Okay. Hey guys! I guess I should start off by saying that I do not own Glee (unfortunately). This story is Rated T, but could become M in later chapters, who knows! It starts off with Klaine, but is DEFINITELY not a Klaine story, trust me. It's sprinkled with a little Seblaine, but is first and foremost a Kurtofsky fic!
Anyway, "On My Way" practically destroyed me. I had a different idea for a fanfic post"Heart", but after Tuesday, something new just started tugging at me and I figured I'd go with it. This story picks up from "On My Way," but then it's pretty much an AU after that. I hope you guys enjoy it and stick with it!
Also, feel free to review, I'd greatly appreciate it! xD
Kurt paced back and forth along the hospital hallway, flowers in hand. He was completely aware of what he wanted to do, but just couldn't find the strength to even take those few steps into David Karofsky's room. Having come down from his "winning Regionals" high, his mind couldn't help but contemplate everything that had led up to that point the past couple of days. No matter how hard he tried, Kurt couldn't stop picturing the course of events since Valentine 's Day. Just the thought of Dave believing that no one cared for him and that ending his life would be a viable option just tore him up. Honestly, if Dave had succeeded in his suicide attempt, after the last encounter that they had together, Kurt would've never forgiven himself. He decided that it was either now or never, and now seemed like the much better option. Like Mr. Schue said, life is too short.
Kurt reached for the knob and took a slow, deep breath. Exhaling, he twisted the knob and the door slid open. He stood in the entryway as David slowly looked up in his direction and a slight smile appeared on his face. Even though he knew what to expect, the sight of Dave in a hospital bed still tugged at Kurt's heartstrings.
"Hey," David breathed, barely audible. Kurt was frozen stiff for at least a good five seconds before he sighed "hey" in response. Kurt set the flowers down on the table beside the door and slowly proceeded to sit in the chair by Dave's bed. They sat in silence for a while and even though Kurt couldn't bring himself to look at the other boy, he knew that Karofsky was staring at him. He just knew it.
"The doctors are taking me off a seventy-two hour watch… they're letting me go home tomorrow," David said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"That's great, David… that's really great," Kurt replied, making an attempt at a smile. There was more silence. This time Kurt was the one who spoke first.
"You have no idea how happy I am that you're alive…"
"Yeah… me too," Dave nodded in agreement, the tiny smile still on his face. Though there was a sense of relief in his voice, Kurt could already feel his eyes burning from the tears he was trying so hard to hold back.
"I feel like this is my fault… I should've called you back. If I had just called you back one time," Kurt's voice cracked slightly and Karofsky simply shook his head.
"How could I expect you to do something like that after everything I've put you through? After everything I've done…"
"David, it's alright."
"The hell it is Kurt, it's the furthest thing from alright. It's just like you told me on Valentine's Day… I tortured you. I made your life miserable for months. But when the tables were turned and karma got back to me… I was ready to kill myself in less than a week," David's voiced broke into a quiet sob as he continued.
"My alleged best friend telling me that he never even wants to see me again… my mom telling me… that I'm diseased and need to be cured… I guess I had it coming," he chuckled sadly.
"No… no, David. No one deserves to ever go through something like that. No one deserves to be treated as if they are less than human… you are a person, David. A real person. And you deserve to be surrounded by people who love you and accept you for who you are," Kurt could no longer hide the tears. He let them freely fall and David did the same.
"I don't know what to do, Kurt… I tried bullying you to make myself feel better and that didn't work. I tried to accept who I am by going to gay bars and meeting people like me. And then I actually… I actually have the nerve to…"
"You don't have to say it… it's alright, David. Really," Kurt had already known where he was going. He was going to bring up the whole I think I love you thing. David let out a huge breath and tilted his head back on the headboard.
"I can't go back to that school, Kurt," he said solemnly.
"Then don't," Kurt said simply. David looked over at him, the tears still streaming down his face.
"Listen, Dave. I wish I could tell you it'll be easy from now on… but it won't. There are going to be days that seriously just… suck. You will have to take a lot of crap from a lot of people, people you don't even know and people who don't even know you. There are going to be times where you wish that you could just get away from the entire world… but you don't have to go at it alone.
"There are going to be people who will be there for you and who will love you and accept you through all of the crap life tries to throw your way. And if people can't accept you, then… to hell with them! Am I right?" Dave chuckled and nodded.
