Prom night had arrived, and almost everyone was excitedly getting ready for the big event. But while others were mainly focused on dresses, suits, shoes, or corsages... Kurt Hummel was focused on something completely different.
Dave Karofsky.
Kurt was in his room, standing before his full-length mirror, glancing down over the suit that he had decided to wear. He wasn't wearing a kilt this time, compared to last year, but that was his own decision- and it honestly had nothing to do with any of the comments that he had previously received from Blaine or his dad.
He knew that he should be excited and looking forward to the night with his friends, especially since it was the last big event before most of them would be graduating. But... he didn't feel that way at all.
Kurt stared back at himself, as he attempted to smile, though... it just came off sad. He looked down towards his feet, closing his eyes, as he took a deep breath.
It's not supposed to be like this.
"Hey, kiddo," Burt said from the other side of the room, as he leaned against the open doorway.
Kurt quickly looked over towards his dad, noticing that Burt was smiling softly at him. "Hey, dad," he smiled back, though he knew that it probably just look forced.
Burt's expression turned slightly concerned as he took a few steps into the room, crossing his arms over his stomach. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Kurt nodded, though he knew his own expression probably said otherwise. He paused for a moment, swallowing once. "I'm fine."
Clearly, Burt did not believe him as he walked over to be a little closer, reaching his right arm out and setting his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "You wanna tell me about it?"
Kurt glanced down towards the floor, shaking his head, as he felt that he just couldn't look right back into his dad's eyes. "I don't know..." he whispered, where he felt his throat tightening up. "I just..."
He wanted to be able to talk to his dad about everything that had been going on with Dave, but... he still just felt so scared as to what Burt's reaction would be.
"Hey," Burt lowered his right hand slightly, rubbing Kurt's back. "Come here," he wrapped his other arm around his son, pulling him in for a hug.
Kurt hugged back immediately. If there was one thing that always made him feel better, it was getting a hug from his dad.
They held onto each other for a few moments, before Burt lightly patted Kurt's back a few times with his right hand, before pulling away.
Kurt smiled weakly, "I'm sorry," he huffed.
"It's okay," Burt nodded. He licked his upper lip, raising his baseball cap a little bit to wipe his forehead, before he looked right back at Kurt. "A few weeks ago, I probably would've asked you if this was about Blaine, but... it's not, is it?" he shook his head.
Kurt glanced over his father's face for a moment, wondering if he should actually lie or not. But... he was just so tired of being afraid of mentioning Dave in front of his dad, so he slowly began to shake his head. "No," he murmured.
Burt nodded again, blinking a few times, as he thought over what could possibly be bothering his son. His eyes narrowed slightly, as he looked right back at Kurt. "So... what's going on?"
Kurt took a deep breath, taking a quick look over to his bed to focus on, as he thought over how he could possibly respond. There was too much to say... "A lot," he huffed once more, attempting to smile. He was instantly disappointed that that's all that he could say.
Burt's eyebrows furrowed together, where his lips pursed, as he started to nod again. "And all of it is making you this upset?" he cocked his head to the side a little, raising one of his eyebrows.
Kurt looked down towards his feet, feeling like his throat was tightening up even more than before. He honestly felt like crying because he had been keeping everything in for so long now... especially since he still hadn't really talked to Dave. Without looking back up, Kurt began to shake his head briefly. "No," he whispered.
Burt glanced over towards Kurt's full-length mirror, seeing his son's reflection in it. He looked up and down at the suit quickly, turning back, before shrugging. "Are you changing your mind about going tonight?"
His dad was a little cautious about him going to the prom tonight- especially after what had happened last year. But Burt definitely knew that Kurt shouldn't let what happened allow him to avoid anything with his friends... especially right before graduation.
Kurt smiled softly, shrugging back. "I feel like staying home and staying in bed but..." he began shaking his head for a moment. "No, I'm still going to go," he nodded.
"So..." Burt raised one of his eyebrows again, clearing his throat. "Why are you keeping something from me?"
Burt could clearly tell that Kurt was avoiding the actual answer to his question, and he definitely wasn't the type of father to just ignore that his son was upset about something.
Kurt's smile grew a little more, though he still felt sad about everything that had been going on. "Why are you so interested?" he joked.
