Dear readers, This scenario came to me in a dream. It's a Klaine story (of course) but it is a little different. Blaine is going out with Santana and Kurt is madly in love with him. He struggles to watch as all the girls get to duet with Blaine, especialy during the 'Rocky Horror' part of the story. There is Klaine towards the end of the chapter but please leave your comment if you like it or hate it. (I will put the title of the song next to Kurt's description of how it is sung so you can listen to it if you wish. All these songs are on my ipod, thats where this story line has come from.) This story was written in August of 2012 before I had watched the whole of season 3 and season 4 hasn't come out yet. This story is also a crossover with occasional characters from the American hospital drama, ER.
In the beginning.
He was a transfer student. He moved here from Dalton academy which made me think he was like me. I was wrong however and now I'm stuck watching him with Satan's human form creating saliva pools on the floor of the choir room. They were the 'it' couple of William Mckinley High School. I was a seventeen year old boy in love with a straight guy. It happened just after he started dating Satan, Dave Karofsky pushed me into a locker for, about the fourteenth time this year.
'Hey!' He had yelled down the corridor. He walked towards us with a cute, boy-ish swaggar and told the bastard to leave me alone. 'You okay?' He asked me when they had left. Putting his hand on my shoulder and making me feel weak at the knees.
'Uhu.' I stuttered.
'Take care.' He smiled and was gone. Blaine Anderson, how he stole my heart away that day. Then he joined Glee club and I got to see him every day. His voice! I still heard it as I lay in bed late at night. Today was Monday which meant that our coach, Mr Schuester, would be telling us the lesson this week. I entered the choir room and sat with my best friend Mercedes. She looked good today, big hoop earings and groovy patterned jeans were her style.
'Hey Kurt.' She said in her diva style.
'Good morning Mercedes.' I sat beside her and glanced to where he usualy sat. He wasn't there so I stared at the door before he swaggered in with Satan on his arm. He looked hot. A simple grey sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. His dark, curly hair was longer now and fell into his eyes. He kept doing a cute hair flick so he was able to see. Satan was in her usual Cherios uniform which, I must admit, were super hot. Brittany, her close friend, followed them with jealousy on her face. Clearly she was as unhappy with the arrangement as I was. Then my second and biggest rival bounced through the door. Rachel Berry. The girl who thought she was everything. She was dragging her boyfriend (and my half brother) Finn Hudson, along behind her. They thought that they were the it couple. They were wrong as she refused to put out for him. He was secretly meeting with his ex, Quinn Farbray, who sat with her trophy boyfriend, total hottie, Sam Evans. That left my other friends, Tina Cohen-Chang, who was rocking the goth look in all black, and her boyfriend Mike Chang and Artie who sat in his wheelchair on the bottom row. That left the total badass (more like Jackass) Puck who was so not even close to being my friend. Unless friends throw eachother into dumpsters. Mr Schuster came in then. I had to close my eyes and pray that he wasn't wearing another sleeveless wolly sweatshirt. He looked like an old man from the neck down. When I opened them again I knew I wasn't dreaming. He was still wearing the gross vest.
'Right, settle down guys.' He said. Most people had respect for him as his fashon sense didn't affect his personality. 'Today's lesson is about feelings.' He said, writing the word on the small whitebourd at the back of the room. Great, I thought. I have lots of them. He went into some speech about songs that represented someone's feelings. I went into a fantasy about the day Blaine realises that I'm the one for him. I had Spanish after Glee club so Mr Schue walked out with me.
'How are you doing Kurt?' He asked as we walked through the corridors.
'Okay.' I straightened my blue sweater and adusted my tie so it was flat.
'I saw you looking a bit down in there.' He gestured to the direction of the choir room.
'I'm just... feeling kinda lonely. Being the only out-gay guy in the school is tough.' He smiled. It was wierd, he had a way of making you feel better when he smiled. If not for the vest-sweatshirts I'd say he was hot. I sat at the back of the class in Spanish. Some guy called Brett sat next to me. He smelt homeless so I sprayed him with my perfume.
'Hey, queer.' I heard Karofsky whisper from the table beside me.
'Jee Karofsky,' I said unenthusiastically. 'You'd think after all this time you would have found a better word to insult me.'
'Well,' He stuttered, caught off guard. 'Stop spraying your fairy dust all over the place.'
'I use it to cover up your 'total jerk' odor.' I swished my fringe sideways to avert my eyes from the view of Karofsky's hideous face. Mr Schue did his boring 'repeat after me' technique which made me criticize the fashon sense of the class room. We had some wannabe Gaga's sitting around in the most hideous clothes ever. Some people however, looked okay and must have been reading Ohio weekly as they were wearing the latest style's from this week's top fashon. I was glad when the lesson was over and I was free to go to lunch.
