Oh how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lied with broken words I said

Dave wasn't sure what to think. He hadn't known what to think when Santana had talked him into coming to the auditorium today, either. He had been under the impression that it was solely for her whole coming out presentation, but he definitely hadn't thought he'd be hearing Kurt sing. Yeah, sure, he'd known that Kurt would be there. He'd known he'd probably see him, which was why he'd stuck to the back of the auditorium. He didn't know that Kurt would be singing, and he couldn't wrap his head around it.

Fucking Santana. She knew what Kurt's voice did to him. It made him want the boy even more now. He could tell by Kurt's face and the sound of his voice that there was pure truth behind those words. He just wished that he hadn't been forced to listen to Kurt sing about Blaine. As far as he knew, they were still together. At least, that was what the stupid little relationship status on Kurt's facebook page said. The song indicated otherwise, though.

Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began

He sighed as he found himself in the locker room, standing in front of his locker. Why was this stupid song stuck in his head and why was it bothering him now? He hadn't listened to that CD in months. He sat down on the bench in front of the lockers, putting his head in his hands.

Tried to forget when I left this town
Takes me right back when I come back around

Forget Kurt. Forget Kurt. Forget Kurt.

Retrace the steps we took on that lost summer night I'm back by your side
Retrace the steps we took when we met
Worlds away counting backwards while the stars are falling

He sighed and stood up. He was going to have to do something else. Sitting here wasn't going to help him stop thinking of Kurt. He fumbled with the combination on his locker, trying to get it open. He finally yanked it open as he got the lock and grabbed a shirt and a pair of shorts to change into. Working out usually helped him when he got like this.

Oh how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds of places and times we shared

Being in the locker room didn't always help, he realized. He looked around, remembering the many things that had happened in this room with a one Mr. Kurt Hummel. This was where they'd first kissed. This was where Kurt had found out he was gay. This was where he first told Kurt he loved him. This was where they'd spent many lunch hours making out.

Could not live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again

Had all of that training over the summer been for nothing? All of the work he'd done to try and forget Kurt? He tugged off his jeans, pulling on the shorts as he looked around. He changed shirts and then made his way over to the bench press.

Tried to forget when I left this town
But I'll take you right back if you come back around

No. No, he wouldn't. Stupid song. It wasn't like Kurt would even come back around, anyway. But no, he wouldn't take Kurt Hummel back. He didn't even need to think about it. The answer was no. The answer would always be no. No matter how much he loved or wanted Kurt, he would never take him back. Kurt deserved so much better, even if better happened to be that fucking hobbit. Kurt was going to go places someday. Dave was going to be stuck here. A Lima Loser for the rest of his life. There was no way Dave was going to let himself hold Kurt back.

Though, he didn't even think he could. If Kurt wanted to get out of Lima, he was going to get out. Santana had told him that Kurt had applied for some school called NYADA or some shit, and he'd been kind of worried that Kurt had given up on New York for a minute, but she told him that NYADA was in New York and that both Kurt and Rachel had applied.

When he'd asked what happened to Julliard, she told him that it apparently didn't have whatever program the two had wanted. He'd seen Kurt in the school musical, and he had wondered then if Julliard would ever know what they were missing. Well, maybe someday. He genuinely hoped that Kurt got into this school, though.

Alright, that was enough. No more thinking of Kurt now. Something else. Anything else.

He could think about Sebastian.

He gave a little grunt and rolled his eyes. What was there to say about Sebastian? He didn't think that they'd honestly ever really cared for each other. Well, not in the beginning anyway. Even from the get-go, Dave had thought Sebastian was an asshole. Well, truthfully, Sebastian had been an asshole. The first time they'd met, anyway. Something had changed, though, because Sebastian had talked to him the next weekend, apologizing for his dick move the last.

Still. Sebastian had known what he was coming into. Dave always found it a little funny that Sebastian was only with Dave because he couldn't have Blaine and Dave was only with Sebastian because he'd given up Kurt. Their relationship had been pointless, really. It only existed because of a mutual desire. Sebastian had known that. So Dave still hadn't understood what had crawled up Sebastian's ass and caused him to get all bitchy about Dave not being over Kurt. Hence, their break-up.

I need some shelter
I need some safety

Sebastian hadn't been either of those things. Kurt – no. He wasn't going to let his mind go there. No. He couldn't think about Kurt. He'd been fine until he'd heard Kurt sing. Stupid fucking pretty voice. Stupid Santana. He was going to get her back somehow. He didn't know how, but he would. She definitely deserved it. She had known what she was doing.

Photographs they haunt me lately
Chasing shadows as the evening takes me
I'm still searching but the picture's fading

He thought about the picture of him and Kurt that he kept taped to the back of his gym locker. He was taking that down as soon as he got the chance. He always kept it covered up, ever since the break up. He can't even say why he'd left it up there in the first place.

No where else has ever felt like home
And I can't fall asleep
When I'm laying here alone

Ugh. Why wouldn't this song just stop already? He got the point. Yes, he missed Kurt. Yes, Kurt had been on his mind way too much lately. No, he wasn't going to fucking do anything about it.

I replay your voice
It's like you're here

He remembered – no, he wasn't going to remember shit. No.

You move the earth
But now the sky is falling

Santana was such a clever fucking bitch.