KURT: You were laying in bed, swathed in blankets and crying softly into your pillow. Nothing could have possibly made your day worse, and you were feeling so low that you didn't even care if you disappeared. Kurt wasn't having any of it. He couldn't stand to see you so upset. He laid down beside you, knowing enough from his own experience that words couldn't always solve a problem. He traced patterns on your bare shoulder, brushing away your hair before he quietly began to sing. You wanted to smile— how silly it was to imagine Kurt singing so personally to anyone but himself— and the sound soothed you, and before you knew it, you had turned over and cocooned yourself into his chest, allowing his angel voice to lull you to sleep.

DAVE: Dave's first instinct when you're sad is to crack jokes. It's simply in his nature to be the funny person in the room. As you stood in the kitchen, somberly throwing together ingredients for a sandwich, Dave snuck up behind you. He put his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Smile, bub," he said gently. He spun you around with his hands so that you faced him, placing one hand on your waist and gripping the other in between yours. "Dave," you began with a sigh. "Dance with me. You'll only ever get one chance to do this," he grinned. He swept you to the right of the kitchen, humming a ballroom tune as he twirled you in neat circles before pretending to dip you. You couldn't hold back your smile when he put on a posh face, holding his chin high like a 1920's era gentleman. "Weirdo," you muttered. "Your weirdo," he corrected, his smile never faltering.

KRIST: Krist was totally understanding when you were upset, but it secretly killed him inside to see you sad. When you came home one day with a glum expression on your face, he told you he would be in charge of dinner that night. You waited upstairs, unable to shake the funk you were in. Krist finally came to you, covering his wide hands over your eyes and leading you out the backdoor to your backyard. When he uncovered your eyes, you were presented with a picnic blanket spread out beneath the night sky and two freshly microwaved dinners sitting atop it. You bit your lip, a wave of emotion hitting you. "Why are you so perfect," you whispered, unable to hide the burst of love you felt for him in that instant. "I'm not perfect. And I know you're not perfect. But you're pretty damn close to it," Krist said firmly, smoothing back your hair and kissing your forehead.