He woke up cuddling his laptop.

It took him a moment to remember why he even had it in the first place, why he was still fully dressed in the outfit he had worn yesterday, and why his eyes felt so gritty. He was still so exhausted, but he figured that it was the crying he'd done that did him in like this. He shut the lid on his laptop, and shoved it up towards the head of the bed. He laid there trying to decide which he wanted more: a shower or coffee.

In the end, he'd decided on the the coffee. Normally, he wouldn't dare go downstairs without having gotten ready, but today was Sunday and he just couldn't bring himself to care. He climbed out of bed, stretching his arms and giving a big yawn before rubbing his eyes and heading downstairs. Everyone was sitting at the table, breakfast laid out in front of them. Kurt grabbed a mug and poured himself a cup of coffee before taking a seat next to Finn. Finn looked up from the Sunday comics to take a look at Kurt before saying, "Dude, you like like sh – crap."

Kurt rolled his eyes, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he looked over at his father, who just gave Finn a reproachful look from over the top of the Sunday paper. Kurt grabbed an orange, peeling it as he looked over at Finn, who was still staring at him. He sighed and said, "What?"

"You're wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday." Finn pointed out. Kurt cursed at him in his head as his dad lowered his paper to look at Kurt, and Carole gave him a concerned look. Since when did Finn ever pay attention to what he was wearing? Not that it mattered, because he could play this pretty easily.

"I fell asleep while working on my paper." Kurt said with a shrug, popping an orange slice into his mouth. Carole returned to her book, but not before giving Kurt a look that said she knew it was a lie. His father, however, did not catch it and went back to reading the paper.

"Oh, right. I forgot about that." Finn said. Kurt would have laughed at him, but then he'd be giving himself away. There was no paper. Well, there had been last week, but he'd finished it and handed it in. Kurt remembered that while he was in an AP Composition class, Finn was just in a regular English class. So he could lie about papers pretty regularly, and no one could really contradict him.

He finished his coffee and his orange and quietly slipped back up to his room. He wasn't really all that hungry, but it was nice to have some caffeine in his system. He took his time showering and doing his routine. He had nowhere to be, and it was nice to not have to rush through anything. And he knew that once he was all finished, he was going to end up going back to work on that damn playlist. He couldn't stay away from it. His mind kept wandering back to it, thinking about what songs would fit.

He opened up his laptop, waking it up so that he could mess around with it. Forever & Always started to play, and he quickly shut it off. That song had done enough to him last night. It was time to move onto the next one. He scrolled through the list of songs, finally settling on The Other Side of the Door before tugging out the notebook from under his pillow. He had no idea why he put it there, but at least it wasn't out in the open.

In the heat of the fight
I walked away
Ignoring words that you were saying
Trying to make me stay
I said this time, I've had enough

A particular fight sprang to mind, and Kurt was amazed at how well it fit with the song. It probably shouldn't have surprised him because he was pretty convinced that Taylor Swift lived in his brain. He couldn't really remember what the fight had started over. Something about college, he thought, but it had ultimately turned to that same stupid fight they always had about Dave coming out. Looking back, Kurt rode Dave way too hard about coming out. He wished he could take it all back. If he'd only stopped pushing so hard for it, they wouldn't have fought so much. Well, maybe. They wouldn't have had those fights that left them both angry for days.

Kurt remembered getting so pissed off that he was screaming at Dave as he walked back to his car, and Dave was begging him not to go. Begging him to just stay so that they could talk and he wouldn't yell at Kurt anymore, he promised. Kurt ignored him, shaking his head and glaring daggers at Dave as he climbed into his car and drove off.

And you've called a hundred times
But I'm not picking up
Cause I'm so mad that I might tell you that it's over

Kurt could remember just staring at his phone for hours as it rang over and over again. He grew a little more annoyed each time it went off, and he eventually ended up silencing it. But that didn't stop him from staring at it as it lit up. He was so pissed off, so angry with Dave, and it was irrational and he couldn't even figure out why he was so mad at Dave, but part of him knew that if he answered the phone, he would say something so damaging that it would end everything. As pissed as he was, he didn't want to lose Dave.

