Hey! This is another short story, but there will be one more chapter after this!
THIS IS NOT A KURT/ARTIE ROMANCE FICTION, IT IS STRICTLY FRIENSHIP!
Mercedes POV
What the hell is wrong with my boy? He has been completely avoiding me the entire day, and whenever Tina, Artie, and I go near him, he runs off. Artie is acting suspicious as well, not joining in while we are discussing Kurt. Mind, that could be just Artie, he isn't really into gossip and stuff, though Kurt is his friend and I'd think he would be more concerned.
The final bell rings and I make my way down the hall to the choir room. Tina and Artie run (and wheel) their way down the hall towards me. We meet up and enter the room. Kurt is the only one sitting there and he looks up at us. No, not us. Artie. He nods at him before looking back down at his nails. We hesitate, before taking our seats a few rows behind him. I immediately turn to Artie as people start arriving.
"What's goin' on between you and Kurt?" I whispered.
"Nothin' Mercedes, just...never mind." He looked over at Kurt's back.
"Spit it out, white boy." I demanded, not going to take anything but an explanation. He shook his head, just as Mr. Schue entered.
"Okay kids, Regionals are just around the corner, and after our awesome job at Sectionals, we've still got work to do." Everyone groaned, or clapped enthusiastically in Rachel's case.
The class went on-practicing, discussing, and bickering-and when Mr. Schuester announced it was time to go home, everyone filed out. I said goodbye to Tina and looked around to find that Kurt and Artie had left. I made my way out of the room and down the hall. I heard a bang from down the hall, but just shrugged it off, and opened the entrance doors. I made it to my car, checking the dumpsters for Kurt just in case, and then drove off.
Artie POV
Today is the absolute worst day of the year for me. I was glad that Kurt kept his distance; it made it easier for me to not think about what day it was. At the same time, I felt bad about trying to ignore Kurt. He was grieving just like I was. For, exactly ten years ago, I lost my ability to walk, and Kurt lost his mom. Some people would say I had it worse, but I say that he did.
I knew as soon as I saw Kurt sitting alone in front of us that I would have to confront him. I know Kurt feels guilty about what happened; he thinks it's his fault I can't walk. He just wanted to go shopping with his mom that day, and his mom had taken him. I tell people that it was some drunken mistake, but I just want to avoid conversations about Kurt being involved. In reality, Kurt and his mom were singing and gossiping, and they ran through a red light. No charges were pressed, and shortly afterwards Kurt and I became friends. The crash had brought us together, and although it would have been better if it had never happened, I am still glad that Kurt was there for me, and understands me. In the years to follow, Kurt was still my friend, but we never hung out. Kurt became a target for bullies as soon as we hit middle school, as did I. Kurt sometimes tried to stick up for me, but that just ended in both of us stuck in a sideways port-a-potty.
After the bell, I wheeled out of the choir room after Kurt, who jumped up right before me. He didn't know I was following him, as he made his way down the hall towards the locker rooms. I followed at a distance, and I heard banging from inside the room, I picked up my pace (Of his hands? :P) and wheeled into the room. I stopped, and regarded the scene in front of me. On one of the lockers, someone had spray painted the words 'faggot', 'cocksucker' and 'homo'. There was also some very artistic drawings, that were not school appropriate. Kurt was curled up on the floor under the locker, crying. I quietly wheeled my way over to him, and then stopped. Kurt eventually looked up at me, and I gave him a sad smile.
"Had a bad day?" I asked.
Kurt nodded, wiping his eyes off. As he did so I saw his red knuckles. I looked back up to the locker above him, and saw a dent in it.
"Do you need a ride, Kurt?" I asked, remembering him telling us last week that his baby was being repaired. Kurt looked up to me, and nodded again. He got up and we made our way to the parking lot in silence.
I saw my dad, and we headed over to our car. Kurt looked around nervously, trying to avoid my dad's gaze. It was no secret that my dad disliked Kurt. My dad had never fully accepted that what had happened with the crash being an accident and he didn't quite accept Kurt's lifestyle. Kurt got in the back seat, and my dad helped me out of my chair and into the one beside him. I could see that Kurt's eyes were wet again, and I patted his knee, and gave him another sad smile.
"What is it, Kurt?" I asked, knowing that it was a stupid question.
"Like you said, it was a bad day." He whispered.
"Why did you avoid me? You know I'm not mad." Kurt looked down at his hands in his lap once more as my dad started the car, and pulled out of the lot.
We were almost at his house when Kurt looked up at me. "How can you not be mad?" He asked, and I was surprised by how frustrated he was.
"Kurt, it wasn't-"
"It was, Artie. You know it was, yet you refuse to admit it!" My dad stopped in front of Kurt's place, and Kurt undid his seatbelt and opened the door. I grabbed his wrist before he could leave.
"Kurt, I have never once blamed what happened on you. You are the only one who is beating yourself up over this and you need to stop." Kurt shook his head, and pulled out of my grasp. "Kurt, stop, come back." I said as he made his way up the driveway. Kurt stopped and turned to me, his face unreadable.
"If it weren't for me, you'd be able to get out and stop me yourself." He then sprinted the rest of the way and into his house.
Okay! That is the first chapter! Next chapter will be in Kurt's perspective! YAY. It gets kinda anghsty, so you are warned.
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