Author's Note: I'm updating as fast as I can! I promise! But this will be my last update for tonight. I promise when I get back from classes I'll get straight to work on the next chapter. For now just enlighten me with anything you want to see coming up. Thanks to all my fabulous reviewers. Once again, I don't own Glee.

"Tell me again why you tried to go sledding on the hill in the middle of the summer?" Dave asked gruffly, looking at his friend, lying on his bed, curled up in the fetal position.

"Nessie. Wanted to see me do it….and she was just…so cute." He panted out. Dave sighed softly, taking a few steps forward. "Stay away from me David." Kurt suddenly snapped.

"Kurt, you're bleeding. And bruising. And your fucking ankle is swelling up!" Dave growled out.

"I'll take care of it myself. You don't need to touch me." Kurt hissed.

Ever since that night in the basement things had gotten more and more tense between the two of them that a knife would snap if it tried to cut through the tension that was formed. Dave let out a soft sigh and he sat at the end of Kurt's bed. "Listen, Kurt."

"No! You listen to me, Dave! I tried to apologize! I tried to explain and you shot me down! You left me in the basement by myself and when I tried to confront you, you freaked out on me! How can I possibly want to listen to you after tha-"

Dave leaned forward, connecting their lips once more but Kurt just pushed him away. "Don't fucking do this to me David! Don't let me get my hopes up! I can't stand that I tried to show you what I wanted and you walked away! I let my guard down and you weren't there to help me keep it up! You watched me fall for you and then you walked away!"

Dave could do nothing but stare as he watched the tears stream down Kurt's pale cheeks, covered with bruises and a little dried blood. He hated knowing that he was the cause of those tears. He'd comforted Kurt when he cried over his mother, and the nightlights, and so many other things. But he had never been the cause of such heart wrenching sobs.

Even the ones from the night in the basement weren't like this. He didn't know what to do and had to admit to himself that he was scared. He was scared of hurting Kurt any more than he already did. He stood then, walking towards the door, causing another small sob from the shaking boy. Dave glanced back at Kurt. On the bed he looked so small and broken.

"Kurt….I have to go…" he whispered softly.

Kurt's head snapped up then. "Go ahead Dave! Walk out the door and leave! That's what they all do to me! That's what they're going to do eventually! Be like my mom! Leave me alone! Be like my dad and leave me when he knows that mom's death is in August and he's out having a good time while my mom's been dead for half of my life!" Kurt choked on a sob and Dave felt his heart breaking. Kurt had never let go like this. No matter how many times Dave told the smaller boy to just get it out. And now Kurt was, and Dave was going to leave him.

Kurt couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe that he was reduced to sobbing, letting out all the anger and sadness he'd held in for so long. That's all he seemed able to do. Drive people away until they didn't want him anymore. "Just leave me, Dave."

Dave swallowed hard at the sudden quietness of the tone. As if it held no emotion. And he realized that's exactly how Kurt felt. His mom died when he was a child. He'd known loss from such a young age. And then he was sent to his former bully's house to have a happy summer. Dave never realized how much the small boy was hurting.

He glanced one more time at the door before quickly making his way over to Kurt, sitting down and wrapping him in his large arms. Kurt thrashed and tried to get out. Pleaded for him to let him go.

"No, Kurt. I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving you." He whispered over and over again.

Kurt finally went limp in his hands, letting the sobs and cries and screams of hatred and denial and sadness take over his small body until he couldn't take it anymore. "Promise?" he whispered, so quiet Dave almost thought he imagined it.

Looking down at the smaller boy, he knew exactly what his response would be.

"I promise."

Kurt opened his eyes slowly to find himself in complete darkness. His chest tightened and he sat up quickly, wincing in pain but deciding to ignore it. Instead opting to call out the first thing he thought of.

"Dave?"

Dave heard the sound of his name from the room upstairs. He was just getting a new icepack for Kurt's sprained ankle when he heard the panicked tone. For a second he wondered what was going on only to realize he'd forgotten to flick on the nightlight. He dropped the icepack and took the stairs two at a time, running into the room and slamming down on the light switch.

Kurt glanced up at the sudden light that swarmed the room and couldn't understand why he suddenly felt like he was being attacked by a grizzly bear, only to realize that it was Dave. He latched on quickly.

"Shit. I'm so sorry Kurt! I didn't even think you'd wake up. I'm so so sorry!" he spoke, rubbing circles on his back.

The soprano shook his head, snuggling into Dave. "It's alright. You're here. Just like you promised." He spoke quietly. He wondered if maybe all the Tylenols he'd taken earlier were getting to his head. Because suddenly David was in protective mode and he was perfectly fine with it.

"Yeah, I'm here." Dave sighed in relief. He didn't think he could handle another panic attack in one night. He held the small boy close in his arms and rocked him slowly.

Kurt snuggled closer and started to laugh a tiny bit. Dave looked down at him with a confused face. "I think the pain medication is going to your head, Kurt." He grinned.

"No. You wanna know what I find funny?"

"Maybe?"

"I was thinking about how you always came home from fights and I'd have to patch you up. But this time you're patching me up."

"And you find this funny?"

"No. When did I say it was funny?"

Dave looked down into the glazed and confused eyes of the small soprano and just shook his head, trying to suppress a laugh. "Never mind, Hummel." He grinned.

Kurt yawned once more, snuggling into Dave's chest. "You know Davie. You're a really good boyfriend." He spoke quietly.

Dave grinned before his eyes widened. Kurt wanted him to be his boyfriend? He smiled, looking down at the boy. "You mean that, Kurt? You want me to be your boyfriend?"

Kurt lifted a pale hand, pressing a finger to Dave's lips, almost near unconsciousness.

"Hush Davie. I'm trying to sleep." He spoke before losing himself in the oblivion of sleep.

Dave groaned, trying to figure out why he put himself through this.

When Kurt pulled on his shirt and pressed firmly into Dave's chest he remembered.

He was an idiotic jock in love.

Just great.