This is as quiet as it gets
Hush down now, go to sleep

No.

No, he hadn't meant to play it.

Goddammit.
We were once perfect me and you
We'll never leave this room

"Kurt?"

H-h-h-hush
You color my eyes red

"C'mere." Finn said, sitting down on the bed and holding his arms open. Kurt crawled into Finn's lap and cuddled against him, burying his face into Finn's neck. Under normal circumstances, this definitely would have been weird, but this was not normal, and Kurt was not okay. Shuffle had just randomly decided to start playing that stupid fucking song, and oh my god that was the worst break up song in all the world. He just wanted to beat the shit out of his laptop, but what good would that do? He was already spiraling.

Your love's not live, it's dead
This letter's written itself inside out again

Kurt gave a loud sob, and Finn reached over, turning the computer off. He rubbed Kurt's back, hoping that the gesture was soothing. It seemed to work, because Kurt had quieted down a little. He was sniffling, and Finn reached over, grabbing a box of tissues for whenever Kurt was ready to stop snotting all over his shirt. He had to thank Rachel for preparing him for this kind of shit. He'd never expected it with his brother, but whatever. They were brothers. They could do this kind of shit and it was okay, right? Probably far from normal, but it was okay.

When rivers turn to roads
And lovers become trends

Kurt pulled back from Finn and took a couple of tissues, blowing his nose. He owed Finn so fucking much for just being a nice big brother and never complaining about it. Well, not to his face, at least. He didn't know if he whined to Rachel about this kind of thing, but if he did, Rachel never mentioned it. And he knew Finn told Rachel about this because Rachel had told Britt and that was how Santana had found out.

H-h-h-hush
This is where it ends

He squeezed his eyes shut. It really was over, wasn't it? He should have accepted that so long ago, when Dave had shut him out. He should have just accepted it and moved on, instead of dragging everyone – mostly Finn – down this awful memory trip with him. Some of it had been sweet, but most of it had been painful, and god, he hoped that someday, he could look back on all of it and only see the good and be grateful for everything that he felt instead of it making him feel like complete and utter shit. He just wanted to be happy again, and maybe that was asking for too much, but he really didn't think that it was. He felt so ungrateful for reflecting and dwelling and pining over his relationship with Dave when he had this sweet, kind, wonderful boyfriend who was just so patient with him.

This is the calming before the storm

"Dave, please call me back. I'm so sorry for everything that I said. I didn't mean any of it. I swear I didn't. I was just upset and I was saying stupid, mean, hurtful things and I'm so sorry. Please call me back."

This absolution is always incomplete

"Look, I understand you're mad. But ignoring me is not going to get us anywhere, Dave. You can't just not talk to me anymore. Come on. Pick up the phone."

It's always bittersweet

"Do you think I should have tried harder?" Kurt asked, snapping back to the present. He was surprised he could remember any of the voicemails he'd left Dave. After all, he'd estimated that he'd left at least fifty. He wondered if Dave had ever listened to a single one of those.

"I think Dave had made up his mind, Kurt." Finn answered honestly, and Kurt nodded. Finn was right, of course. Kurt wondered for a moment if Finn and Dave had ever talked after they'd broken up, but that was a stupid question. Of course they had. But Finn didn't know why Dave had broken up with him. Kurt had asked him forever ago. Kurt would know if he'd been lying. Finn was a terrible liar.

"It's really time to let go, isn't it?" Kurt asked, looking at Finn.

"I think it is."

Kurt sighed and rested his head on Finn's shoulder.

I won't make a sound so you don't wake

Kurt woke in his bed. He didn't even remember falling asleep. He'd been... what had he been doing? Oh right. He had commandeered Finn's shoulder and literally cried on it. No, wait. That was wrong. Finn had offered his shoulder for Kurt to cry on. Kurt rubbed at his eyes and slid out of bed. He was still dressed in what he'd been wearing, which was rather uncomfortable at the moment. He looked over at his clock and was surprised to find that it was two in the morning. Jesus. How had he managed to sleep so long?

The crying had taken a lot from him, he'd decided as he slipped quietly out of his room and headed downstairs. He'd missed dinner, and he was sure that Finn had told their parents why. He wasn't looking forward to that conversation with either his dad or Carole. Crying wasn't something he really did all that often, but it was becoming more and more frequent. He was sure that his dad was going to intervene with his little mission at some point, because it was just taking so much from Kurt. Enough that his grades were slipping a bit, which definitely wasn't good.

He got into the fridge, finding the plate that Carole had left for him. He smiled and tugged it out, making a mental note to thank her in the morning. He poured himself a glass of milk, and nearly jumped a mile out of his skin when he noticed his father sitting at the table. He had managed to spill the milk, though, much to his dismay. He grabbed a towel from a nearby drawer and began to clean it up, glaring at his father.

"You could have said something."

"Nah. It was more fun to wait and see your reaction." His dad said, moving towards the counter.

"Were you waiting for me or something?" Kurt asked, tossing the towel on the counter.

"No," Burt said, and Kurt could practically see him rolling his eyes. "I couldn't sleep, so I came down for a glass of water."

"I see." Kurt said, putting his plate into the microwave. He leaned back against the counter and ran his fingers through his hair. He noticed his dad was still looking at him, so he said, "What?"

"How's your playlist coming along?" Burt asked, taking a drink of his water.

"It's fine. I think I just have one more song to add, and then I'll be finished." Kurt said, nodding. He wasn't lying, actually. There were probably a million more songs he could add, but he had just one more that was going on the list and then he was sending it off.

"And then all this is over?" Burt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I hope so. I want it to be," Kurt said, tired. Burt reached over and ruffled Kurt's hair.

"Me too. Hate seeing you like this."

"I hate being like this more than you hate seeing it." Kurt chuckled and pulled his plate out of the microwave.

"Alright kid, it's back to bed for me. Eat your dinner and then get back to bed."

"I will. Night Dad."

"Night Kurt."

This is where it ends.