So, here it is, chapter one of the very first ever Glee/Grey's Anatomy story, our protagonist is Kurt from Glee, but don't worry, Grey's characters will be in the spotlight for some chapters as well. I hope you enjoy!
Today was the day that the Glee club assignment was due, Britney Spears. Kurt loved pop music, Gaga and Madonna being icons in all aspects of art in his life, so while he loved Britney, her music never found a way to apply in his life. So when he was told to sing a song by her, all the recent and classic singles were instantly snatched, and he was left with her obscure tunes. He eventually chose Out From Under, and began to practice in the basement, until Finn came in, fumbling like the big oaf he was.
"Finn, what are you doing, I'm practicing here!" Finn looked just a little bit guilty, but his expression quickly turned to laughter when he saw Kurt decked out in a ringmaster's attire. "What's so funny, Finn?" Kurt's huge red ringed top hat did nothing to hide his displeasure in Finn's behavior, but definitely helped Finn's laughter escape his lips.
"I'm sorry Kurt, it's just, you're taking this thing seriously, but didn't Brittany choose Circus?" Finn noticed how the short jacket fit so well around the small boy, and how even the black almost tights like pants clung quite well around- wait, what, he definitely did NOT notice any of that. Definitely not.
"I chose Out From Under from her Circus album, and if I want to embody what Britney is about, I need to experience the performance in her wardrobe. Just stop, I need to focus, ever since that greasy food in the cafeteria today, I've had a huge migraine, and it's only going to get worse if the stress from this assignment has me cut from Glee club, or worse, causes breakouts! Breakouts, Finn, I'm not some pimply freshman, my skin is immaculate, like satin and silk wrapped around my face, creating the perfect blend of firm, moisturized skin that this godforsaken town has ever seen." Finn was definitely scared now, Kurt a little pleased, seeing as a scared Finn was a cute Finn. Very cute.
"You know, sorry, just keep practicing, I bet you'll do great." If only Kurt thought so too.
Kurt woke up with the same pounding headache from last night, probably because no matter how hard he tried, the stupid lyrics just were impossible to remember. Choreography and costumes were always easy, second nature really, but show tunes were more his thing. Britney was not the kind of music he found himself knowing every word to, let alone trying to memorize the night before. After a quick morning facial and applying lots of product to his hair, he began to get dressed, only to find Finn still lying in bed, totally motionless, like a corpse. Finn was as white as a ghost, and his chest wasn't moving up and down like it usually did.
"Finn? Oh my god, Finn!" Kurt began to shake Finn, and if Kurt had been looking, he would have noticed Finn smiling to himself at his prank going just as planned. "Oh, uh, CPR." Finn barely got through the chest pounds, and now, Kurt's perfectly unchapped lips were flying towards his, and Finn prepared for the worst, in fact, ready to throw in the towel entirely and just wake up miraculously. But before he could stop Kurt, he felt himself kissing Kurt, until Kurt threw himself backwards, and looked at Finn, who 'began to regain consciousness'. "Finn, oh my god, are you OK, what happened?"
"Uh, I took a lot of vitamins yesterday, but I think I may have accidentally taken my mom's sleeping pills. I was out pretty cold." It was now Kurt's turn to turn ghost white, and Finn just sat upright in bed, looking at his best friend.
"I was so worried, Finn. What would happen if you died, I mean, how could I go on without you, one minute alive, the next- gone." Finn was a little shocked that one little prank had them in such a deep conversation, but he couldn't stop himself but feel affected by everything Kurt was saying.
"You would have to try to live on, Kurt. I mean, if you died, I would hurt for a long time, but I mean, I would have to, eventually move on. At least, I should, but I don't know if I could. But you'd have to, Kurt, if I died, you'd have to move on."
"So would you, Finn, if I died, that's what I'd want. Just tell me or anybody how you feel, mourn for a while, and remember me fondly. Don't feel too sad." The air felt sweet but morbid, like the new set of Mariah Carey fragrances, Kurt thought to himself.
