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You've Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 8

"Eat, Hummel," Dave said through clenched teeth, glaring at Kurt. Kurt huffed but shoved a small fork full of green beans in his mouth. He chewed slowly, swallowing against his will. Narrowing his eyes he turned and stuck his tongue out at Dave.

"Happy?" Kurt growled, innocently dropping some beans on the ground.

"I'll be happy when I can't see your fucking ribs through your shirt, okay?" Dave's eyes raked across the room, freezing on the commotion at the head table. Two nurses and an orderly were practically shoving food down Connor's throat. Connor was crying, swinging his arms out to try to knock the fork away.

Dave had been watching Connor and was amazed at how thin the boy was. Connor was way over six foot tall and Dave was sure he had heard a nurse say that the boy weighed less than 135 pounds. At best he looked like a Holocaust victim with his shirt off.

"You're going to end up looking like fucking Connor. What good will that do? They're going to start force feeding you soon if you don't start eating, Kurt." Dave said, trying to get Kurt to realize how important this was. After a moment, Kurt sighed and shoved a large mouthful of chicken into his mouth, chewing slowly. "Thank you," Dave whispered, nodding his head.

The two boys ate in silence, Dave constantly encouraging Kurt to eat a bit more. Finally they were dismissed and followed the group of Level Threes back downstairs. Seth had the night off so Kurt was actually going to go to bed on time and he was excited. He felt so sleep deprived when he snuck off with Kurt. Dave huffed as he watched Kurt swallow his assortment of pills and move aside to wait. Dave swallowed his two pills and fallowed the smaller boy to the TV room.

Dave dropped down onto the couch next to Kurt without a word. He didn't talk back when Kurt talked to him, just stared at the blank TV.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Kurt asked, turning so he was looking Dave in the face. Dave sighed but shook his head.

"Nothing."

"Oh? It doesn't seem like nothing. You're being a dick." Kurt exclaimed, grabbing Dave's arm in a tight grip.

"I don't'see how you think sneaking around with Seth is helping you," Dave whispered harshly, slightly pleased when Kurt flinched away. "After everything that's happened to you, you just jump on the first thing that moves. Skipping your meds, running around at night with him, and mopping around when he's not here isn't helping you, Kurt. It's making your worse. And oh hey-remember who's room is next to yours? Yeah-mine. I can see you guys at night; I hear you. I get it your lonely, but throwing yourself at an older man in a fucking mental institution is not going to make you feel any better."

Kurt stared at Dave with wide, tear filled eyes. His chest was heaving and he kept clasping and unclasping his finger. Immediately, Dave regretted what he said.

"Kurt, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," he whispered, trying to take Kurt's hand. Kurt swatted him away and stood up on shaky legs.

"Just leave me alone," Kurt hissed. "You don't know anything about me, stop pretending that you do!" He crossed the room and sunk heavily next to Connor who was hugging his knees and rocking back and forth.

"I know you better than you think I do," Dave whispered sadly, letting him go.

"So tell me, David," Dr. Rogers said in his quiet voice. What do you like about high school?"

"Um…I like being with my fri…" Dave trailed off, looking down when he realized he had no friends. "I like calculus. And physics. I liked playing football…But I liked hockey better. I guess I liked knowing people feared me; there was a sense of order."

Dave got quiet again and looked up to see Dr. Rogers writing on a notebook. The doctor nodded and cleared his throat.

"What about friends, David?" he asked.

"I…I didn't really have many friends. I mean I guess I was friends with the guys on the football team but not close friends. And Santana kind of became my friend during our pretend relationship. But Azimio had always been my best friend until…until…" Dave trailed off again, looking away from the doctor.

"Azimio betrayed you?" Dr. Rogers asked and Dave snorted bitterly.

"I had to tell him, you know? He was my best friend and I just assumed he'd accept me. But then he just got real quiet. And then he was yelling at me and kicking me out of his house. He ended up spraining my knee and that was part of the reason I couldn't…couldn't fight back. And after just turning me out like that he went and told the football team. Not only did he tell them but he just sat there and watched. He didn't even try to stop them!"

Dave wiped roughly at his face, groaning at the tears that were falling down his face. He reached out a shaky hand and took the tissue Dr. Rogers offered, blowing his nose like a trumpet.

