A/N: Thanks for all the reviews so far! They really mean a lot. :)

The next addition to the playlist came at a time that he wasn't even working on it. It was a week later, when he was digging through his closet looking for a certain shirt. The last time he'd sat down to work on the playlist, he'd been put into such an awful mood that he had actually sought Finn out for comfort. If he's the one seeking Finn out, then there's definitely a problem because Kurt hates admitting that he's not okay. But Finn hadn't asked any questions, hadn't said anything. He just sat with Kurt, eating ice cream (two pints this time because Kurt had been reduced to tears) and watching The Phantom of the Opera.

So until now, he hadn't put much thought into it. He didn't even mean to think about it, really. He was digging through his closet when he stumbled across the box of Dave's things. He had completely forgotten about it. He'd tried to return the things to Dave, but Dave had just sent them back. Just like he did everything else.

Against his better judgment, he opened the box up. He couldn't even remember what was in it, but as soon as he opened it, it all came back to him. He sighed softly as he pulled out a large sweatshirt. He smiled to himself as brought it to his nose, inhaling Dave's scent. He wondered if Dave still used that cologne. He had never gotten close enough to tell.

Now I'll go sit on the floor in your clothes

Taylor again. He wouldn't fight her. Not now. Besides, Dave's sweatshirts had always been incredibly comfortable. He tugged it on over his clothes and carried the box back to his bed. He crawled into bed as he sifted through the box, pulling out a scrapbook. It had been months since he'd looked through it. He flipped it open, smiling as he looked at the pictures. There was Dave in that stupid cowboy hat. He only ever wore that because he knew Kurt thought it looked stupid. Stupid as it was, he missed it. Dave sticking his tongue out. Dave making faces. The blanket fort.

I still remember the look on your face
Lit through the darkness at 1:58
Words that you whispered for just us to know

He couldn't help but smile as he thought about the blanket fort. The first night Dave had ever stayed over. Kurt's dad wouldn't let them sleep in Kurt's room, but they had made the most of the living room. They watched Peter Pan, which led to them talking about things they did as children, which ultimately led to creating a blanket fort. It was probably the silliest thing that he had done in years, but it had been so much fun.

He closed his eyes, leaning back against the headboard. Everything was so vivid. He could hear David's laugh. His own giggle. Laying cuddled up against David, tracing circles on his chest. He could feel David's fingers trailing over his jaw, lifting his chin so he could plant his lips on Kurt's forehead. Kurt's soft sigh followed by David's low voice, telling Kurt that he loved him more than anything in the world and there was no place he'd rather be.

The beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
I can still feel your arms

His dad had found them like that the next morning, and Kurt was afraid he might be angry, considering Kurt was supposed to sleep in his room while Dave took the couch. But he didn't seem angry at all. He was actually smiling, which had scared Kurt in a way because that definitely wasn't the kind of reaction he'd expected from his strict father.

He flipped through the pictures, studying each one. They only ever caught the good moments, but he wasn't complaining. He could remember the bad moments enough without pictures.

All that I know is I don't know
How to be something you miss

He finally reached one of his favorite pictures, one of the last in the book. It wasn't necessarily his favorite picture because they looked good. Although, he couldn't deny that they looked amazing. But it was his favorite because that had been an amazing night.

It was their prom picture.

Kurt had been ecstatic about being able to go to prom with his boyfriend. Prom was very nearly perfect, too. Except for the fact that they'd been voted prom king and queen. Kurt brushed his fingers over the picture, tracing the outline of their crowns. He'd been so hurt over it. So hurt that he had run out of the gym, crying. Dave had chased after him, of course. Dave had comforted him, and it had reminded Kurt of why he loved Dave so much. Kurt worked up the courage to go back in, and then they had danced together. Well, they had danced together again, anyway.

