Here's a new fic I'm starting that is just a compilation of Hevans oneshots. AU of course, and all of them are based on a song. I put my iPod on shuffle and… well… here you are!
No Light, No Light Florence + the Machine
"Kurt, you look sick." Sam put a hand on his shoulder.
"Sam, stop. I don't want to talk!" He snapped, shaking his boyfriend's hand away. "Leave me alone!" There was just an empty void where Kurt's beautiful eyes should've been. There was just no light. No light.
He started walking away, his very expensive boots clacking against the linoleum. Sam took a deep breath. "You've changed so much, Kurt. I just wish you'd tell me what's wrong. I love you."
Kurt paused a moment to wipe a tears away. But then he kept walking.
Sam collapsed on the floor in a sobbing heap, his well-toned body rocking back and forth. The choir room door slammed. Quinn rushed up beside him, gathering him in her arms. "What's wrong, Sam? Did he hurt you? Please tell me he didn't do so much as touch you!" She pleaded, looking into his tear-soaked eyes.
That sent Sam into a violent flashback. The last time was so much worse. All Sam was trying to do was talk. And Kurt just punched him, giving him a black eye. It took two weeks to get enough confidence to talk to him again. Sam was just so crushed. Quinn never knew Sam's daylight—Sam's whole life—could be that violent.
"He didn't… not this time… I'm just… I tried to talk to him again…" He shuddered, remembering the pain, the black eye, the humiliation. "I'm so sorry, Quinn… you shouldn't have to… I'm sorry…"
She put a finger to his lips to get him to stop talking. "You have nothing to apologize for. You should break up with him, Sam. He's terrible to you!" She rubbed his back gently, and noticed that he tensed up.
"But I love him more than I've ever loved anyone in my whole life." He slowly sat up.
"Sam, he hit you. He calls you names. He's abusive!" She exclaimed, sitting up with him.
"Yeah, but what if there's something else going on. We both knew him before he started acting like this." He sighed. "He breaks really easily."
"You really love him don't you?"
"With all my heart."
"We're going to go talk to him."
"I can't go alone. And even if you were there…" He wiped his tears away. "Maybe someone would help me." Innocence seeped through his deep voice, but it wasn't the kind of innocence that Kurt loved. Kurt loved Sam's blithe attitude that he wore sometimes, the childlike manor that made him comparable to Brittany.
"They're all in there, wondering what happened after Kurt stormed out and you followed him. Someone will help us, I promise."
They both stood up, Quinn balancing the poor boy so that he wouldn't stumble and fall in all this madness. She pushed open the door, slowly, and all the guys crowded around them.
"What happened?"
"Are you okay?"
"Did he hurt you?"
"Sam, what's wrong with you two?"
Quinn cut in. "You guys, give him some space! Sam has something to say." She pushed the trembling boy forward.
He sheepishly grabbed his elbow and cast his eyes down. "Kurt's upset. That's all that's g-going on r-right now." His voice cracked.
Finn broke through the crowd to give his best friend a hug. "Dude, he's terrible to you. You shouldn't be together." Sam looked into Finn's eyes, hopeful. "Maybe you and me and Quinn and Mercedes can talk to him."
His big mouth etched its way into a small smile. "Thanks."
He nearly picked up the shaking boy and carried him over his shoulder out into the parking lot.
Kurt was banging his head against the steering wheel when they walked up. Finn opened his car door.
"What do you want from me?" He screamed, standing up and pulling his sleeves.
Quinn stepped forward, Sam desperately clinging to her arm. "Kurt, Sam's really hurt right now."
Kurt swallowed hard and stared at his boyfriend.
"White boy, you got problems!" Mercedes shouted. "You haven't said anything fashion-related in over a week!"
Kurt sighed. "I messed up." He admitted. It was so much easier to say when everyone else was there. Why was it so hard to talk to Sam alone?
There were at least five minutes of awkward silence between them. "Kurt, I'm so confused. If this is my fault…"
"It could never be your fault, Evans." Kurt smiled, pulling the tiny boy in for a long and well needed kiss. The other three sort of smiled and walked back into the school. Sam waited until they were gone to pull away from it.
"I-I still don't understand, Kurt! Tell me what you want me to say, here! I don't get why you keep pushing me away! Because it's always like this, and then, tomorrow you'll hit me again!" Sam's whole body racked with sobs as he tried to explain.
"I'm sorry for that. I said I was sorry!" Kurt defended, getting a little too loud, and a little too close to Sam's face. He flinched, hoping this wasn't going to end in another black eye.
"There you go," Sam said, rolling his eyes and trying to stay calm. "All explosive again."
"You would leave me if I told you what's really going on, Sam."
"Try me." He crossed his arms and waited.
Kurt stood up and pulled his sleeves up, exposing countless cuts and bruises. Sam's mouth gaped open. "My dad's been drinking a lot lately. Ever since he lost his job." Sam shook his head, so confused, so upset, so, so sorry. "I get it. I know, we're over. I'm sorry."
Sam threw his arms around the boy. "No, Kurt. I'm sorry. I just was so worried about you."
Rain fell to the ground, splashing the asphalt and ruining Kurt's designer clothes. He didn't even care. All he knew was that he was safe in Sam's arms and everything was going to be okay. Forever more.
Sam stared into his boyfriend's beautiful eyes. In that light, his hazel eyes were blue. "There's the sparkle I know." And Kurt knew exactly what he was talking about.
There you are my lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this first one shot, and I know the original song has nothing about abuse, but this is just what I came up with! Next up on my iPod's shuffle playlist, Only Exception Paramore
PLZ review!
