Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to Gleek90 for his/her (I'm assuming her) very sweet review and because he/she read both Easy A and I Don't Even Know Why I'm Writing You within 24 hours! Also, the song mentioned in this chapter is called The Bitch of Living from Spring Awakening Thanks everybody for the awesome reviews and for the alerts/favorites! Enjoy the new chapter :)

Another thing! I was talking with Gleek90 and they mentioned that it'd be cool to see someone draw a picture of the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror picture from the Disney chapter. If anyone wants to do that, it'd be super cool! I'm not artistically talented, but that'd be cool to see. If you need to know what Walt looks like, look at the cover to Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by MCR. The guy in that is who I based him off of. So yea. Now on to the chapter.

May Junior Year

Mr. and Mrs. Parker had both fallen asleep in chairs in the hospital room while Blaine and Kurt were talking to each other about nothing important, trying to stay awake. They'd decided that they'd operate in shifts. Two of them would stay up while the other two slept so that someone would be awake when Walt did wake up.

Walt looked bad, to say the least. Once they washed the makeup off his face, it was apparent that he had two black eyes and a decent sized bruise on his cheek. He had a mild concussion from hitting the back of his head on the hard stage when he passed out, and a few bumps and bruises here and there. At least nothing was broken. That's what everyone kept saying.

"I can't believe Dave is coming up here with Alice," Kurt whispered to Blaine from his seat on his lap. As soon as Alice received Kurt's text, she told Dave what happened and they both agreed on coming up to see him since they'd both already finished their finals. It was a seven hour drive from Ohio though, so it'd be a while still.

"I'm not surprised," Blaine said dryly. It wasn't that Blaine had anything against Dave anymore or anything; he was just pissed about this situation. Not only was a good friend of his knocked out because his asshole of a boyfriend beat the shit out of him, but also his husband had his first night on Broadway ruined by this. Now anytime he thinks about his first time, all he'll think about is rushing to the hospital right after his performance to see his beaten friend.

"Ouch," mumbled Walt as he tossed a little. Blaine and Kurt both looked over at him in surprise, since he hadn't come to consciousness yet.

"Walt?" Kurt said quietly. Walt opened his blue eyes and looked at his two friends.

"Oh, hey guys. Where the hell am I?" Walt asked, looking around the softly lit room.

"The hospital. You passed out on stage," Kurt said, getting up off Blaine and coming closer to Walt. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Kind of. I remember feeling really dizzy when we were singing Tonight, but I don't remember passing out," Walt said, trying to sit up but then falling back into his place in bed. His head felt like it weighed thousands of pounds.

"Don't try moving. You have a mild concussion from hitting your head on the stage floor when you passed out," Blaine said. "The doctor said you passed out from a combination of not eating before the show, stress, and your black eyes…"

"I guess that could do it," Walt mumbled. Kurt stared at him, trying to choose his words carefully before saying anything while Blaine decided on not saying anything at all since it really wasn't his place.

"Walt, has Ryan been hurting you?" Kurt finally asked. Walt chuckled nervously, rubbing his eyes. "I'm serious."

"Yeah, actually he had been for a while. I got this new shiner here because I marched over to his house before the show and dumped his ass like I should have done a long time ago," Walt said proudly. "I thought I could change him, you know? But I'm not going to get myself killed over it."

"Do you think he'll try to get back together?" Kurt asked. Walt nodded, closing his eyes again.

"I don't really care though. I'm done with relationships for a while, you know? I'm just going to enjoy the rest of college without them and then figure out where to go from there," Walt said with a yawn. He was still feeling the effects of his pain meds, so he wasn't hurting too badly and was feeling super sleepy. "If you guys don't mind, I'm going to sleep."

Dave tapped his foot as the album he bought off ITunes for Walt played through Alice's car speakers. He was trying to focus on the music to Walt's favorite musical, Spring Awakening, so he wouldn't think about how Walt had been in an abusive relationship and how he's in the hospital. It was easier to think about music instead.