"I wouldn't move on, Kurt. I mean, I couldn't, how do you move on from something like that?" Kurt wanted to believe Finn wouldn't move on out of some romantic dreams of them being together one of day being ruined, but he knew that their relationship was strictly brotherly.
"Good thing I'm not dying, then." Kurt laughed, but Finn just looked at the boy darkly and forced a smile.
"How are you doing with your assignment, Kurt, you sounded fabulous last night!" Carole was being very sweet both with her words and with the ridiculous amounts of syrup she poured all over Finn's pancakes, dotingly. Kurt definitely didn't feel like Carole was a replacement for his mother, but he had learned to love her as much as he possibly could, seeing as she was a caring woman who had raised a son who turned out to be even sweeter than her.
"Great, the lyrics are just a huge headache, but other than that, it's going well."
"Oh, are you doing that If You Seek Amy one? Love me, hate me, say what you want about- what are you laughing at Finn? I'm not allowed to sing and dance in the house, is that only for you and Kurt?" Finn choked on his pancakes at the sight of his homey mother busting a move and singing a song that could only be described as quite sexy. Kurt, out of respect for Carole, didn't even crack a smile, but would later laugh with Finn over it in the car to school. "See, Kurt is polite, maybe I should have dated a man like Burt a long time ago, taught you some manners." Finn knew it was just a joke, but he definitely didn't take it too lightly. They just sat in silence, apart from some small talk, and ate their pancakes, unprepared for the day ahead.
"Listen, Finn, about what your mom said, she was just kidding, but if you don't mind me saying this, it was pretty insensitive. I'm sorry she said that." It was definitely a bold move for Kurt to call out Finn's mother, seeing how close the two were, but Finn actually smiled a little, and turned to his brother.
"You're the best, Kurt, really, after everything I've put you through, you're just the best guy ever, I don't-"
"Finn, stop, that was then, this is now. I've gotten over all of that stuff, never feel guilty about that, you've been great to me, it hasn't been easy, but you got past it. You're the best guy ever, OK?" The moment was incredibly sappy, like something out of a cheesy family movie, but it felt right between the two.
"So, Finn, what's your Britney song?" Finn laughed to himself and Kurt anticipated himself for an embarassing song title.
"Unusual You, I thought if fits considering that I always fall in love with people who aren't exactly the right people for me. Quinn was a lot more conservative and, well, mean than I was, Rachel is just crazy, and well, I mean, if I'm being totally honest, it's kind of about you." Kurt stopped the car in the parking lot, and looked right at Finn, who was now beyond flustered. This was where Finn would say that he'd been thinking about maybe they had something worth pursuing, and that maybe they could go out or something on a Friday night, and Kurt would pretend that he wasn't going to die of happiness, and Finn would smile brightly, and promptly let Rachel down easy, telling her all about his love for Kurt. Well, that was the plan, but for the fifteenth day in a row, he chickened out.
"Well, I mean I didn't think you'd be a good friend, but you were, you know. Most of my friends are a lot different than you, but you've still been a good friend." If Finn wasn't so odd when it came to explaining his emotions, Kurt would have pressed harder to find out Finn was madly in love with him, but not wanting to get his hopes up, he moved on.
"You know that's not what it's about, it's about a guy who she's waiting for to hurt her, and he never does because he is actually a nice guy. In that case, I think I can relate." Kurt gave a tiny wink to the large boy, and he laughed on his way to class, hiding the pain he felt for every second he couldn't be his boyfriend.
"So, Mercedes, who's the slushie victim you were texting me a- what, Brittany, who slushied you?" The blonde cheerleader was sitting by the bathroom sink, a group of girls steadily working on hair, makeup, and wardrobe repair, as she took little slurps of the left over slushie and just smiled at Kurt.