"Well..." Burt stated firmly, "I'm kind of supposed to be," he nodded. "I'm your dad." He smiled, glancing over Kurt's face a few more times before speaking again. "So... tell me."
Kurt walked over to his full-length mirror, standing in front of it, as he stared right back at himself. He knew what he wanted to say to his dad, but he felt like he wouldn't be able to look at him right in the face when saying everything.
"I've just been..." Kurt began, glancing down towards the carpet momentarily. He took a deep breath, looking back up. "I've just been really confused about something for awhile now... and it's just been scaring me and..." he let out a loud breath, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he turned back around to face Burt. "I haven't talked to a lot of people about this, so... it's just hard."
"Okay, uh..." Burt nodded, cocking his head to the side once again. He licked his lip, where his eyes narrowed, as he still didn't know exactly what was bothering his son. "You're gonna have to give me a little bit more than that," he smiled softly.
"Dad..." Kurt replied in a disappointed tone, glancing back down towards the carpet, as he shook his head once more. "It's fine," he shrugged. "Just... forget about it."
Burt scoffed, shaking his own head. "Kurt, come on," he paused for a few moments. "Look, I know that something's been bugging you for a few weeks now... just tell me what's up," he pleaded.
"I..." Kurt began, swallowing hard. He was afraid of what his dad was going to say, but he just knew that he wasn't going to be able to keep it in any longer. "I don't want you to be disappointed in me, but..." he stated quietly, as his voice was straining. "It's about Dave."
Burt kept his gaze on Kurt, though his expression did not change at all. He slowly began to nod, where he eventually shrugged slightly. "Well... what about him?"
That wasn't the exact response Kurt was expecting to hear, but he knew that he needed to say much more than that for his dad to understand.
He shook his head again, looking over towards his bed, as he crossed his own arms over his stomach. "We just... haven't really been talking for awhile."
Burt's eyes narrowed a bit more, where it seemed like his expression tensed up, though he still spoke calmly. "Did he do something to you?"
"No..." Kurt responded immediately, shaking his head once more. He closed his eyes momentarily, though he knew he couldn't stall any longer. "I did something..."
Burt's expression relaxed, as he swallowed once. He brought his right hand up and rubbed the back of his neck, blinking quite a few times, as he looked down towards the carpet. "Is that why you and Blaine broke up?"
Kurt paused for a few moments, unsure of what to say. After another few seconds, he shrugged slightly. "Yes and no," he answered quietly. "It would've happened eventually, anyways, so..." he trailed off.
Burt nodded briefly, raising his right hand back up to rub his chin. He then slid both of his hands into the pockets of his jeans, raising one of his eyebrows at Kurt. "Do you, uh..." he shrugged. "Do you like Dave?"
Kurt just stared back at his father for a few moments, clearly surprised that his dad had just flat out asked him like that, so calmly. He knew what his answer was to the question, but he was still afraid that Burt's reaction wouldn't be a good one.
Even so, he knew that wasn't going to be able to lie to his dad now.
"Yes," Kurt whispered, nodding slowly.
Burt glanced over Kurt's face a few times, as he slowly began to nod back. He slid his hands out of his pockets, as he took a few steps forward, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "So... why haven't you two been talking then?"
Kurt's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. He was still very surprised as to why Burt was reacting so calmly... especially after everything that had happened last year between him and Dave.
Kurt eventually shrugged slightly, though he knew he still had a completely confused expression on his face. "I was still with Blaine and..." he began, looking away momentarily. "We both just decided that maybe it'd be better if we didn't see each other as much, but... now I'm not with Blaine and..." he trailed off.
He wanted to say much more about his feelings for Dave, yet he was still worried about what his dad's response was going to be like.
"So..." Burt leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the top of his thighs, as he clasped his hands together. "He doesn't really know how you feel now then?" he cocked his head to the side, raising one of his eyebrows once again. "Why don't you just tell him?" he shrugged.
Kurt figured that his eyebrows were as wrinkled as they could get, at this point. "Are you trying to encourage me to?" he asked in disbelief.
Burt glanced down towards the carpet, shaking his head briefly, before looking back up towards his son. "Kurt... I'm not telling you how to live your life. Those are your decisions to make," he nodded. "If you really like this guy and you know that he feels the same way about you, then... hey... you gotta do what you gotta do," he paused for a moment. "Especially if you know that it's gonna make you happy."