'Hey Kurt.' My arm was taken in a link with Mercedes.
'Hey Mercy.' I said, a little down-hearted.
'How was Spanish?' She seemed concerned.
'I sat next to Brett again so I'm now gathering the oxygen I rejected to ingest.'
'Shall we sit in the quad?' She led me to the doors that went outside to the square garden with tables dotted everywhere. Stairs at the other end that led to the car park.
'Mercedes! Kurt!' Tina called from one of the tables. She, Mike and Artie were sitting together. We sat with them and I let them chat and gossip. My attention was on the fifteen cheerios and Blaine on the steps.
'Afternoon Mckinley!' He shouted. The courtyard fell silent and my heart skipped a beat. 'I've got some entertainment for you which I like to call afternoon delight.' Even from five tables away I could spot his wink at his girlfriend. Satan sat with a Slushie, watching him with hungry eyes. The music kicked in and Blaine rocked out to Tom Jones' "It's not unusual". The Cheerios were his backing singers. His voice was amazing. Even I couldn't fault it, and that was saying something. When he ended his song I could feel my heart beating like crazy. I fantasized about him and me all day. It made gym manageable. It wasn't until I was getting onto the school bus that I was awoken from my daydream. I was getting onto the bus when two hands pushed my shoulders, knocking me off balance and into the dirt. I looked into the ugly face of Dave Karofsky.
'You can't ride on this, it's not the Queer express.' He laughed with his stupid, testosterone filled friends. The bus closed its yellow doors and drove off. I was left in the dirt, watching the homophobe's pointing and laughing at me through the back window.
'Are you alright?' Came an angel's voice from behind me. I turned and saw Blaine's handsome face.
'Yeah, just jerks who'll probably end up dead when they're thirty.'
'Here' He extended his hand and pulled me up. Wow, his hands were soft. I brushed off the dirt from my cream trousers. 'You've got some on your shirt.' I was taken by surprise when he brushed my torso to remove the dirt there. Our eyes locked.
'Blaine!' Satan's voice pulled his gaze from mine.
'Hey.' Blaine extended his hand to her and pulled her closer. Their lips met and I had the sudden urge to punch her feminine face.
'See you then.' I said. I began to walk away and heard a "see you Kurt" from behind me. It was a long walk home and my Dad was back from work at his tire shop and he was in the window, a worried look on his face. He ran out when he saw me.
'Where the hell have you been?' I grimaced at his choice of open check shirt over a plain white one with blue jeans.
'I got- Umm, I mean, missed the bus.' I had to lie. He worried too much about me.
'I've been worried Kurt.' He dropped his anger. We walked into the house.
'What do you want me to make for dinner?' I asked as I dropped my Gucci bag onto the dining room chair.
'Umm, Kurt.' I knew that guilty tone.
'What is it Dad?' I stood with my back to him, my hands on the back of the chair.
'I promised Finn I'd take him to the Giants tonight. But Carol's coming over and she said she wanted to take you shopping.'
'Okay, fine.' I took my bag and went upstairs into my room.
'Kurt-' He began, but I was already gone. I lay down on my red duvet and looked around my bedroom. The light grey walls and the stone-grey carpet. The several posters of my idols, Madonna, Britney and Gaga were amongst them. My sheet music stood in an organized pile beside my CD rack with my docking station on top. I put my ipod into the slot and set it on shuffle. I lay thinking, the music only there for background noise. There was a knock at the door.
'Who is it?' I called, annoyed.
'It's me.' My Dad's voice said. 'I'm going now, Carol's here. See you later tonight.' he didn't wait for a reply. I heard the familiar creak of the second step at the top of the stairs. I didn't even bother to change out of my blue sweatshirt and cream trousers as I went to meet Carol downstairs. She was wearing the black dress with red roses on it that I had picked out for her the last time we shopped.
'Hey Kurt.' She smiled happily. She hugged me in a similar way that my Mom used to before she died. It made me lighten up a little. Shopping was fun. We went into my favorite store, Hollywood Fashion.
'So what were you looking for exactly?' I asked her as she admired the dresses that were very in right now.
'Something casual, but it stands out.' We searched the isles and picked several dresses. We made our way to the dressing room.
'Men's dressing rooms are that way.' The woman at the entrance said.
'Can't he just sit outside my changing room?' Carol asked.
'No.' She said sharply. Like Finn, Carol took on redness in her face when she got angry.
