I didn't know that I was going to end up writing a second part to this, maybe even more parts in the future. So I would like to thank my bby, Salty, because she's the one who made me write this. Um, slight language warning? It's only one word, but still.

Stop, Before You Fall

Into The Hole That I Have Dug Here.

Rest, Even As You

Are Starting To Feel The Way I Used To.

He had seen Dave. Had seen, and touched, and talked to him. One minute he had been there, and the next...gone. David had killed himself. Kurt knew that. He had attended the funeral. He had seen the jock in the casket with the putting in the whole that he had blown in his head. Kurt knew that he was dead. And yet, there was still the lingering feeling of wanting to see him again. To try and tell him that things got better. That being gay, no matter how much ridicule he was going to receive, was okay.

Things got better. If not today or tomorrow, they would. They always did. It had been the only comfort that Kurt was finding recently. Telling himself that things got better. That Davis was in a better place. Happy, free to be who he wanted to be, and not alone anymore. Kurt ran a hand through his hair gently. Why was he thinking about David so much? He should hate the boy after everything that he had done. But he couldn't. He just just couldn't bring himself to hate David Karofsky. Not after the conversation in the hall. Not after David had apologized.

Kurt sighed and looked down at the French book that he was trying to study out of. He was trying. He was trying to push aside all thoughts of Dave and just go on with his life. Now that he finally had come to terms with David being gone, he could get back to his normal life. Get back to studying French and going out to coffee with Mercedes and Blaine, and focusing on Glee club, and just being normal again.

As the seconds ticked on, Kurt came to the realization that he had read the same paragraph twice, only understanding about half of what he read either time. His mind was too preoccupied with that dumb jock and his decision to end his life. Or did it end Kurt's life? When that bullet went through Dave's brain, did it not only end his own life, but Kurt's too? He couldn't go a day without thinking of him, not to mention the fact that Kurt had been able see David just earlier. Oh, but Kurt knew. Kurt was very much alive, and David was very much dead.

What did it all mean? He hadn't been able to see his mother when she died, and it would have made more sense if Kurt had been able to see her rather than David Karofsky. He had loved his mother with all of his heart and soul, and Dave was just...Well, Dave. The boy who pushed him into lockers and called him a girl. The boy who had kissed him and then threatened to kill him. The boy who scared him and hurt him until he ran away. Why would he see him of all people?

Sighing once again, Kurt closed his French book and pushed it to the side, giving up on trying to study. He was distracted and tired. Thinking about Dave was exhausting. Trying to figure out why he could see him and what it meant was exhausting. Everything about Dave was exhausting. Especially when thinking of David made Kurt's heart race and made his lips tingle and let his mind wander to thinking about David's arms wrapped around him, comforting him and just hold him. No! He couldn't be thinking of stuff like that!

"Ugh. David, why me? I know you said that you love me...but..." Kurt moaned, laying back on his bed, his hand over his eyes. He was just talking to his room, trying to get some of the thoughts out of his brain in order to concentrate. He never expected an answer.

"Because you were the only one who ever understood me," a voice said beside Kurt.

The boy's eyes flew open and he sat up, looking at Dave who was sitting on the edge of his bed. Seeing him there, Kurt let out a little scream and scrambled backwards off of the bed. Dave was just sitting there, staring at the wall, silent. "You're not suppose to be here! You left!" Kurt yelled at Dave.

Dave turned to look at Kurt. "You asked why I was here, so shut up!" he yelled back at the smaller boy. Kurt didn't say anything, but looked down and gently crawled back on the bed, keeping as much distance between him and David as possible. "You understood me, when I didn't even understand myself. You tried to help me, but I couldn't. I couldn't accept your help... All my life I was taught that asking for help, showing a sign of weakness- it was bad. I'm a man and men don't ask for help! Especially not when it comes to stuff like 'feelings' and 'relationships.' Fuck, my whole life I was told not to be one thing that I truly was! How was I suppose to deal with any of that?" Dave asked, turning away from Kurt and staring at the wall again. "And then you showed up. You were confident and out and ready to take on the school... and you gave me hope Kurt. Hope that I could actually come out and be happy.

"But then I saw what the other jocks did to you. Pushing you into lockers and throwing you into dumpsters... it scared me. I couldn't be the one getting through into lockers and dumpsters and stuff. I just couldn't. I would have been such a disappointment to my father..." Dave mumbled, clenching his fist against his knee. "You knew where I was coming from and you tried to help, even after all the crap I've don to you. And, I don't know how, or why, but some where along the way, I fell in love with you," Dave said softly. Dave looked up at Kurt. In that moment he was completely open and vulnerable. Everything about him.

Kurt saw the hurt and pain behind David's eyes and leaned over, touching his hand. He was surprised when he felt Dave's hand under his own. He smiled weakly and stared down at their hands for a second before looking up into David's eyes. "That still doesn't explain why you're here," he whispered softly.

David smiled weakly and turned to look at the wall again. "When you die, you're allowed to reveal yourself to one person. That person is allowed to see you and touch you and talk to you, and no one else in the world can. Unless you're dead, then you can communicate with others who are dead. You can't see your mom because she chose your dad. That's why he does the Friday night dinners still. Because he can see her," Dave explained.

"How do you know about Friday night dinners?" Kurt asked, confused.

David chuckled. "I'm not stalking you. I just spend a lot of time with your mother. She told me about them," he said simply.

Kurt smiled slightly and wiped at his eyes. Just the thought of his mother being in the house with them now was comforting to Kurt. "Why me though? Why no Azimio or one of your parentS?" Kurt asked, shaking his head slightly. He was still confused about what David was doing here, revealing himself to him.

Dave chuckled lightly and smiled. He turned from the wall to look directly into Kurt's eyes. "I figured that since you were the only person who saw me when I was alive, you should be the only person to see me when I'm dead."