hey, guys." He ended up standing in-between Mercedes and Tina- both of whom turned to him slightly, wide-eyed.

"Hi, Dave!"

"Hi!"

All five members of New Directions were just staring at him, where they were each attempting to smile as if they hadn't just been talking about him. Of course, this was a horrible attempt and they all just seemed very awkward.

Dave just stared back, looking between each of them with one of his own eyebrows raised. He blinked a few times, where he began to nod slightly. "You guys okay?" he asked, as a confused expression came to his face.

"Yeah!"

"Of course!"

They had all answered around the same time, meaning their responses were all jumbled together. This, clearly, made the situation even stranger to Dave. Everyone else still stood there staring back, while still smiling awkwardly.

"Okay... I'll just, uh... be over here then..." Dave stated, where he shook his head for a moment, before he walked over to the top row of seats and sat down on the far left. This just allowed him to be as far away from the piano as he could get.

All five New Directions members turned back towards each other, giving each other looks that said that they had no idea of what they were supposed to do, if anything at all.

"Should one of us go over there now?" Tina whispered, looking around to the other four surrounding the piano.

Brittany turned her head slightly to look down at Artie. "I'm scared."

Mercedes scoffed again, shaking her head. "You all need to calm down," she nodded. "We shouldn't be making a big deal out of something that might not even be true. And even if it is, it doesn't have to be a big deal for him either."

Puck shook his own head, raising one of his eyebrows. "So who's gonna go then?"

"Not me," Artie stated immediately.

"Why?" Tina asked.

Artie huffed, pointing over to one of the wheels on his wheelchair. "Because I'm in a wheelchair... If he freaks out, you'll all be able to get away from him faster than I can."

Mercedes, Tina, and Puck all rolled their eyes, shaking their heads briefly.

"I think you should go," Puck said, nodding towards Tina.

"Why me?" she asked, almost hysterically.

"Because..." Artie began, "you're Tina! Nobody ever gets mad at you."

Tina scoffed. "You did when I told you that I didn't have a stutter!"

"Oh yeah..." Artie replied.

Tina looked at Dave, who glanced over to them for a moment before he brought his gaze down towards the floor. She turned back to the other four, shaking her head quickly. "I can't do this."

Artie gave her a slight push away from the piano. "Just... say something!" he nodded.

Slowly, Tina made her way over to where Dave was sitting. She took one quick glance towards the others, who were just staring at her wide-eyed. She turned back to Dave, sitting down in the chair next to him.

Dave, eventually, looked up from the floor and turned his head. "Hey..."

"Hi, Dave," a huge grin came to her face instantly from where it was completely blank just a second ago.

Dave's eyebrows furrowed together as he had no idea as to what was going on. "Um... what's up?"

"Nothing, really," she shook her head briefly, though the huge smile still remained as she just stared back at him.

He nodded for a moment, clearly not understanding what was going on with her.

"So..." Tina began. "It's nice out today, huh?"

Dave took a glance towards the other four at the piano, who were all just looking at both him and Tina from a distance.

As soon as they noticed that he was looking, they quickly turned away from him and acted like they hadn't just been staring.

Dave nodded slightly, though he still did not understand anything. "Uh, sure."

"So, um... it's really cool that you've done a lot with Kurt in PFLAG. You know... showing people that it's okay if they're different and that you accept them for who they are and everything," Tina nodded, still smiling as wide as ever.

Dave just stared back at her, blinking a few times before responding. "Yeah..."

Tina cleared her throat, glancing up towards the ceiling nonchalantly as she continued speaking. "Because, you know... I think we're all different in here," she nodded once more, looking back at Dave. "And we all accept each other for who we are. And we don't judge each other."

Dave was just staring at her like she was crazy, at this point. Sure, he guessed that they could say that they were all friends, but that definitely didn't stop them from insulting one another practically every single day.

Tina quickly understood what his look had meant. "Well... at least, sometimes," she corrected herself.

"Right," Dave shrugged.

Tina clasped her hands together on her lap, smiling wide again. "Um, so, you know... if you ever need to talk or to tell me anything, I'll be there for you... you know?" she nodded once again.

Dave's eyebrows wrinkled even more in confusion. He turned his head, staring straight ahead towards the dry erase board at the front of the room. He blinked a few times, and after a moment, he looked back towards her. "Uh. Okay?"

"Okay," she grinned again. "Well... I'll be back," she stated awkwardly. She immediately stood up from the chair and walked back over towards the others near the piano.

They all stood there silently for a moment, until Dave leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees before he stared down towards the floor.

"Well?" Artie finally asked.

"Well what? He didn't tell me anything," Tina shook her head.

Mercedes rolled her eyes, scoffing once again in irritation. "Guys, this is stupid..."

Puck leaned over the piano to get closer. "Yeah, and I don't think he'll suspect anything when he notices that we're all whispering over here."

Slowly, they each turned their heads to look back at Dave. He clearly felt eyes on him, as he looked up from the floor to meet their gaze.

They all instantly looked away, as if they hadn't just been staring at him again.

Mercedes shook her head. "Yeah... that was subtle," she huffed. "Let's just forget it."

"I feel bad..." Brittany stated, a sad expression on her face. Artie patted her hand for a moment.

"Okay, look," Mercedes began again. "If he is gay and he doesn't want us to know, then that's his decision," she whispered, shrugging slightly.

"Who's gay?" Mike asked quietly. He had walked into the room and was now leaning in to hear their conversation, though they hadn't noticed until it was too late.

They all looked around towards each other, wide-eyed. "Nobody," a few of them said, shaking their heads quickly.

Mercedes glanced back over to Dave, who was still staring down at the floor. It seemed as if he hadn't heard them.

Mike just looked confused, though he eventually shrugged and walked over to one of the seats to sit down. Santana then came in, eyeing the group suspiciously for a moment.

"Alright, guys- go sit down! We have a lot of work to do before Nationals," Mr. Schue stated, as he walked into the choir room.

The group quickly dispersed, where everyone else began walking over to their chairs. Kurt and the other members of New Directions then showed up, walking to their own seats.

As Kurt walked by, he shot a quick glance towards Dave who wasn't looking back at him. Once he took his seat towards the far right next to Mercedes, he brought his gaze back to Dave, who finally did look over.

Dave still seemed sad, like he had been looking lately, though he offered Kurt a small smile before glancing back to Mr. Schuester.

Kurt smiled back, though it went away quickly as he turned his head. He was trying to pay attention to Mr. Schue, but... he just couldn't. All that he knew was that he still felt confused... and scared...

And that he was missing Dave more than ever.