It was pretty ridiculous, Dave thought, to be walking through town almost at the middle of the night. Not to mention the fact that he was only wearing lounge pants and a thin cotton t-shirt. He'd been in such a hurry to leave the house, to escape the recaps of the previous day that wouldn't stop running through his mind that he'd even forgotten a jacket.Fuckit was cold. Dave thought he might have even seen snow flurries but maybe that was just the rheum in his eyes from sleep that wouldn't come.

Half an hour later and Dave was frozen but he'd finally reached his destination. He reached into his pocket for his phone but came up empty handed.Fuck. Most likely it was still sitting on his bedside table at home and a lot of fucking good that was doing him now.

Dave sat with one leg crossing the other, head pointed towards the T.V. It might have looked like he was immersed in whatever they were watching but in reality, he wouldn't even be able to tell what the show was about. He'd let Kurt have free reign over the movie pick for tonight; there was no way Dave could even think straight enough to decide on an appropriate film for them to watch. He couldn't get past the sad look that sat heavy in Kurt's eyes. It was tearing at his heart, knowing that his friend was sad and he couldn't do anything to change that. Nothing had even happened; Kurt was just simply missing Blaine. "Hey," he whispered, not wanting to interrupt Kurt's attention. "I'll be right back, okay? Wanna check something real quick."

Kurt moved his head slightly in Dave's direction to show that he was listening, though he kept his eyes on the T.V. in front of them. Not that he was particularly paying that much attention to the movie that was. He was still trying to pick himself up and put himself back together after his break-up with Blaine, and he often found his thoughts laying elsewhere, missing him. "Okay," Kurt simply replied with a nod, not questioning him, before fully turning his head back towards the T.V, trying to focus on the movie as it reached one of his favorite parts, not wanting to miss it despite the fact that he felt rather sad. A couple of minutes passed and Dave had yet to return, and Kurt found himself wondering where the other teen had disappeared to as he shifted back in his seat slightly, trying to get a little more comfortable.

Dave tried not to take too long but he also wanted to have things set up before making Kurt move. The night was just as he had hoped, clear and peaceful. It was maybe a little chillier than he wanted but it wasn't anything they couldn't handle. Once a blanket was in place, Dave slipped back into his apartment and pocketed his iPod, finally moving to the stove. It was a shame that he couldn't do this homemade but he simply didn't have the resources; that didn't mean he couldn't spruce up the store bought stuff. Dave emptied a couple packets into his pot of boiling water and started adding cinnamon and sugar to give the cider a little more flavor. "Kurt," he called from the section of his apartment designated as his kitchen. "Did you bring a coat?" He transferred the now-hot cider to a thermos and went around the small half wall that separated his living space and kitchen.

Kurt turned his attention from the movie to Dave as he was called. He frowned slightly in confusion, completely confused as to why he'd asked if he had a coat with him. "I've got my thick cardigan slash blazer..." he trailed off, pointing towards the yellow garment in question that was currently resting on a chair, neatly folded up. Kurt refrained from adding the fact that it was autumn and he felt the cold more than other people generally did so of course he'd worn a jacket. "Why? Has the heating gone or something?" he asked, that being the only explanation he could think of at the time for being the reasoning behind the question.

Dave didn't really know what a cardigan-slash-blazer was but it looked kind of like a coat. Kind of. It looked warm, whatever it was and Dave supposed that it would be enough to fight the slight chill in the air. Ignoring Kurt's question, Dave moved to the dvd player and paused the movie where it was. "You know what I miss most about Lima?" Kurt looked at him, bemused but Dave barged on, trying to pretend that he wasn't acting like a crazy person. "The stars. You don't really realize that you'll miss something like that until the lights from the city drown them out." You couldn't see the stars from the ground anywhere in NYC but Dave knew somewhere where they could see the stars. "Come with me. Wear your cardigazer," he said in a lame attempt at a joke and moved to put his jacket on.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Dave's pun, which he probably thought was clever though it wasn't really, but he couldn't help but crack a smile and huff a laugh at it. "Why? Why are we going?" he asked, going along with Dave's apparently brief moment of insanity as he obliged, standing up and grabbing his cardigan before gracefully putting it on with ease whilst Dave did the same. Honestly he thought the lights of the city were rather magnificent by their own regards but he chose to keep silent on that. Once his cardigan was buttoned up, Kurt glanced down at himself and neatly brushed off and adjusted his ensemble, ensuring that everything was currently sitting correctly on him. Pleased with the result, he turned to Dave and raised his eyebrows expectantly with a bemused expression on his face.

Dave watched as Kurt primped himself, smiling lightly in amusement at the sight. It definitely wasn't needed; Kurt always looked perfect no matter what he wore. Dave wasn't about to object to the brief moment in which he could watch Kurt without getting caught though and waited patiently until the other teen was ready. "You'll see. Follow me." Dave checked his pocket one more time to see that his iPod was still there and slid the thermos of cider off the counter, leading the way through a maze of doors and stair cases. He couldn't remember how he had ever found this path and strictly speaking, tenants weren't allowed on the roof. The lock on the door was broken though and as he led Kurt out into the chilly night air, he could see a fine layer of mist hanging low beneath them. It was almost like they were walking on clouds and with the stars hanging clear and vast above them, it was an easy thing to pretend.

Kurt followed Dave out of his apartment and through various corridors, doors and up several staircases, very much intrigued and curious as to what was going on and where he was taking him. Walking up the stairs, Kurt found himself growing a little anxious as he still had no idea where Dave was directing him to, and whilst he loved surprises, he hated the not knowing and the premise of it sounded like something from a horror movie, but that feeling was immediately shaken off. He trusted Dave. Kurt supposed that they would be going outside considering that they were heading upwards, both were wearing jackets and the other teen was clutching a thermos. His theory was proven correct as Dave led him through a door and out onto the roof, the stars shining brightly above them. "Are you sure we're allowed to be up here?" Kurt asked, his eyes quickly flickering around at the sight that surrounded them.

Dave grinned slightly as he led Kurt over to where the blanket was set up, curling himself down upon it. "Strictly speaking?" The look Kurt gave him could only be described as exasperated, making Dave's smile grow even more. "Come on, Fancy. That rule is only in place so people don't think they can come up here and throw themselves to the grown." He patted the spot next to him, looking at Kurt with a hopeful expression. There was a huffing noise in response and Dave took that as an affirmative; he reached out, twining his fingers together with Kurt's and tugged lightly. "I'll even let you have the first drink of cider," he said with a grin, as though he had just offered the best gift in the world.

Kurt sighed and glanced around the rooftop. He was pretty certain that they weren't supposed to be up there on the roof, but Dave seemed to want to be there and if you ignored the chill in the air, it was rather nice out and it was nice to actually see the stars for once. "Ooh, lucky me," he sarcastically said, giving in and letting Dave pull him down towards the ground by the hand. Kurt sat down on top of the blanket next to the other teen and tucked his legs underneath him to the side. "What's all of this for anyway? You miss the stars so much that you've decided to set up camp on your rooftop?" he asked, slightly bemused by the whole situation.

Dave rolled his eyes and leaned back on his elbows, looking up at the sky. "It's not for anything. It's just nice up here, kinda like the best of both worlds. You can still tell that you're in the city but you can tell remember that there's a world outside here." He unscrewed the top of the thermos, passing it to Kurt before rolling down to lay on the blanket completely. Maybe someone like Kurt, who was in love with the city, didn't think it was all that spectacular but Dave could honestly say it was one of his favorite discoveries since moving to the city. Nothing beat the Big Gay Ice Cream Shop though. "Besides, it's nice to get some fresh air. Well... As fresh as it gets in New York, at least." He poked Kurt lazily in the leg, keeping his gaze trained on the sky. It was pretty out tonight.

Kurt smiled down at Dave, bemused, as he poked him in the leg before following his intent gaze towards the sky. "I guess," he half-heartedly said, not particularly agreeing with him. He poured out some cider and took a sip whilst looking at the view of the night sky above them. Screwing the top of the thermos back on, Kurt placed it down on the blanket and shuffled back so that he was level with where Dave was lying, and he leaned back on his hands, his long legs outstretched in front of him. "I like the city though," he said, continuing his previous train of thought. Like was an understatement though; Kurt loved New York and it was everything that he'd dreamed of. "Everything's so much bigger and brighter here, and it's nice being in a sort of city bubble, feeling separate from the world out there," he mused.

Dave frowned, hearing the disagreement in Kurt's voice. It wasn't that Dave didn't like the city, he did, but he also liked knowing that there was more out there. He kinda thought that Kurt would too. "Maybe," he said in reference to Kurt's views on New York. "But the entire time I've known you, you've had two areas of interest: fashion and Broadway. You've kinda gotta be bigger than the city for both of those areas, right? Your fashions have to be universal to make it big and on Broadway you have to transcend your area if you want to bring in people for your shows. Staying in the NYC bubble won't help you for either." Dave rolled his head to look at Kurt, raising an eyebrow at him in inquiry. "Though, maybe I'm just thinking too much."

Kurt listened as Dave spoke, simply gazing up at the stars whilst battling with his own thoughts. He knew that the other teen was ultimately very much correct, but only if he had a chance at getting anywhere near successful at either of his two primary fields of interest, which he most definitely didn't. He couldn't get into NYADA and he'd been interning at Vogue for a while now and he was still doing the unpaid gofer work, relying on his part time job as a mechanic for some independant income. Kurt gently shook his head in disagreement at Dave's latter comment. "No, it's fine. You'd be right if I actually had a shot out there." He briefly paused. "I guess right now I'm just content with simply being here in New York, being around like-minded people and forgetting about everything and everyone out there that I'm not good enough for," he sadly said, keeping his eyes trained ahead.

