It's early in the morning, rain pouring and is dark out when Kurt wakes up. Gasping for breath and silently crying, Kurt realizes that yet again, it's another nightmare. He's getting really sick of them. Taking a deep breath, he swipes away the tears that have ran slowly down his face. Kurt picks up his phone up from the floor, squinting when the phone lights up. He reads 4:25 am. Knowing that sleep was practically useless, Kurt pushed back the covers of his bed, silently glancing at Jeff, Kurt makes sure he doesn't wake him before quietly walking to the bathroom.
After locking the door, Kurt walks to the mirror above the sink. Kurt is already cringing at the image presented in the mirror. Dark, red rimmed eyes, hair mussed, and so not in a good way. Kurt silently goes through his moisturizing routine. Almost absentmindedly He vaguely remembers grabbing a Dalton sweatshirt that he knows belongs to Jeff, and some black jeans on the counter. He quickly puts them on. No hair spray. No fabulous outfit. He just doesn't care though. Today is different.
Sighing to himself, he walks back into the warm dorm room. Smiling slightly at Jeff practically hanging off his bed. Kurt moves to the end of his bed. He only needs one thing in the chest that is at the end of it. Glancing quickly at Jeff when the lid creaks. He clutches the blue covered photo album in his hand. Closing the door behind him, he walks down the corridor in Dalton.
Not having a destination in mind. Kurt just walks. He's not really surprised when he notices that he's in the warbler meeting room. Music has always calmed him down. Sitting on the couch, he opens the photo album. Staring at the first picture. In tiny aged writing "Kurt and Me. Two years old" is written beneath a picture of a blonde hair woman with a kind smile and bright blue eyes holding a child with the exact same blue eyes. They're both waving to the camera. He turns his eyes from the album and stares out the window. It's raining. Hard. And he hates it.
It reminds him of the woman in the picture. His mom.
It's been ten years.
Ten years exactly. Since that night. It was raining that night too. Some stupid driver that wasn't paying attention to the road that lost control of their car. Kurt can remember looking at his mom. Wondering why she was looking so scared. He can remember her saying I love you to him. The next Kurt remembers is waking up in the hospital with his dad clutching his hand. He remembers not understanding. Not understanding why his mom wasn't there. Why she wasn't there holding his hand too. When daddy tells him that his mom's with the angels, Kurt remembers thinking that his mom must've been real special for the angels to want her so bad. Kurt squeezes his eyes. Hoping that when he opens them again, the memories will be gone.
It was her birthday that night. Kinda ironic. They were coming home from Dairy Queen, because Kurt's mom had wanted ice cream. Burt was too tired to go with them. So it was just him and his mom.
Kurt remembers her. He remembers that she would sing to him whenever he was sad. He just knows that where he got his love for music. He remembers that she always smelt of raspberries. The scent that was just so unique. Whenever Kurt closes his eyes he can still smell it. He can imagine she's still alive.
Kurt's torn out of his thoughts by his phone ringing. Scrambling to answer the thing before it wakes anyone up, Kurt answers it. "Hello" He winces. His voice is hoarse from crying. "Hey Kiddo. I was just going to leave a message. Didn't expect you to be up this early" Burt's voice comes from the phone.
"Uh yeah. Hey Dad, I've actually been up for-"Kurt stops and glances at the time on his phone. 6:32 shines brightly back at him. He puts the phone back to his ear "For about two hours. What's up?" "I just wanted to check in. Make sure you were okay today. I know today is uh-"Burt pauses. Kurt knows he's collecting himself. "I won't be able to come to the cemetery today, works been piled up bad, but uh Carole can g-" Kurt cuts in "No. Dad, Carole doesn't need to come. I can go see mom by myself. I'm old enough." "Okay Kiddo. Just making sure. I know today isn't a fun day for you." Kurt sighs. "I'll be fine Dad, I gotta go. Class starts in like 45 minutes." "Okay Kiddo. Have fun. Love you" "Love you to Dad" Kurt hangs up the phone. So his dad won't be going with him. Kurt doesn't know why he's so irrigated by it. Maybe because it was supposed to be something that they did together.