Me and my stupid pride
Sitting here alone
Going through the photographs
Staring at the phone
I keep going back over
Things we both said
And I remember the slamming door
And all the things that I misread

Kurt was a prideful man, and he would never hesitate to admit it. He knew that it wasn't something to be proud of, but he also knew that it wasn't something he could really change about himself, either. Dave challenged him in this way, though, and he was actually kind of glad for that. He sat looking through the pictures on his computer, the ones in the folder marked 'D' that was buried within a million other pointless folders than no one would ever bother to look through. Dave hadn't called in a couple of hours and that made Kurt nervous. Had he fucked up? Had Dave finally realized that Kurt wasn't worth all this fighting, all of this mess? He went over the conversation in his head, wincing as he thought about the things that he said, wishing he could take them back. He was so damn stupid.

I said leave but all I really want is you
To stand outside my window
Throwing pebbles
Screaming I'm in love with you
Stand there in the pouring rain
Come back for more
And don't you leave
'Cause I know all I need is on
The other side of the door

Kurt smiled as he remembered how Dave had shown up later that night, in his front yard, well after everyone had gone to bed. He woke to music, but he knew it wasn't his because he was fairly certain he didn't have that version of that song on his laptop or his iPod. He looked around his room, confused as to where the music was coming from. And then he heard that little chink of something hitting glass and looked to his window. He flinched as he heard it again, his eyebrows knitting together as he heard it a third time. He crossed the room to his window, and he had to suppress a smile when he saw Dave standing there. When Dave saw him, he dropped the pebbles and picked up his guitar as Kurt raised his window.

And I scream out the window
I can't even look at you
I don't need you
But I do, I do, I do

"What the hell are you doing, David?"

"I'm going to sing you a fucking song, and you're going to listen."

"Fuck you. Why should I do that?"

"Because I fucking love you and this is my apology, so please just listen to me."

I say there's nothing you can say
To make this right again
I mean it, I mean it

"It's not going to make everything magically better."

"Please, Kurt."

With your face and your beautiful eyes
And the conversation with the little white lies
And the faded picture of a beautiful night

"Okay."

After everything, I must confess
I need you

The moment Dave had started singing, Kurt knew that all was forgiven. Dave only ever sang for Kurt, and even that was rare. Kurt wasn't too surprised that Dave had chosen a Beatles song. That was one of the few things that they had in common – their love for the Beatles. The song itself was very appropriate – We Can Work It Out. It was typically a more upbeat song, but Dave had tweaked the chords and was playing it more slowly, turning it into a sad acoustic version that conveyed everything he wanted and needed to say.

Kurt fell for Dave all over again in that moment, and Dave could see it. Kurt could tell by the way Dave was grinning at him, so smug and knowing he was forgiven. They were so focused on each other that neither of them had noticed Burt and Carole poking their heads out from their own window to watch the exchange. Not until Dave had finished and Burt cleared his throat and said, "That's good kid. Now quit giving our neighborhood a show and come inside to finish your making up."

Carole gave Kurt a huge grin before slipping back into her room, and Burt winked at him before he shut the window. Kurt looked down at Dave and grinned before rushing out of his room and down to the front door to let Dave in. Dave barely got an "I'm sorry" out before Kurt launched himself at Dave, throwing his arms around his waist and hugging him tight.

Kurt snapped back to the present and looked around his room. He remembered that after Dave had come out, he'd finally printed out those pictures and put them up on the bulletin board above his desk. He still had the ones with Dave and his family and his friends. It was just the ones of he and Dave alone that he'd taken down. A part of him wanted to get them back out and look through them. He found himself wondering if Blaine might ever make such a big romantic gesture like that, but then driving back and forth between Dalton and Lima was more than enough for him, really.

The sudden thought of Blaine had him checking his phone, and yep, there was a text from Blaine. He felt guilty, focusing so much on his relationship with Dave while he was with Blaine. It's so you can get over him, Kurt told himself. But he was beginning to wonder if he was getting over Dave or rekindling old feelings.