Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and make no profit off of these works of fiction. I submit them only because the title of this show is false advertising and I need to do something to bring the happy back.
Dave's first day back at McKinley was free of any harassment, bigotry, or comments about The Incident- a fact that might have been a cause for a celebration if it weren't for the entire atmosphere of the school; the hallways were muted and when Dave looked around he felt like he'd stepped out of Oz into Kansas, and all of the color in the world was gone.
"It's been like this since the accident," Kurt informed David after they'd met up for lunch and Dave had wondered aloud at the gloom and doom mood. "I think everyone's mostly struck by the concept of mortality. With everything that's gone on..."
Dave nodded, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the prospect that he had probably had a something to do with the tensions in the halls. This was confirmed when he finally noticed the looks he was getting when he walked into the cafeteria, like he was some sort of exotic animal in an exhibit.
Blaine sidled up to them and Dave held in the huff at his presence as he sat down across from the pair, reaching into his backpack to pull out his iPod and lunch bag. Kurt sent him what looked like almost an apologetic look before Dave stuck in the ear buds and started picking at his sandwich, ignoring the world around him.
In the week since Kurt and he had hung out Dave hadn't really heard much about the curly haired hobbit (although that seemed an insult to Tolkien) and had experienced even less exposure to his actual presence. He'd dropped Kurt off the day before and he and Dave had exchanged stiff waves, but Dave realized now that he was going to school with them again he was faced with the prospect of watching them be couple-y all the time.
There went his already half-hearted appetite.
He'd been feeling a bit better since he deleted his Facebook and made plans with his dad to transfer back to McKinley. He attributed his almost good mood (as long as he avoided certain trains of thoughts) to being able to lounge about the house (he hadn't spent much time in his room, though) and regularly correspond with Kurt.
Between their habitual texting (he'd learned that Kurt's favorite cereal is, secretly, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but that he made himself eat Kashi to avoid any future heart problems; his favorite color is turquoise; his favorite off the cuff artist is Jeff Buckley, though he'd never have the guts to sing one of his songs; and his favorite designer is Alexander McQueen, may he rest in peace) and their meeting on Sunday he felt almost at peace with everything that had led to this point
That day they'd made a list of possible group members (mostly the Glee club for the GSA, and they added family members, including Dave's cousin Sonia who lived two counties over, to the PLFAG list), possible teacher moderators for the GSA (they decided on Bieste), then spent about an hour googling possible fundraising events and the How To's of starting a chapter.
"This all feels very surreal," Dave had said, still chuckling over their discussion on having their possible opening celebration at Scandals on their drag night. "We're really doing this, huh?"
"Yeah," Kurt turned away from the screen to appraise Dave, who felt his cheeks warm under the scrutiny. "You okay with this? I mean, we still don't know how things are gonna go when you come back to school-"
"Why, have you heard something?" Dave asked, anxiety hitting fast, licking at his neck and chest, hands gripping the bottom of his shirt.
"No, nothing like that," Kurt reassured quickly, giving Dave a small shrug. "Everyone's been sort of preoccupied with... the accident. I just meant that, with you coming back to school I don't want to pressure you..." he took a moment to collect his thoughts. "I know I asked you to be involved but if you think it'll be too much just let me know, okay?"
"Sure... I think I can handle it though." Dave paused. "I mean it'll be a safe space, right?"
Kurt nodded. "Hopefully, yes. The remaining bullies have given the Glee club some problems but I haven't been personally targeted since prom so that's a good sign right?" Dave gave a nod/shrug thing and Kurt continued. "And we do have quite a few people who'll be backing us up."
Kurt motioned towards the black and white proof that he and Dave weren't alone in this.
Dave took a long look at the list detailing the names of the New Directions and TroubleTones, various family members, a couple of the cheerleaders Kurt and Mercedes had gotten to know, David's cousin and dad, a few staff members...
"Right, so there's all that." He shrugged again, pulling up the spare chair and sitting next to Kurt and grabbing what he'd been waiting for from the whirring printer. "I can do this. I really want to, since I kinda feel like it's the only thing I got going for me."
"David-"
"Now that I'm not doing sports and that's how I've defined myself forever it's gonna be hard, and I'm still kinda shitting bricks about joining Glee, excuse my French," Kurt rolled his eyes and Dave smirked, relaxing again. "But I have a good feeling about this," he added.
"Mm, plus it will look excellent on a college application," Kurt chimed in, studying David's face closely. He seemed satisfied with what he saw because he turned back to the PFLAG website and went back to business.
