A/N: So, Regionals is taking longer to write than I expected. Here's a little bit Dandon-ness to make up for the wait. :) I'm not sure when Regionals will be up, but it should be rather long..

Reviews are always appreciated. I love hearing what you all think since I can't exactly read your minds or anything...

xxx, Elizabeth

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of suicide and self harm. If this will trigger you in anyway, please skip it.

(Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Glee.)

Chapter Eight Pt. II

I need your grace to remind me to find my own.

"Hi," Kurt whispered softly to Sebastian as he laced their fingers together.

"Hey, so was that the special hello I was waiting for?"

The smaller of the two giggled, "Why, yes. Yes it was. Was it as good as you imagined?"

"No," Sebastian smirked, "it was a little better, I think."

Kurt wrapped his arms around the taller boy, "Bas, once again, you are being adorable. Cheesy, but adorable nonetheless."

He grinned, "Come on. Landon has something in store for Dave. You won't want to miss it."

Dave overheard his name and became curious. "Oh yeah? And what might that be?"

"Nothing! Erm—well, something, but—umm, just come with me," Landon stammered and grabbed Dave's forearms, pulling him in the direction of the choir room.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at Sebastian but grabbed his hand and followed along without a question. He decided he would find out for himself soon either way.

When the four entered the choir room, it was completely cleared out, except for Nick and Jeff who were sitting by the piano, quietly talking to each other. Landon was happy that the plan was working the way he wanted it to. "Okay, David. Go sit down. I have a surprise for you," he said with only a small hint of nerves apparent in his voice.

Dave gave the other four boys in the room a confused look, but went to sit down as he was instructed. Kurt, Sebastian, and Nick sat together on the sofa across from Dave with smiles on their faces. Kurt had figured out what was about to happen, but was curious to see what song would be performed. When he recognized the first few notes of the introduction played by Jeff, he stifled a laugh. The sheer ridiculousness of the song was perfect and completely something he expected Landon to do. Landon grinned at him before focusing back on Dave as he began to sing.

I threw a wish in a well

Don't ask me, I'll never tell

I looked to you as it fell

And now you're in my way

Landon smiled innocently as he sang, the words leaving his mouth smoothly. His version sounded better than the original in the opinion of each of the boys in the room. Jeff's piano playing was also appreciated, for it provided a simpler take on the song.

I'd trade my soul for a wish

Pennies and dimes for a kiss

I wasn't looking for this

But now you're in my way

Landon began to dance around goofily as he sang—prancing around the couch Dave was seated on. Dave was blushing wildly. He knew Landon would try something on him, but he had never expected this song. But listening to the way Landon sang it, he actually heard the lyrics. They were sweet and innocent. And they caused Dave to grin madly.

Your stare was holdin'

Ripped jeans, skin was showin'

Hot night, wind was blowin'

Where you think you're going, baby?

On the last line before the chorus, Landon bent down on his knees in front of Dave and grabbed his hand as if he were begging for him to stay. Dave laughed at the expression on the other boy's face. Landon pulled him up off the couch and forced him to dance with him as the smaller of the two continued singing.

Hey, I just met you

And this is crazy

But here's my number

So call me, maybe

The two boys looked so happy as they danced around each other. The lyrics actually did match their situation quite well. Since they both met, they had been on each other's minds at all times of the day. Landon had actually acquired Dave's number quite soon after they met. The fact that their relationship was progressing so quickly was actually rather crazy, so the song seemed fitting.

You took your time with the call

I took no time with the fall

You gave me nothing at all

But still, you're in my way

Landon mimed the lyrics as he sang, causing everyone watching to laugh. As the song progressed to its end, Landon sat down on the couch with Dave.

So, call me, maybe?

The last words were spoken rather than sung and as he said them, Landon pulled a paper out of his pocket and handed it to Dave.

Dave smiled as he took it, opening it quickly.

Will I be done waiting soon?

xxx, Landon

Dave laughed as he read the words then looked up at the endearing curly-haired boy next to him and nodded. "Perfect!" Landon said happily and cuddled into Dave's side, assuming their usual position. He shot his bright blue eyes pointedly at all the other boys in the room, causing them to awkwardly murmur made up excuses and slowly leave the room.

"So," Dave began as he looked at Landon, "I think now would be a good time to tell you something I've been sort of avoiding. Although, I'm sure you've been warned it was coming if you don't know already." He shot a worried glance at the boy beside him. He was so freakin' adorable. It seriously shouldn't be legal. Either way, he knew he would have to tell the boy eventually if he ever wanted to move beyond friendship territory.

"I have been vaguely warned, but I honestly cannot think of a single thing that would change my mind about you," the British boy said innocently as he smiled and cuddled closer. "Although, I would definitely be lying if I told you I wasn't at all curious."

"It's just, I'm scared that you'll think of me differently after you find out. That you'll get freaked out or something."