Kurt felt his eyes tearing up, as his throat was tightening up once again. He honestly had not expected Burt to react like this... and he definitely wasn't expecting any sort of advice that would encourage him to do what he felt was the right thing to do.
"How can you even be okay with this?" Kurt asked roughly, as his voice was still strained. "Even after everything that happened last year?"
Burt sighed, looking down towards his hands momentarily, as he started to nod again. "I'm gonna be honest with you about something... now, obviously, the situation was a little different, but..." he smiled softly at his son. "The past few times that I've talked to Dave over the past year... I kind of saw myself in him a little bit," he shrugged.
Kurt tried to blink a few of his tears away, where his eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He wasn't exactly sure of what his dad had meant by that.
"I mean... you know, I made a bunch of mistakes when I was around his age," Burt continued. "I wasn't really sure of what I was supposed to do at times, and... I was pretty lost for a long time. But then..." he shrugged, smiling. "I met your mom... and she... she changed my world," he paused for a few moments. "She helped me more than anybody ever had before and turned me back around again... just like you've been doing for Dave."
Kurt just continued staring at his father, as he had no idea of what to say. He had never expected Burt to be making a comparison between his situation with Dave and how his dad felt about his mom.
"I'm not gonna lie to you and say that I'm one hundred percent okay with him right now, but..." Burt continued, shaking his head briefly. "I saw how he was with you the last time he was over here," he nodded, waiting a little bit before speaking again. "He needs you, Kurt... just like I needed your mom," he stated quietly. "Now, I'm not saying that I think you should go ahead and date him because that's your own choice, but... he definitely still needs you to be his friend."
Kurt opened his mouth slightly, as if he was trying to say something back to his dad, but... nothing would come out. He finally felt a tear fall from one of his eyes, sliding down his cheek slowly. He quickly raised his right hand up, rubbing it away with one of his knuckles.
Burt stared at his son intently, where it seemed as if he completely understood how Kurt was feeling, even through there had been silence between them. "You're thinking that you might want more than that with him, right?" he asked simply.
Kurt sniffed once, as he swallowed hard. He glanced down towards the carpet, trying to think of the correct way to explain his feelings about Dave. "I guess you could just say that my head is saying one thing..." he looked back up, as another tear fell, "while my heart is saying something else."
Burt smiled softly, never looking away from his son. "Go with your heart..." he nodded, pausing for a few moments. "And don't worry about anything else."
He knew his dad was right, but... he still felt scared. "I..." Kurt began, finding it difficult to finally admit the truth to himself and to his dad. "I feel like I'm falling for him..."
Burt nodded slowly, though he was still smiling. "It's okay if you are."
Kurt sniffed again, shrugging lightly. "Even after everything that happened?"
Standing up from the bed, Burt took a few steps towards his son, until he was standing right in front of him. "Kurt..." he shook his head briefly, "falling for Dave after everything doesn't mean that it's wrong..." he stated firmly.
"All it does... is show how big of a heart you really have," Burt continued, nodding. "It shows that you believe in forgiveness."
Kurt kept his gaze on his dad, where he felt a small smile come to his face, even through his tears. Slowly, he began to nod back, silently thanking his father for everything that he had said.
Burt smiled softly, sliding both of his hands back into the pockets of his jeans. "Is he gonna be there tonight?"
Kurt's smile diminished, as he looked down towards the carpet once more and shook his head. "No..." he murmured.
"Well... try not to worry about it for now" Burt shrugged, smiling wider. He huffed slightly, raising his right arm out to pat his son on the back with his hand. "Go. Have a good time. And then... deal with it tomorrow," he nodded.
Kurt smiled once again, immediately raising his arms up to pull his dad in for a hug.
Burt hugged back quickly, waiting a few moments, before he pulled away.
"Thanks, Dad," Kurt smiled.
Burt smiled back, nodding once, before he made his way towards the door. He stopped all of a sudden, turning back around slightly, as he glanced over Kurt's suit one more time. "You look great, by the way," he paused for a moment, before walking out of the room.
Kurt turned towards his mirror, staring right back at himself. He was smiling softly, but it soon faded, as he thought over the conversation with his dad. He had admitted everything and Burt had gave him some great advice, which was great, but...