Dave was pulled out of his musing when Mercedes sat down next to him. He didn't turn off his music, just sort of gaped to himself when she gave him a small smile before turning to Blaine and Kurt and joining in on their conversation.
Shrugging off the strange feelings that went along with another of his ex-tormentee's showing him kindness (and ignoring the voice in his head saying that's not kindness, it's pity) Dave turned his focus back to his mutilated sandwich, missing the concerned look Kurt shot him before Mercedes corralled his attention, looking quite serious. From the snippets Dave caught over the music it seemed Mercedes wanted to do some sort of benefit for Quinn.
Dave lowered his music a bit, curious to hear more.
"I thought between her insurance and her dad the bills were covered?" Blaine asked, his furry eyebrows almost touching his shining hairline.
"I just spoke to Santana," Mercedes replied, voice dropping, "and apparently that- ugh no, I will not lose my temper," she seethed for a minute and Dave could almost feel her anger. "Apparently he said that if he has to foot any hospital bills he's gonna use Quinn's college fund." Kurt and Blaine's mouths dropped open, Kurt making a sound like an angry cat. "Seems to think Quinn deserves to understand the consequences of her actions once and for all, says it's her own fault she got into the accident in the first place-"
"He said that to Quinn?!" Kurt shouted, his eyes glowing, cheeks turning red.
"No, Santana heard him saying it to Judy in the waiting room before she kicked out the little," whatever Mercedes was dubbing Mr. Fabray was indecipherable, but with the now palpable rage flowing off of her they got the gist of it. "He's just lucky Puck was in the cafeteria," she grumbled out.
"What is with all these shitty parents," Dave wondered aloud, and he hadn't even realized he'd spoken until everybody looked at him.
"Well it's true," he defended himself against their surprised looks. "Look at Rachel's parents, or Kurt, your parents. They love and support you guys no matter what. And then you've got Quinn's dad pulling that crap and my mom-" he cut himself off, trying to ignore the ache and focus on the anger. "I just don't get why they even had kids in the first place."
They were all quiet, looking uncomfortable and unsure as to how to respond to that, and Dave breathed a sigh of relief when Rachel chose that moment to unceremoniously drop down next to Kurt, Finn sitting next to her. Finn greeted everyone while Rachel hid behind her hair.
"Rachel?" Mercedes said her name softly, and Rachel answered with a 'Hmm.'
"Um I need your help with something," Mercedes spoke softly, trying to catch Rachel's eye as she stirred her soy yogurt.
Rachel's head snapped up, revealing her red rimmed, puffy eyes and pink tipped nose.
"What's wrong now?" she questioned harshly, and Finn was instantly rubbing circles on her back and whispering soothingly in her ear. Dave watched the display and realized that that right there, girls being batshit crazy and dramatic, was one reason to be grateful for being gay. He held in his chuckle knowing it wouldn't be appreciate by the table.
When he tuned back in Rachel was crying, stammering about Quinn's future, and how could he, and he actually felt for the girl. She wasn't so bad, and she obviously really cared about her friends...
Dave was struck by an idea, and he thought he might be losing it again. But maybe, just maybe, she too, would forgive him his bullying and he could, like, recruit her to help him prepare for his big Glee audition. Fuck knew the chick needed something to keep her mind off of things, though he knew she had to be plenty busy with the benefit and Nationals and school. He'd heard from Kurt that she was even tutoring Puck, which heightened his respect for her even more.
He didn't know much about Berry but he knew the tern "high strung" fit her to a T, so she probably needed more distractions than the average person. Not to mention that Dave was gonna need all the help he could get if he was actually going to sing in front of people. And he just could not bring himself to ask Kurt.
Dave watched as Kurt and Blaine had turned to face Rachel and were sort of half spooned so they could both reach her, hands rested together on her arm (the two bits of sandwich he'd managed to swallow down seemed to bubble in his stomach), Finn's hand still rubbing a crying Rachel's back, Mercedes holding her hand across the table as tears flowed down her cheeks as well; they were all so comfortable and natural as they interacted and cared for each other- Dave felt the jealousy rise up and turned his music back up.
The Pearl Jam cover of "Love Reign O'er Me" began playing and Dave silently snorted at the sick cosmic joke his life sometimes felt like.
Puck had spent the whole weekend at the hospital, visiting hours and hovering mothers be damned, but he hadn't spoken to Quinn since he'd first arrived. Or rather, the facsimile (another of Rachel's word) of Quinn laying in the hospital bed and staring out of the window with shuttered eyes.