"David," Landon said with a serious tone as he looked into the boys brown, scared eyes, "there is nothing you can tell me that will scare me off. It's far too late for that."

Dave smiled and then said in no more than a whisper, "It's hard for me to say this out loud. Um, okay. A few months ago, I attempted."

Landon cocked his head to the side. "Attempted what?"

Dave looked down at his wrists to see the scars still evident. He hadn't cut in a while. Not since he had almost died. But the scars were still there—a reminder of the dark hole he had fallen into when he fell, tumbling out of the closet and into his knew life. "A few months ago, I was at dinner with Kurt. We were holding hands at one point—Kurt was reassuring me about something. Some guy on the football team from the school I was attending at the time saw us together and could tell that I had feelings for Kurt. He told the rest of the team, and, soon, the entire school knew. I pretty much was thrown out of the closet, head first and tumbling.

"One day, I walked to my locker and someone had spray painted FAG across it. Death threats filled my entire wall for pages on Facebook. Everyone at that school seemed to hate me. I didn't have any friends either. Kurt was sort of weirded out when he found out I had a stupid crush on him, and Seb was actually one of the people that was putting me down.

"When my parents found out, my mom told me I had a disease. She suggested that I go to one of those stupid straight camps. When I told her I wouldn't do it, she left us without a word—completely abandoned us and hasn't spoken to me since. My dad didn't freak out, but he never really reassured me either. I think he just had no idea how to deal with it.

"I couldn't take the pressure, so I started cutting myself. It helped sometimes—the physical pain causing the mental pain to be momentarily forgotten. But there were no long term results. I tried to go to my counselor, but she just gave me these stupid booklets about 'how to not be gay' and told me that I could be 'cured'. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went home and hung myself from a rod in my closet.

"My dad found me before I could actually die, thank god. But it still gave us both quite a scare. I promised I would never do that again. I deleted my account on Facebook, transferred back to McKinley, started hanging out with Seb and Kurt, and began talking with my dad more. I'm better now, but I thought you should know that before you make any decisions about me." Dave finished his speech by looking into Landon's bright eyes to see that they were filled with tears.

"David," the blue-eyed boy said in a broken whisper. He couldn't form any other words. He silently pulled one of Dave's wrists toward him. He looked at it questioningly for a moment, one finger tracing along the white scars. He slowly brought the wrist to his mouth and kissed it gently. "David, please. Never do this again. Please." His voice was broken and tears were still flowing from his eyes.

Dave watched silently as Landon brought his wrist to his lips. The contact caused silent tears to roll down his cheeks. Of all the times he had imagined what the smaller boy's reaction to hearing about this would be, he had never dared to even think that this may be how he would respond.

Landon smiled and cuddled closer to Dave, pulling his legs up so they sprawled across Dave's lap. Dave scooped the boy up with ease and pulled him into his lap. The British boy leaned against Dave's chest, listening to his heartbeat, thanking God that he was still alive and well enough for this moment to even occur. "Dave, you are the most amazing person I know," he murmured, slowly regaining composure. There was something about being close to Dave that helped that process along. It calmed him and made him feel so safe and secure to be held in the brown-eyed boy's arms.

"How so?" Dave whispered. "I tried to kill myself to get away from everything. That is probably the most cowardly thing I could have done. And the worst part? I used to be one of those people. I harassed Kurt on a daily basis. I was scared of myself. I'm not brave."

Landon traced patterns in the scars on the other boy's wrist, "Yes, but you survived it. And you didn't try to leave again. You made your life better. You sculpted an entirely new world for yourself out of the ruins of your old life. You made things better. If I was in your situation, I probably would have just given up—decided it was too hard."

"Well, thank you." He brought a thumb up and brushed away the tears that were still sliding down Landon's tear-stained face.

Landon cuddled closer and pulled Dave's arms around him. In that moment, he just wanted to be as close to the boy as he could. "What for?"

"For not judging me. And for thinking I'm brave even though I don't see it at all." His arms tightened around the boy in his lap.

"Didn't I tell you that nothing you could say would change how I feel about you? I meant it." He nuzzled his head into Dave's chest, content with just lying there for a while, listening to the boy's heartbeat once again. "And David?"

"Yeah?"

"I—I'm really glad it was only an attempt. If you actually died, we would've never met. Maybe there was a reason why you didn't die. Maybe God—or some alternate power—wanted to show you that there was another path for you that you didn't see before. One with McKinley and Sebastian and Kurt. One with Glee and the Warblers. One with happiness." The boy paused to nuzzled further into Dave's chest. "One with me," he said in a barely audible whisper.

"Landon?"

"Hmm?" the smaller boy hummed happily.

"You need to stop talking. Because, right now, I'm in danger of completely falling for you, okay?"

Landon looked into Dave's brown eyes, a completely serious look on his face. "All the more reason for me to keep talking then."

This caused Dave to laugh. Yes, he was definitely falling for the blue-eyed boy with the crazy curly hair. Did he mind? Not one bit.