Dave frowned and sat up, moving closer to Kurt. "Hey, don't talk like that." His hand reached out for Kurt's, twining their fingers together. It was actually physically painful for him to know that Kurt thought so little of himself, when Dave thought so highly of him. "You have a lot of shots. You just have to look in the right spots for them." An urge to kiss his friend on the forehead and tell him it would be okay overcame him, though he settled on wrapping his arms around Kurt's slender frame and pulling him in for a quick, tight hug. "Don't let me hear you say you aren't good enough again," he whispered before pulling away. "Because there has never been a statement that was more wrong." A sudden idea stuck; Dave had only brought the iPod out so that they could have some background noise but now he had an even better plan for the tiny device. Thankfully, the Wifi still worked where they were. Dave signed into his Pandora station, quickly making a station for a specific song, knowing that it would give similar songs to serve his purpose, and paused it before anything could start playing. Dave stood, pulling Kurt up with him by their still entwined hands, and smiled. "I think, my friend, that I owe you a dance. My apologies for being two years late."

Kurt smiled sadly as Dave joined their hands together and relaxed into the embrace that was all too brief for his liking at the moment. "As sweet as that is, I'm afraid you're very much mistaken." He couldn't fathom how Dave could have so much faith in him and his abilities, and think so highly of him, when his track record clearly proved otherwise; Kurt was never good enough. He wasn't masculine enough for the lead in West Side Story, he wasn't popular enough to win Senior Class President, he wasn't talented enough for NYADA and he wasn't good enough to be Blaine's boyfriend. Honestly feeling as though he was never enough for anything or anyone, Kurt sighed and glanced upwards at the stars, enjoying the comfort that holding Dave's hand provided. He allowed Dave to pull him up by their intertwined hands so that he was standing once more, puzzled as to what was going on. Dave really seemed to be full of oddities and surprises tonight. "...What are you doing?" he asked, frowning in confusion, wondering where Dave was going with this. "Don't be silly. You don't owe me anything."

Dave shook his head in disagreement. "I'm not mistaken. That would be you because I know how talented you are and I know you're going to do big things. There's no doubt in my mind." He led Kurt further back onto the roof until they stood in the exact middle and Dave's finger toyed with the touch pad in anticipation of what he was about to do. The embarrassment would be worth it. He hoped, at least. "Oh but I do. We were prom kings together and I walked out before we could ever share our courtly dance." Dave tugged Kurt closer and finally let go of his hand. "I'm not letting you get out of this just so you know. Get ready." A smile graced his lips as his finger came down upon the play button and the music started to blare. The shock on Kurt's face lasted well through the first verse and as the chorus started to play into the night, Dave started dancing the most ridiculous dance known to mankind. "C'mon, Fancy. You're really not going to let me do the Macarena on my own, are you?

Kurt continued to frown in confusion, refraining from pointing out that he'd actually won Prom Queen, not King, curious as to what Dave was up to and not particularly wanting to think about that particular aspect of that night, being the most humiliating moment of his life. His mouth dropped open in shock as the music started playing and Kurt simply stared wide-eyed at Dave, completely shocked, wondering if he was about to do what he thought he was. And when he did once the chorus came around, he was unable to stop himself from bursting into laughter. "You're actually insane," Kurt struggled to say in between laughs, unable to stop laughing at the sight of Dave Karofsky dancing, terribly, along to the Macarena right in front of him. He wished he had his phone with him to record it because it was truly a hilarious sight, and would make excellent blackmail material for the future. "There's no way I'm dancing along to that. You're on your own," Kurt said, shaking his head, still laughing.

Dave shrugged as well as he could while fumbling through the motions. Dancing wasn't his strong point, no matter what Schuester might have told him back in his junior year. "You're the one who's missing out!" he said cheerfully as he tried to keep pace with the song, sticking his arms out and on his hips, shaking his ass at the appropriate times. "You just wish you could look as awesome as I do right now." He caught sight of Kurt's twinkling eyes before hopping into the next position, attempting to sing along as the chorus came back around. "A LOCK A WAY A POLLY HE A MACARENA! I DON'T KNOW THE FUCKING WORDS SO LALALALA HEYYY MACARENA! AYE!." He was making a lot of noise but with all the drunks that lived in the neighborhood, no one would even question it. Making a complete fool of himself was worth it for the laughter that was erupting behind him. One thing was for sure, Kurt wasn't thinking about anything else besides how ridiculous Dave was right now.

Kurt continued to laugh along at Dave's crazy antics, unable to believe that this was actually happening right in front of him. All negative and self-deprecating thoughts about himself were completely gone from his mind, instead only thinking of how much of a complete and utter goofball Dave looked as he tried to sing and dance along to the song, getting the impossible to remember words wrong. "Right," Kurt said, his voice coming out higher than usual, "you caught me. I'm completely jealous that I'm not making myself look like a ridiculous fool." His laughter got even louder once Dave began to shake his butt along to the music, wondering if he'd entered an alternate universe or something like that. "That's not much of a courtly dance, you know," Kurt lightly commented once he'd managed to get his laughing and breathing under control a little.

Dave kept up his crazy dance, aware of the fact that it was doing what he had intended. At least he hoped; if Kurt still was hating on himself after this then Dave would be the one feeling like a failure. His next hop brought him facing Kurt once more and Dave couldn't help grinning at the sight of pure mirth on his face. "Of course it is! Queen Elizabeth does this dance every night, I'll have you know. It keeps her young." This was what he wanted, for Kurt to have a few moments of not thinking. Plus, he'd never heard his friend laugh quite so openly and without abandon. Dave kind of never wanted it to end. The song was almost over though, about ready to enter the final chorus, and he had no clue what the next song would bring. With a wide grin, Dave reached out and pulled Kurt to him before the boy could protest, sliding behind him and grabbing his hands. They were going to dance the Macarena, damn it. Even if it was the last go through of the chorus.

Kurt erupted into laughter once more at the mental image Dave had provided him of Queen Elizabeth II doing the Macarena, which was almost as hilarious as watching his friend dance to it right in front of him. Almost. "You're crazy," he said, enjoying the show being put on for him, his laughter dying down once more. He was equally glad and disappointed when the time for the final chorus came around; both not wanting this spectacle to come to an end because it was just too funny and wanting to be able to breathe properly. However, before Kurt knew it, Dave had a hold of his hands once more and was standing right behind him, forcing him to go through the motions of the dance routine for the song. "I can't believe you're making me do this," Kurt half heartedly grumbled between laughs, allowing Dave to move him as he pleased, unable to refrain from wiggling his hips to the beat of the music.

Dave started laughing too, the nonsensical situation finally catching up to him. If anyone had told him that he would one day be doing the Macarena with Kurt Hummel on the roof of his New York apartment, Dave would of laughed himself silly. Much like he was doing now. "You're a wonderful dancer," Dave commented in between gasps for air. They didn't even make it through all of the motions, only getting to the part where Kurt's hands came behind his head, before they were both laughing so hard that it made it impossible to finish. Somehow they wound up hugging each other, maybe a little bit of holding each either up since they were both breathless from laughing so much. It was then that the song switched and Dave realized too late that he usually kept his Pandora on shuffle so that he wouldn't get bored with one type of music. Obviously it was on his Sinatra station but with the slow tone of the song, it had to be the Michael Buble version. The last bit of laughter died in his chest as he glanced down at Kurt, his heart skipping a beat. A thousand questions and protests ran through his mind but Dave immediately decided to fuck it all. He pulled Kurt closer so that their bodies were centimeters apart and began to sway softly with the boy he was in love with to the soft sounds of The Way You Look Tonight.

Kurt continued laughing as they apparently gave up on the dance as they were both laughing too hard and he ended up with an arm wrapped around Dave, simultaneously leaning against him and holding the other teen up whilst their laughs gradually calmed down. He couldn't quite believe that that had actually just happened and he wondered what was up with Dave tonight because he had never known him to do anything like that before. Though Kurt supposed that he didn't really know all that much about him, despite their friendship and how much Kurt honestly enjoyed spending time with him. Kurt raised an eyebrow inquisitively up at Dave as he was pulled closer to him, with Dave's hands comfortably settling around his waist, further proving that he was definitely full of surprises tonight. Deciding to play along, Kurt moved his arms away from Dave's middle and placed his forearms up on Dave's shoulders, his hands resting loosely close to each other behind his neck. "See, now that's a song to have a courtly dance to," Kurt said, looking at Dave with a smile twitching at the corner of his lips, recognizing what the song was. "Worthy of royalty... Unlike the Macarena." His slight smile turned into a grin and he chuckled at the thought of it once more.

Dave's heart was doing that weird thing where it beat too fast; it was something he'd grown accustomed to since they had begun seeing each other on a weekly basis. The sensation no longer phased him or made him pull away in embarrassment. Instead, he allowed his chin to drop fractionally until it rested to the side of Kurt's head, almost like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together. Or maybe that was just Dave being overly sentimental. "Hey, I still maintain that Lizzy adds years to her life by getting her groove on to Los Del Río. No one can be a badass like the Queen without a little Latin influence." He felt Kurt's chuckle against his chest, unable to fight the smile that curled at his lips. This was literally the stuff dreams were made of and since he'd already made a fool of himself tonight, Dave decided he couldn't be any worse off. In the middle of the second verse, Dave picked up the lyrics, singing softly while they swayed. "You're lovely, with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft. There is nothing for me but to lovve you and the way you look tonight."

Kurt chuckled once again at the mental image of the Queen of England dancing to the Macarena, trying not to think of Dave dancing along to it so that he wouldn't end up out of breath due to hysterically laughing again. He was about to respond with a witty comment when Dave started singing and Kurt promptly closed his mouth, not wanting to interrupt, and instead simply stared ahead at the scenery around them as they gently swayed together in time to the music, smiling slightly to himself at the other's singing. It suddenly struck Kurt how intimate and, well, romantic the situation was; slow dancing to Bublé on a New York rooftop, under the stars, with his dancing partner singing along. He was aware of Dave's feelings towards him and he didn't want to give him the wrong impression by going along with whatever was happening; he still had absolutely no idea what was going on and he was confused as to how they'd gone from dancing ridiculously to slow dancing. However at the same time, Kurt found that he rather liked it; dancing with Dave. It felt nice, safe and warm, and he couldn't understand why. They'd hugged various times before and this was similar in some respects, but it felt different and just... natural for some unknown reason. Dancing with Blaine had never been like this and Kurt definitely didn't want to put an end to it. Deciding not to question it anymore and to just do what he wanted, Kurt rested his cheek on Dave's shoulder and closed his eyes, continuing to sway along to the music and trying to ignore the growing feeling of butterflies in his stomach.