After Finn, Rachel, and Kurt had left the hospital Friday evening Puck had stared at the door for at least fifteen minutes wondering why he'd chosen to see her alone in the first place. Things had been strained, even more so if possible, between them at the best of time, and since everything that went down with Shelby... Yeah. He wanted to tell her about his e-mail to Shelby, but until he could talk to Shelby he didn't want Quinn jumping to conclusions.
With that decision made and his fifth repetition of, "You're an ambadassador dude, you can handle this," he pushed the door open quietly and saw Quinn lying there with her eyes closed. Her left hand looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, the left side of her head bandaged up. The bruises not obscured by gauze on her cheek and forehead had faded almost completely and Puck was seized with the urge to run his fingers over them.
He literally shook the thought out of his head before plopping into the chair next to the bed, a whoosh of air rushing from his lungs. He scrubbed both hands over his face and when he pulled them away Quinn was staring at him, expressionless.
She blinked a few times and moved to adjust her position, grimacing in pain at the pull of her collarbone.
"The hell Q, lie still," Puck huffed out, reaching over to help rearrange her pillows, stopping when she nodded.
"Thank you," she said, but her voice sounded robotic and her eyes drifted to the window.
He glanced between her and the window as a few birds built a nest on a phone pole outside, needing desperately to break the silence. What was he doing?
"I'm really glad you're okay," he sort of grunted out, and instantly wished he could take it back when Quinn let out a half gasp, half laugh.
"Yeah, I'm okay," she whispered. "I'm O-K." She said it like it was some sort of punch line.
"You're alive, I think that means somethin'," he returned, a touch of annoyance in his voice. Did she not realize how much worse it could've been?
"Yes Puck," she whispered, still looking out of the window but Puck can see the tears in her eyes. If he didn't feel so off kilter he would be relieved to finally get an emotional reaction out of her. She let out another watery, choked, and completely humorless laugh. "I'm alive so I can fully appreciate, once again, losing everything."
Puck sat frozen. Shit. He wasn't really good at this emotions stuff, and he thought to himself that it would have been better if this had happened while Rachel was here.
"No Glee, no Cheerios- nothing," she continued, and just as Puck was about to respond she squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a hiss of breath. When she opened them they were void once again. "I shouldn't be surprised."
"You still have Yale though," he said, trying to hide his resentment. She was still going to get the hell outta dodge.
A minute passed with no response from the blonde.
"I'm sure your leg'll be 100% by then... do they have cheerleading at that prep school for smokin' hot brainiacs?"
Still no response. Puck let out a quiet growl of frustration, not knowing what he could do. He opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say, when her eyes closed again, breath evening out. Puck tentatively reached out hold her hand.
"You'll be getting out of here soon, Q, just hold on," he whispered, and he wasn't sure if he was talking about the hospital or the dark place she had fallen in to. Either way, he resolved, he was going to make sure it happened.
Saturday afternoon Puck was startled awake by the ringing of his cell phone, cringing when he noticed Quinn watching him with her empty eyes.
"I'll be right back," he mumbled, unfolding himself from the chair. When she just continued staring he strode out into the hallway, passed by an equally stoic Judy as she walked in.
He walked down the hallway, answering the phone. "Hello?"
"How is she?"
Puck sighed. "Her body's healin' pretty good but she's, I dunno, broken or something."
"Like that poor girl needs more hardships," Shelby lamented, and Puck took the opening.
"Yeah well, that kinda why I called..."
It had been two weeks and four days since Quinn had woken up, and everyone in the club had worked hard to assure that someone went to see her every evening.
Mr. Schue and Coach Sylvester had been down the hall when the news had reached the wedding party, and while they had heard the commotion they'd no idea what had happened. Mr. Schuester called Rachel, but it went straight to voicemail. Sue had wandered to the bathroom, a feeling in her gut not attributed to the baby making her nauseous.
They'd stuck together until Will finally received a call from Burt letting him know had happened. In shock he relayed the information to Sue who'd looked stricken. He told Sue that Burt was going to keep him updated and offered her the elder Hummel's number but Sue informed him she had Judy on speed dial and would keep herself informed.
They parted ways and Will had steeled himself before heading home to break the news to Emma.
Once it was asserted that Quinn would be asleep for a few days, at least, and being kept informed by multiple people, Will, Emma, and Sue had decided against loitering at the hospital until she woke up but sent a few flower arrangements to brighten up her room.
