Alright so KlaineForeverLover07 's story It Gets Better is cute and you all should read it. Also the other night on television I was watching Rugrats in Paris and I once again fell in love with those adventurous babies!
So inspired by It Gets Better and a particular song from Rugrats in Paris and some other common things; I wrote this.
Mother's Day.
Sunday. May 11. 2014.
A cool day around the afternoon, with dark clouds coming in to cover the blue sky of the special day. The day where all mothers were appreciated for everything they have done for their offspring, and husbands (or other wife).
But it was different day for Marley Rose. It was the first Mother's Day without her mother.
Mrs. Rose passed away in early January from a stroke in the middle of the night, on a night that Marley was sleeping over her friend Unique's sleepover. It was Marley who found her mother the next day, around lunch time when she came home from the sleepover.
Marley didn't want to believe it, she called 9-1-1 and tried to wake her Mom up, but nothing worked.
The only family member alive and able to take care of her was her older cousin, Ben Rose, who was 24 and lived in California. When he learned of his aunts death he made arrangements to live in Lima with Marley so that she wouldn't have to move in the middle of the school year, nor have to make friends again.
She was depressed for a few months, slowly she relapsed back into not eating anything again. Barley anyone noticed until after the fifth day when Blaine grabbed Marley's hand and began taking her to the lunch room.
"Blaine, I can't." She whimpered.
"It's okay." Blaine said. "We're all here for you. Me, Unique, Sam, Artie, Artie, Jake, Ryder and Finn. The other's don't have this lunch, but if they did than they'd be here too."
"I'm not hungry." She lied.
"Yes you are." Blaine said as he still walked. "It's your heart tricking you. It's saying your not hungry. But you really are."
She had to give him credit for that. Although she ate she was still depressed so she kept buying and using laxatives to cope with some pain. She cried at home; crying herself to sleep. She cried during the school day, hiding in a girls bathroom or in the choir room when nobody was there. Nobody found her sometimes but when they did spot her crying they do everything to make her feel better.
She got better but still missed her mother.
Mother's Day she came to the cemetery and stood at her mother's graved. Covered in white tulips and red roses, her mother's favorite flowers. Marley held the bunches of peonies in her hands as she looked at the spot. She forced a smile, knowing in her heart that her mother was safe and healthy now, but tears still came down as she wouldn't see her mother ever again.
And it's only been two months.
She rested the flowers down in the spot she dug up, then placed the dirt back together neatly as possible. Marley stayed on her knees and looked at the words in front of her.
Mildred Marie Rose
June 15, 1963 - March 27, 2014
Beloved daughter, mother and friend.
"I love you Mom." Marley said, tears rolling down her face. "Happy Mother's Day."
After a few minutes Marley heard footsteps behind her. "Marley?" A high voiced called.
Marley stood up and turned around to face Kurt, a bunches of flowers in his left hand. Last time she saw him was a few weeks before her mother died, when he was visiting his father and Carol Hudson for Burt's cancer appointment. She was relieved when Kurt announced his Dad was cancer free.
Marley stood up and wiped the dirt off her dress. "Hi Kurt."
Kurt smiled, eyeballing the young brunette. Wear brown boots, red polka dot dress and a black cardigan. "You look nice."
"Thanks," Marley said as she wiped a tear away. Kurt handed her a tissue from his pocket. "Thanks. What are you doing here?"
"Visiting my Mom." Kurt said, lifting the flowers back up. "She's just a little down there."
"Oh." Marley said, her face turning red from embarrassment. Why else would Kurt be here? "I'm sorry." She said, wiping another tear away.
"For crying in a cemetery?"
"No, for your mom." Marley said. "I know it's been years, still still."
Kurt gave a sweet smile to her. "Thank you. I'm sorry for your loss too." Kurt said. he then looked at the bunches of flowers and took one out. Kurt walked over to the grave behind Marley and placed it down.
"I wished I could of gotten to know you better, Mrs. Rose. You've got a real sweet girl here." He smiled. "We'll take care of her."
As Kurt stood back up Marley smiled. "You didn't have too do that."
"I never knew your mother. But from the stories I heard from others, she reminded me of my mother." He said. "Want to meet my Mom?"
Marley nodded. "Let me just say goodbye to Mom, I'll catch up down there."
"Okay." Kurt said.
Kurt nodded and began walking down the path to his mother's grave. Marley turned back and went on her knees again, placing a hand on her mother's gravestone. "I love you Mom."
Ten minutes later Marley found Kurt standing at a grave stone, looking down into the ground. He had placed the flowers down in the front; neatly with a red ribbon tied in the middle of the bunches.
"Hi Kurt." Marley said softly, not wanting to scare him.
"Hi Marley." Kurt said. "Marley meet my mother; Elizabeth Meredith O'Grady-Hummel. Mom, this is Marley. She's the girl who I said is musically talented like Rachel, but is less dramatic and very less annoying about everything."
Marley made a small giggle at that. "I think that the 'New Rachel' thing is silly. And I think Tina is more Rachel. If this Rachel girl is dramatic and annoying as everyone says than it fits Tina. Blaine's more nicer."
"Good point." Kurt said.
The two of them remained silent for several minutes, looking at the beautiful grave covered in flowers. Marley leaned down and placed a peonies flower next to where Kurt placed his flowers.
"You didn't have to do that." Kurt said.
"The way Blaine spoke about her, telling me the stories you told him, and the stories Finn was told, I can agree that your Mom and my Mom are almost the same."
Kurt smiled. "She was amazing. I'm her twin you can say. Hair, eyes, pale skin. We sound the same when we spoke too."
"Really?" Marley asked.
Kurt smiled then placed his hand to his ear, in the shape of a telephone. "No, she's dead. This is her son."
Marley laughed again, until the sound of her stomach calling for food interrupted the moment. "Sorry."
"No I'm pretty hungry too." Kurt said. "Eaten today yet?" Marley shook her head. "I haven't eaten since yesterday morning when my Dad tried to make waffles from scratch. Let's get something."
Marley nodded; though she didn't want to eat.