I do remember the swing of your step
Life of the party, you're showing off again
I roll my eyes and then you pull me in

He had been just as shocked as his friends by Dave's dancing skills. Of course, he was also pleased and impressed as Dave had pulled him close, one hand on Kurt's waist and the other holding Kurt's hand. He leaned in, his lips close to Kurt's ear as he sang, "I just want to dance with you all night. In this world, there's nothing I would rather do 'cause I'm happy just to dance with you."

Kurt remembered how his heart fluttered with those words, how he shivered at the feeling of Dave's breath on his ear. The sound of Dave's voice being the only thing he could hear beyond the blood rushing in his head, and god, he was so in love with this man. He closed his eyes as he sang back, "Before this dance is through, I think I'll love you, too. I'm so happy when you dance with me." Dave hadn't sung back in return, he'd just pulled Kurt closer – if that was even possible – and hummed softly into his ear.

Never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this

"I haven't seen that hoodie in a while."

Kurt looked up to see his father standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He didn't know what to say, how to answer. He felt like a kid who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and fuck, he was lucky it was his dad and not Blaine. He wouldn't have known how to explain it to Blaine. There was really nothing you could say to make wearing something of your ex's okay. He could say that it was just because it was old and comfortable, but he wasn't sure anyone would buy that.

"Yeah, I found some old stuff." Kurt answered, holding up the scrapbook. Burt came in to sit next to his son, taking the book from his hands and flipping through it.

"I remember this." Burt said, pointing to a picture of Finn and Dave flexing their muscles in funny poses.

"Who could forget? That was the night of the infamous M&M war." Kurt laughed, and Burt groaned.

"I'd almost forgotten about it." Burt said, flipping through the scrapbook. He looked over at the box, then back at Kurt. "So what's the deal, kid?"

"Nothing," Kurt said. "I was going through my closet, looking for that sweater I was talking about earlier. The one I was going to wear to dinner tonight. I stumbled across this box and decided to open it up and look through it."

"I do pay attention, you know."

"Okay?"

"I see how much you miss him."

Kurt didn't know what to say to that. He couldn't lie about it at this point, because his dad did pay attention, and he knew that. He just liked to pretend that his father was oblivious to his private life. Or rather, dating life. But then, he'd probably noticed that he'd been doing his comfort activities with Finn, and he was sure that Carole had probably said something about the way Kurt had been acting lately.

"Not much I can do about it," Kurt said, picking at the sleeve of the sweatshirt. "We still don't talk at all."

"Maybe it's still too painful for him?" Burt asked. Kurt looked at his father, studying his face. That was something that hadn't occurred to him. He'd never thought that maybe Dave didn't talk to him because he just couldn't. However, that didn't really help him out any because he still didn't know why Dave had stopped talking to him in the first place.

And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day
And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed
You can plan for a change in the weather and time
But I never planned on you changing your mind

"Maybe. Who knows?" Kurt sighed.

"Did something happen with Blaine?" Burt asked, and Kurt snapped his head up to look at his dad.

"What? No. He's fine." Kurt told him.

"Well, it's just.. you've been acting strange ever since the two of you went out a couple of weeks ago. I thought maybe it was school or the play or something along those lines, but pints of ice cream don't usually come out unless it's boy troubles."

Kurt bit his lip, looking away from his father. He knew him much too well. Sometimes he hated it, but other times, he was happy to have a father that understood him so well. He'd seen what Blaine's own dad was like, and he was proud to say that he probably had the best father in the whole damn world.

"When we got in the car, there was this song that started playing..." Kurt said quietly.

"And it reminded you of Dave." It wasn't a question.

"Mhm," Kurt murmured, nodding. "It just really stuck with me, and ever since then, I've been going through my music. Making a playlist of sorts."

"That seems kind of silly to me. But hey, music is your area, not mine."

"I thought that maybe if I made this playlist, I could get all of these feelings out of my system and focus on my relationship with Blaine." It sounded silly as he said it out loud.

"So... you're going to make things better with Blaine by fixating on your relationship with Dave...?" Burt asked. Kurt groaned and pulled the hood over his head. It sounded even dumber when his dad put it like that. "No," Burt said, yanking Kurt's hood down. "Our minds work differently. And I know you had no real closure. Maybe this will bring that somehow. Are you going to give this... playlist to him?"