Three days after she woke up Will was subjected to her physical injuries and icy demeanor for the first time. He felt his chest tighten, for once unsure how to reach one of his students. He and Emma had spent an hour there, both trying to coax a response from Quinn until she either fell asleep or feigned it. They left, but returned at least twice a week, with or without other members of New Directions.
Sue had taken to visiting when no one else was around (she was like some sort of ninja, the nurses hadn't even seen her) and giving Quinn status updates on the Cheerios, trying on multiple occasions to browbeat her into giving a reaction. So far it wasn't making a difference, but Sue was a bundle of hormones on a good day as of late. No way in hell was she giving up on Quinn. Not again.
Quinn seemed to drift in and out of awareness of her surroundings, maybe exchanging two or three sentence volleys with whoever was visiting, usually when they first arrived, before falling into silence, eyes staring unseeingly outside. The club members being who they were, though, forged ahead admirably.
They were also meeting every day after school, for at least an hour, to organize the benefit, maybe once a week practicing their scales, every couple of days someone would sing a song to convey their current feelings- they were either extremely depressing or hopeful and uplifting.
When the group had first approached Judy she'd been quite adamant about refusing the money, but when Santana - THE Santana Lopez - had yelled at her in Spanish and then broken down, the yelling dissolving into bilingual whimpering, she'd quickly changed her tune.
On Tuesdays after Glee adjourned Dave would meet Kurt at the Hudmel home, (the re-introductions to Mr. Hummel had been painfully awkward but only on Dave's part; Kurt later explained, when Dave had been all 'WTF, why is your Dad who hates me smiling and being NICE?!', that he'd gone to his father with a prepared and detailed monologue about how much Dave had changed, but he'd barely gotten out 'Dad, I've been spending a lot of time with David lately,' before his dad had sighed and caught Kurt in a tight hug. 'You are your mother's son,' he'd spoken against the top of Kurt's head before releasing him, and with an, 'I'm proud of you,' he'd left Kurt standing in the kitchen wondering when the pod-person transfer had occurred) for further PFLAG/GSA discussions. Sometimes Blaine was there, but he spent a lot of the time texting while ostensibly doing his homework while Kurt spent as much time trying not to look bothered by it.
Dave hadn't witnessed much PDA between the two besides handholding and scattered kisses on the cheek and forehead, and while he couldn't help but be grateful, it also made him intensely curious. They'd seemed the touchy feely type when he'd seen them together in the past.
Thursdays were the days that tested Dave the most, though. After getting out of Glee, Rachel (AND Mike AND Brittany, like whowhatwherewhen?!) would show up at his house to help him prepare for his big debut. When he'd first approached Rachel and told her what song he was going to perform her face had lit up (and Dave had been happy to see her smiling, yeah, but he'd also been a little terrified) and she'd announced, like it was common sense, that no Sinatra song could be performed without dancing, except maybe 'New York, New York'. Apparently she'd been quite serious, bringing Mike and Brittany along to spice up the whole shebang.
"You never know when this training will come in useful," she'd repeat every time Dave complained about the stupid step-ball-changes, and just before, he was sure, the steam started pouring out of his ears she'd prod him with a pointy finger, saying, "Just admit you're having a good time, and remember that you asked me to do this; now concentrate," and he'd chastise himself for acting ungrateful and try again.
By some serious miracle, considering Berry was involved, he'd been able to keep this information from Kurt, wanting it to be a surprise. He was scheduled to perform the upcoming Friday and he kept oscillating between excited and terrified.
Trying to bring himself back to the moment Dave grabbed up his phone to check the time. It was almost four thirty so Kurt should be getting out of Glee any minute. Dave put his phone down to go grab his sneakers and jacket when the tinny ringtone version of "Born This Way" started playing.
"Hey, how was Glee?" he greeted, just like he did every Tuesday.
"It was good. We figured out who's closing the show and settled on the date, which means we were finally able to put in the orders for the tickets and event booklets. The show will be the Saturday after next," he rushed out, "but never mind that. I'm so sorry to do this David, especially since we were going to schedule the first ever GSA meeting, but I'm going to have to ask for a rain check."
"Uh, yeah, no problem," Dave answered, struggling to keep his tone even. His Tuesday meetings with Kurt had already become an engrained part of his new schedule. What was he supposed to do instead?
"Is tomorrow alright?" Kurt asked, oblivious to Dave's panic.