"You know, Walt needs to be in this musical. His voice sounds just one of these singers," Alice rambled as they pulled into the gas station so they could get gas and coffee. "Want anything?"

"No, but get some Reese's for Walt. They're his favorite," Dave said, getting out of the car and filling up the gas tank. Alice's little jeta was a mighty beast, making the trip to New York a little less unbearable. After they had enough gas and coffee to stay conscious, they got back out on the highway and Alice toyed with the track seeker.

"This is Walt's favorite song," she said, turning it up. "It's the song he's doing for his final this year."

"God I dreamed there was an angel that could hear me through the wall as I cried out like in Latin "this is so not life at all". Help me out, out of this nightmare, then I heard her silver call. She said just give it time kid, I come to one and all. She said give me that hand please and the itch you can't control. Let me teach you how to handle all the sadness in your soul. Oh we'll work that silver magic then we'll aim it at the wall. She said love may make you blind kid, but I wouldn't mind at all," Alice sang along with the CD player. Dave just tapped his foot along, imagining Walt singing this song. It was so Walt's style.

"What is this musical about anyways?" Dave asked when it got to some of the stranger sounding lines.

"Sexual deprived children in Germany, to put it simply," she said, turning it back up. "It's the bitch of living, and living in your head! It's the bitch of living and sensing God is dead!" Alice was jamming out as much as you can without crashing your car. "Dave, can you put the cd player on repeat. I think this song fits my mood perfectly right now, and I don't want to hear anything else."

"Uh sure," Dave said, pressing the repeat 1 button on the dash. He started to really like the song after its fifth run through, but the fact that the character who sang the first verse's voice sounded exactly like Walt's made him want to puke. He didn't know what to expect when they did finally get to New York, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be very good.

"You can sleep until it's your turn to drive," Alice said, sipping some more coffee. "I actually recommend it."

So, Dave took her advice and went to sleep, having weird Spring Awakening induced dreams.

"I'm so glad you're feeling a little better Serenity," Mrs. Parker said, planting a kiss on Walt's forehead while she held his hand tight, rubbing it with her thumb. "They should be releasing you today with some pain medicine."

"God, I hope so. Hospitals creep me out," Walt said, slightly sitting up while he talked to his mom. Kurt Blaine had gone home an hour or so ago, leaving the Parkers to themselves. Walt liked being around his parents again, since he hasn't really seen them since he went home for Christmas with Dave.

"Walt," Mr. Parker said while he leaned against the wall. "Are you sure you want to stay up here in New York? You're so far away, and if something like this happens again, we might not be able to come and see you-"

"Dad, it's fine. I'm an adult and I can handle it," Walt said simply. Both of his parents looked at him, thinking about how he had made the rash decision to come to New York, stayed in an abusive relationship for a while, passed out on stage, and still thought he had everything under control.

"I wish our plane wasn't leaving soon," Willow said sadly, hugging her son again. "I don't want to leave you here by yourself."

"I'll be fine Mom. You guys go catch your plane," Walt said, kissing his mom's cheek and waving bye to his dad as they both left. "I'll see you guys soon."

Walt wasn't alone for very long. It might've been only a half hour before two more visitors came barging into the room.

"What the hell Man!" Alice yelled when she walked in, making Walt cover his ears. Loud noises still made his head hurt like a bitch.

"Please don't yell Alice," he said quietly. "It hurts my head."

"Just be happy if I don't beat your skull in," she said angrily, but quieter than the last thing that left her mouth. "You had us worried sick!"

"Us?" he asked, sitting up a little more to see Dave walking behind her. "Oh. I didn't know you guys talked to each other."

"It was a friendship formed out of necessity," Alice said quickly. "I swear to God Walt if you do anything this stupid again, I will kill you."

"Yeah, because I wanted to be in an abusive relationship and pass out on my opening night," Walt said, his irritation rising. "If it makes you feel better, I dumped Ryan's sorry ass."

