It's My Turn

In a world where, in Theatricality, Burt didn't come down the stairs. Kurt's sick of hearing Finn insult him, he wants to put his own opinion in.

sorry this has taken so long guys! i had half term, and was a complete lazy ass. i also had severe writers block, and it sucked. i've got over it now though...i hope. if the story sucks, feel free to hate me. :P


"Will Kurt be okay, Mom?"

"I hope so, Finn, I hope so."


There was beeping.

A horrible, stupid beeping.

Right in his ear.

And it was really pissing Kurt off.

He'd been concious for about 5 seconds and he already wanted to be asleep again. Stupid beeping. He was tired, grouchy, hungry and now pissed off. He needed a drink. He could go and get a glass of water from the kitchen. He could go and get an apple. But right now, he's comfy. He'll get up. He will get up real soon. Just someone turn off that incessant fucking beeping!

Kurt growled. His room smelt funny. It usually smelt like roses, shampoo and clean sheets. And sometimes Finn. This smelt like vomit.

Wait...Finn.

His eyes broke open suddenly and whipped around the room. Everything came rushing back. Finn. Faggy blanket. Lamp. Pain. Bathroom. Love.

Oh fuck, love, Kurt groaned. Of course, when he's angry he has to go and declare his love in a suicidal rage to his nearly/kinda step-brother. A step-brother who he went in a complete rant at. Finn probably wanted to kill him with his shoe. Resident gay kid telling him he's in love with him, and all.

Kurt closed his eyes again. His mind took him back.

"Just go. Leave me here with the rest of the fags, like you and your cronies have done time and time again. Just leave me alone!"

His eyes shot open as he remembered the pain that had shot through his arms. He wiggled his fingers under the sheets, discovering an immense pain that thread itself through his hands. He lifted his palms to his face, and on seeing the bandages, dropped his hands immediately. Another pain shot through both his arms. Note to self: Don't do that again, retard.

Kurt slowly opened his eyes, assessing the room he was in. It was the stereotypical hospital room, bright white with sickly white sheets and sickly white vases and everything was sickly white. Goes with the theme of the building, Kurt thought.

He looked to the left of him. He sighed happily when he spotted a glass of water on the small table next to his bicep. His body protested as he pushed himself up to seated, grabbing the small glass with a straw in it, no matter how much it hurt his hands. He took a long gulp of the ice water, moaning cheerfully as the liquid slipped down his throat. He placed the glass back onto the table with a shaking hand.

Why was he in here? Okay, so he had hurt his hands pretty bad. But why was he asleep? Kurt closed his eyes.

The scissors remained in his hand. He put the blade to his wrist, but it didn't penetrate the skin.

"I've heard so many stories, of gay people being thrown out of their family, just because of loving the same sex. So many stories of those same people commiting suicide because their own family hates them," Kurt pressed the scissors into his skin, "would this make it easier for you, Finn? I wouldn't be here for you to feel ashamed anymore. Wouldn't be here to make you feel uncomfortable anymore, would I, Finn?"

"Oh my god." Kurt exclaimed, and he smashed open his eyes. I really fucked this up, didn't I? He slumped back onto the stiff mattress and stared at the ceiling. He should be mad at Finn. He should want to rip off Finn's testicles, blend them and make him eat them. He should be, but he wasn't. He only wanted to be recognised, to feel loved. Had he really been so intrusive to Finn? Oh god oh god oh god. Kurt may not be religious but...oh god.


"Kurt? You awake?" Burt poked his head through the door. He was desperately hoping for his son to be awake. He hadn't listened to anything Finn had to say, he just wanted to see his son. awake and hopefully feeling better than Burt felt. He'd spent most of his time in the cafeteria with a crying Finn and his weeping mother, both repeating their condolenses and sorries. He didn't care right now. He just wanted his son back.

"Hey dad." Kurt smiled at the elder Hummel. He was glad too see his father after today, to get some confirmation on what the hell was about to happen now.

"How are you, kiddo?"

"Good, I suppose. Dad?"

Burt looked up at his son as he sat down in the hospital chair.

"I'm sorry."

"What?" The elder was shocked. Stunned. Finn was supposed to be saying sorry. Not Kurt. Why was he sorry? It doesn't make any sense.

"I had...other reasons, for you and Carole to get together. Other than for you too be happy. I brought this upon myself, Dad. I'm so sorry. I don't want you and Carole to split up now. Let's move on. Leave this alone, right now. I just want to go home." Kurt teared up. His hands ached, his neck protested against his every movement, he was exhausted. Kurt wanted his bed. And most of all, he wanted to say sorry to Finn.

"We'll go home, son. I'll get the doctor so you can be discharged. We'll go home."

"Thank you Dad." Kurt smiled sadly at Burt. He sighed and walked out the room to the two people waiting outside the room, but finding only one waiting.

"Carole? Where's Finn?"

She sighed. She didn't know what was happening right now. They were stepbrothers, weren't they?

"Finn said he was glad Kurt had woken up, but couldn't face him right now. He went home. To our old house." Carole teared up before her boyfriend. "I'm so sorry about this, Burt."

Burt pulled the woman into a hug, letting her release her tears onto his shoulder. When had everything got so wrong? He loved the woman in his arms, he loved her son, too. And he most definitely loved his own son with all his heart. They were a family, right? He kissed Carole's forehead and stood back.

"I'm going to get the doctor, so we can all go home. Kurt just wants to go home. It'll be okay, love. It'll be okay." Burt placed one last kiss on her forehead before heading down the corridor to find a doctor.


Cold.

That was all he felt.

Finn was curled up in his old bed, several blankets wrapped around him, pillows fluffed underneath his head becoming wet from his flowing tears.

He was so cold. Physically and mentally. Since no one had been in the house, the heating system had been off, and so the temperature of the house was low enough to keep an ice cube as ice. Finn shivered.

He felt cold in his heart. He knew Kurt had a crush on him, and Kurt knew Finn wasn't gay. They both knew the facts. Finn thought it was just a harmless crush. But when love came in to it...Finn calling Kurt's things that word meant so much more right now.

Because he wasn't just ruining a childhood crush. He was ruining a love, a brotherhood, a friendship. Finn probably wasn't going to get that back very soon.

More tears came cascading down his cheeks. He felt so exhausted, he just wanted to sleep, but the pull of reality wouldn't let him. It was like they were punishing him, whoever they were. He'd hurt Kurt enough, so now he was going to hurt. He had seen that Kurt was awake and even smiling, and that was his cue to leave the hospital. He just couldn't see Kurt right now. He couldn't even think straight.

Finn let the pull of drowsiness take him whilst he was crying into his blanket.


god this chapter was short. sorry guys, i suppose writers block hasn't totally gone yet. all this was, was a filler chapter so i can get up to kurt/finn interaction, and the glee club. i WILL get to that soon, fuck writers block! :(
as much as i love story alerts and author alerts...i'd LOVE some reviews. i wanna know if i'm a crappy writer or not. :3 xx