"Sure, yeah, tomorrow is good." He was supposed to see Sonia tomorrow but he figured she would understand. Maybe she would be able to hang out today instead, keep Dave busy. He'd been avoiding free time, and his bedroom, like the plague. Thankfully they had a fully furnished guest room. He figured he'd survive sleeping in there until college, or until the memories weren't so fresh.
"David?" Kurt's voice rang out, followed by a huff like he'd been ignored. "I am really sorry, but-"
"It's no problem," Dave practically shouted, not being a fan of hearing Kurt apologize. Kurt should never feel guilty about anything he did to Dave, after everything. Dave bit his own tongue to keep from saying that, though- Kurt never responded well to things like that.
"Tomorrow when you get out of Glee?" If Dave sounded eager for assurance it was simply due to wanting to finally get the GSA up and running, nothing else.
"Tomorrow," Kurt affirmed. "We'll meet with Coach during our Thursday free period, instead of tomorrow. I'm a little scared to face her without a date set," he chuckled.
"Good idea. She seems even more excited about this than Rachel," Dave observed, laughing lightly himself, actively trying to squelch the still rising panic at his open evening.
"Thus the avoidance, David," Kurt said, mock condescendingly.
Dave laughed again, "I get it, believe me. Never had to do it myself but I watched her run a few kids so hard they puked."
"Ugh I missed that fun when Tanaka was Coach, good thing I gave up kicking. Also, thank you for the visual" Kurt said, sounding disgusted.
"I take it back, sorry to offend," he replied solemnly, holding back a smirk even if Kurt couldn't see him.
"As well you should," Kurt replied as snootily as possible before dropping the ball. "I really do have to go, though," he reminded Dave.
"Right," Dave sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Mhm, talk to you later, David."
"Bye," Dave said, staring at the phone for a second before shaking himself slightly, clicking through his contacts to call his cousin.
Kurt hung up the phone, wondering for the millionth time at the way talking to Dave could allay his nerves sometimes, and was about to steer himself away from THAT line of thought before a familiar voice did it for him.
"Hey, you ready to go?" Blaine inquired, his eyes on Kurt's phone.
"Um actually, could we talk on the bleachers?" he requested, wanting to forego the crowd and four walls of the Lima Bean. The nerves were back, and with them came a feeling of claustrophobia.
"It's freezing out," Blaine said, a confused look on his face.
"I know but I'd like some fresh air. And these jacket aren't just for fashion," Kurt motioned between their two torsos.
Blaine shrugged and nodded. "Why not."
They walked in silence to the football field while Kurt thought about how they'd gotten here. Today after Glee they'd shared a goodbye kiss and when they'd pulled away their eyes had met - in that moment they both seemed to come to some sort of conclusion, and Blaine had asked if there was anything Kurt wanted to tell him. Kurt had mimicked the question, annoyed at the tone Blaine had wielded. When his boyfriend's eyes darted to the floor before landing on his again, he felt knots form in his stomach. Blaine had simply said, "Coffee?" Kurt nodded before telling Blaine he needed to make a call and walked back into the empty choir room, fingers dialing Dave.
In the here and now they settled into the bleacher and the silence, though something they were both aware of, wasn't quite uncomfortable.
"I think we're both being a little overdramatic right now," Blaine finally said, a hint of amusement in his otherwise weary tone. "We've always been comfortable and never had to tiptoe around one another. Okay, I'll start," he took a deep breath, clasping both of Kurt's hands and locking their eyes together. The knots pulled at Kurt's insides.
"We love and respect each other, those are facts, right?" Kurt nodded in response, and Blaine seemed to take heart from the move, although Kurt noticed his palms seemed a bit clammy. "So I trust that you would never do something with the intention of hurting me, but I also understand that things happen and it can be unavoidable."
"Okay..." Kurt let out slowly, forehead knitting together, not sure where the younger man was going with this.
"Do you believe the same with me, Kurt? That I would never do something out of malicious intent to hurt you, but as they say, 'the best laid plans'?"
"What are you talking about?" Kurt bit out, sick of talking in hypotheticals.
"Just that you and I- we were each other's firsts in more than one way and you're my best friend, my confidante-"
"Your lover; or I was," Kurt added in, not liking where this was headed.
Blaine sighed, releasing Kurt's hands and shaking his head.
"I'm not the only one who's been closed off," he replied, looking mournfully dejected.
"So you admit it? It's not... you know things have been tough lately, with everything that's happened."
