"Okay, just stay where you are and do not hang up the phone. We'll be there in a couple minutes."
After a brief pause Dave asked, in a weary tone, "Who is 'we'?"
"Me and Blaine," Kurt responded with a business-like air, trying to remain calm and collected.
"I don't want to talk to him," Dave said very quickly and a little bit harshly.
"He's just driving me to the school. He doesn't have to come in with me if you don't want him to," Kurt assured Dave.
As he said this, he chanced a glance at his boyfriend, and saw that Blaine was not entirely pleased about this promise, but Kurt could not be worried about that now. If Dave did not want to see the other boy, he would respect his wishes. When someone is suicidal, appeasing any remotely reasonable request they have is precisely the right thing to do. Or so Kurt was inclined to think. As he had never been called upon to stop someone killing themselves before, he was not exactly sure of the standard operating procedure. But he was pretty sure that making the other person feel as safe and comfortable as possible was a very rational first step.
"Yeah, I don't want him to," Dave said, quite firmly.
"Okay, that's totally fine. It'll just be you and me if that's what you want."
Silence descended as Kurt nervously watched the streets of Lima go whizzing by. He was desperate for anything to say to keep the other boy talking, to keep him on the line and distracted.
"Um, we're a little more than five minutes away. Can you tell me how you got onto campus on a Saturday?"
Sniff. "Ah, yeah," came Dave's very resigned, apathetic response. "If you go to the back gate of the football field, it should be unlocked. From the field, you can get into the locker rooms from the entrance that's just under the bleachers."
The boy's voice was terrifyingly monotone, but Kurt found it a small relief that he was at least so willing to give up his location. It strongly implied to him that Dave was at least going to keep his tacit promise not to do anything until he got there.
"Okay, good, I should be there very soon," Kurt said, trying to sound soothing as his heart pounded away violently in his chest.
Putting his hand over the mouth piece, Kurt angled it away from his mouth momentarily and said to Blaine, "Drive around to the back of the school, by the football field."
Blaine nodded as if he was already on-board and said, "Got it."
"Dave, can I ask, was there something in particular that set this all off?"
There was a long moment of silence before Dave eventually replied, "I don't want to talk about that."
"Okay," Kurt said slowly, gathering from that response that there was, indeed, something that had catalyzed this event. However, not wanting to press the issue, especially when he was not with Dave in person, Kurt simply asked, "Well, is there anything you do want to talk about?"
"I…why do you care anyways? I've been horrible to you, why are so worried about me?"
"Because you don't deserve this," Kurt intoned, earnestly, with a great deal of conviction. "You deserve to live and be happy. And I want that for you, just like I want it for me and for all the other kids like us."
As Kurt said these last few words, Blaine drove up along cement curb that lined the back of McKinley High's football field. Not even waiting for the car to fully stop, Kurt unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, launching himself out of his seat the minute the vehicle stopped moving.
"But what if we can't be happy?" Dave asked Kurt, his tone laced with the unsure terror of a frightened child.
As he walked purposefully toward the gate Dave had said would be open, Blaine following in his wake, Kurt answered with a great deal of angry authority, "Just because the assholes of the world don't want us to be happy doesn't mean we can't be. You shouldn't believe that for a second, that you can't be happy."
Kurt found himself walk-running diagonally across the football field as he listened to Dave's reply.
"I don't see how it's possible. If I tell people the truth they are going to hate me and if I don't, then I have to lie to everybody, all the time for the rest of my life. And I can't do it, I can't live like that."
"But it doesn't have to be that way."
"Oh really?" Dave asked, his tone becoming angry and sarcastic. "Is there some other choice I missed?"
"Look no one knows better than I do how cruel people can sometimes be. But you have to remember, not everyone is like that. There are tons of people in the world who honestly won't care that you're gay. Being honest doesn't automatically mean everyone will hate you or push you away."
Kurt then grabbed a hold of the large metal handle affixed to the door that lead from the field into the school's attached gymnasium complex. Pulling with all his might, he swung the door open, and waltzed purposefully through, turning immediately to his right to make his way toward the locker rooms, Blaine still faithfully in tow.
"Dave, I'm almost to the locker room, so I'm going to hang up now and don't worry when you hear someone coming through the door. It'll be me."
Sniff. "Okay"
Kurt honestly wanted to stay on the line with him, but he needed to talk to Blaine without clueing Dave into the fact that the other boy was still close by. He just had to trust that the other boy would keep his promise. As they reached the door to the boy's locker room, Kurt turned to his boyfriend, his mind surprisingly clear.
"You obviously can't come in with me so I need you to do some things for me. I don't want to involve any adults in this right now, so I need you to cover for me with my dad. I'm going to switch phones with you, so you can send my dad a text from 'me'. Say we're going to a movie or something. You may want to call your parents and tell them the same thing."
"And how do I explain the fact that I'm calling from your phone?"
"Just say your battery died. I'm going to keep your phone with me and if I think we need to call someone else in, I'll text you from this phone. I need to get in there," Kurt concluded urgently, moving to open the door.
Blaine then reached out, and grabbed his shoulder firmly. Kurt turned around.
"Be careful," the boy said with deadly seriousness.
"I will, I promise."
Blaine then moved to give Kurt a short but passionate kiss. As he pulled away he looked piercingly into Kurt's eyes, and intoned with a great deal of intensity, "I love you."
Kurt smiled slightly and replied, "I love you, too."
"And remember if you need me, I'll be right out here no matter how long it takes."
They gave each other one final hug and then Kurt took a deep breath, turned around, and flung himself through the locker room door.