Cameron gingerly wrapped his arms around Damian, staring at Lindsay incredulously. Lindsay just shrugged, looking as unsure as Cameron did in that moment. He glanced around the kitchen, taking in all the familiar faces. Samuel's smile stretched into a full blown grin and Emily offered a wave.

"Cameron," Damian gasped out, his voice heart breaking.

He pulled away from Cameron, wiping his eyes furiously. He held onto Cameron's right arm though, taking him in for a moment. Cameron's eyes trailed over Damian's figure, sighing when he saw how skinny the boy was. Cameron offered a half smile, idly wondering if Damian had forgotten everything that had happened ten years ago.

"It's been," Damian paused, obviously searching for the right words, "Ages"

Cameron nodded, not really trusting himself to speak. He decided it would probably be wise to say something, he knew it would sound forced. In a way it was, he felt like he was being forced to be here and maybe he was. Lindsay smiled softly, encouraging him to say something, anything.

"My condolences," Cameron settled with, trying to sound sincere.

It wasn't that he was happy that she had passed away, because he didn't know here and he never had planned on meeting here. However, he wasn't happy about anyone dying and leaving someone so broken. Damian's expression collapsed, pain exploding across his expression.

"Thank you," He forced out, his teeth ground together, "How did you-"

He broke off as his gaze trailed over Lindsay, who tried to avoid her friend's gaze. Damian stared at her for a few minutes, before turning back to Cameron and dropping his arm. He stepped back and walked back over to the mess he had caused, bending down to scope up the broken china.

"No Damian," Marissa said quickly, bending down herself, "I can get that,"

"I'm not an invalid!" Damian snapped, grabbing the china harshly and then wincing.

He opened his hand and dropped the china, letting out a hiss. Cameron sighed as the blood pushed through the skin, some droplets hitting the tiles. Marissa pulled back and looked at him unsurely, biting her lip and turning towards Samuel.

"I got it," Samuel said lightly, bending down and picking up the bits.

Damian looked down at his hand helplessly, staring in an almost fascinated way at the beds of blood. Cameron stepped forward, mentally cursing himself for even feeling like he should help but, it was Damian. Over the years, when people asked why he had put himself through so much pain and especially for such a long time, Cameron had just said, it was Damian.

"First aid kit?" Cameron asked, not trusting himself to reach for Damian's hand.

Damian blinked, pulling his eyes away from the blood. He unsurely met Cameron's gaze but Cameron was unable to hold it, dropping his back to the cut. Damian cleared his throat awkwardly, pulling Cameron's gaze back up to his.

"Bathroom," He said, voice sounding weak.

Cameron tried not to show, just how horrible he felt. Instead, tried to appear like he wanted to be here. He did in a way but, he didn't want to be in this situation. Damian spun around and pushed through a door, his feet thundering up what Cameron could guess was stairs.

He looked back at Lindsay, unsure what he should do. He didn't know if he possessed the strength to follow Damian, or if it was the right thing. Lindsay shrugged, offering no advice and maybe, that's why Cameron followed Damian. He took the stairs slowly, following a few drops of blood. He pushed open the ajar bathroom door, watching his friend slumped over the sink.

"Damian?" He asked quietly.

Damian wrenched upwards, his eyes finding Cameron's easily. It only sent a hot slab of regret through Cameron, regretful that the memories began to slip through him. He swallowed and stepped into the bathroom, taking the kit out of Damian's other hand.

"I think it's kind of a two man job," Cameron noted, gesturing for Damian to sit on the bath tub.

Damian held out his hand, allowing Cameron to wrap it in bandages and make sure it was done securely. If he was in pain, Damian didn't show it. His expression was cold and distant, Cameron didn't know if it was from him or, the events.

Cameron coughed and said the only thing he could think of, "I'm sorry I wasn't at the service, I didn't make it in time. The traffic and all,"

Damian stared at him for a long moment, nodding slowly, "It's fine, you don't have to lie. I know that you didn't want to come, I know that you don't want to be here. I guess I don't blame you,"

"I'm here though," Cameron shrugged.

He placed the bandages and tape back into the kit, sighing and standing up. Damian followed in suit and flexed his hand, taking the kit. Cameron watched, as he shoved it back in cupboard, before slamming it angrily. He then slammed the door and leant back against it, hands in his hair.

"I can't do this!" He exclaimed angrily, glaring at Cameron, "I'm not cut out for this!"