"I hadn't planned on it. Do you think I should?"

"Maybe it'll help."

"He wouldn't talk to me even if I did."

"That's not the point."

"Yeah, you're right. Maybe it'll help."

"There we go," Burt smiled. "You're not the only one who misses him, you know. We'd love it if he came around sometime."

Because I love your handshake. meeting my father

"I thought you liked Blaine?"

"I didn't say we didn't like Blaine. We just kind of miss having Dave around." With that, Burt patted Kurt's leg and stood, heading towards the door. "Dinner in an hour, kid."

Kurt watched him leave, burrowing deeper into the sweatshirt as he looked down at the pictures. There were so many memories, and now he felt really stupid about this playlist and going through all of these things, but he knew that he couldn't stop now.

He grabbed his laptop and woke it from it's sleep state. He was going to check facebook before he left for dinner. He didn't really know why, but he was going to anyway. He saw Finn's most recent status update, talking about Rachel not being able to join them for dinner tonight. He was secretly glad, because as much as he loved Rachel, he just wanted the time alone with his family. Their parents were pretty relaxed about letting Finn's girlfriends and Kurt's boyfriends tag along for dinners, but Rachel apparently had her own thing with her dads tonight. Kurt smiled. He liked Rachel's dads.

He found himself clicking on Dave's name.

I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep
And I'll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

It had become habit over the past couple of weeks to check Dave's facebook page, and he wasn't really sure why he did it. It only made everything that much harder. He most usually just browsed through photos, because Dave didn't really update very often. Dave wasn't a very open man, and he definitely wasn't the kind to share his private life with the morons at school.

His breath caught as he saw the latest update, and he didn't know how to react. Was it... he rubbed his eyes. No, it was still there. He wasn't imagining it. A little heart followed by the words "Dave Karofsky is single."

He began to panic.

It wasn't even a second later that Santana's name popped up in his chat. Apparently, it wasn't enough that she was that little demon in his head talking about how much he missed Dave. She needed to bug him about it on facebook, too.

Santana Lopez says: Hey ladylips :)
Kurt Hummel says: Hi Santana.
Santana Lopez says: So have you seen it yet?
Kurt Hummel: Seen what?
Santana Lopez: Don't play dumb with me, sugar. I see right through you. Check Dave's page.
Kurt Hummel: Yeah, and?
Santana Lopez: Oh, honey, any moron can see how you've been pining after him these last couple of weeks. Maybe he's been pining after you too, if he's tossed prep boy.
Kurt Hummel: You know very well that I'm with Blaine.
Santana Lopez: And that means jack shit when you're moping about because you miss your ex.
Kurt Hummel: Do you enjoy this?
Santana Lopez: You know I do.
Kurt Hummel: What do you get out of this anyway?
Santana Lopez: Besides your discomfort?
Kurt Hummel: Yeah.
Santana Lopez: Nothing. Meddling's just my game.
Kurt Hummel: Yeah, yeah. I gotta go.
Santana Lopez: Bye bye my little gay! Don't think about Davey too much now. ;)
Kurt Hummel: I hate you.
Santana Lopez: Love you too, sugar.

Kurt rolled his eyes and logged out of facebook. He had no idea how he should feel about this. He wondered if Dave was upset. Maybe he needed someone. Kurt huffed. He very much doubted Dave would ever let him be that someone. Besides, he really shouldn't care. There was nothing he could do. He had Blaine. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He stood and pulled off the sweatshirt. He wasn't wearing this out. What if he ran into Dave or Blaine?

He brushed his fingers through his hair as he glanced in the mirror. He couldn't let Dave's break-up distract him from what he'd been doing the last couple of weeks. He would finish this playlist, he'd send it to Dave, and that would be it. He would be over Dave and then he could be completely happy with Blaine.

He hoped.