I'll Cover You.
Live in my house
I'll be your shelter
Just pay me back
with one thousand kisses
Be my lover
and I'll cover you
Chapter 1.
Kurt Hummel can't contain the rather foul words escaping his lips at the moment.
Honestly, he can't control loads of things at the moment- one being the fact that he's smoking his second cigarette of the day, while the other being that he can't help but sneer at the passerby's that give him a second glance. He knows what they're thinking of course; he's gotten those looks many times before. Lima was a small town, and people knew him well before the whole façade he has had developed. They should have gotten used to it by now, he thinks as he throws his cigarette onto the ground and stomps on it.
On a day like this, he would have been doing plenty of other things besides being alone in the cold January air. He would have been with his pals, rolling his eyes while they made out with girls they'd only known for a good few minutes. He could have been working with his father at the shop, probably snapping at a customer for requesting for help from a 'real adult' instead of a seventeen-year-old boy. But no, he's not doing either; instead he's making his way to what Noah Puckerman refers to as 'the shit-for-brains excuse of a place for not having a life', or what most people would call a hospice.
Technically, it's Puck's fault that Kurt's in the situation that he's in right now. Not only him, of course, it was the others as well. Finn most notably, seeing as he was too busy cheating on Quinn Fabray with Rachel Berry to notice the shop keeper walk back in. Kurt adjusts his leather jacket and shrugs as a stone cold building comes into view.
It's been around for a while, the hospice. Fifty years, if Kurt remembers correctly. It's quite obvious judging by the fading paint. It's not big, yet it's not entirely that small either. From what he can see, the building only has two floors. 'Well of course it's small, only people with crappy lives waste away here.'
He walks through the front glass doors and is hit by a cold air that rivals the temperature outside, mentally cursing the place for turning the temperature to what Kurt feels as somewhere around negative six degrees Celsius. He's soon greeted by an elderly woman, her smile immediately causing him to relax slightly and drop his piercing glare.
"I take it you're our new volunteer, Kurt Hummel?'
"Yeah, that's me."
Kurt does belong to what most would label as 'the bad boy group' or whatever, but he still holds onto certain principles, one of them being to always show respect to the elderly. Of course, he doesn't bow down and kiss their feet like most of the suck-ups in his school, but he definitely shows a little bit of respect. Unlike his friends, Kurt is close to his father Burt Hummel, a gruff man who never seems to take off his baseball cap and stands up for what's right. The death of Kurt's mother two years ago has definitely brought them closer, and the addition of Finn and Carole Hudson has changed Kurt in ways he never thought possible.
One of them being that he's a completely different character compared to what might have been a year ago.
"So what do you need me to do?"
"Well," she smiles, "you could tend to some of the patients for starts."
Kurt rolls his eyes, "Oh wow, I did not expect that. Seriously, do you need me to like, get anyone anything or whatever? I really just wanna get this day over with."
The woman gives a small chuckle, "You know Kurt, you're very different from the last time I've seen you. Yes, I've met you before," she says at Kurt's bewildered expression, "I was the nurse who tended to your mother when she was moved here."
Of course, Kurt thinks, how did I forget that she stayed here before she died? Kurt shakes it off, coming to the conclusion that he does not remember because he had chosen to forget that period of time.
"As for things that you should know, you will be assigned to tend to certain patients at certain times, but other than that, as long as you're helping someone, you're fine. Things you should know about the patients though, is to stay clear of Linda Hartman on Tuesdays. She goes through horribly dramatic phases when she watches her favorite soaps, it can be rather alarming at times. Another is to make sure that the canteen is always clean, the patients hate it when it isn't," she says, folding her arms, "I'm sure that's all you need to know for now."
"Alright, thanks, I'll try and remember that shit-load amount of information."
She laughs and shakes her head, "Another thing. Try and not get too close to anyone here, most don't have long while the others are all lost causes. Keep a distance, it's easier that way." Kurt restrains a guffaw and rolls his eyes, "Trust me, that won't be a problem." It's not like there's anyone that'll interest me in a shitty place like this.
"Oh!" the woman checks the planner she holds in her hand, "You might be of some use! There's a patient in Room 342 who needs to go for his daily treatment. Chemotherapy, you know? He's such a kind young man…" Kurt raises an eyebrow. He hasn't got a clue on what she's blabbering on about, so he decides to nod to make it look like he understands.
"Great. I'll go do that. What's your name? For future reference and whatever."
"It's Harley. I'll check on you later, Kurt."
She turns a corner and she's out of Kurt's view, so he walks down the corridor as he counts the numbers on the plaques nailed onto each room.
Room 312, Room 313, Room 314-
He gives a small jump when he hears his phone ringing loudly. Begrudgingly, he whips it out and glares at the caller ID, gritting his teeth hard as he answers.
"What the fuck, Finn Hudson! Do you have any idea on where I am?"
"Whoa, you're even more pissed than I expected," comes the voice of his step-brother, "look, I called to say that me and the guys are really sorry, it's just-"
"It's your damn fault that I'm in this mess! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be here right now."
"I tried my best, dude! I was too busy-"
"Sticking your tongue down Berry's throat? You better pray I don't enlighten one Quinn Fabray on you and your womanizing ways-"
"Don't tell Quinn! She's beautiful and I really love her-"
"Love her so much that you fuck any female you make eye contact with?"
"Hey, if you actually try going out there and get laid you'd understand my problem."
Kurt feels himself blushing to the roots of his hair, "That, is none of your business. Anyways, I gotta go tend to some sad asshole. I'll see you back home."
"Alright! Love you!"
"Don't make me punch you, Hudson."
"Aw, say you love me too!"
"You would've cried if I'd told you that a year ago."
"Well yeah, that was back when you had that batshit crazy crush on me-"
"Oh, fuck off, Finn!" he hisses, ignoring the startled glance of a nurse passing by.
"I'll see you at home Kurt." Finn laughs as he hangs up.
"I swear, the things I'd give to punch his face in…" Kurt stops when he reaches room 342. He lets out a sigh as he imagines the male inside. Probably some guy shoved in here by his daughter. He pushes the door open and enters, his eyes immediately searching for the patient.
He does not, however, expect the patient to be a young man with hair of the darkest shade and the kindest set of hazel eyes that he's ever seen.
Phew! First chapter done! So yes, this is AU, and yes, Kurt is a bad boy. Well, at least that's what I hope he came out as. Something you should know about Kurt here though is that he's not a flirt. Or a rapist. Or a pervert. I don't know. Oh gosh, I'm gonna stop rambling now. Please review and tell me what you think!
R&R!