Hello my lil chickadees! So I couldn't resist posting this chapter so soon. I really hope you guys like it and feel free to tell me your thoughts.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters.

"Listen up ladies!"

The cheerios gathered around Coach Sylvester.

"Practice your jumps for thirty more minutes, and then you may be dismissed."

Kitty sighed and reluctantly went to the sidelines to enhance her jumps. The football players were on the field and she saw Ryder catch the ball.

It had been a week since their conversation in the choir room, and her feelings still weren't any clearer to her. She was hoping to figure it all out soon.

She's snapped out of her thoughts, by a piercing whistle. Coach Beiste is pushing her way to someone who looks injured, and Kitty freezes.

It was Ryder. The shoulders and brown hair were the giveaway, and she felt like vomiting at the moment.

Sam ran past her and into the locker room. Kitty needed answers, so she clutched the blond boy's arm.

"Sam, what happened to Ryder?!"

He didn't hesitate, for adrenaline is rushing through him, and he ran to retrieve his cellphone. Kitty's dragged along with him and she hit his arm, repeating her previous question.

"He might've broke his arm!"

Sam sprinted back onto the field and gave his phone to his coach. She dialed an ambulance, while Ryder writhed in pain on the ground.

Before Kitty knew it, she found herself running to his side. She nudged her way through the bulky athletes and knelt down next to him. Unsure of what to do, she interlaced her fingers with his.

"They're on their way, Lynn. It's gonna be okay. Evans, you dial his parents for me."

"I don't have their number."

"I do!"

Coach Beiste looked at her, just noticing that she was there.

"Okay. Thanks Kitty."

Sam handed her his phone and she called his parents as fast as she possibly could. She told them the situation and if they could meet them at the emergency room. They agreed at once, and thanked her for notifying them.

Kitty felt a gentle squeeze, and she looked down at Ryder, realizing that all this time she hadn't let go of his hand. He gave her a faint smile, before a shock of pain ran through his arm and he pulled his face up in hurt. She was touched by his gesture and she ran her thumb across his knuckles.

Studying his features, she noticed that he began to move away and that she was being pulled with him.

"Ma'am! Can you please let go of his hand? We have to get him on the stretcher."

She nodded and let go of his hand, using her own to brush away her stray tears.

Coach Beiste put her hand on the blond's shoulder.

"Do you wanna ride with me in the ambulance? I can see if they can fit one more person."

Kitty nodded and thanked her.

They were both approved to sit beside him, and Kitty anxiously took the closest spot. She watched nervously as they hooked him up to an IV and did their medical jobs.

Soon, they were in the lobby of the hospital, while Ryder was being shuffled into a room filled with doctors and machines waiting for him.

His parents arrived and filled out the information needed, before seating themselves beside Coach Beiste and Kitty. She explained to him what had happened at practice, as Kitty chewed on her nails nervously.

She decided that the quiet of the waiting room, was a good time to sort through her feelings. The way she'd reacted to his injury, baffled her. She hadn't felt so scared in months.

So why was she feeling this way?!

Why was she wanting to be with him one moment and thinking the opposite the next?

She didn't have the answers to her questions and she leaned on her hand, sighing dejectedly.

The brunette next to her glanced in her direction.

"Doing some thinking?"

Kitty nodded at Coach Beiste.

"Yeah."

"About Ryder?"

"How'd you know?"

"Just a guess. Are you two still together?"

Kitty's eyes stayed on the green cushioning of the chairs, before finally meeting hers.

"No."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"If it matters, you both still seem like you care about each other very much."

She paused to think about her words.

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you shouldn't throw something away, just because you got scared."

Kitty didn't have a clue how Coach Beiste was able to answer all of her questions with one statement. But she took it as a sign.

"Thanks."

"No problem," Ryder's parents exited his hospital room, "Now I think it's time for you to go see your man."

She grinned at the coach's words and headed for his room. He was lying in the bed, fiddling with the sheets.

Kitty gave a small wave.

"Hey."

Ryder met her presence, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Hey."

She sat down in the chair beside his bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Okay. My arm is numb, but I can still feel pain where the bone broke."

She threw a sympathetic look his way.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Thanks for coming here by the way. You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," she said smiling, "And I need to tell you something."

"Hit me."

Kitty reached for his hand across the bed and began slowly.

"I've realized… that I can't be your friend."

Ryder's brows knitted in confusion and his face showed pure hurt.

"What? Kitty, why-"

"I can't be just your friend," she paused for a moment, "And I wanted to wait to tell you this, but I can't anymore. Ryder, I love you."

He used his not broken hand to pull her to his face and close the space between them. She placed her hand on his cheek and he ran his hand through her hair. The two had missed this closeness between them dearly.

Ryder pulled away.

"I love you, too."

Kitty kissed him again, smiling against his lips.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'll give you a second to get over your fangirl attack. ;) Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! Critique as you please and I will see you all soon:) Mwah! Bye! :)