Kurt Meets His Mother
"Mister Schuester, if I may?" Rachel Berry asked the question, but the tone in her voice made it clear that she was demanding everyone's attention. While most members of the Glee club would rather wade through a mosquito filled swamp naked than willingly listen to a monologue known as a Berry Babble (she was known to go on and on if not stopped).
"Yes Rachel, you may." Mr. Schuester looked a little put off, but he gave the chance to say what she wanted.
"Could I have everyone's attention please?" Rachel jumped out of her seat to take a stand in front of her fellow glee clubbers.
Everyone fell silent and turned slightly towards the petite singer.
"As the new competition draws closer, I set my mind towards our set list for Sectionals this year. I am sure all of you know I have the Glee clubs best interest in mind, and I decided that when Mr Schuester was planning on giving me my solo's again, I only would accept performing one." Everyone's jaw dropped at the thought of Rachel Berry admittedly turning down any chance to shine.
"With this being my senior year, I have decided to increase my focus on my grades, and so when it comes to Glee club solo's, I would very gladly take up one in our set list, but carrying all the weight is sometimes too much to ask, even for a voice such as mine."
Mercedes rolled her eyes at this, and snorted. "How gracious of you, I'll gladly outshine you with my soul. Easily."
"Well Mercedes, as much as I love your voice, I feel that other glee clubbers should have the chance to audition for the solo. I would gladly help anyone who wished to take it upon themselves to lead into my act." Rachel commented.
"Yeah why should you get the solo? Didn't anyone notice how killer my rendition of Whino's Valerie was?" Santana barked.
"So killer it killed her when she heard it" Kurt snickered.
"Oh hows about that, said the one who mutilated our ears with his boyfriend at Regionals last year."
"Blaine and I sung with our hearts and it carried across to everyone in the audience."
"Then why did you end up losing, Ladyface? If you were so good how come that was the first time we heard you on stage?"
"Santana, we all know you're just jealous of all the things I can do with my voice."
Every jaw in the Glee club had dropped by now, as Kurt and Santana, while far from friends, had never turned on each other like this before.
"Shut your mouth before I do. We all know that your only contribution to competitions is looking pretty in the background, don't cheat yourself into thinking you're worth more."
"Santana! Kurt! Stop it!" Apparently Mr. Schuester had regained his senses.
"The only reason we missed you when you went to the Gay Hideaway was because we needed 12 to compete, nothing more, nothing less." Kurt was dumbfounded, where was all of this coming from? These cheap, low blows that weren't the usual bitchy Santana. This was deeper and more hurtful, and she knew it.
"Yeah Hummel, something special is not something you are. Different isn't special. Being gay and motherless does not make you a good singer."
"Santana! That is enough!"
But the damage had been done. Kurt stormed off, trying to hide his tears from someone who only fed off apparent weakness. It had only taken a few seconds, but Kurt was entirely unhinged. No one had ever called him out like that. He ran to the boys bathroom and locked himself in a cubicle trying to compose himself. To his surprise, Finn had followed him.
"Man, are you okay? Mr Schue really is pissed at Santana, I think he might actually give her detention or something, and you know, he doesn't really ever follow through in punishing anyone, and…" Finn kept on blurting out whatever was on his mind, trying to hide how uncomfortable this was for him.
"Finn! Thank you for your concern but I'll be fine. I just need some time. Please go." It wasn't a request, and Finn had at least some sense in him to understand that.
"Oh okay dude. I guess.. I'll just, go then." And with that he left.
Kurt stayed in the cubicle until he was sure there was no one in school anymore. There was no one who he could talk to about this, and it killed him. It wasn't just the comment about that being different didn't make him special, he knew that Santana was wrong about that. Being gay definitely made him different but he didn't see how she had the nerve to even touch upon how he had been formed by losing his mother. He knew that Finn had lost his father, and that Rachel didn't technically have a mother either, but that was different. They still had someone who treated them like they were the world to them and cuddled them at every opportunity and loved him and let him know that always. That was there for him when he was struggling, when he was sad, that knew how to cheer him up when he felt down, or give him advice with his problems. Or at least, that's what he imagined what it would be like to have a mother during puberty. Someone who he would grow apart from maybe, but would still always be there no matter what. Always.
Someone that he really needed now.
He made it home without shedding another tear but deeply in thought about what it would be like to have had a mother in his turbulent life. His father was at work, which meant that he was left in a completely empty house, with nothing but his short memories with his mother. He climbed the stairs to his father's room and walked towards the dresser that had belonged to her. As he neared the scent grew stronger. The scent that always made his eyes gleam, made his breath catch, that reminded him of her.
== Author's note: from now on instead of it being a story, it will be a sort of script of what you see and what happens, just like it would on your tv, sorry if this is irritating for the follow through of the story, but I can't parlay what I think should happen into a good story ==
Soft music starts in the background, a piano intro leads into the song. Kurt starts singing with a longing look on his face.
In my hand, a legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see you smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
As he sings, he slowly opens the dresser and takes out a bottle of his mothers perfume, taking in the scent of how she used to smell, closing his eyes to be with his mother in the only place he can: his memories. At the lines of 'our farewell' a single tear runs down his left cheek.
As his eyes close, a vision appears. A women with the same prominent cheekbone and beautiful face, clearly his mother. Long flowing brown hair and eyes that would make an angel jealous. She stands next to him and opens her mouth to sing to him.
Sweet darling you worry too much
My child, see the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think
That you are
As soon as her voice starts Kurt's eyes snap open. He clearly notices something but does not focus on the vision next to him. The voice seems to calm him and he continues to sing as he is taken through memories of him and his mother.
Never thought this day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you're not at my side
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
A young Kurt, sitting on the ground in the arms of his mother, she is smiling down at him and he grins up at her.
Kurt playing outside in the grass as his mother steps out of a car, he runs towards her with his arms open and jumps into her arms. Both fall on the ground laughing. She starts tickling him
Kurt asleep on the couch, his mother stroking his forehead, picking him up and taking him to his bed.
The face of his mother appears prominent in each memory singing the next chorus. He is clearly imagining her singing it to him. The real Kurt standing by the dresser looks away in a small, tearful smile. The memories continue, but in on a sadder note.
Sweet darling you worry too much
My child, see the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think
That you are
A little Kurt is walking next to his mother in a mall when she falls, clearly in pain. He panics, looking around lost and confused, the commotion increases the angst that starts to show on his face.
A hospital bed, with Kurt walking to the bed, holding hands with Burt. He is crying at the sight of his mother in such a bad condition, but he sits next to her and she tries to make him smile by tickling him like she did before. A small smile shows on his face and he throws his arms around his mother.
The music slowly stops and we see Kurt being woken up by Burt at night. He softly calls his name with his hand on his shoulder. Kurt sits up.
"Kurt, your mother.." he stops to catch his breath, trying to stay in control
"She's, she is. You're not going to be able to see her anymore."
How ever young Kurt may be, he grasps what his father is trying to tell him. He hunches forward, wrapping his arms around his knees, sobbing. Burt embraces his son with a tear in his eye as well.
The music starts again with a big entrance, his mother's voice rings clear.
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
Because my child this is not
Our farewell
Kurt slowly sits down next to the dresser clearly shook up by letting himself remember everything. He wipes his tears fervently and looks up, in desperation.
The vision next to Kurt bends down and extends her hand, caressing his cheek. Kurt catches his breath, as if he really does feel it but doesn't understand what is happening.
As the vision fades away he utters the final lyric:
This is not our farewell