Disclaimer: Me no own Glee.
A/N: While this is listed as 'Friendship', it suggests more towards romance at the end of the story. If that's not your thing, please go no further.
5 missed calls. Kurt.
Dave sighed, blinking back the tears again. He glanced at the clock.
4.23pm.
It had taken the smaller boy nine minutes to call five times.
Nine short minutes, the longest of Dave's life.
He groaned in frustration and sadness.
Why can't I just do it already?
Tightening his fist around the bottle of sleeping pills in his hand, he raked his left hand through his short hair.
It shouldn't be this hard.
He unscrewed the cap, tipping several of the small white pills in his hand. Catching his reflection in the window beside his bed, Dave blinked slowly, a single tear escaping down his cheek.
He just looked...worn out.
Like the world was pressing down on his shoulders.
For a while – just a little while – Dave had finally felt ok. After years of tormenting Kurt, he had faced his fears. And Kurt had somehow forgiven him.
And all was well, until Dave changed schools.
Then the secret he had finally come to terms with came out.
And with it, out came Dave.
Nothing had ever made him regret what he did to Kurt more than the emotions washing through him at that moment.
The despair, the anger, the humiliation. It was too much, crashing through him like a tidal wave, breaking on the shores of Dave's tough exterior.
And he found that he just couldn't take it.
His phone rang again. And again.
He didn't deserve to be cared for so much by the one person who should hate him more than anything else in the world.
But this sweet, wonderful boy was ringing him.
And Dave feared that if he picked up the phone, there was no chance that he'd be able to go through with his plan.
Although, if he was certain of it, Dave probably would have done it by now.
He could be lying in his bed for the final time, eyes slipping closed forever, peace numbing his brain.
His shaking thumb hovered over the answer button as the phone sounded.
This is your moment. You have to decide, David Karofsky. Life or death?
And then Dave thought of Kurt. Of how the smaller boy had so much faith in him. And he decided, if he answered the phone, he would be a man or the first time in his life and face his problems.
He was going to transfer back to McKinley.
He was going to announce to the world what he was, and he was going to be proud of it.
He was going to quit the football team, and join the Glee club.
He was going to tell Kurt how he felt about him, and they were going to walk hand in hand down the hall together.
And all of that was ok with Dave.
Tossing the tablets and bottle in the bin, he pressed the green button as the phone rang for the umpteenth time and lifted it to his ear.
As Kurt's worried voice started babbling and echoing through his head, some of Dave's anxieties started to crack and slip away.
He felt a small smile working its way onto his face, a carefree laugh bubbling from between his lips.
He felt the relief pouring into the other boy all those kilometres away.
And Dave couldn't help but think that he'd made the right decision.
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