Dave looked down with tenderness as Kurt's head came to rest on his shoulder and he was somewhat reminded of the few times that they had fallen asleep near each other; it was a warm and comforting feeling, maybe it should have been awkward considering the nature of their relationship but it wasn't. It almost felt as though they'd been doing this their entire life. With a smile, Dave continued on with the song, singing low and trying to match the crooner's voice as best as he could. "Yes, you're lovely. Never eveer change. Keep that breathless charmm. Won't you please arrange it? Cause I looovee you just the way you look tonight." As a brief musical interlude played, Dave pulled Kurt slightly closer, not even realizing as his eyes fluttered shut, his feet moving of their own accord. It was all so right. Hopefully this wouldn't get him in trouble once the song was over.

Kurt smiled slightly to himself as Dave continued to sing, his eyes still closed, lost in the moment and not particularly caring about what he should or shouldn't do because at that instant, everything felt right. Except for the feeling of butterflies that refused to go away, and he couldn't fathom why he had them. Kurt knew that they weren't from feeling anxious because he'd long stopped being afraid of Dave; he was a completely different person now, and there was only one other reason as to why you got them... But that was completely and utterly absurd. There was no way that he could like him, they were just friends. Kurt simply liked spending time with him, be it movie nights or what have you, and Dave had been perhaps his main comforter through his break up with Blaine, and they got along well together. Incredibly well, even, and he found Dave really sweet too. Even earlier in the year he'd thought that, with all the effort he'd gone to for Valentine's Day, before they were friends, and if Kurt was being completely honest with himself, he would've given Dave a chance if he'd been unattached at the time because that had been the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for him. As Dave pulled him closer, the feeling of butterflies strengthened, proving to Kurt what he was currently wondering because it was a similar feeling to when he'd first started talking to Blaine. Oh God, Kurt thought, I think I might like him. Growing tired of trying to decipher his thoughts, Kurt sighed softly and tried to simply stay in the present moment. He was enjoying dancing with Dave and the song was almost over so he'd simply make the most of it whilst he could, and try to make sense of everything later.

Dave continued to sing after the brief musical interlude, his voice combining with Michael's to carry off into the night. Though he had no idea what Kurt was feeling at the moment, Dave knew he never wanted the song to end. It was a bittersweet feeling. Before he had hoped that his feelings might fade one day and that Kurt could get the comfort of knowing that his friend wasn't constantly thinking about him in a romantic way. Now, he knew that that would never happen. He would forever be stuck in a world of unrequited love. "But," he thought as Kurt snuggled closer. "I think I can deal with that." The last few notes of the song played and Dave stayed in the position they were in, almost as though they were embracing, for just a few moments longer. Pandora chose that moment to shuffle to his Fever Ray station and the creepy electronic music just didn't have the same feel. Swallowing hard, Dave pulled away slightly, looking down at Kurt. "Uh... I hope you don't have any plans on November 15th."

Kurt lifted his head from Dave's shoulder and pulled away somewhat as the music changed to some weird song he'd never heard before and the mood instantly vanished. Unfortunately he couldn't say the same about the fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach, however, but he wasn't going to think about that right now. Moving his hands to rest on Dave's shoulders, Kurt looked up at him and frowned in confusion, finding what he'd said to be rather random, especially considering what they'd just been doing. But then again, the other teen had proved to be rather unexpected the entire evening so he supposed it wasn't really all that random after all. "Why? What's November 15th?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "Have you got a hockey competition? I've said I don't mind going to cheer you on sometimes, so I can go if you want me to," he said, instantly assuming that that's what Dave's comment was about.

Dave blushed slightly under Kurt's inquisitive stare, knowing it had been such a random question after sharing a slow dance. It kinda sounded to Dave that he was about to ask Kurt to do it in a more formal setting. Fortunately, that didn't seem to be Kurt's line of thinking. Dave sighed and shook his head. "No, no. Not hockey. And I wouldn't be asking you so far in advance if it were just a game. Just... Here." His arm was still around Kurt's waist and he pulled the other boy down on the blanket with him, sitting close enough so that their legs were pressed against one another. He brought out his phone, typing in a link while starting to ramble. "We kinda made a deal earlier this year and I don't know if you forgot with everything going on or if you just didn't want to bring it up but the end of the year is coming and I never back out on my promises or at least I try not to and..." Dave took a breath, realizing that had been one long run on sentence. It was easier to just show Kurt. "Here," he said again, handing over his phone where the tickets sat.

Kurt allowed Dave to pull him down onto the blanket next to him, somewhat confused as to what was happening on that specific date if it wasn't a hockey game, and they didn't plan movie nights that far in advance. He watched Dave as he rambled, a bemused smile threatening to appear on his face, whilst quickly adjusting the sleeves of his cardigan, pulling them down to his wrists. Accepting the phone, still being absolutely none-the-wiser as to what the other boy was talking about, Kurt looked at the screen. His eyes widened comically and his jaw dropped open as he saw that Dave had tickets to see Wicked, and he was suddenly reminded of the deal that they'd made back in Lima, in July. They'd promised to stay in touch, which they'd definitely done, and for Dave to teach him how to ice skate in exchange for making sure that Kurt saw something on Broadway before the year was up. "No," he said, feeling rather guilty and selfish. He shook his head and thrusted the phone back into Dave's hands. "I can't accept that. You've already done so much for me. That's... no. You shouldn't have done that."

Dave watched Kurt carefully as he looked at the screen and internally processed what he was seeing. He wasn't sure what reaction he thought Kurt would have but it had been along the lines of excitement and happiness, not what appeared to be utter disbelief and refusal. "Kurt..." He let the sentence trail off as he set the phone aside, heart pounding wildly as he reached out to turn Kurt so that they were facing each other. Automatically, his hand reached out to grab Kurt's, their fingers twining together easily. "I wanted to do it. It's Wicked, Kurt. It's the show of your dreams. I'm not going to return the tickets. If you really don't want to go, I guess I can take Rachel but..." The pad of his thumb brushed reassuring circles on the back of Kurt's palm as Dave looked on hopefully. "I got them with you in mind and it won't be the same with anyone else. If you want, we can make this your combined Christmas and birthday present I just... I'd really like you to be the one going."

Kurt inhaled softly as Dave reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together as he watched on before looking back up at the other teen, his heart suddenly beating faster. Honestly, he was a little overwhelmed with how utterly sweet, and incredibly grand, the gesture was but it wasn't fair. Dave did so much for him; he'd helped him move into his apartment, given him an ice skating lesson, comforted him through his relationship troubles and ultimate break up with Blaine, and now this. And what did he do in return? But then again, Dave seemed to really want him to go. He was being stupid. He'd been given the opportunity to see his all time favorite musical which Kurt had never had the opportunity to see before, and here he was trying to deny himself it by being far too gracious and polite, and outright refusing it. "Well," Kurt drew out. "I suppose it would be rude for me to refuse seeing as you want me to go that much." He smirked coyly at Dave before reality began to sink in. He was going to see an actual Broadway show on an actual Broadway stage, and Wicked no less. Kurt's smirk quickly turned into a bright, wide grin. Removing his hand from Dave's, he practically threw himself at the other boy with what Kurt would deny being a squeal, and he wrapped his arms tightly around him in a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Kurt excitedly said.

Dave 's lips quirked upward at the coy act that Kurt was playing, watching him with the same hopeful look. He didn't know what he'd do if Kurt said no. Honestly, he hadn't even thought that it was an actual possibility before this moment but it looked like things were turning around. "So... That's a yes?" He had barely gotten the words out when suddenly, Kurt had launched himself at Dave. Humming lightly, Dave slid his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him close. Somehow they seemed to keep ending up in this position. Not that Dave minded; he could spend the rest of his life like this, simply within Kurt's presence if he were allowed. His pulse was racing, his heart thumping in earnest against his ribs, and Dave knew Kurt could probably feel it. Right now, he didn't even care. "So," he said without letting Kurt go. "Eight pm on November 15th. Me, you, and the cast of Wicked." Not to mention the hundreds of other people they'd be seeing it with.

Kurt grinned and nodded in response. "It's a date," Kurt resolutely said, already mentally planning out his ensemble for the occasion. Suddenly his eyes widened and his body stiffened as he realized what he'd just said and how it could potentially be misconstrued. Pulling away from the hug, but still keeping his hands on Dave's shoulders, with Dave's arms still around his waist, he looked at the other boy. "I mean, not that it's um..." He trailed off, trying to find the right words to explain what he meant before promptly giving up on it, realizing that he was being stupid. "You know what I mean." Kurt couldn't believe it. He was actually going to be seeing Wicked! "I can't believe this. I'm so excited! Thank you!" He placed a quick, somewhat enthusiastic kiss on Dave's cheek before hugging tightly him once more, unable to stop grinning from the excitement.

Dave knew that Kurt hadn't actually meant an actual date and he watched in bemusement as the other teen struggled to cover his faux pas. With a barely perceptible sigh, Dave waved off Kurt's stammerings and forced a smile on his face. "I know what you meant. Friends going for a night out at the uh... Theater?" It would be wrong to ruin the moment by his stupid, longing heart and feelings that would never be reciprocated. He was happy with the way thing were, really he was. The feelings were just so hard to forget at moments like this, when Kurt was in his arms and they were hugging each other. Dave took a deep breath and pushed everything to the back of his mind; there would be time to dwell on stuff later. He hugged Kurt tighter for just a moment, letting his chin rest on the other's shoulder. Then, ignoring his aching heart, Dave pulled back, smile intact and gestured towards the door. "It's getting a little chilly. Did you want to head in or should we enjoy the view a little while longer?"

