I promise I'll be there.

Set after the events which happened in "on my way". Dave's still in the hospital and someone comes along to say the one thing he thinks he needs to here, I'm sorry, it'll get better, I promise I'll be there.

Please tell me what you think its my first time writing for glee and just like the rest of us I don't own anything.

XXLoveXX

I stood outside the door what seemed like an age, the shutters were pulled closed and no noise came from inside. I stood there rooted to the floor, stuck in my place, stuck in my ways, just stuck. I looked down to the floor, maybe hoping to see wet concrete so I could at least blame that for the reason I could not more, but to destroy my dreams more there was none.

I closed my eyes.

Coward!

I sucked in a deep breath…

Good – for – nothing.

Counted to 10…

Worthless.

And took a step back.

As I moved back, ready to run down the shiny white corridor and escape to the bright out doors to find a hiding place. But a soft voice stopped me.

At the time I would pass it off as bad luck that she was there stopping me from my mission to run away from the most important thing I would ever do, now I think it was fate, telling me to stop being a little and turn into a man.

"Are you alright darlin'?" the nurse asked, clipboard posed in her arms.

"Yeah, I was just going to … erm … check … you know on him," I stuttered.

"Well do go on love, I'm sure he'll be glad of the company, he doesn't talk too much to us, are you a friend of his?" the lady asked kindly, her auburn hair tied back gracefully in to a loose knot, strands fell down to frame her green eyes.

"Kind of," I replied even though it was far from any kind of truth.

"Maybe he'll talk to you then," she smiled kindly, "go on," she ushered me into the room, the door was open and closed before I even could really grasp what was going on and then suddenly I was engulfed in the silence. I faced the door blind side in this time and slowly I turned around to view the boy sitting slumped in the bed.

As I turned, I saw his eyes darken with the realisation of who I was but other than that there was no other sign coming from the bigger boy to say anything about how he felt about me presence.

"Hi," I whisper but it seemed to echo around the room, vibrating against every wall, swelling past the point of uncomfortable.

He nodded and looked away. I wish somehow I could do the same but my eyes were focused solely on him, they always were, I closed my eyes and counted to 10 …

Coward.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but what are you doing here?" he ground out, his voice rough and it made me need to take another breath.

"I…" why was I here?

I cast my eyes down; I could stand for him to look at me this way. I didn't know why I was here, it was anyone's guess, I just knew I needed to see him for even just 5 more minutes, like I had been doing nearly every night for the past 8 months, he'd become part of my daily routine, a normality that I somehow found myself lost without.

"I needed to see you," I whispered again, hoping it was loud enough to here but quiet enough to hide all the pain.

"Why?" he replied, making me finally raise my head to look at him, his brown hair lay pressed flat to his head, messy and damp in some places, his mouth was set in a thin line, I tried not to look at the redness of his neck and was easy to do so with those bright green eyes staring at me intently.

"Because I'm sorry," there I finally said it happy? Did it take me feel better you ask? No my stomach was still churning and rolling its self into a knot, I swallowed the bile rising in my throat, I shouldn't have come.

"Why," was he kidding me?

"Because I was mean, and out of order, and offensive, and wrong, and scared," I said in a rush.

"It's fine," he said softly, finally closing his eyes, removing those eyes from my sight and suddenly I'd give anything I had to see them again.

"No it's not," I growled as I stormed forward, his eyes flew open in shock, I stood by the side of his bed, me looking down at the broken boy in the bed, "Dave, it's nowhere near okay."

The pale boy said nothing to me so I took that as my invitation to continue.

"I am ignorant spoilt child who thinks about nothing but himself, that day I only picked on you because I was out with Daniel, who is much bigger than you, and much stronger and I wanted to tell you to back off before he did but I can't ever just say it, I need to hurt everyone in the near the vicinity when I open my mouth otherwise I don't know what else to do with myself, because that's the way I learnt to protect myself you know? Because I don't think your eyebrows are weird and I defiantly don't think your fat, in fact your quiet fit, and I'm sorry about the closet thing because I would never wish that on anyone." I sat down on the edge of his bed, suddenly tired and out of breath.

We sat in silence for a few moments, before it started to become uncomfortable, he didn't say anything and I was left waiting.

"Say something please," I whispered.

"Thank you, but really it is fine, but I appreciate you taking the time to come and say that to me but erm it wasn't your comment's that made me do this," his voice seemed even rougher this close up.

"I know but I just needed you to know that I am sorry and I want to make it up to you," I said surprising myself when I did say so.

Dave said nothing, he just looked at me deeply, evaluating even nook, every line and every little bit of truth that radiated from me. I said nothing as he watched m, I just followed his emerald eyes as he glanced at me with a deep fever, he opened his mouth but nothing came out, I stayed silent, I would give him a chance for him to speak.

"You think I'm fit?" I smiled at the bigger boy.

"Yes stubbles," he laughed deeply, but it soon turned into coughing and I reached out worriedly for a glace of water which sat on the table next to us. "Take it easy, I didn't plan on killing you just yet." He still smiled but it was faded, I killed to raise a hand up and smooth away some of the wrinkles that were starting to form on his forehead.

"What?" I whispered to the dark haired boy.

"You're doing this because you pity me," his voice broke as he said so, his head dropping down, his eyes closing.

It was at that point something in me broke, a big part of the walls I had spent years building crumbled and I reached out a hand to rap around the others boy shoulders, squeezing so he would look at me as my eyes filled with tears, he looked as shocked a I felt when the first tear fell down to its decent on my lips.

"No, please don't think that," my voice broke in the middle but I didn't care, he couldn't think I felt that way.

Slowly he reached out attentive hand to touch the wetness on my face, I closed my eyes as I felt him caress my cheek and I had never felt so venerable.

"Please don't cry," he struggled to say but if anything his touch became harder, and surer, the more I leant into the reassuring touch the more confident he became.

"I'm so sorry Dave, I really am, please, please I need you to … I need you …" and then I couldn't hold back, the sobs came harder than they had ever come before, they took over my entire body, causing me to shake and struggle to draw in breath. Suddenly as my cries became almost hysterical Dave sat up and pulled my quaking body to his chest.

I don't know how long we sat like that, at some point the larger boy had lied back, bring me carefully to lay on top of him, my head curled under his head, my hands clutching at the side of his robe, his hand securely rubbing my back, holding me too him, we lay like that long after my sobs had faded away, I dared not move and he did not move me, so we stayed still, surrounded by each other, secure and relaxed.

"Why do you need to protect yourself?" Dave said suddenly, breaking the bubble that had been created. I sat up slowly, choosing to ignore his question in favour of stretching me back, he followed me into a sitting position but as he moved out a hand to touch my shoulder, I swiftly stood and moved away from the bed towards the door.

"What? Did I do something? I'm sorry if I did, I …" Dave asked, his voice betraying how scared he suddenly was.

I turned around but did not make back to where he rested, I threw a smile his way before saying, "No, your fine, it's me, I need to go, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Tell me before you go," he pleaded.

"Because I haven't got no regrets just many mistakes, big ones, and if that's the only way to learn, I'm going to make as many as it takes, you remind me of the one reason I try not to love, the innocence, the purity, I don't want to hurt you Dave, and I don't want to get hurt again either," I swallowed, " I was like you once, new and innocent, I don't want the same thing that happened to me to happen to you."

"What happened to you?" he whispered his eyes big and full of this I didn't want to acknowledge.

I walked back over to him, bent down and laid a soft kiss to his forehead, "Get some sleep."

"You'll come back," he said, his voice wavered, unsure.

"Tomorrow, I promise," and I knew I would.