He still needed to fix things... he still needed to talk to Dave.
While everyone else had been spending their Saturday getting ready for prom night, Dave had been at home, sitting by himself in his room, playing video games. He didn't feel like he was missing out by not going to prom... but he still felt like crap because the whole day had just been reminding him of what had happened last year.
After dinner, he didn't feel like sitting around anymore, so he told his parents that he was going to go out for a drive. He eventually decided to stop at the Lima Bean to get a coffee, though he didn't know that he'd end up running into someone that he definitely wasn't expecting to see there.
As he stood in line, Dave looked off towards the right near the edge of the waiting counter, noticing someone from behind that appeared to be in a Dalton uniform. He moved his head slightly forward, attempting to see the guy's face more, as he then realized that it was Blaine.
Blaine turned towards the counter, grabbing his coffee from the barista and thanking her, before he started to walk back towards the door. He did a double take towards Dave, stopping abruptly, once he realized who it was.
"Dave," he said in surprise, where both of his eyebrows shot up.
Dave got out of line and walked over to him. "Hey..." he stated, as a confused expression came to his face. His eyes narrowed slightly, where he cocked his head to the side. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah, I came all the way here just to get a cup of Lima's best coffee," Blaine joked, smirking. "I'm just kidding, of course. No, the Warblers got booked to perform at the Elks Lodge here in town, and I just thought I'd grab something before I head back home," he nodded.
Dave nodded back, clearing his throat, as he slid both of his hands into the pockets of his khaki cargos awkwardly. "Kurt didn't ask you to go to prom with him?"
Blaine's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "No, why would he?" He smirked, though it soon faded as he saw Dave's own confused expression. He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "He still hasn't told you, has he?"
Dave's eyebrows furrowed together even more than before. "Told me what?"
Blaine glanced around the Lima Bean, shaking his head once again. He glanced down towards the floor momentarily, taking a deep breath. "Kurt and I broke up..." he nodded. "Quite a few weeks ago, actually."
Dave felt his mouth drop slightly, though he didn't have any idea as to what he could say. He was just as confused as ever. "What?"
"Please don't tell me that you're going to be sitting at this table for the rest of the night," Mercedes stated, crossing her arms over her stomach, as she looked down towards Kurt.
Kurt had made it to prom... and while he was having a good time at first, his thoughts kept going back to Dave. To be quite honest, he would've been fine with just forgetting about prom altogether, so that he could go find Dave to talk to him about everything. But then, he also knew that this was the last big event to spend with his friends before graduation.
It was funny, though, seeing as he had been sitting down at one of the tables by himself in the gymnasium, watching everyone on the dance floor. He had propped up his right elbow onto the table, letting his chin rest against his right palm.
He looked up towards Mercedes from his seat, raising one of his eyebrows. "I will not be sitting at this table for the rest of the night," he replied sarcastically. "I'll get up when I leave," he smirked.
Mercedes huffed in amusement, though she then shook her head in irritation. "That's not funny," she settled both of her hands onto her hips. "What is up with you?" she smiled wide, attempting to improve his mood. "Come dance with me, white boy!"
"'Cedes," Kurt sighed. "Thank you," he shook his head, "but I'm really not in the mood right now."
"Well, you need to get in the mood," she replied in her diva-like tone. "This is our last big thing that we all have together before we leave each other..." She reached out and grabbed his forearm that was supporting his head up, pulling lightly. "Come on!"
Kurt laughed lightly, shaking his head once again. "Maybe in a little while, okay?"
"Kurt!" she whined, before she started to shake her head. "Fine," she sighed. "Just sit there and look miserable then!"
"I shall, thank you," he smiled. "Go!" he waved her off. "Have fun. Don't worry about me!"
Mercedes shrugged. "Alright... if you say so..." she sounded disappointed, though she still walked away.
Kurt crossed his arms over his stomach, glancing down towards the top of the table, as a sad expression formed.
Back at the Lima Bean... Dave and Blaine were now sitting down at one of the tables, where Dave just looked even more confused than before.
"I'm sorry that he hadn't even told you that we broke up yet," Blaine stated, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm surprised, to be honest. He told me awhile back that he already did, but... I don't know," he shrugged.