Kurt was relieved that Dave knew what he'd meant by the comment. He was usually somewhat careful about what he said around the other teen, in consideracy to Dave's feelings for him and not wanting to lead him on. He knew what it was like, and he didn't want to make it any worse by giving him the impression that it would be a date. Even if it did sound rather date-like, and Kurt found that he wouldn't be completely opposed to it being so. He glanced around, trying to come to a decision as to what they should do. "We might as well stay out here a little longer and make the most of the view," he said with a slight shrug, still unable to stop smiling about what would be happening in the very near future. Settling back into a more comfortable position on the blanket, Kurt brought his legs up and tucked them underneath him, to the side, adjusting the hem of his cardigan so he'd keep as warm as possible. "Besides, you still have some cider left."

Dave let his legs stretch out in front of them, though admittedly he was sitting closer to Kurt than was probably necessary. Whatever. He took his earlier position of leaning back on his elbows and looking up at the sky, noting the positions of the stars and the constellations they made up. "Pegasus." Even with his head turned towards the sky, Dave could feel Kurt's inquisitive glance at the seemingly random word. "It's a constellation," he clarified. " C'mere." When Kurt didn't move, Dave sat up slightly, wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him back to the blanket with him. A huff of annoyance sounded next to his ear and Dave grinned at the small noise. "Okay look straight up. See that bright star?" It was the brightest one currently within sight of them so it was hard to miss. "That's Scheat. It's where the pegasus' leg begins. See how it forms a kind of square? That's the body."

Kurt huffed in mock annoyance as Dave pulled him back onto the blanket with him, with his arm staying around his waist and their bodies incredibly close to each other. It wasn't particularly comfortable being on the ground like that and perhaps under usual circumstances, Kurt would protest. On this instance, however, he was very curious as to what Dave was talking about, still finding him to be full of surprises this evening. Following the other boy's directions, Kurt looked up at the stars in the sky, squinting his eyes in concentration a little to try and find the stars that he was referring to. He didn't really know anything about stars of the celestial kind, he was much more knowledgeable when it came to movie and theatre stars. "Oh, okay. I think I see it..." Kurt said with a slight nod, not really thinking that it looked like much but somewhat fascinated all the same. He glanced at Dave beside him before turning his attention back to the sky. "I wasn't aware that you knew about astronomy."

Dave continued to point out the stars, tracing his finger through the air as he showed Kurt where Enif, the nose, was. "My sister has a tendency to switch majors in school. She went through this phase where she swore she was going to join NASA or some shit, made me study all the majors constellations and planet positions with her, only to find out that she couldn't handle the uh... Speed training, I guess it is?" Dave remembered going to the Kennedy Space Center with her for a day of fake astronaut training and how green Trix had been after getting off the spaceflight simulator. It hadn't been a pretty moment. He turned his head to look at Kurt and was a bit taken aback by just how close they were. Forcing himself not to react, Dave continued with a smile. "I can also illegally fly you around in a two person plane, if you're into that." Trix and her weird ass majors; he missed her.

Kurt raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Seriously?" he said with a slight smile before pausing for a few moments. "I must admit, you really are full of surprises tonight, but I have to say that nothing beats you doing the Macarena. I just wish I had that on video; it'd be an instant Youtube sensation," he teased, gently nudging Dave's shoulder and chuckling softly at the memory. It was true though. Tonight it seemed that he was seeing a whole new side to the other teen, or maybe he was just seeing him in a completely different light. Either way, Kurt had to say that he liked it, not wanting to put much thought into the why though. Turning his attention back to the night sky, he shivered as a cold, gentle breeze made it's way through the air and he pulled the bottom of his sleeves down a bit in an attempt to stay as warm as he possibly could.

Dave hummed slightly, acknowledging the fact that it was true. He had a lot of random skills from his sister's various attempts at discovering a major but those skills had never proved to be useful before now. "Maybe I'll do it again for you one day," he teased. "Anything to help you on your way to internet fame, my friend." They laid in companionable silence for a while, with Dave hoping that he had managed to successfully get Kurt's mind off Blaine for the time being, when he noticed the smaller boy shivering out of the corner of his eye. Dave sat up and slid off the blanket, before sliding his arm under both Kurt and the piece of cloth. "Here," Dave said as he pulled Kurt up to lean against his side. "Cover up." He offered a corner of the cover to Kurt. Once he had accepted it, Dave slid an arm around his waist to keep him steady.

Kurt gently shook his head. "No, I think you'd be the one reaching internet fame. Who knows? Next thing we know, you could be a back-up dancer for Beyoncé," he teased back in response, chuckling at the thought of it. He frowned in confusion as Dave shuffled about but didn't pay too much attention to it, at least until the other teen pulled him against his side and offered him a corner of the blanket to cover himself with. "Oh. Thanks," Kurt said with a small, grateful smile and he pulled it around him the best that he could whilst Dave put his arm around his waist. He felt as though he should probably try to set some distance between them but honestly, right now that was the one thing furthest from Kurt's mind. It was nice, and warm, and so he simply wouldn't think about what he should do. Still shivering a little, he snuggled into the blanket, grateful for the extra warmth that Dave provided, and glanced back at the stars, enjoying the view, before resting his head on the other boy's shoulder, figuring that would be a more comfortable position, and would keep him warmer too. Plus it had felt nice earlier.

Dave tapped his fingers awkwardly against the steering wheel, not knowing what to say to break the heavy silence that lay between them. Something was up, that much was obvious and with recent posts online from both Kurt and Blaine, it was easy to guess what the topic concerned. Dave sighed and glanced at Kurt from the corner of his eye. "You wanna talk about it?"

Kurt briefly glanced over at Dave as he broke the silence, pulling him out of his deep thoughts about his current situation with Blaine before he resumed his gaze back to the window, watching the city race by. "No, not really," Kurt quietly said with a small shrug, knowing exactly what Dave was referring to. "Besides, there's not much to talk about so it doesn't matter."

Dave nodded. He wasn't going to push for details when Kurt didn't want to talk about it, even if there was more to the story. "Okay." He drove on in silence, with nothing but mid day New York traffic to occupy his mind. It wasn't until they were about half-way to their destination when Dave remembered something. "Can you open the glove compartment and take my iPod out?" He waited until they were safely at a stop light before plugging the device in. He scrolled down to a playlist that was simply titled K and clicked. "I didn't really think you'd like the music I usually play," he explained. "So I went online and searched for the best songs of Broadway and... Yeah."

Kurt couldn't help but smile a little at the admittedly rather sweet gesture as 'No One Mourns the Wicked' started playing. "Oh, you didn't have to go to that much trouble," Kurt said, touched by the thought of it. "It's your car, I wouldn't have minded listening to the music you like." He paused for a beat. "Granted I'd probably rather listen to this but it's hardly fair on you. You somehow don't quite strike me as Broadway fan." He chuckled awkwardly. "Plus I've been on many roadtrips with my Dad and had to endure hours of constant Mellancamp. If I can survive that, I think I could handle just about anything."

Dave smirked and relaxed into his seat, feeling more comfortable with Kurt talking. "It wasn't any trouble. All I did was Google Best Broadway Songs, point, click, and download." Well, he had actually gone to iTunes so that he could purchase two albums. Wicked because he knew it was one of Kurt's favorites and Dave had read the book that is was based off, and Rent because Dave was somewhat familiar with the songs. "It's fine, really. I don't mind. Fever Ray doesn't seem like your thing." He smiled softly at Kurt before following the directions emitting from his GPS and making a right turn.

Kurt rolled his eyes at how Dave was downplaying the effort he'd apparently made. "It's still more trouble than you should have gone to. It's definitely appreciated though," he said with a slight smile, the song from his all time favorite musical already lifting his spirits somewhat. He frowned at the mention of the apparent band Dave mentioned, having not heard of them before, at least he didn't think he had. "Well, if you're sure... But I insist that you listen to whatever it is you listen to on the way back, seeing as it'd only be fair."

Dave shrugged at Kurt's attempt at bargaining, knowing that there was no way he could put up with his usual driving music for long. "We'll see. But you don't really get to argue; my car, which means I'm in charge of the tunes." He could hear Kurt huff lightly besides him and grinned at the noise. "I really don't mind this though," he said as the iPod shuffled to yet another song from Wicked. "It's kinda cool because like with this, I can sit here and think about the differences in the music to how things are portrayed in the book. It seems a lot different honestly."

Kurt quickly jerked his head towards Dave, the surprise evident on his face. "You've read the books? Seriously?" he asked, completely non-believing. He shifted around in his seat to face Dave more so he could talk to him a little better. "They are rather different. The show's based more off of the movie as opposed to the original novel, and simplified a lot for the stage," he said, growing increasingly excited being able to talk about it and all thoughts of his current relationship status with Blaine pushed out of his mind for the moment. "The show is spectacular though! Well, from what I've seen from bootlegged versions of it. I'm yet to see it in person unfortunately."

Dave smiled at Kurt's shock, though he had read the first two installments of the series before he ever knew that it had been turned into a musical. "Seriously." He came to a stop and checked the directions, seeing that they only had a couple of miles to go before they reached their destination. "The original Wizard of Oz and the Wicked books are a lot more political than the musical. Well," Dave corrected, not wanting to seem like a know it all when he had only heard a few songs. "That's the way it seems from the music at least. Like they focus more on Elphaba and Glinda's friendship rather than the political unrest caused by the Wizard and the Animal bans." He paused for a moment as he took in Kurt's words. Kurt had never seen Wicked live? He opened his mouth to remind the other teen about the second part of their agreement, the one where they would go see something on Broadway before the end of the year, but then closed it again. "Huh," he said meekly. Research about tickets would have to be done later.

Kurt nodded in agreement to what Dave said about the differences. Honestly, he'd never paid too much attention to the books as he'd much rather listen to the soundtrack or watch it, thoroughly experiencing it as opposed to reading it. Plus the books were much darker and he preferred the stage versions retelling. He briefly chewed on his bottom lip, watching the road ahead, thinking it over. "It's funny. I've been into, well broken into, the Gershwin theatre and performed on the actual stage, yet I've never actually seen it. Well, not so much funny as it is sad really, I guess."