"You don't need fake people in your life. The only opinions that matter are those of the people that you care about and the people that care about you. And you can count on the fact that I'll be one of them. I am going to be with you every step of the way… and we are going to get through this together. You understand?" Kurt grabbed David's hand and clenched it tight. Dave smiled and sniffled as he nodded his head slowly. They sat relished the quiet for a moment when David said, "Hey Kurt…"
"Hmmm?" the singer responded, looking up at the taller boy. Dave bit his lip.
"Do you really care about me? You know, as a friend… like you said on Valentine's Day. Or were you just trying to let me down easy?" Kurt sighed and released his grip on David's hand. He really did mean what he had said; he liked Karofsky as a friend… if they could even be called that. He wasn't really sure what their relationship was right now. All he knew was that David needed him. And he was going to be there for him no matter what.
"Yes, Dave. I really do like you." David grinned. There must've been some truth behind it because for the first time since he sat down, Kurt actually had a genuine smile on his face.
Blaine was an idiot. He knew that he was an idiot. What was he doing here, honestly? Before the Regionals competition earlier that day, he never would've thought that he'd be sitting here alone at the Lima Bean waiting on freaking Sebastian Smythe of all people. After the New Directions won, the Warbler claimed that he wanted to "talk" to Blaine afterwards, about what, he had absolutely no idea. Truth be told, Blaine wasn't completely in love with the idea of meeting up with the guy, but apparently it was important that they meet.
Blaine looked down at his watch. 5:28. Sebastian was running about thirty minutes late to his own setup. Naturally, Blaine thought. As he stood up to leave, who better to pop into the building than the tardy Sebastian himself? Blaine sighed and sat back down slowly as Sebastian made his way over to the table. It almost caught Blaine by surprise to not see him in his Dalton blazer. Sebastian huffed and looked Blaine right in the eyes, contact which Blaine was not completely comfortable with.
"Hey, Blaine," he said firmly. The shorter boy merely grunted, announcing his acknowledgement of Sebastian's presence. The latter sat down and intertwined his fingers on the table.
"I'm assuming you're wondering why I wanted to meet you here," Sebastian asked. Blaine scoffed.
"Just a little. What, do you have a slushie with glass in it this time? Would you like to mess up my other eye? Or maybe you had something else in mind," Blaine said sarcastically, the last sentence more to himself rather than towards Sebastian. To his surprise, the Warbler only responded with a small sigh and not his usually quick and clever rebuttals.
"Look, Blaine. The reason I invited you over here is because over the past few days, I've been doing some thinking. I feel really bad for the way I've treated you and Kurt. The whole Karofsky thing… along with some other stuff has made me realize that I've kind of been a huge dick," Sebastian said softly. Blaine chuckled.
"Kind of?" he said cynically. Sebastian shut his eyes and exhaled.
"I'm sorry, Blaine. Really, I am. I apologize for everything. I'm sorry for Kurt, the slushie, and well… you know." Blaine shifted in his chair uncomfortably as he glanced around and then leaned in closer to the Warbler. Sebastian did the same.
"You haven't told anyone, have you? About…" Blaine's eyes widened as to make sure that the taller boy knew what he was referring to. Sebastian immediately shook his head.
"No, Blaine. The old Seb would've done that, but not me. I'm serious about turning over a new leaf. I want you to know that and I also want Kurt to know that. Like I said the other day, for too long I've treated everything as a big joke. I don't want to do that anymore. I really like you, Blaine, and I want this friendship to work. I want to start over. Not from when we first met at Dalton, but before… you know. No more games, no more tricks. Clean slate."
Blaine sat in his chair silent for a moment. From the day that they met, Sebastian had been trying to pry him away from Kurt and wasn't trying to hide it at all. Blaine had a feeling that something was up since that night at Scandals, but he never let himself admit that. The reason for that was possibly because he actually liked Sebastian and enjoyed his company. Sure, he loved Kurt, but it was nice to have Sebastian around sometimes. Things seemed to be going fine until Michael week… then there was the incident. Blaine was having a hard time looking past it, but in light of recent events, starting over might not have been such a horrible idea.
"Fine," he finally muttered. Sebastian grinned slightly. Blaine loosened up, but made sure to keep the appearance to Sebastian that his guard was still up.
"So… buddy. Is that all you wanted to talk about?" Blaine asked. Sebastian chuckled, but Blaine could tell that it wasn't out of amusement.
"Not exactly… there's something else that you and I need to talk about."
Haha so anyway, this just came to my mind and I had to put it into writing. I will update this story within the next week. Actually, I will try to update at least once a week, if not more. Hope you guys enjoyed it! Please leave reviews, they are greatly appreciated! :)