Noting that the sky has lightened considerably. Kurt glances back out the window. Lost again in his thoughts.
He's interrupted by his phone. He glances down. It's a text from Blaine. "Hey where are you?. Breakfast is out. You don't want to lose out on those fruit cups you love so much :) He quickly texts back "On my way."
He doesn't want to change. He knows that's he going to get looks from people. But he can't seem to care.
So he heads down to the great hall. Knowing that Blaine and the other Warblers all there. Probably eating their weight in food.
When he arrives he can see Blaine looking for him. He smiles when he sees Kurt. He gets up as Kurt reaches the table. "Hey, I saved you a fruit thing. I had to fight Nick for it" He winks to emphasize that he's joking. Kurt smiles slightly. "Thanks for fighting Blaine, but I'm good today. He sits down ignoring the concerned look that's appeared in Blaine's eyes. But before Blaine can say anything, David turns to Kurt "Hey Kurt." He stops glancing at Kurt's face "Jeez dude you look dead, did you get ANY sleep last night?"
Kurt fakes a smile before answering. "Yeah David. I'm good. Just woke up really early. Dad phoned me." Speaking of phones. Kurt realizes he left his in the warblers practice room. After putting it down when Blaine texted him. Along with the photo album. Double shit.
Blaine looks surprised when Kurt mentions his dad. "Why was your dad calling you so early?" Okay. One thing Kurt Hummel does not like. And that's pity. He knows the second he tells Blaine the real reason. He'll get the pity stare. The 'I'm sorry about your mom. Here Have a pity look to make you forgot.' No. He doesn't want that. He doesn't need that. So he says the first thing he can think of.
"Oh it's just my mom's birthday. " Jeff cuts in. And fyi. Kurt is getting tired of getting cut off. "Oh. Did you tell your mom happy birthday?" "Uh no" Kurt said, shaking his head. "I'm going to go get my phone guys." Thad misinterprets what Kurt means. Smiling brightly he offers Kurt his phone. "Here, you can call her with my phone. Surprise her!" Kurt glances at the phone. "Uh. Thanks Thad but I'm good." Blaine frowns. "Kurt don't you want to call your mom? It's her birthday; I think she would like to hear from you." Kurt sighs.
Glancing around at every staring expectantly at him. Kurt knows he has to tell them. "I would guys. But that's kind of the problem." He raises his hand to cut off whatever Blaine was about to say. "You see. You can't exactly call someone who's dead." He doesn't wait for a reaction. He stands up and starts to walk away. Feeling a hand gently grasp his wrist he turns to see Blaine's shocked expression. He can read the questions in his eyes, But beneath that. There it is. The famous pity look.
"Kurt I-"
Kurt casts his eyes downward. He's not going to look at Blaine. Or any of the guys. Knowing that they're expressions are the exact same.
"Save it Blaine. I've heard it before and I'm not really in the mood to hear it again." With that said he tugs his wrist from Blaine's grasp and walks out of the hall. Ignoring the shocked boys behind him.
Hey guys! This is my first Glee fanfic. This has been floating around my head for a long time but I finally just wrote it. It's a two shot. The next chapter will be Klaine all the way. They're not together yet. The next chapter will be out soon. I'm writing it as we speak. C:
The title is just something I randomly made. I might change it later. If you guys have ANY suggestions I'd be happy to consider them! 3
I know I'm supposed to be working on my SPN fic. And I AM working on it. Rest assured. I do apologize for making you guys wait so long for that. But I promise to update soon. And with a lengthy update just because I feel so bad. D:
Anyways. Thanks for reading my little fic. Its unbeta'd so if there are ANY mistakes. Let me know and I'll fix them. I love feedback so PLEASE tell me how I did? c:
I hope I portrayed Kurt okay. I've never written Glee before and I hope I did a good job 3
Thanks for reading!
-Ginevra