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Wait. You broke into the theater?" He laughed lightly in disbelief and shook his head in amazement. Kurt never ceased to amaze him. "You're a total bad ass, Kurt!" A sign advertising Coney Island's attractions appeared in front of them and Dave followed the signs, entering a narrow roadway that was lined on either side with bright colors, concession stands, and rides that were lit up against the overcast sky. "I think we have arrived." They followed the line of traffic past a neon clad parking attendant and exited the car. "Don't worry though. You'll see it one day. For real, not just from some shady YouTube video." Dave was determined to make that statement come true.

Kurt glanced over at the bright lights from all of the various attractions as he stepped around to join Dave on his side of the car, buttoning up his jacket as he did so, finding the temperature a lot cooler than what it had been but it wasn't too bad. "I know I will," Kurt lightly said. It was his favorite musical after all, and so he knew that he'd be able to see it eventually. He'd hate himself if he didn't. "Besides, I'm sure I could always break in to see it, failing that. Turns out I'm pretty handy at picking locks." He chuckled. "Blaine c- ... Nevermind. " Kurt abruptly cut himself off, his previous good mood vanished. "So, Coney Island, huh?" he said as a weak attempt to divert the conversation.

Dave thought that maybe it would be sooner than Kurt thought but he kept his mouth shut, nodding along with him. "Let's try and keep you out of jail. I dunno what colors are in fashion right now but I'm pretty sure it's not neon orange." At the mention of Blaine, Dave's lips curled down in a frown. He still didn't have the slightest clue what had gone on between them. Apparently they weren't talking about it though. "Coney Island. Hope you aren't afraid of roller coasters." Dave smiled softly down at Kurt and cocked his head towards the entrance. "Ready to explore?"

Kurt waved his hand aimlessly. "Please. As vile as neon colors are, I'm sure that I could manage to pull off jail chic. Anyway, theatre guards are surprisingly friendly so I'm sure I wouldn't have that problem." He slowly nodded, ready to both explore and forget about his relationship troubles and Blaine. "Sure," he said as they walked in the direction of the entrance, forcing himself to be more cheerful and enthusiastic. "I love roller coasters by the way, so I think we'll be fine with that. Unless you're scared of them?" he slightly teased.

Dave smirked and started walking towards the entrance. "I'm sure you would find a way. Seems to come naturally to you." Though, Dave thought he might be a bit biased on that point. Kurt looked good in every thing. They joined the queue outside the ticket stand and Dave shoved his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket. "Mm. Terrified," Dave joked. "I'll have to find someone to hold my hand once we get inside." He actually loved any kind of rides; anything that was fast and high. He'd even driven a plane before with his sister, so roller coasters were nothing compared to that.

Kurt chuckled as he stood next to Dave in the queue. "Maybe we should scrap the roller coaster idea then and instead head towards the children orientated rides for you? I'm thinking that they're probably more your speed," he teased, unable to resist. "Or would you still require a hand to hold on those too? Maybe this place wasn't such a good idea after all if you're going to be too scared to go on anything." Kurt smirked and gently knocked Dave's side with his own. They reached the front of the queue and before Dave had a chance to, Kurt paid for enough credits for rides for the two of them, waving off any protest from Dave. "Now we're even," he said as they walked away from the counter.

Dave pushed him bottom lip out in a mock pout. "Hey, those teacups can be pre-tty scary. I don't know if I can take it with out some extra support." The conversation had taken a turn for the ridiculous and Dave couldn't help but laugh quietly as the imagined fear of spinning cups. "I think I'll be fine with a little cheering on," Dave teased back, grinning as they bumped into each other. When Kurt paid for the both of them, Dave opened his mouth to argue. The skates he had paid for had cost way less than those credits did and in no way made them even. But then he remembered his plan from earlier and his open mouthed stare turned into a smirk. "I guess we are," he said cheerfully. "Where do you want to start? Rides, food, or games?" He glanced all around them, taking in the bustle of it all. This was the kind of commotion that Dave actually liked.

Kurt briefly thought the question over, glancing around as he did so, taking the new surroundings in. "Let's do rides first. A roller coaster to be more specific," he clarified. "You can prove yourself, and we can see how scared of them you truly are. I bet you'll be crying and begging for the ball pit after the first one." Kurt simply couldn't resist but continue on the admittedly rather silly conversation and resume teasing Dave, all thoughts of Blaine currently gone from his mind. "Besides, I don't know about you, but I don't particularly want to eat before going on them, thanks to Finn." He shuddered at the thought of it. "Word of warning, never go to theme parks with him. You'll regret it."

Dave glanced over at the roller coaster side of the park and nodded. "Let's do it," he agreed as he turned in that direction. Maybe he would even scream just to make Kurt think he hadn't been joking. The coasters actually looked pretty tame, though the largest of them had a nice looking drop. About fifty degrees by the looks of it. "I dunno, Kurt. I might be crying before we even get there. Don't know if I can handle it." They joined the small line waiting outside the ride and Dave bent his knees while they waited. "Do I even want to know? Seems like he would be like a hyperactive kid at a place like this. I can just imagine him begging for cotton candy and to go on the carousel." Dave smiled at the image. It was definitely appropriate to how Finn acted.

Kurt nodded, still a little disgusted at the mere thought of it but a small fond smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the mentions of his brother. "That's pretty much exactly what he's like. Except substitute the carousel for giant roller coasters that go upside down and all over the place, straight after he'd eaten cotton candy, a hot dog, churros and a large coke." He paused for dramatic effect. "I'm sure you can imagine the outcome." They stepped forward in the line and Kurt glanced back over at Dave before looking towards the ride in front of them. "Getting scared yet? I can always leave you in the kiddie area if you'd prefer."

Dave grimaced at the mental image. "I think I can imagine exactly how that turned out. Finn gets a little over zealous when it comes to shit like that, I guess." Hopefully Kurt hadn't been within the projectile line when that happened; he didn't even want to think about the freak-out that Finn would of had to endure were that case. "Terrified," Dave said with a smile. "But I'm more scared to be left alone with strangers so I better stick with you." They were the next in line for the aptly named Cyclone and the smiling attendant shuffled them into a tiny cart together, making sure the lap bar was snug before walking away. "You gonna make fun of me if I can't take it?"

Kurt gracefully sat down in the cart next to Dave, smoothing his clothes out before the attendant pulled the lap bar down over them. "Of course I will. But I somehow don't think that will be necessary." He nudged Dave's side, which was a little awkward considering how close they were sitting next to each other. "I think you can take it," he added as the ride jolted into action and they started moving forward. "And if you can't, I'll leave you in the kiddie area and let everyone know that David Karofsky is terrified of a mere roller coaster." He smirked slightly before moving his attention towards the ride.

Dave took a moment during the incline to look over at Kurt, studying his profile before looking away with a small smile. "I'm pretty sure I can handle it." They were nearing the top of the incline and Dave grinned, anticipating that first stomach lurching drop that they were about to experience. "At least I certainly hope so. I'd hate for people to know that I can't handle the pressure." He had just enough time to nudge Kurt back and suddenly they were dropping past the rickety Remain seated sign, down a sharp decline, and then bumping their way back up another hill. The coaster was old and bumpy, the way they were originally made. Dave felt laughter bubbling up inside him and as they went into another sharp turn, forcing Kurt into his side from the gravitational force, he let it out, laughing amongst all the screams that surrounded them.

Kurt gripped onto the lap bar, unable to stop himself from grinning as they went down a rather steep decline before he was pushed into Dave's side as they turned around a sharp corner. It was definitely much more tame than the roller coasters he preferred to go on, but it was still incredibly fun all the same. "Well, you seem to be handling it just fine so far," he commented after they'd gone down a smaller decline, before heading up another hill in the roller coaster. "Which is more than can be said for everyone else here." Kurt jerked his head behind them slightly, as the screams around them continued whilst they dropped down yet another decline. "So it looks like you'll be stuck with me for the day," he said, still grinning somewhat, increasing his volume to be heard over the screams that surrounded them.

Dave grinned, raising his voice over the din to match Kurt's. "I might be able to deal with that. Could be worse, I could be stuck on the carousel all day!" He was tempted to stick his tongue out, just to add further to the childish teasing but a great gust of wind caught them at the lip of another hill, swallowing the screams of their fellow passengers and forcing Dave to clamp his mouth shut. It wasn't long before they were off the ride and walking down the stairs to exit. "Scariest thing I've ever been on in my life," Dave teased. Really, the ride had been tame with the exception of the extreme jerkiness of it. Fun though. Definitely fun.

Kurt walked down the steps to exit the attraction, unable to keep himself from smiling a little. "Well, I think it was definitely time for you to venture out of your comfort zone and go for a more grown up ride. And you did well! You survived," Kurt said, still continuing their silly, childish teasing charade. His face suddenly fell as he realized that he'd completely forgotten about Blaine and their relationship for a while and hadn't spared a thought towards him. Which of course was a good thing, it was the main reason why he'd asked Dave if he were busy today after all, but realizing that meant remembering it too. Briefly chewing the inside of his cheek, Kurt quickly put a smile on and turned to Dave as they walked away from the roller coaster. "So, what did you want to do next?"

Dave looked down the two inches that separated them and smiled softly. "We'll have to go to the next section before we decide that." That park was divided into four sub-sections and the roller coaster took up one all by itself. As they walked the short distance in compatible silence, Dave couldn't help taking in the sites, smiling when they passed a small restaurant called Paul's Daughter. He knew if his sister were here, she would take credit for the name. A bright neon sign caught Dave's attention. "I think I've found what we're doing next," he said with a grin. Before Kurt could protest or even chime in, they both had large mallets in their hands and were waiting for the buzzer that would signal the start of the next game of Whack-A-Mole.