"Now I'm not trying to condone what Azimio has done, David," the doctor started. "But let's think of how he must of felt when you told him. I'm sure it came as a great shock judging by what you've told me, about the way you two treated people. I'm sure he must have been afraid, also, because it may seem like this would change everything. I believe that Azimio still cares about you greatly."

"Then why didn't he stop it?" Dave yelled, a sob being barely contained.

"An important thing to remember about this, David, is that Azimio didn't join them. This shows that he feels guilty about what he said, what he caused. He might have been scared to step in."

"Yeah, this all sounds fine and dandy," Dave said bitterly. "But how often does your psycho-babble bullshit actually apply to real life situations? My best friend, who had been there through everything before, sold me out. Nothing's going to make that better."

Dr. Rogers sighed, making some more notes on his notebook. "Do you want to continue talking, David?" The former jock glared at him and shook his head. The doctor nodded, clicking a button on the computer to call for an orderly to take Dave back downstairs.

Dave was already in a bad mood when he reached the third floor and had every intention to ask Mrs. Tyme if he could go to bed early. He didn't want to sit through AJ's mumbling and Connor's rocking back and forth. Just as he was entering the sitting room, his eyes fell on Seth. The orderly was leaning against a wall, looking down on Kurt with a large smile on his face. Every once and a while, the older boy would reach out and touch Kurt's arm. Kurt would flinch but Seth continued to do it.

Any other night Dave would have sighed and kept walking. Instead, something in him snapped and he dove for the orderly, his thick arms swinging. His fist collided with Seth's jaw, causing the man's head to reel back.

"You son of a bitch!" Dave yelled, swinging again.

"Dave!" Kurt screamed, trying to grab Dave's arm. Instead, he ended up with an elbow to the jaw and cried out in pain. Orderlies were coming from nowhere and grabbed Dave. He was pulled out of the room kicking and screaming and Kurt burst into tears. He was torn between wanting to go with Dave and wanting to help Seth. Ms. Higgins came out and grabbed his elbow, leading him to a small room by the nurse's station where she held an ice pack to his jaw.

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly and Kurt shook his head as he dissolved into sobs. She sighed but pulled him into a tight hug. "Would you like to go to sleep early, sweetie?" Kurt nodded and got to his feet, fallowing her out of the room. He caught Seth's eye as he went and the orderly winked, a signal for Kurt to skip his meds.

Kurt was in the middle of the best dream where he was being cuddled by someone much bigger than he was. He couldn't see the person's face but he felt safe.

'I love you,' he whispered. 'I love you, too, Fancy,' the voice whispered back. Kurt turned to look the person in the face but suddenly a loud click woke him up as his door swung open.

"Hey beautiful," Seth whispered, sinking down onto the edge of Kurt's bed. Kurt groaned and pulled a pillow over his head to block out the sound. Seth chuckled and gently pulled the pillow away. When Kurt's eyes landed on Seth's bruised face he gased.

"Oh my God," he whimpered, reaching out a shaky hand. "You're a mess."

"Well that bruise on your face isn't that hot, either, babe. But Dave is a violent fellow, isn't he?" Kurt froze, looking Seth straight in the face.

"Don't talk about him like that," he said quietly, pulling away.

"I'm just saying, this is the second fight he's been in in like three weeks? Not good."

"You don't know what he's been through!" Kurt said, his voice quiet but fierce. "You don't know what he's had to live with, how many times he's had to fight because he'd let his dad down otherwise. He's been stuck in the closet because he's terrified to come out. You don't get to talk about him like he's just some big jerk!"

Seth reached out, trying to take Kurt's hand but Kurt pulled away. Instead Seth laid a hand on Kurt's leg and looked at him sadly. "You've had a rough day. I'm sorry I woke you. Just go back to sleep."

Kurt let out a shaky breath but curled up to go back to sleep. He turned away when Seth leaned in to kiss him and closed his eyes tight. Seth sighed again but whispered a quiet 'goodnight.'

Fat tear drops fell down Kurt's face as he curled in tighter on himself. He missed the quiet snoring from Dave that always came through the walls and wondered how the bigger boy was handling being back on Level Four so soon. With one last shaky breath Kurt fell asleep, wondering if they were ever going to get out of Oak Front Hills.

AN: I hope you liked it. Please review.