Chapter 3
A/N: Hey all you people out in fan fiction land! I, dualities am here to bring you chapter 3 of the fabulous story known as "The Patient"! A special thank you to PatriciaSage for her amazing review, you rock! Songs for this chapter are 'Drumming Song' by Florence+ the Machine and 'Those Distant Bells' by Snow Patrol. Defying Gravity will make its appearance later in the story, so don't be mad at me because it's not in this chapter. P.S. did I make Finn a little too ooc? Enough of me yammering! On with the show! Bold print=Blaine singing,Italics=Kurt singing, Bold Italics= Both
It was all planned out. I would go to Kurt's room during our morning session and tell him about the opportunities available to him for that night.
"Kurt?" I asked tentatively, "Um, on Saturday and Sunday nights the students here at Dalton are allowed to spend the night with their patients. D'you think that I could spend Saturday and Sunday with you?"
Kurt looked pensive as he thought about what to say, "When you say 'spend the night'," he began cautiously, "do you mean...?"
"What? No!" I said too quickly, "it's so that we can observe the sleeping habits of the patients. You know see if you have recurring nightmares and stuff."
"Okay." he whispered, "I look forward to spending the weekend with you in as a platonic way as possible." He said this with an almost smile. OM freakin' G I made Kurt almost smile! Score one for me!
"Alright I'll go get some of my stuff and bring it back here after lunch." I said grinning and moving towards the door," Oh, and Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"I look forward to spending a completely platonic weekend with you too."
A few hours later at around three, I returned to Kurt's room guitar case and overnight bag containing clothes and some of my favorite musical movies in hand. When I walked into his room I saw no one there. I thought maybe he had gone to get something to eat but then I heard water running. He must be taking a shower.
I was about to turn to make my bed atop Kurt's couch (his room was so much nicer than mine) when I heard something else. It started out soft and low but got progressively louder as it went on. I pressed my ear to the bathroom door and realized that it was Kurt. Singing.
There's a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you're around
I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an all mighty sound.
There's a drumming noise inside my head that throws me to the ground
I swear that you should hear it
It makes such an all mighty sound
Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than Hell!
I ran to a tower where the church bells chime
I hoped that they would clear my mind
They left a ringing in my ear
But that drum's still beating loud and clear
Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell!
I was so mesmerized by the pure, angelic quality of Kurt's voice that I didn't realize that the water turned off. Suddenly I pitched sideways as the door I had been leaning against opened inward. Two hands stopped me from falling on my face. I looked up and saw Kurt, his beautiful face expressionless. It was only then that I realized what Kurt was wearing. Nothing but a fluffy pink towel covered his wet, naked lower half.
"I err, didn't mean to startle you" I stuttered my face flushing as he set me on my feet.
"You didn't startle me." he whispered and I noticed that his eyes had darkened a fraction," would you let go of me now? There's kinda a draft in here and I would like to put on some pants."
I moved away from him and resumed making my bed. When I turned around Kurt was already dressed for bed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweats even though it was only about 3:30 in the afternoon. "So," I said trying to break the awkward silence between us "what movie d'you want to watch first?" He ruffled around in my bag for a bit before pulling out West Side Story. I grinned at him and popped it in the DVD player and sat down on the couch patting the seat beside me. He opted for the other side of the couch and I frowned. He had been so close to me yesterday. With his face buried in the crook of my neck, his tears leaving salty tracks on my skin. But what had changed since then?
Had I been to forward with him? I am told that I do that sometimes, by Wes and David of all people.
It was easy to get into the movie. As 'Tonight Tonight' started playing, I sang along with Tony on screen. I turned slightly to see Kurt about a foot closer to me than when the movie started, staring at me with the oddest expression on his face. It was almost tender-looking, like he was looking at a newborn. He caught me watching him watching me and started to move away, looking guilty like he was a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. It was hella cute. I reached my hand out and caught his wrist pulling him to my chest and wrapping my other arm around his waist.
I felt his breathing hitch slightly at the contact and I willed mine not to do the same. He took a minute to settle and I ended up with Kurt's head on my chest and his arms around my neck. I ran my hands through his hair without thinking about it hearing him purr in response.
When we got to Tony's death scene, I being the big softie that I am, teared up. I looked down at Kurt to gauge his reaction and was surprised to see silent tears rolling down his face I reached down to cup his face, wiping away his tears with my thumb. The movie ended then suddenly the lights went out.
"Ah shit!" I said pushing Kurt off of me, running to the door and looking out at the hallway, "It looks like the powers out for the whole building too. Glad I brought candles." I started to rummage around in my bag and brought out enough candles to give a pyromaniac a wet dream. "What?", I said defensively seeing as Kurt was giving me a weird look, " I thought something like this might happen seeing as we have a mini hurricane barreling at our windows.", I gestured towards the rain-darkened sky outside.
"I didn't say anything.", Kurt whispered, wincing slightly and holding his hands in front of his chest as if he thought I would hurt him. I said nothing and continued lighting the candles. When I finished I grabbed my guitar and sat back on the couch while Kurt moved to sit on his bed, watching me intently. I took a deep breath and started to play.
The car crunches gravel and the wind licks at you
This dark spell you're under has you dumbstruck by the gate
It hurts every muscle just to walk back to the house
Now this home that you both made, it looks haunted from the yard
Kurt joined in on the chorus, softly at first but growing steadily louder.
You can hear those distant bells and you know they'll never leave
It's like your church is crying out, like the wolf calls to her young
I started to sing the second verse but Kurt sang over me. I settled for just strumming along, watching something beautiful unfold before my eyes.
And the dark never enters but it also never leaves
And the spark that he gave you is just an ember all but out
If he'd one eye on the exit, oh you never would have known
Till he drove off in the darkness like some slowly fading song
You can hear those distant bells and you know they'll never leave
It's like your church is crying out, like the wolf calls to her young
You can hear those distant bells and you know they'll never leave
It's like your church is crying out, like the wolf calls to her young
I played the ending notes and a silence fell over the two of us. I grinned at Kurt and he smiled. Smiled!
"Well that was awesome! I didn't know you that you knew who Snow Patrol was." I said.
"This orderly, I think his name was Rory, came in to give me my meds one day and he was humming that song. I didn't know who sang it. I've never heard of Snow Patrol though." Kurt whispered then the lights came back on. It was timely though, maybe Wes and Finn had something to do with it.
"I shall have to teach you all that I know then." I grinned devilishly at him, "Want anything to eat? I could probably cook us up a meal of dry cereal." He nodded and I walked out the door.
A/N: Okay that wasn't the best ending to a chapter. I'll admit that. So, what did you guys think of this chapter? Oh, and Snow Patrol is a band from Ireland which explains why Rory was humming one of their songs seeing as he is from Ireland. In the chorus of 'Those Distant Bells' there is a kickass harmony which is why I used the song, you guys should really check it out on iTunes. Reviews make Kurt sing!
