AN: So, I figure 500 drabbles is a good spot to draw this to a close. As I'm still writing for the prompt challenge I was thinking of starting a sequel if there is interest. Meanwhile, what better way to end this than to have another drabble based on "On My Way" just like the first drabble posted in this story. Also, the focus seemed to be on Kurt/Karofsky with the suicide storyline in that episode but I decided to explore Finn/Karofsky in this drabble. Hope you like it.

AN2: goes along with drabble 454

Prompt: Donna - "There are times when, to put it quite simply, I hate your breathing guts." - 'The West Wing'

I hated hospitals and I couldn't believe I was doing this. I hadn't talked to Karofsky since before the prom last year, and I had been fine with that. After all the crap he had given me and what he had put Kurt through, the less I had to do with him the happier I was. I had been relieved to hear he had transferred school, worried that he might follow through on his threat to let the opposing teams get more sacks.

For all of that though, I still hadn't wanted it to come to this. And holding Kurt close in our backyard last night, trying to offer him comfort, had made me realize that no matter what he had done in the past, Karofsky needed our support now. Kurt's confession that without the people close to him that he might have been Karofsky had gotten me thinking that perhaps an offer of friendship somewhere along the way could have perhaps prevented this.

No. I wasn't blaming myself. What had gone down between me and Karofsky had been both of our faults. Our lives had drifted a part, and there was no reason for me to have tried to stay in touch.

But now I felt a desire to reach out to a former teammate. To show him that not everyone was against him.

Reaching the room, I knocked on the door and entered when bidden. I could read surprise on Karofsky's face when he saw me. It was clear he hadn't expected me.

"What are you doing here?" Karofsky asked, clearly surprised to see me.

"I came to see a former teammate in the hospital," I said, trying to sound casual. "That's what teammates do, isn't it?"

"I wasn't exactly the best teammate to you."

"I think the blame goes both ways there," I said. "May I?" I asked, indicating the chair beside the bed.

Karofsky nodded.

"Look, I'm not going to lie," I said, sitting down. "There have been days when I have hated your guts. I hated what you've said to me. Hated what you put Kurt through."

Karofsky looked down at his hands folded on the blanket in front of him.

"But I guess recent events have put things into a different perspective for me. Fear can make any one do some irrational things and I realize now that's how you were living."

"I hated who I was but I was more scared of people knowing who I really was."

"I wouldn't mind getting to know the real you," I said, extending my hand.

Karofsky slowly looked up. Seeing the hand he slowly reached out and took it. Maybe we would never be best friends but at least he knew someone else was on his side.