'Carol, it's-fine. I'll stay out here and you can show me through the door.' I sat on one of the poufs that people used for trying on shoes. I should be used to it by now but I still hated that I wasn't included in the girly things. Carol rocked two of the dresses so she brought both. One for her work party and one for her date with my Dad. Carol was nice so I didn't mind, but Finn wasn't comfortable with me being gay so he tended to avoid me most days. We went to breadstix for dinner. It was great because I loved breadstix but mostly she just wanted to cheer me up after the changing room incident. It didn't work, of course, because half way through out meal Satan walked in toeing Blaine like a little puppy. He was smiling and laughing with her. They took the table behind us.
'So Finn and Rachel are going strong, huh.' Carol said.
'Umm,' I felt suddenly uncomfortable. 'I guess so.' Not really as I had to cover up for him and Quinn the other day.
'What about you?' She asked, munching on a breadstick.
'Hmm?' I kept getting distracted by Blaine drinking his Cola through a straw.
'Any boy at school catching your eye?' She frowned and observed me. She saw where I was looking and turned around. 'ohhh!' She leaned in closer, an interested look on her face. 'Who's he?'
'Blaine Anderson.' I sighed dreamily. 'And that's his girlfriend, Satan- I mean, Santana Lopez.'
'Oh, sorry.' She said quietly.
'It's okay. He'll see soon that I'm better for him than that slu- thing.' He looked at me when I said that. I blushed deeply and buried my face in my hands. When I looked back he wasn't even acknowledging me. Carol had a strange look on her face that made me feel super uncomfortable. She drove me home and I told her I would be okay as my dad wasn't back yet. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. What if he had heard? Would he tell anyone? Would my life officially be over then? Of course everyone knew I was gay, but not who I was in to. I huffed and rolled over, feeling as though my life was ending.
'Mornin' Kurt.' My Dad greeted me the next morning.
'Good morning Dad.' I yawned.
'You look tired.' he asked as I made myself a coffee and two pieces of toast.
'I forgot my moisturizing routine last night so I had to get up two hours earlier.' I rubbed my eyes.
'Oww!' My Dad exclaimed. I looked and he was clutching his chest where his heart was.
'Dad? Are you okay?' I walked over to him.
'Yeah, I'm fine. Must have ate a dodgy burger at the game last night.' He chuckled but I knew something was still wrong.
'Dad, you need to see a doctor.' I led him to a chair.
'No! No doctors! I'm fine. Get ready for school.' He gestured to the stairs. 'Oh and Kurt!' He called after me. 'Take my car to school with you. I can walk to work.' I felt a bit better in my Dad's car. Nothing special but it ran smoothly. I saw Mercedes' black convertible and parked beside it.
'Mornin' Sista!' She called as we got out of our cars.
'Good morning Mercedes. You look good again today.' I offered my arm for her to link. I admired her rainbow jeans and her hippie style waisttcoat.
'What's with the girls jumper?' She asked me.
'It's unisex, Mercedes. Unisex.' The first two lessons were boring and uneventful. It wasn't until Glee club that my day got a little better. It was one of the odd occasions where Blaine was alone without Satan and her dumb friend. He walked over to me and whispered close to my face.
'Meet me in the auditorium at lunch.' He smiled and left to sit with Finn and all his friends. My heart beat and my mind raced. What did he want to talk about? Mr Schue talked about feelings in songs again whilst Rachel continued to butt in with her opinions. Blaine kept smiling at me until we left the class. I didn't even complain when I sat beside Brett in Spanish. It wasn't until Miss Pilsbury, a red-headed guidance counselor who dressed like she lived in the forties, came into the classroom and whispered to Mr Schue.
'Kurt, can you come here for a moment?' He asked. I stood up, wondering what was wrong. 'Kurt,' He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder. 'It's your Dad.' Those three words made me panic. Mr Schue offered to drive me to County General hospital where my Dad was. The wait was agonizing as I stood outside the trauma room. A tall man with balding hair and round lasses stepped out.
'My name is Doctor Greene I worked on you Dad.'
'Is he okay?' I asked quickly.
'He's alive, but that's the best of the news. Your father had a severe heart attack and it left him comatose.' He looked at me sympathetically. I felt myself sitting down.
'Can I see him?' I asked.
'Of course.' Doctor Greene led me into the room with gross green walls and a light blue floor. I gasped in shock as I saw my dad's pale face. He looked so small and weak.
'Can you go now?' I said to Mr Schue and Miss Pilsbury.
'I don't think you should be alone now Kurt.' She said.
'I just want to be alone with my Dad.' They left and Doctor Greene gave me a stool.