Cameron blinked, utterly baffled, "I can leave, if you need me too,"

Damian now was the one to blink, his anger evaporating in a second. Cameron bit his lip and shifted awkwardly, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. Surely, this must be a little awkward and hard for Damian, despite the events from so long ago. Of course, it would be a million times worse for Cameron but, he couldn't be the only one that didn't want to be in this situation.

However, it always seemed to be Cameron who couldn't handle it. Even when, ten years ago, Damian had backed away from him and stared at him with fear; he had shaken it off. When Cameron had packed his bags and tried to leave, Damian had been begging him to stay. When Cameron had left, it was his phone that was ringing and his inbox that was filled with Damian's frantic messages. It was Damian, that showed up on Cameron's doorstep, begging for him to listen.

It had been Cameron, who curled up in pain and turned to his music. It had been Cameron, who had severed all ties with The Glee Project people and rejected Ryan Murphy's offers of a role on Glee. So maybe, in a way Cameron had to be here because, this was his one chance to make things right and, even though Damian had hurt him; he still needed Cameron.

And dammit, Cameron would be there for Damian, for as long as he needed. Even if it tore the blonde apart, even if the blonde had willingly originally thrown their friendship away and forced the boy out.

"I want you here Cameron," Damian said carefully.

Cameron swallowed and sighed, wondering why he was here even. It wasn't as if things could return to how they were, those nine years ago or if, they could even hold a friendship. Right now, Cameron had no idea what place he could have in Damian's life because 'best friend' was a ridiculous notion. Cameron nodded though and directed his gaze to the floor, trying to sort out his complicated thoughts.

"It," Damian sighed and pulled himself away from the door, "Cam, I can't deal with this right now. I can't talk about it, okay? Please, just pretend we've been best friends for the past ten years,"

"Alright Damian," Cameron agreed easily.

If that was what Damian wanted, what Damian needed, then he would get it because, God forbid Cameron deny Damian of everything. No, he was too much of an idiot to say no to his best friend; even if for both parties it would be best. Damian blinked, half in surprise and relief, nodding at Cameron with a faint smile.

He opened the door, biting his lip and loosing himself in his thoughts. Cameron stepped out and headed down the stairs, stepping into the kitchen and taking a breath. No one approached him, everyone stared; almost as if he was going to disappear. After a few moments, Cameron met Emily's gaze.

They hadn't been close, they never really had the opportunity; what with her being so little in the competition but, he always had the notion that the others were wrong about her. She smiled and stepped forward, her black nails glinting in the harsh artificial light. Cameron smiled in return, even if it was weak and completely fake.

She opened her arms with a soft, "Come here chia,"

Cameron smiled at the name she addressed everyone with, before hugging her tightly. He knew he didn't deserve the comfort, nor did he really deserve their acceptance but they, were willing to give it. Samuel detangled himself from the sink and walked over, throwing his arms around both of them. Cameron let himself laugh hollowly, never would anyone say that Samuel Larsen wasn't affectionate.

Eventually, the rest joined in and Cameron, needed it to much to make light of it. None of them did and when Damian tumbled into the room, they only drew him into the center of the hug. Some tears splashed against Cameron's neck and he glanced down, to see Damian hiding his face there. Cameron's heart went out to the younger boy and sighed in acceptance, knowing that he could put the past behind them.

If it meant, he could help Damian, then he'd be here and forget all the hurt. Damian deserved that and maybe, he could mend a few fences with sticking around. After a ten year absence, he was sure there would be a lot to catch up on.

His resolve weakened when an unknown voice reached his ears, no one looked as shocked as him though. Damian just turned around and broke out of the hug, smiling softy at the younger boy. He watched as Damian ran his hands through the boy's black hair and smiled at him softly, before kneeling in front of him.

Cameron glared down at Lindsay, who cautiously looked up at him and mouthed, "stay". Like he had any real notions of running away, not after Damian had stated that he wanted him there but, that was a child. A child, who looked so strikingly like Damian, it almost broke Cameron's heart once more.

"Cam," Damian said softly, standing upright and directing his gaze to the blonde.

Cameron smiled softly at the child, when it's bright blue eyes met his for a brief moment. They were ebbed in curiosity and sadness, instead of saying anything the child turned it's questioning gaze to Damian.

"This is your uncle Cameron," Damian explained to the boy softly, pointing at Cameron.

Cameron nodded and tried to smile, feeling as if his face was about to break in two from sheer force of having to smile.

"Like Uncle Sam?" The child smiled, "And Uncle Bryce?"

"Just like that kiddo," Samuel grinned down at the kid, throwing in a wink for good measure.

"And Cameron," Damian smiled brightly, a tinge of pride in his eyes, "This is Mitchell,"