I've lost control of my plot again. Whatever I plan on writing, my fingers just flash over the keyboard with minds of their own, so I'm not overly sure what happened here.

I blame writing at two in the morning, I may get the most and the best stuff done, but it's got to have some kind of toll. Oh well.

Anyway, this chapter went quite a bit deeper then I meant it to go, but I hope you guys like it.

I don't own Glee, and I have no beta, so please point out any mistakes I've made.

Thanks guys. :)

~o0O.O0o~

Who are you?

Skidding to a stop and kicking up a spray of dirt and rocks, I surveyed my surroundings. It was a family park, picnic tables, pathways and places for children to play. A swing set, climbing frame and basketball hoop. General things for a nice family day out. The moonlight bathed the whole place in a clear, silver glow, giving it an unearthly quality you couldn't get during the day. Sunlight was great, but I always preferred the night. Considering I knew what went on in the darkness, it was strange that it soothed me, but somehow it did. The night was my element, and in it, I thrived.

The park was still empty, for now, so I moved to sit on a picnic table, waiting for Dave. He wasn't far away, I could feel his light coming closer, but it was still a wait–

Something flashed. My head snapped around, an instinctive snarl ripped from my lips. But there was nothing there. Nothing.

No movement, or flicker, or even an aura. No sense of life, or death. But something had flashed.

Standing slowly, I moved into a defensive stance and tried to examine what I had seen.

No, I realised, not seen. Felt. My senses had felt a flare, a flash of something. There not even a second. And now it was gone. Like it never was. But in that instant, my instincts had snapped to attention. Something about that sense… I couldn't place it.

What, the fuck?

Eyes focused on that direction, I started to creep forward–

"Wren."

If my mind had been even a second slower, not only would my cover have been blown clear out of the water, but Dave would have been dead. I'd recognised his voice just as my fingers had brushed the knives at my belt. I didn't even know my mind was that fast, normally my reflexes kicked my mind's ass.

God, Dave, I thought, you'll never know how close you just came.

"Hi, Dave." I smiled, running a hand through my hair. Taking a deep breath, I looked him over and frowned. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah" He tried for a smile, and failed. "I'm alright."

He didn't look so good. Haggard and mussed, his hair stood up at all angles, like he'd been yanking on it in frustration, a pained look in his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yea–… No. No, I'm not." He collapsed backward, sitting down heavily onto the bench. Carefully, I walked around him, perching myself on the table.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Nothing. Nothing big, anyway. Nothing that doesn't happen everyday. I just–" He trailed off with a ragged breath, staring into space. "I'm sorry I called you. It's really late."

"It's alright. It's pretty early, actually." I joked. He didn't smile. Damn. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes. But not really." He didn't look at me.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to. We can just sit here for a while." I offered.

He took a deep breath. "I went home after school," He began. "and everything was normal, but not normal. Like everyday, I go home, and go up to my room. There are posters on the walls of 'hot' cheerleaders, and supermodels I couldn't tell you the name of. I have no idea who they are. Then, I go and talk to my mum and dad, and lately, they've been looking at me, like they know something. Or they suspect something. And they've always got this hopeful, kinda sad look in their eyes, and I don't know what to do. Almost everything I do in that house is a lie, and today, I just had to get out. So I met up with Az and the guys, and we went to the mall, to hangout in the arcade and stuff. We were joking around and then, Ku– Hummel was there, dragging Hudson around to shops and, just being himself. The things the guys said about him… I don't even– I just couldn't take it. So I left, I went home, and sat in my room, staring at those posters. Trying to feel something. Anything. But I didn't. I had to get out of the house, away from everyone, but I had to talk to someone. And, I remembered, you said we could talk. So I called you."

He didn't look at me while he spoke. He just stared at the ground. I didn't know what to say. I really didn't. I wanted to help him. He was suffering. But I didn't know how. What could I say? Or do? I didn't know. So I just put my hand on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him a little. He shook slightly under my hand, but soon enough, his breathing evened out and he slowly looked up at me.

"So what do you want to do about it?" I asked.

"About what?"

"About how you're feeling. I want to help you, Dave, I do. But I don't know how. You have to tell me what you need. If you want someone to back you up, I can do that. If you just need someone to talk to, to just listen to you, I can do that to. Just tell me what you want. It's all up to you."