'Dad?' I said to him. I took his hand. 'Dad, can you hear me?' Nothing. 'Dad, if you can hear me just squeeze my hand. Just squeeze it.' He lay motionless. I cried in frustration. It was hours before Doctor Greene came in and said that they had a bed in the ICU for my Dad. They move him through the busy halls and into the lift. I went with them. My phone buzzed several times with messages from Mercedes and Tina. I ignored them.
'You should go home and get some rest.' Doctor Greene said on the third day. I hadn't left my Dad's side and my face felt gross without its moisturizing. Mercedes, Tina and Mike came to see me on the second day. They tried to convince me to go back to school but I couldn't face it. I wasn't going to leave him. He needed me.
'I can't leave him.' I told Doctor Greene.
'He's not going to change overnight Kurt.' He said to me. 'You should go home, get some sleep and go to school in the morning and he'll be here when you come back. I'll call you if there's any change.' I gave in. Crying the whole way home. I had already lost my Mom. I wasn't loosing Dad too. Doctor Greene was right. A shower helped and so did moisturizing my face. I fell asleep on the couch after I made tea and was still there when I woke up the next morning. It wasn't until I saw him that I remembered that Blaine had asked me to meet him in the auditorium. He was standing with his football friends and looked nervous when I asked if I could talk to him. We stood by the dumpster. He kept shooting looks at his friends.
'I'm sorry about Tuesday.' I told him.
'What about it?' He asked, blushing.
'Tuesday, when you asked me to meet you. My Dad got hurt.'
'I have- no idea what you're talking about.' He laughed nervously. 'Sorry about your Dad.' He left. I felt worse than I ever had in my life. With the exception of my Mom's funeral. By third period I knew what my song would be. Everyone took turn's. Most were happy or about love. I got chosen last.
'Kurt, It' good to have you back. What have you got for us?'
'When my Mom died, I thought my life was over. We were at her funeral and I cried because I knew it was the last time I would see her. I turned to my Dad, wanting him to say something. To tell me my world wasn't ending. He took my hand in his and I knew I was safe as long as I had him. So, this song is to my Dad.' I broke out into my own version of I wanna hold your hand, by The Beatles. I thought about when I was growing up. My Dad teaching me how to ride a bike and me teaching him how to act at a tea party. He always put up with my crazy. He'd been supportive when I came out to him. When I finished the song most people were crying. I sneaked a look at Blaine who was staring at the floor. Spanish was twice as hard to sit through as Karofsky kept laughing at me. I made my way slowly to the canteen. Everyone sat outside in the sun but I sat alone in the dark room. Why me? I kept thinking. Did I do something wrong? My mind went to the one thing I hated more that Rachel Berry. God. Was this his punishment to me because I was gay? I hated the very thought of it. I tried to pretend I didn't believe in him. I had prayed to him to make me different from this pain I was in. I was silent all the way through Math and Biology. Not even the kind looks from Blaine could lighten my sadness. I walked to the parking lot and almost screamed when I saw my Dad's car. The front window was smashed and someone had written "Fag" on each of the doors. I began to cry and hit the front of the car.
'Kurt? You okay.' Great, Rachel. I turned and saw Rachel toeing Finn over to me. I cringed at her red dress and blue flip-flops. Did she even look in the mirror this morning?
'Oh god!' Finn exclaimed. 'What happened to Burt's car?' He examined the smashed window and the crude writing. 'Kurt who did this?'
'Who do you think? Mr Homophobe of the century.'
'I'm gonna kill Karofsky!' Finn yelled.
'That won't do any good Finn! You know it won't.' Finn called his Mom and I went back to their house. Rachel tried to comfort me when all I wanted to do was punch her in the face every time she spoke.
'You can stay here tonight if you want Kurt.' Carol asked me.
'I want to be with my Dad.' I replied.
'We'll come with you.' Finn said.
'He's not your Dad!' I yelled.
'But he's the closest thing I'm ever gonna have to one!' He yelled back.
'Boys!' Carol interjected. 'This is not the time to do this. Kurt, we will all go and see your Dad. Okay?' I nodded and reluctantly got into the car. We dropped Rachel off at her house on our way. He looked the same as he did last night. Small and pale. I kissed his head.
'Hey Dad.' I took his hand and sat in silence. Doctor Greene came in.
'Hello Kurt.' He smiled. 'I have some good news.' He sat down beside me. 'We did some tests on your Dad's brain and we found activity. That means he's thinking, and can probably hear you.' I gasped.
'Dad?' I said. 'Dad, it's Kurt. I'm here okay. I'm not going anywhere.' We sat happily talking after the good news. It made my down-heartedness light up a little.