Kurt raised a somewhat judgmental eyebrow at Dave as he was passed a mallet for the game. "Whack-A-Mole? Really? That roller coaster was too scary for you after all, wasn't it?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but before he could continue teasing Dave, the buzzer sounded for the start of the game and Kurt's attention was suddenly pulled to the game in front of him as it started. Lifting the mallet, Kurt began to attempt hitting them whilst biting his bottom lip in concentration, however more often than not he was hitting them far too late much to his frustration.

Dave chuckled but wasn't given proper time to respond before he was whacking the plastic moles with his mallet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw some guy standing with a bag full of stuffed plushies. A bag full. It seemed kind of ridiculous, like maybe there should be some limit on how much you could win per day. What did a grown ass man need with that many stuffed animals anyways? It was a split second decision, one he wasn't even conscious of making but suddenly he had abandoned his own station and had joined Kurt at his. They were about to win a stuffed... His eyes glanced up at the toy rack and saw that today's prize was Balto. Well, he was going to win a stuffed husky.

Kurt frowned as Dave joined him at his station, slightly confused as to why he'd done that, seemingly now helping him. "What are you doing?" he asked, sparing a brief glance up at him before quickly turning his attention back to the game, not wanting to be anymore terrible at it than he already was. Honestly, it was rather stupid game anyway, if it could even be called that. Kurt concentrated on trying to hit the plastic moles on his side of the board, doing considerably better than he had before. Although he evidently wasn't that skilled at this particular game, he found that he somewhat enjoyed the cathartic effect that hitting things had, being able to release his frustrations about his relationship.

Dave squeezed in next to Kurt, bringing his mallet down across the head of a goofy looking plastic mole. "We," Dave said cheerfuly, "are winning this thing." He kept his eyes trained on the board, anticipating when the next mole would poke its head out, nudging Kurt lightly in between hits. "You know you want to help me beat the Plushie Pilferer." It seemed like Kurt was really getting into the game, Dave had to avoid a few wild swings but their score was rising quickly. Soon, the final buzzer was ringing. Dave stood back and took in the final score. 32-30. "Oh look. We won!" Dave smiled over at Kurt and gestured towards the prize booth. "It was your station, so that means it's your prize."

Kurt smiled slightly and rolled his eyes. "Well I hardly think that's fair. It might have been my station but it was a team effort." He knew that he hadn't been particularly good at the game and he definitely wouldn't have won if it weren't for Dave. They headed towards the prize booth and Kurt collected his prize stuffed husky. He wanted to argue against it a little more because technically it should be Dave's, but he somehow knew that he wouldn't relent so Kurt just went with it. Turning to Dave, he held the stuffed animal a little higher, completely unable to resist. "You'll have to excuse my voice, I think I'm coming down with a sore throat... I'm a little husky," he said in a silly voice, speaking for it, before bursting into a laugh.

Dave stared at Kurt for a moment in surprise before erupting into laughter. It was probably the most ridiculous thing that he'd ever heard come from Kurt's mouth; it kind of made Dave want to pull him in for a hug and just stay there. That was probably inappropriate though so he settled for bumping his shoulder lightly into Kurt's, the grin never leaving his face. "You may want to drink some Siberian tea for that." He wrinkled his nose as the words left his lips because, lame. Whatever. He didn't need to make sense.

Kurt was afraid for a moment that his joke had fell flat, something that he was very much used to, and so he was relieved when Dave laughed along and even joined in. He chuckled at the other teen's added comment for several moments. "Yeah, I think that would be a wise idea," he lightly said as his laugh died down, glancing down at the stuffed animal. Kurt's face suddenly fell as he was reminded of the Margaret Thatcher dog he'd given Blaine earlier this year, under similar circumstances no less, and he found his good mood suddenly vanished.

Dave saw Kurt's demeanor change and he thought briefly of asking what was wrong. Most likely though, it had something to do with Blaine and he wasn't sure that either one of them were ready to talk about the teen; today was supposed to be about forgetting. He sighed lightly. There had to be something they could do to make Kurt happier. Dave looked up at the slowly darkening sky, hoping for an idea to strike him when a series of lights caught his eye. They were starting to turn the lights on to combat the slowly worsening weather but it had given Dave an idea. "C'mon," he said suddenly, reaching out without thinking and grabbing Kurt's hand. "They're loading up the Ferris Wheel." He offered no more explanation but took off at a slight run, making sure that Kurt was able to keep pace.

Kurt stared off to the side with a solemn expression on his face, not looking at anything in particular, just lost in his thoughts about Blaine and their relationship, or possible lack thereof. He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts however by a warm hand grabbing a hold of his, and he instinctively knew that it was Dave, who was also effectively announcing that they were going to go on the Ferris Wheel. Squawking somewhat as he was abruptly pulled towards direction, Kurt found that he had simply no choice but to follow. He ran at a comfortable pace alongside Dave, not letting go of his hand, and they quickly arrived at the aforementioned Ferris Wheel much to Kurt's relief.

Dave somewhat reluctantly let go of Kurt's hand after they joined the line and he rocked forward on his toes as they waited. The line was relatively short, much shorter than the one back at the Cyclone had been. Maybe it was the fact that it was Thursday or that sky was continuously looking more ominous as each moment passed; whatever it was, Dave and Kurt were ushered into a cart made for eight but with only the two of them occupying it. The ride started to creak upwards, stopping every couple of minutes to allow more passengers to board. "So," Dave said as they neared the highest point of the ride. "You should perform a scene from Moulin Rouge for me." The look that crossed Kurt's face made him grin. "What? It's one of my sister's favorites. Besides, with the way the Wonder Wheel is, you can easily pretend it's a windmill. So, go on... Wow me."

Kurt looked at Dave, somewhat bug eyed, completely taken aback by his suggestion and was stunned into silence for a few moments, not quite sure where to start first. Perhaps under usual circumstances he might oblige, any opportunity for the spotlight after all, and he did love Moulin Rouge!. However, right now, he was miserable, try as he might to forget about his troubles, and he really didn't feel like performing. "Yes because the 'Wonder Wheel' is comparable to the Moulin Rouge," Kurt sarcastically said, rolling his eyes before crossing his legs and then his arms in protest. "Anyway, I'm not particularly in the mood for singing, yet alone putting on a show so I'm afraid you're out of luck there."

Dave shrugged, slouching back into his seat. "I get that you're in a bad mood and all but y'know, I'm not the one you're angry at. Being a bitch to me isn't going to make you feel better." He regretted saying the words as soon as they left his mouth but he wasn't going to take them back. They had agreed on being completely honest with one another after the whole anon debacle and Dave was going to stick to that, tactless as it was. "So, you wanna get mad, go for it. Scream, yell." He pointed out at the scenery as they stopped at the top. "There's no better place to do it than up here. But don't take it out on me because we're past that stage in our relationship and we left it behind with cake toppers and stupid berets."

Kurt simply glared icily at Dave, taking in everything that he said. He knew that he was right, that it wasn't fair of him to be bitchy towards Dave and take his frustrations out on him through that. But at the same time, there was absolutely no need for Dave to speak to him like that. Kurt narrowed his eyes at the other teen briefly before huffing and turning away from him, looking out of their cart at the scenery around them, silently seething. Still holding onto the stuffed husky, Kurt mindless toyed with it in his hands for a couple of minutes before crossing his arms once more, a little tighter this time, in a somewhat attempt to keep a little warmer as being higher up they were more exposed to the current weather.

Dave sat in silence, turning from Kurt to watch the fine drizzle that was starting to fall around them. He wasn't about to apologize for standing up for himself, not when he had been absolutely undeserving of the treatment. The ride had started to move at a steady pace now that everyone had loaded and Dave used the ride to scope out the park, ignoring Kurt in the process. There was a large crowd gathering underneath a red and yellow awning. He was about ready to risk asking Kurt, for he couldn't ignore him long, what he thought was going on when the sky suddenly seemed to split open and the sprinkles turned into big, fat drops that fell heavy and hard from the sky. Kurt met him in the middle of their carriage as they both tried to avoid the spray. It was unavoidable though with the angle at which the rain was falling. Without giving it much though, Dave pulled Kurt in front of him before pulling his jacket over his head, spreading his arms out wide to shield them both from the stinging drops.

Kurt shifted closer to Dave, not meeting his eye, wanting to try to stay as dry as possible. He simply remained where he was in silence for several minutes, pondering over everything. How his relationship with Blaine was on the rocks and it didn't exactly look good for them, no matter how hopeful he was, how he'd managed to hurt Dave just then. Chewing on his lower lip, and he really needed to kick that habit, Kurt felt really miserable and awful about them both. Though one of them he simply had to wait out to hear its fate, he could do something about the other. "That was entirely uncalled for of me. I shouldn't be taking things out on you," he quietly said. "Especially when you're one of the few friends I have here."

Dave sighed softly at Kurt's apology. "I'm sorry too," he mumbled. "Probably could have said things a bit... Nicer." What Kurt was going through had to be hard, having someone you loved suddenly decide that they needed a break from you. How someone could ever want a break from Kurt, he would never know but still... Dave hesitated for a moment before reaching out shyly and wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer while still making sure he was protected from the rain. It wasn't going to make things better but it was really all he could give; words weren't about to make anything better. They stood like that for a while, Dave trying to provide some sense of comfort and trying to block them both from the chilly water, before he figured that Kurt was probably uncomfortable by now and pulled away. "We should go check out that crowd." He nodded towards the group he had noticed earlier. "If nothing else, they have cover from all this. We can out wait the rain there."

Kurt smiled slightly up at Dave as he let go of him, already missing the warmth and comfort that he'd provided. In the back of his mind, he knew that perhaps he shouldn't have allowed it at all, but honestly he didn't care. First and foremost Dave was his friend and friends were allowed to comfort each other, and that had been exactly what he'd needed right now. He looked over at the crowd that Dave was indicating to, wondering what exactly it was for. But whatever it was, it was under cover from the rain and if there was that many people there, it had to be something interesting and good. "Sounds like a plan. If only to save my Alexander McQueen blazer from getting anymore wet," he said, reaching up to adjust his hair slightly. Hopefully it didn't look too bad. "I wonder what the crowd's for..."