"I want…" He sucked in a shuddering breath. "I want it to go away. I want to stop feeling like this."

I smiled sadly. "We are what we are, Dave. I don't think either of us can change that."

"No. That's not what I mean. I feel like there's all this pressure on me. To be and act a certain way. Like everyone's judging me and I can't step a toe out of line, or I'll lose everything. I've built up this persona, this tough, dumb, straight, bully of a jock. I did it all so I could protect myself from getting a slushy in the face everyday, and I hate it. I created a person that didn't exist and I made him real. I became that person so deeply, I forgot he wasn't real. And then everything changed. I don't want to be that person anymore, but I'm scared. All the reasons I created him are still there, they haven't changed or gone away. But I look at Ku– Hummel, and at you, just being who you are, no fears, or cares or apologies, and I want that. I hate that I feel this way. Right now, I couldn't care what the hell I was, I just wished it didn't matter so much."

Oh.

Wow.

I don't think it'd ever thought about it that way. And I'd certainly never thought of myself as a person someone would aspire to be like. I just was. I didn't want Dave to be like me. Granted, he didn't know anything real about me, and it killed me inside to know that. But I wanted that for him, what he'd said he wanted. I wanted him to be confident and comfortable with himself. And that was something to work towards.

"Then do it."

"It's not that easy."

"It never is. It'll take time, and work. It might even take a complete rearranging of the way you look at things. An un-brainwashing, if you will."

"You're weird."

"I know." I grinned. "Well, if this is what you want, then I say we go for it. You created this persona, Dave, so you're the one who has to break it down. All the power these people have over you is only as much as you give them. We'll go slow. Bit by bit. Piece by piece, we'll bring out the real you. We'll work on it. There's nobody else here, no pressure, no expectations. Tell me something about yourself. The real you."

He blinked at me. "Like what?"

"Like anything."

"Oh, okay. Umm." He looked around the park. Searching for inspiration, I guess. "My favourite colour is green."

"Green?" I smiled. "I would have thought red."

"Nope, green. I just like it better."

"Cool. What else?"

"Uh. I always liked hocky better then football."

"Then, why'd you quit?"

He shrugged. "Football jocks ruled the school. It seemed like the better option."

I nodded. "Keep going."

He turned away to stare at he ground, then met my eyes. "I think I'm gay."

For a moment I just stared, my eyes shooting wide. Then suddenly, through no conscious decision of my own, (that's my story and I'm sticking to it) I crash-tackled him into a hug.

"Woah! What he hell?"

"Dave, you just came out to me! That is huge!" I squealed. Yes, squealed.

"I thought you already knew." Dave said, confused.

"I did. But you just told me. You came out to someone and said it out loud. How do you feel?" I pulled away, retreating back to my seat on the table.

"Umm," he seemed to consider it. "I feel… good." He grinned slowly. I grinned back. "Really good."

"I'm so proud of you!" I said, punching him lightly in the arm. Very, very lightly.

"Thanks." He rubbed his arm. Whoops.

We sat in silence for a bit. Comfortable, mulling over what we'd learned tonight. Dave was making progress faster then I could have ever hoped. And it meant the world to me that he chose to say those words for the first time to me.

"We have school tomorrow." He said.

"Yeah." I grunted.

"How did you get here? You didn't walk did you?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah, it's not a big deal, I don't live that far away." Liar, liar, pants on fire, I winced.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride home." He said, standing up and walking towards his car.

Uh oh, couldn't let that happen. "Uh, nah, that's fine Dave, I don't mind walking."

"We'll, I'll walk you then. It'll make me feel better to know you're home safe."

"Uh…"

I caught a sent on the breeze. Suddenly, my whole body snapped around, instantly in a defensive stance. I couldn't stop the threatening snarl that tore from my throat.

Glowing blue eyes shone out of the darkness, grinning faces stepping from the shadows. I quickly counted eight pairs of blue lights. Eight pairs of glistening fangs. Eight darkly cackling voices, growling into the night.

Vampires.

Fuck.

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Okay, so when my best friend came out to me, I may have squealed and jumped on/hugged him. Admittedly I probably shouldn't have because we were both at work at the time, but hey, I couldn't help it. :p

And, Vampires! Uh oh. O.o

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