"Yes, and of course I'm aware. I'm living it too, you know," Kurt looked offended that Blaine thought he was insinuating otherwise. "That came out wrong, I'm sorry. It's just, two people who are in love help each other through the tough times. You and I have been using silent communication more often than not lately, like when I almost asked why you haven't gone to see Quinn, or when you almost answered." Kurt looked away and set his jaw at that. "And since you brought it up, let's talk about why we haven't slept together, why we've barely even kissed, recently."
"Might have something to do with how you've been practically attached to your phone, aka Sebastian, and he's who you're going to for comfort?" Kurt suggested accusingly, steering them away from the subject of Quinn. He just - couldn't.
"What's David doing tonight without you to keep him company?" Blaine replied, the same resigned and weary note in his voice. Before Kurt, who looked to be caught out and flailing for a response could reply, Blaine spoke again.
"Maybe I should resent him, and maybe you should resent Sebastian but..." He grabbed up one of Kurt's hands again, this time squeezing almost painfully, "Look at everything that's happened. Why should we hold on the bad feelings when there is so much good to feel? Why should we keep pretending we're happy when we can admit that maybe we're not as IN love as we thought? You and I will always have that place that only we know, babe," he said, tears forming in his eyes, and Kurt's own vision started to blur. "But I don't think we make each other happy; not the way we both deserve."
Kurt shook his head slowly, two fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Blaine wiped them away which only caused more to fall.
"You do though, you've made me so happy Blaine," Kurt whispered, his voice hoarse.
"And you, Kurt, have done so tenfold. I'm a better person because I know you, ya know?" his tears belying his weak smile.
"So why does anything have to change? Are you, did you fall in love with him?" Kurt didn't want to hear it, but he needed to know.
Blaine shook his head, but then he shrugged.
"He makes me feel something I've never felt before, so maybe?" Blaine looked out at the football field, not catching the wince Kurt let out at hearing that. "He's-"
"I don't want details. A yes or no would have sufficed," Kurt spat, moving to stand up.
"Wait, no I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be insensitive. It's not like I want to hear the reasons behind why you're blushing half the time you're texting Dave," he said, and Kurt was morbidly glad to hear just a little bitterness.
"It's not like that," Kurt denied, because it wasn't.
"Maybe it should be," Blaine said, face serious, and Kurt suddenly felt like he was outside of his own body, watching his life through a lens, a caption read 'Twilight Zone' fluttering on the bottom of the screen.
There was a tense moment where Blaine looked steadily back at Kurt's 'Are you another pod person?' expression with a 'What, somebody had to say it,' response before he grabbed Kurt up in a hug.
"I'm sorry Kurt, it just didn't seem fair. If I can feel this way for someone else - " Kurt cut him off with a squeeze before Blaine pulled back. "But I want you to be happy, too."
"I guess I, ah, understand," Kurt responded reluctantly, tear filled eyes downcast. "Do you plan on returning to Dalton?"
Kurt looked up at the noise Blaine made, a very ungraceful snort and slightly offended huff mixed together.
"You mean leave my very best friend - that would be you - and miss out on the upcoming PFLAG and GSA, AND skip on Nationals? Just because I think we're- well, the answer is no. You won't get rid of me that easily."
"Good," Kurt answered, and they sat there quietly, holding each other, letting the knowledge of what just passed sink in. Slowly they drifted apart but neither of them moved to leave, and they fell in to conversation about the GSA and how Bieste had demanded a start date by tomorrow. When Blaine said Dave's name, his first name, in regards to the club with no hint of resentment or irony, Kurt felt the knots unfurl slightly.
The words "break up" had been steadily avoided, but Kurt knew it had happened. And Kurt knew he'd be mourning this for a while, but he admired Blaine's honesty and knew that he, too, had to be hurting. A small part of him he was trying his best to ignore felt almost relieved.
Using Blaine, someone a year younger than him, as an example in maturely handling his first break up (although he knew it had to be a weird one, the way it was mostly undramatic, almost nonchalant) and reminding himself that he still had Blaine almost the same way he did before, Kurt asked what Sebastian was doing since they'd lost Regionals.
It was almost rewarding to see the surprise on Blaine's face before he answered, and when Kurt noticed the affection in Blaine's eyes he felt a slight stab of jealousy but he also found himself wondering if that was how he looked when he spoke about David.
Oh, and in case you can't tell, this is all un-beta'd, so don't be too harsh in your judgment of me, mkay? My only editor is Microsoft Word.
If you've made it this far, thank you, I love you, and YOU are why I write.