"Some hockey guy who said that considering I was looking fat lately and that I might enjoy a slushie. Hey Kurt, there's this cute boy at school you have to meet, his name's Sam, you'd like him, he's totally-"
"Brittany, those people are idiots, you look gorgeous. If I weren't gay, I would totally die to be your boyfriend. I'm not just saying that, you are stunning, and I wouldn't change a thing about you." All of the girls, especially Santana, smiled at Kurt and his empowering statement, and Brittany looked up at Kurt with pure joy in her eyes.
"If you ever turn ungay, you should call me!" Everyone in the room laughed, even Tina, who was in the process of fishing ice out of Brittany's bra. Kurt joined the maintenance group, whipping out his makeup kit, and they all went to work on making the girl look as good as she felt after Kurt talked to her.
"Mercedes, do you have an Advil, my head is killing me." Kurt dramatically clutched at his head, the pain being the only thing genuine in his staged routine to try and get some pain killers from his friend, who only responded nicely when prompted by overdone methods.
"You know what is hurting me, Kurt? The fact there's a cute new boy at school who you haven't gone after yet, that's what hurts me. Maybe he'd kiss it better, you know I heard he's openly gay, you two are perfect for each other!" Kurt would have protested and said that not every openly gay man in America is compatible for the other, and just because they were both single didn't make them soul mates, but he just groaned, and slouched back into his seat, accepting his bad migraine.
"Hey, can I sit here?" An extremely handsome boy in vintage Raybans was gesturing towards the lunch table, and much against Kurt's wishes, the girls practically threw him into his seat. Kurt kind of worked out for himself that the hipster looking kid was Sam, and he was definitely cute, curly blonde hair and sleak clothes, but not his type at all.
"So, Santana, how's your song going, what was it again, a medley of Lace and Leather, Phonography, and Touch of My Hand?" Sam choked on his food at the mention of the self pleasuring themed song, and the rest of the table stared at Santana, who just shrugged nonchalantly.
"Cool, I guess, I think Phonography is pretty much autobiographically for me, cause I am mostly know for sexting, but if you have phone sex with me, you'll never want a regular call again. I broke someone's phone with my dirty talk, his mom spent an hour trying to wash out the receiver, but I guess all my talk about what I was going to do to him with my whip was just too-" We all looked up to find Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury standing right beside Sam, listening all too intently to Santana's story about whips and phone sex. "Uh, and then she told me that she reverted to Christianity, so she moved to a nunnery in Sweden, and now sends me a letter once a month about her truffle hunting club!" Everyone at the table went 'oh' on cue, hoping the adorable teacher couple would get over the ridiculously racy story and buy this new one. Of course, they didn't, but they definitely didn't want to get involved in the personal affairs of students, so they left with a small wave, prompting the entire table to burst out into laughter. "This is not funny, OK, I totally wanted to do Mr. Schue, and now there's no chance of that, is there? Ugh, I'm going to go spray tan, coming Brittany?" The blonde followed the spicy latina, not before giving a sweet wave to Kurt, which lead to Sam turning to Kurt and asking an impossibly dumb quesiton.
"Is that your girlfriend?" Kurt was appalled that so many of these girls thought they'd make a great couple and although he knew for a fact he had been a topic of conversation with Sam, they hadn't once mentioned that he is gay. It didn't come up when Sam said he was, really? So Kurt just did what he knew best; shock value.
"I'm gay. Does anyone know where Finn is?" Artie pointed towards the lunch line, where Rachel was playing with Finn's hair, as they both laughed flirtatiously at one and other, putting a strange feeling in Kurt's stomach. But he wasn't jealous, he's over Finn, totally over him. He was moving on, just he wasn't ready to date yet, especially not Sam. "Never mind, here, I'm going to go get ready for Glee, costumes and such." Sam got up, and much to Kurt's annoyance, followed him.
"So, is Finn your boyfriend?" Kurt was starting to get sick of this boy who asked way too many questions and seemed to have no answers.
"Look, I am sorry, but don't you think you're asking a lot of personal questions right now? He's not my boyfriend." Kurt just kept on walking to his locker, until Sam's voice stopped him.