Dave shrugged and glanced back over. "Dunno. I knew this place was open year long so I didn't bother looking up anything but an address. Must be good, whatever it is. Look at all the people gathering." Indeed, the crowd had grown larger and it seemed as though the attention of the crowd was rapt on whatever was happening. It had to be more than just a safe haven from the rain. "Guess we'll find out soon though. Starting to let people off." Dave turned his attention back to the crowd as a cheer broke out. He was confused and curious, eager to see what the commotion was about.

Kurt watched the crowd as they gradually descended towards the ground, still keeping as close to Dave as he possibly could to avoid getting wet from the rain that was still pouring down. He still couldn't quite tell what exactly was going on, but it certainly seemed like something exciting which only served to make him more curious. It wasn't long before their cart reached the ground and they were let out, standing underneath an awning that provided a little bit of shelter but they couldn't stand there forever as the next cart would be emptied soon enough. "Ready to make a dash for it?" Kurt asked, quickly glancing at Dave before turning his attention ahead, to the rain that they'd have to go through to get to their next destination.

Dave hummed in agreement, setting his eyes on the safety of the larger awning. "Ready." They waited a second longer before running out into the rain. Dave could feel his feet sinking slightly into the soft ground, mud squelching each time he pushed off. Hopefully Kurt's shoes weren't like... Louie Baton or something. Maybe they could stop at a shoe cleaner or something on their way home. Did those even exist anymore? Whatever, he could just buy Kurt some new fucking shoes if it came down to it. They skidded under the awning, finally safe from the rain. Dave took one look at Kurt and then looked away, blushing. It was probably stupid but Kurt always looked so put together; now he was dripping wet, hair sticking out in odd places, and there was the faintest hint of a flush along his cheeks from their mad dash. He wasn't going to make this weird by starting to act all nervous again though. He wasn't. "Should we get a closer look?"

Kurt simply nodded as he caught his breath back from the running they'd just had to do. "Definitely. Let's see what all of this fuss is about," he replied, a little breathily, before walking further underneath the awning, towards where the large crowd and all of the commotion was. As they walked, Kurt looked down towards the ground and screwed his nose up at the state of his shoes, glad that he hadn't worn a more expensive pair. His hands shot up to his hair to find that it was considerably wet and probably looked about as far from immaculate as you could get. "I must look a right state," Kurt mumbled to himself as he combed his fingers through his hair in an attempt to fix his appearance as best as he could. Glancing up beyond the crowd, he could see a small stage that was blasting loud, obnoxious music and a line of people standing on the stage with their backs to the crowd. "Oh! They must be performers!" Kurt said, turning to Dave, immediately assuming that any moment now they'd break into song and dance.

Dave raised an eyebrow at Kurt and shook his head slightly. "You look perfect, like always," he said soft enough so that Kurt couldn't hear. Louder, he continued "No amount of rain could make you look like you were in a 'state'. More like you're making a statement." He smiled at Kurt, crinkling his nose slightly and then turned back to the stage. The music was pretty weird for a show; they were playing shit like Bump 'N Grind and Black Eyed Peas songs that had been remixed to be even more uptempo than usual. It was then that he noticed that the attire of some of the people in the crowd was, well... Not family friendly. Unless it was a family of pimps. Dave was pretty sure he saw some people's asses peeking out of their short skirts. When he wrinkled his nose this time, it wasn't him trying to get on Kurt's nerves. More like he could feel something brewing that he didn't want to be a part of. "Uh, Kurt..." His words were drowned out by a loud screech, the microphone going slightly haywire from feedback and then there was someone introducing himself as the host, Mat Fraser.

Kurt glanced around and instantly grimaced at what a lot of the people in the crowd were wearing. He didn't think too much of it at first, putting it down to it simply being New York, where people wore whatever they wanted, not really caring of anyone else's opinion. However when the host introduced the event as 'Assfreaks', Kurt began to get a little worried, slowly putting two and two together. The combination of the name, the type of music that was blasting from the speakers and the fact that many of the people in the audience were scantily dressed surely couldn't be anything good. He was proved correct as the host began introducing the people standing on stage one by one and they each in turn bared their asses. Kurt simply stood there, frozen to the spot with his mouth gaping, wide eyes staring at the scene in front of him, completely shocked at what he was seeing. He glanced at Dave a few moments later briefly to gauge his reaction before finding his attention moving back to what was going on onstage, completely horrified. "Um, maybe we should..." Kurt said, not quite loud enough to be heard over the noise of the audience, trailing off.

Dave was torn between laughter and backing away slowly in horror. Wasn't Coney Island supposed to be family friendly? His mother had come here when she was a teen and had loved it. He was pretty sure Margaret Karofsky (well, technically she was back to her maiden name of Galvin but whatever) hadn't been getting her kicks on Assfreak night; he couldn't imagine his mother letting her poodle skirt loose for a night like... Like this. "Uh.." he mumbled. What the hell were they supposed to do? Dave glanced over his shoulder at the rain that was still pouring down around the outside. It couldn't be that bad... Right? "Why are they coming into the crowd?" he asked as a new song started, one he didn't know but was up tempo enough to get people around them moving to the beat. Then again, it could definitely be that bad.

Kurt simply shrugged his shoulders in response. "I have no idea. But I'm not entirely certain that I want to find out why," he said, an escalating sense of foreboding growing in his mind as he stood there, completely horrified. He definitely didn't want to be a part of... whatever was going on right in front of him. Being outside in the rain and ruining his shoes with mud suddenly started to look like a much better option to Kurt, and that was saying something. A voice sounded over the speakers announcing that they would be taking people from the audience on stage to win 'Best Audience Ass' and Kurt subconsciously shifted a little closer to Dave, not liking the environment that they'd found themselves in.

Dave watched in bemusement as the entertainers wove through the crowd, randomly smacking some people on the ass while groping others, testing for... Well, he didn't know exactly. How exactly did one grade an ass? Obviously feel came into play, with all the grabbing going on. Apparently sound did too, though that wasn't something Dave would ever think would be in an ass judging contest. "Kurt, maybe we should..." Not like he needed to finish the sentence; they were obviously both uncomfortable being here and weren't going to garner anything from it. His fingers found Kurt's and for once the sensation didn't make his heart race increase. Dave just wanted to get them out of there.

Kurt observed the scene in front of them, watching, completely dismayed as people in the audience were having their asses slapped and/or squeezed and he desperately wanted to leave, not feeling comfortable in the environment in the slightest. He grabbed a hold of Dave's hand and responded, knowing exactly what he'd meant. "I think we should. Let's—" Kurt said but he was interrupted by the feel of someone grabbing and then squeezing his ass, causing him to jump in the air slightly. He turned to face the person as they shouted to the audience that they had a serious contender here with Kurt's ass. Kurt bestowed his best bitch glare upon them as he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "You most certainly do not," he scathingly said, suddenly desperately wanting to get out of whatever it was that they'd walked into, despite the weather outside. Turning to Dave, still holding his hand, Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Leaving?" he asked, practically demanding.

Dave felt his face slip into a scowl as one of the 'performers' groped Kurt. A thin veil of red crossed his vision, an ode to the anger management problems that he'd had before starting to see his therapist and he really couldn't concentrate on the methods of releasing his anger that he'd been taught because he was about ready to rip some guys head off. "I think you should take a look around and realize that the people who want to be in your stupid contest are dressed accordingly and if you ever touch him again, you'll find yourself eligible for the fucking Headless Hunt." His grip on Kurt's hand tightened slightly as they wove through the crowd and Dave glared at anyone who even looked like they wanted to comment on the state of anyone's ass.

Kurt , still holding Dave's hand, pushed his way through the crowd with the other teen alongside him. "There wasn't really any need for all of that, you know," he said quietly, so it was only audible to Dave. He was a little taken aback at Dave's display of aggression back there but he was thankful for it all the same as he was a little too shocked and mortified to think of anything even remotely witty to say, to well and truly send the message to them. Kurt was aware that storming out a la Rachel Berry would probably cause even more of a scene than the so called performer who'd grabbed his ass had started, but he honestly didn't care; he didn't want to be in there any longer and risk further embarrassment. "The nerve of some people. Do I look like that type of person?" Kurt ranted, talking to himself, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment as they reached the edge of the awning, the rain still pouring outside.

Dave shrugged, still feeling the anger sitting on him as they moved through the rippling crowd. "Yes there was," he responded roughly. "There was no fucking excuse for anyone to touch you like that." Maybe he should of went back and gave the guy a piece of his mind but after a glance over his shoulder, Dave decided that it would probably make Kurt even more uncomfortable. As they got ready to brave the rain, Dave absentmindedly draped his jacket over Kurt's shoulders to protect his coat and walked out into the downpour, huffing. "Fucking asshole. They've got to realize that some people were there to get away from the weather. You can't just go around groping people just because they have a nice butt."

Kurt moved his hands up and grabbed onto Dave's jacket that was now resting on his shoulders, pulling the edges together so that it wouldn't fall off before stepping out into the rain with quick steps, catching up with his friend. It was a sweet gesture, but it was also completely unnecessary. He had a blazer on already and it meant that Dave was without a jacket, plus he wasn't a girl. "Perhaps we should've kept to the very edge, away from the main part of the crowd... Though I don't know what they're doing having a... thing like that at a theme park," he said, following Dave and desperately wishing that he'd had the foresight to either wear a raincoat or bring an umbrella. "Take your jacket back; you're getting wet. You'll catch a cold."

Dave didn't think staying at the edges of the crowd would have helped much but he left that comment to himself. The second part of Kurt's statement, however, was a good thing to ponder and Dave did just that as they made their way back to the car. "I guess they can do stuff like that since it's the middle of the week and schools back in session." He didn't remember there being an age restriction but he was willing to bet that children were barred from the park on that day or something. "Nah," he waved off Kurt's protests. "The rain is helping me cool down from being pissed. And it might save your coat from having to be taken to the dry cleaners. Doesn't look like something you can toss in the washing machine." They had arrived back at the car and Dave unlocked Kurt's door before moving around to get his own.

