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Dave looks over at him. His eyes seem dull and brown, flat. No green. No life. “Sing me something, Fancy.”
“What?”
“That’s what you do, right? That’s Schuester’s big solution for everyone’s problems.”
“Do you…” Kurt holds his breath. “Do you know who it was?”
Dave’s eyes go back upwards. His face creases, his lips press together tightly.
He nods.
Kurt lets out his breath and reaches over, laying his hand on the sheet near Dave’s. He doesn’t want to touch - there are rules about that, he thinks, rules about touching people who were hurt like Dave was? He doesn’t know them, but he’s always been a physical person and it’s impossible to not reach out.
Dave tenses, his eyes shutting tightly. His head drops to the side, facing away from Kurt, but his fingers shift on the sheet until their fingers brush together, and the entire bed shivers when he fights back a sob.
Kurt has cried too many times already. He swallows back his own feelings and lays his palm over Dave’s bigger, bandaged hand. He can’t think of anything happy, so he clears his throat and sings what he can think of.
“All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere.
Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression.
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow…”Dave’s other hand goes to his face, and he hides himself from view as much as he can as his tears come.
Kurt’s words slide, the tune goes flat for a few measures, but he draws in a deep breath and slides his left hand out, grasping Dave’s hand with both of his gently at first, then tighter when Dave seems to cling back.
He sings, and it isn’t the solution to any problem at all, but it’s what Kurt does.
“I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad; the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world…”The Worst That Could Happen by LucyToo