Kurt had, in fact, told Blaine that he had asked Dave to give him a little bit of time to figure things out. This, of course, had all been a lie...
"Yeah," Dave nodded briefly. "Um... I'm sorry that it, uh... didn't work out for you guys."
Blaine's eyebrows shot up for a moment. "Oh, it's okay. Thanks, though," he paused. "Honestly... it hadn't really be working for a little while. It just... wasn't really what we thought it was, I guess." He cocked his head to the side slightly. "Let's just say that we're much better off being friends."
Dave looked down towards his own coffee cup, sliding it back and forth between his hands. His expression was now more blank than confused, though he was completely unsure as to why Kurt hadn't said anything to him about his breakup with Blaine.
Blaine glanced over Dave's face a few times, before he sighed lightly. "You guys still haven't talked, have you?"
Dave looked back up, where the confused expression came back instantly. "He told you we weren't talking?"
"He told me that, yeah..." Blaine nodded briefly, smiling sadly. "He told me quite a bit, actually..."
One of Dave's eyebrows shot up momentarily, where he cleared his throat. He brought his right hand up and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little uncomfortable about whatever Kurt may have told Blaine. "He was trying to talk to me the other day, but..." he shrugged, "I don't know."
Blaine stared at Dave intently, where a curious expression then formed on his face. "Why aren't you at prom?"
"Me?" Dave asked, though he immediately knew that it was a dumb reply. He took a deep breath, shaking his head. "I... I didn't wanna go. I just didn't really wanna be reminded of last year, to be honest," he shrugged.
"Well," Blaine began, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... for you... what was so bad about last year?" He wasn't asking because he was trying to be a jerk or because he didn't know- he was asking because he wanted to make a point.
Dave's eyebrows furrowed together, as he thought that the answer was quite obvious... though, he decided to reply anyways.
"I, uh..." he swallowed nervously, "well, I was only out to two people then," he paused, realizing that Blaine had known about him, too. "Three, I guess... including you," he gestured towards Blaine. "I was still dealing with..." he huffed, "a whole lot. And I was so paranoid that people would find out about me... and I was doing whatever I could to hide it."
It felt strange opening up to Blaine, especially since he was now Kurt's ex and he barely knew him. But... things just seemed different now compared to how they used to be... and that went for practically everything else in Dave's life as well.
"And then when all of that stuff went down with Kurt when somebody rigged the votes..." Dave continued, "I just sat there and did nothing." He shook his head in disappointment towards himself. "I mean... I couldn't even dance with him because I was afraid of what everybody was gonna say or think about me," he shrugged lightly. "And then I just ran out of there like a loser..." he paused for a few moments, glancing down towards his coffee cup. "I just felt like crap."
Blaine looked away momentarily, where he smiled softly and began nodding slowly. "Okay, well... what's different now?" he raised an eyebrow.
Dave looked back at him with a confused expression again. "Um... a lot?" he paused. "A bunch of people know about me now and... they don't care," he shrugged. "My parents know and they're okay with it... And I'm not as paranoid to talk about it, which is... good... I don't know," he shrugged once again. "I... I guess I have some great friends now and... I just feel better about pretty much everything."
"And who's the one person that's been there with you through all of it?" Blaine asked immediately.
All Dave could do was stare back at him. It was Kurt. He knew it was Kurt. His mouth was slightly open, where he was about to answer, but... he just couldn't.
It was strange talking about his own life and his own feelings towards certain things to someone he didn't know very well. But talking about Kurt to his ex-boyfriend... that was just something completely different.
"Look," Blaine huffed, leaning forwards slightly towards the table. "I've talked to you both now, and... I don't know everything that you two have said to each other, but..." he paused for a moment, licking his bottom lip. "It just seems like you both need a bit of a push here."
Dave's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion once again. "What do you mean?"
Blaine took a sip from his coffee cup, setting it back down onto the table, as he cocked his head to the side. "You have feelings for him, right?" he smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Dave wasn't sure of what to say, though he ended up nodding slightly.
"And he has feelings for you," Blaine continued.
While Dave knew that, he wasn't completely sure of how Kurt really felt about him.
Blaine was still smirking, where he rolled his eyes with a quick shake of his head. "And yet, Kurt's at prom by himself right now... while you're in a coffee shop talking to me," he looked towards Dave with an amused expression. "I don't know about you, but... it doesn't make much sense."