"Good," Alice said, folding her shaking arms.

"Alice, go to bed. Here's Kurt and Blaine's address. Either take a cab or have Dave drive you there because you look like you're about to pass out," Walt said, writing out Blaine and Kurt's address and handing it to his friend. Instead of being hardheaded like usual, she took Walt's advice and called a cab, leaving Dave standing there awkwardly. "Hey."

"Uh, hey," Dave said back, putting the Reese's cups and Spring Awakening on the table next to Walt. Walt smiled.

"Reese's cups? Sweet, thanks," Walt said, picking up the burnt cd and trying to read Dave's hand writing. "You listened to Spring Awakening?"

"Yeah," Dave said, still standing there awkwardly. Should he sit down in one of those chairs or on Walt's bed? Or what should he do?

"David, stop being awkward. We dated for more than two years," Walt said, smiling at his close friend. Dave smiled back, grabbing one of the chairs and pulling it closer to Walt before sitting down.

"How have you been? I've only been hearing from what Alice has been telling me," Dave asked, noticing the minor differences in how Walt looked. His hair was still normal colored but was a little longer that it use to be. He seemed to be a bit thinner, but he was always pretty thin. He looked really pale, but that was probably just because of recent events.

"Do I really need to answer that question?" Walt said with a laugh. Dave blushed at how stupid that question really was.

"Sorry," Dave said.

"How have you been? It's been a long time," Walt asked, staring at Dave. He hated how all those feelings were being sucked back into him, especially since he'd just told Kurt yesterday (or was that today?) that he wanted to stay single for a while.

"Yeah it has been. I've been fine. School's already let out for us, so yeah. Only two more years to go," Dave said awkwardly as a nurse came in to give Walt some more pain meds and tell him that he can't leave until after the doctor sees him, which won't be for a while.

"I hate this medicine they give me. I have messed up dreams and it makes me really tired," he complained as he yawned. "Sorry I'm not really being the life of the party. You can leave if you want."

"I came up here to see you. I'm not leaving just yet," Dave said. Walt laughed a little, turning on the dimmer lights with the remote that controls them.

"How has your therapy been going?" Walt asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

"Really well actually. I didn't think it was going to help, but the more I talk things through with her, the better I feel. It's like, by telling what happened and how it messed me up, I'm taking away some of Karofsky's power. You know?" Dave said quietly.

"I'm not going to pretend like I totally understand, but I think I get it," Walt said honestly, yawning again.

"I'm sorry, you probably want to go to sleep," Dave said, getting up and putting his chair back. "I'll come back later, okay?"

"Yeah, but Dave, come here really quick," Walt said before Dave could leave. Dave walked over to Walt, standing next to him. "Thanks for coming. I've really missed you."

"I've missed you too," Dave said. They both stared at each other awkwardly, not knowing if they should hug or what, so Dave just turned and walked away. "I'll definitely be back later, maybe with Alice if she's not still sleeping. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Walt said back. He laid there in that bed, just thinking about Dave and how he remembered that Spring Awakening was his favorite musical and that Reese's cups were his favorite candy. Just the fact that he'd come to New York from seven hours away to see him was crazy in itself.

His thoughts were broken by the sound of footsteps coming to his room. Walt closed his eyes and started taking deeper breaths, so whoever it was would think he was sleeping and leave him to his thoughts. He listened as the person searched around his room for something.

"Where did she put those keys?" Dave whispered, feeling around on the table until he found Alice's keys. Walt heard them jingle has Dave put them into his pocket and hesitated before leaving, like he was contemplating something. Walt just kept pretending to sleep, waiting for him to leave. He almost dropped his cover when Dave kissed him on the forehead and swept the hair out of his face. "I love you," Dave whispered quietly as he walked away, leaving the hospital to go to the Hummel-Anderson home. Walt gave in to sleep, having happy dreams of old memories from a time he missed more than he should.