"Oh. Well, I'm sure you could grab something in one of those, still. Anything you put your mind to, right?" Sure, Kurt was fancy as hell and he's not sure he could place him in Othello or Julius Caesar, but he's a good performer.

Dave bites his lip as the other boy processes what he just said, and... well, yeah. He does remember that Kurt dated Brittany for a week. The replacement of his complicated outfits by flannel and a baseball cap threw off a lot of them. "Good thing. You don't have to change. Not for anyone, no matter what kinda shit they throw at you."

He fidgets a bit more and finally makes up his mind. "Kurt, can I just... be honest for once? Like, no more dodging shit and moping about what I actually want to say here?" Because he doesn't think it could be more obvious, and nothing will happen if they just avoid the topic. For a moment, he wants to reach for the singer's hand, but he decides against it.

For now.