Kurt climbed into Dave's car, sitting down in the passenger seat, still wearing the extra jacket around his shoulders. He quickly closed the door behind him, not wanting to let any rain into the car and he was instantly grateful to be somewhere dry and without any overtly loose people around. "I don't know what you've got to be pissed about. They groped my butt, not yours, so you should be considering yourself lucky," Kurt responded as Dave entered the car on the driver's side. Setting the slightly damp stuffed husky down on top of the dashboard, Kurt pulled the sun visor down and glanced at himself in the mirror. He found that his cheeks were flushed pink due to a combination of embarrassment, the slight chill in the air with the rain and rushing around, and his hair was currently sticking up all over place, resembling what it looked like when he was fresh out of the shower. "Great. On top of being embarrassed like that, I also look a complete and utter mess," Kurt muttered to himself.

Dave glanced at Kurt from the corner of his eyes, surprised that Kurt even needed to wonder at why he would be angry. "Yeah, they groped your butt. But you're my friend. The last thing I want to see is you uncomfortable because some asshole skipped school in kindergarten on the day they taught everyone about personal space." As Kurt examined himself, Dave turned the car on as well as the heat, adjusting the vents so they weren't blowing in Kurt's face. It did make him a bit sad though, knowing that Kurt thought he looked bad. "You look perfect," he asserted. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror and Dave flushed and turned away, pulling his seat belt on. "You always do," he mumbled, low enough so that it didn't carry. It was true, anyways.

Kurt met Dave's eyes in the mirror, the atmosphere suddenly feeling a little awkward as he was reminded of Dave's feelings for him. The compliment had been innocent enough though, and it was nice to hear even though he personally thought he looked a total wreck. "Thanks," Kurt said with a small smile as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get it to look at like how it should. At least the best he could possibly do without a comb or any product at hand. After a few moments, Kurt was somewhat content with his appearance and he leaned back in his seat before securing his seat belt around him and turning to face Dave. "So, you can play your music on the way back. I'd already promised you that and after everything that's happened, I think it's more than fair," he said. He reached forward and grabbed the stuffed animal they'd won together as he spoke and absentmindedly toyed with it in his hands, smoothing the damp fur out.

Dave nodded his acknowledgement of Kurt's appreciations and settled back into his seat. The forty minute ride back to Kurt's apartment suddenly seemed long with the sudden awkwardness. He really needed to learn to keep his fucking mouth shut. While Kurt finished fixing his hair, Dave let his head rest against the steering wheel all while mentally berating himself. The guy's boyfriend had just decided that they needed a break and here he was, running his mouth like an idiot. He didn't move until he heard Kurt speak, finally pulling himself into an upright position and forcing a smile on his face. "You're crazy," he teased as he resumed the playlist from where they had left off. "This is my music. It is on my iPod, after all." Dave thought Kurt needed the familiar music more than he did after being pawed by a random stranger. "Home?"

Kurt nodded in agreement. "Home. And then I can get out of these wet clothes," he said, glancing down at himself and screwing his nose up slightly at both how his ensemble looked and how they felt. As much fun he'd had with Dave, despite one or two parts of their afternoon together, Kurt was honestly looking forward to getting back to his apartment and putting his loungewear on, being nice and warm and dry. "And don't be facetious. I want to listen to your music, not my music," he added, still toying with the stuffed animal in his hands. "If that makes me crazy, then so be it. Put it on," he nudged Dave's side across the center console, "or this little fellow here," he indicated to the stuffed husky, "will give you a 'ruff' time." Kurt chuckled awkwardly at his own pun. It didn't even occur to him that he hadn't thought of Blaine in quite a while.

Dave tried not to think too much about that, about Kurt getting out of the wet clothes. God, he was such a bad friend. A perverted bad friend. The worse kind. He shook his head softly as reversed out of the parking spot and led the car out onto the highway. He wondered idly if his shrink had a prescription that would make him view Kurt in a platonic way. Probably nothing would ever do that for him. Sighing softly, Dave turned to glance at Kurt over a red light, ready to argue over the music but he couldn't with the face Kurt was pulling. Why did he have to be so fucking cute? "Put it on playlist B. I think there's stuff on there we'll both like."

Kurt mentally cheered when Dave sighed and ultimately gave in to his request. He wasn't even sure why he'd gone against him in the first place. They'd played Kurt's music on the way there, so it was really only fair for them to listen to Dave's music on the way back, and he honestly didn't mind. Granted he'd probably much rather listen to his own music, but it was the principle of the matter. "Thank you," Kurt said with a proud smile, placing the stuffed animal on his lap before reaching over to grab Dave's iPod. Switching the playlist over to playlist B and pressing the play button, he set it back in its original place and leaned back in his seat once more. "You have really boring titles for your playlists by the way," he commented as the music began to play.

Dave rolled his eyes as he navigated the New York streets, a small smile playing at his lips at Kurt's statement. "Yeah, well... It's hard to title a playlist that has all different stuff on it. Yours is the only one that isn't labeled as just a letter. If you have any other way to label them, please be my guest." Dave didn't think that would be such an easy task since he'd literally just went down his list of music and threw on songs that he was in the mood for at the time. There was a lot of Sinatra on this list but it was mixed with Fever Ray and Elvis Presley and other random things. Nothing concise enough to get a good playlist name out of. Knowing Kurt, he'd probably try though. Dave smiled at the thought and started singing softly under his breath.

Kurt shook his head in disagreement. "Not at all. I don't know how you've organized yours so I couldn't possibly think of any alternatives, but surely you could've thought of something a tad more... interesting and imaginative?" Kurt had playlists for different genres, singers and moods, the latter being where he was the most creative with titles. He had playlists such as his Superstar Playlist, Unbreakable, Whistle While You Work, Get Happy, etc. Honestly, Kurt was a little surprised to hear Dave singing under his breath and he briefly glanced over at him, smiling, before turning his attention back to the road ahead of them and the streets passing by. Once the song reached the chorus once more, Kurt joined in and began singing along, quietly, yet a tad more audible than Dave.

Dave tried not to laugh because there was absolutely no organization to his music at all. Besides the preset alphabetical order, he'd never tried to make any sense of it all. It wouldn't be on his iPod if he didn't like it. Well, with the exception of some of the stuff he'd downloaded for Kurt maybe. Dave's smile grew as Kurt joined in on the singing and he increased his volume slightly so that he was louder; it seemed to have the effect of singing John-Jacob-Jingleheimer-Schmidt. Kurt increased his volume as well, Dave grinned and increased his voice even more. This was one contest he wasn't going to lose.

Kurt continued singing, his voice increasing in volume every time Dave upped the volume he was singing at, a bright grin forming on his face. It was almost as though it was a competition between the two of them, and Kurt thought it a shame that they weren't singing 'Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better)' seeing as that was what they were effectively doing. He was determined to outbest Dave, however after a few more increases of volume, Kurt couldn't help but burst into laughter at how absurd it was. "This is stupid," he said between laughs, glancing across at Dave whilst his laughing subsided. "It's a shame you didn't join Glee Club. You have a lovely voice."

Dave raised an eyebrow as he turned on Kurt's road, artfully avoiding all the cabs flying around him. Driving in the city was one thing he'd probably never get used to. People were fucking insane. He put his blinker on, something that apparently wasn't taught here, getting a glance in at Kurt as he checked to make sure it was clear. "I never would have joined Glee in high school. Not the way I was. And you guys wouldn't have had me anyways." Besides, they were National champs. Dave's voice wouldn't have been needed. A parking spot opened just as Dave neared and he pulled in, triumphant, and turned to Kurt. "Home sweet home."

Kurt shrugged and smiled sadly. He knew what Dave was saying was very much true, unfortunately, but even so it was still a shame. "Home sweet home," Kurt repeated whilst he unbuckled his seatbelt. Leaning forward in his seat, he removed Dave's jacket from around his shoulders and neatly folded it up before passing to the other teen. "I think you'll be needing that back." The rain was still falling heavily outside and as much as Kurt was looking forward to getting inside in the warm and changing out of his wet clothes, maybe having a hot shower too, he wasn't looking forward to the dash through the rain into the building. "Thanks for this afternoon, I surprisingly had a really good time... Minus one part." He chuckled awkwardly. "I'll see you soon?" Kurt said and he leaned across the center console and placed a brief, chaste, friendly kiss on Dave's cheek. Grabbing a hold of the stuffed animal they'd won, Kurt exited the car and ran across the sidewalk through the rain towards the entrance to his apartment building, still not realizing that he hadn't spared a thought towards Blaine in quite a while.

Dave was confused. No, confused wasn’t even the word. Bewildered was probably a better word. Hadn’t it been just yesterday that Kurt had chastised him for being too candid about his feelings? The whole situation had made him feel like Kurt was pissed and that he wouldn’t want to be spending any time around Dave in the foreseeable future, let alone doing something as intimate as ice skating.

Apparently they were still doing that though. It seemed that any amount of uncomfortableness could be overlooked when it came to Kurt’s precious boyfriend. Whatever. Dave rolled his eyes at his thoughts and he decided to do a few laps in order to take his mind off of things. There was no reason for him to get snippy over things that he couldn’t change after all.

Dave's hands shook slightly as he drove, an action that he couldn't control no matter how tightly he gripped the steering wheel. He was terrified. He had no clue how Kurt was going to take the return of the cake topper that he'd nicked over a year ago but he had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a pleasant reaction.

Maybe he could simply leave the box on the porch... That might work. The box was small and nondescript, not something that would attract enough attention to steal. He could text Kurt after he'd placed it and then be out of town before Kurt ever thought to confront him. It was a good idea and it would probably work...

He couldn't do that though. Most of his life had been spent taking the coward's way out: bullying others to cover for his own insecurities, running away when people started questioning him, and then when things got too hard, attempting to take his own life. Maybe this didn't compare to those things but he wasn't going to run out on Kurt. Dave would face whatever was to come and he would do it because Kurt deserved that.

And he wasn't ashamed to admit that if his was going to piss Kurt off enough to hurt their friendship, that he wanted one final chance to view his face in person.