Dave thought he finally understood what Blaine was getting at, though he didn't quite understand why Blaine thought that Kurt felt the same way that he did. He knew how he felt about Kurt. He knew what he wanted with him. But...
"If he really wanted the same thing that I do," Dave shook his head slightly, "then why wouldn't he have told me about you and him breaking up?"
Blaine just laughed lightly, taking another sip of his coffee. "Dave... when's the last time that you two have actually talked to each other?"
Dave glanced over to his left, towards the front register, not wanting to reply nor think about the last real conversation that he had with Kurt in the auditorium.
"And what was that conversation like?" Blaine continued, shrugging slightly. The expression on his face seemed to say that the answer to Dave's question was quite obvious. "Do you really think that it'd be easy for you to go up to somebody after all that... to tell them how you were feeling?"
Dave looked down towards the table, not sure of how to answer.
He got it now.
Kurt wasn't avoiding him because he didn't want to see him or talk to him. He was avoiding him because he probably didn't even know what he could say after everything that had gone on between them.
Dave eventually shrugged slightly, though he still wasn't able to look back up. "I don't know," he whispered.
Blaine pushed his coffee cup back and forth between his hands, where he let out a sigh. "Kurt's scared."
Dave immediately glanced back up towards Blaine, with a sad expression on his face.
"Not of you," Blaine continued. "Not of a relationship with you," he shook his head, pausing for a few moments. "But he's scared because of what might come by being with you."
Dave shook his head slowly, not completely understanding what Blaine had meant by that.
Blaine looked down towards the table, taking a deep breath, before glancing back. "He knows that you're still not out to everybody... but that's not what really bothers him," he shook his own head.
"What bothers him," he continued, "is that you guys went through a lot last year... and he knows that everybody else knows that."
Dave just kept on staring at Blaine, where his sad expression did not change.
Blaine smiled sympathetically, as he began to nod. "I think he's just afraid for you."
Dave's eyebrows furrowed together, where he cocked his head to the side slightly. "What?" he asked, attempting to make sure that he understood correctly. "Like he's trying to protect me?"
"He might not have realized that himself yet, but... yes." Blaine nodded once more, still smiling.
Dave felt like everything made sense to him now... he wasn't completely out to everyone yet. And while he knew that Kurt wouldn't force him to come out right away, Kurt probably knew that Dave wouldn't be able to handle making Kurt hide their relationship for long... maybe Kurt was just afraid that he'd end up pushing Dave too quickly on accident, meaning everyone would find out before Dave was ready.
And maybe it wasn't as if Kurt was unsure whether he wanted to be with Dave or not... maybe it was the fact that he didn't know if Dave would be able to handle the reactions from everyone around them... especially from those that knew what had gone on between them during their Junior year. Maybe Kurt was trying to protect Dave.
Just as Dave never wanted to hurt or let Kurt get hurt ever again... maybe Kurt was doing the same thing for him.
Dave was focusing on the top of the table, thinking about everything that had happened in a completely different way.
"Trust me when I say that he feels the same about you as you do about him," Blaine stated, casually taking another sip from his coffee cup. "I think that he just needs to know that you're ready."
Dave glanced over Blaine's face for a few moments, before he slowly began to nod.
Blaine shifted in his chair slightly. "Let me put it this way..." he began, setting both of his elbows on the top of the table, as he clasped his hands together. "Kurt's always been the one to go after the guy that he's liked... but," he smirked, pausing for a moment. "I think that he needs to be the one to be chased this time."
Slowly, a small smile formed on Dave's face, as he finally understood everything Blaine had been trying to tell him.
"You shouldn't be here right now," Blaine laughed, shaking his head. "And I think that you definitely know where you should be."
Dave glanced back down towards his coffee cup momentarily, as he nodded briefly again.
Blaine cleared his throat, letting out a loud breath. "You need to go," he laughed lightly, gesturing towards the exit of the Lima Bean with his head.
Dave grinned, rubbing the back of his neck quickly, before he stood up from his chair. He stopped for a second, looking down towards Blaine, as he started to nod once more. "Thanks," he said sincerely.
Blaine smiled and nodded back once, only to turn his head slightly, as he watched Dave quickly walk out of the Lima Bean.