"I saw you guys in the parking lot, tell me that you aren't in love with each other. I'd be hard pressed to find a sweeter couple. So tell me, why don't you just tell him how you feel, or better yet, why doesn't he tell you?" Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing from this total stranger. He had to be nuts, there was nothing even slightly romantic between them this morning. Was there? Well, it's possible, and if even some random guy could see it, why didn't they act on it?
"Look, if this gets back to anyone, you're dead, got it?" Sam nodded, and Kurt just went on as he took his circus costume out of his locker. "I was in love with Finn for a long time, but he said he wasn't gay, so it'd never happen. I thought I was over him, but now I see the way he looks at me, and I think I might still be in love with him. Enough for you, gossip mongrel, or would you like a better quote for Jacob Ben Isreal's blog?" Sam just stared at Kurt incredulously, until he finally just laughed, leaving Kurt a little surprised.
"You know, act sooner rather than later, it's easy to think you have forever to tell Finn, but every day that passes could've been one with Finn, and you don't know when they'll be up." Kurt was a little creeped out by this shockingly deep conversation he was having with a total stranger, but venting out all these emotions was shockingly therapeutic. It was good to get it all off his chest, now it was time to get an incredibly elaborate jacket on his chest, and lyrics back on his mind.
"Kurt, come on, it's your turn." Kurt wasn't entirely sure how he got there. The last he remembered was- he didn't remember anything, actually, but he did know that his headache was really bad now, and he couldn't think straight at all, let alone remember some stupid lyrics to a song. There was a tremendous weight pressing down on his head, and he saw as his blurred vision showed a worried looking class of students, and Mr. Schue frantically pulling out his cell phone. "Hello, 911, we have a student who's- oh my god, OK, he just passed out, but he's been having severe head pain, I think he might be sick, we need an ambulance, be there right away." Finn watched as the paramedics lifted Kurt, his true love, into the ambulance, trying to get him to regain consciousness. Nobody cared about Santana's racy songs, Brittany's slushie crisis, or that stupid Sam guy, right now, all people wanted to know was what happened to Kurt and if he was going to be OK.
"Kurt, Kurt, he's awake! OK, so the doctors have a few things to say, just try not to talk, just rest, and listen to what they have to say." Mr. Schue's voice was the first thing he could hear when he was conscious, his typically annoying optimism now comforting. Kurt looked up to see a young blonde doctor holding what he assumed were his charts, consulting with a few other doctors in the room.
"So, Kurt, we took you for an MRI scan while you were unconscious, and I am really sorry to have to tell you this, but we found that you have what is called an Ependymoma brain tumor, which is what caused a lot of the symptoms you have been experiencing lately. We did find, though, with our blood tests, you passed out more than likely do to your condition and hypoglycemia, so I am happy to tell you that we caught it fairly early, so while the surgery will be quite intensive, and recovery will take around six weeks, you should be fine." Everyone in the room let out a breath of air that they had held in for quite a while, which Kurt realized included all his friends from Glee club, who had all come to see how he was doing. Finn was in the back of the room, unbeknownst to Kurt, tears streaming down his face at the news of Kurt's tumor, and Rachel insincerely tried to console her boyfriend.
"However, the location of the tumor is in an area on your spinal cord that most surgeons cannot normally operate on. One of my friend's, an old colleague, works at Seattle Grace Presbyterian Hospital, and I promise you, Dr. Derek Shepard is the best neurosurgeon I know." Nobody knew how to react to this news, and it wasn't just because he had to go to Seattle. It was that for those who wouldn't be going with him, there was a chance they could never see him again.
"I'll do it, I'll go to Seattle."
Alright, a few things. In case you were wondering who the doctor is, well, if you know anything about Grey's and have a guess, you're probably right. Just give me feedback in terms of the story, I've never done crossover, so tell me what you think. I hope you enjoyed this story, for those who read my Scars story, unlike Scars, this will be updated around once every three days, opposed to daily. Until next time!