Written by Gleekfreak12345
I don't own Glee
Chapter Two
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"Mercy, will you please drop it?"
Mercedes looked over at Kurt who was sitting in the passenger's seat of her car, bag on his lap and a pleading, annoyed expression on his face.
"No. You really scared me, Kurt."
"Well I'm sorry," Kurt apologized, a slight tone of sarcasm lightly layering his voice, "but that still doesn't explain why you're talking to me about suicide!"
"I'm not talking to you about suicide!" Mercedes exploded, flinching slightly, "I'm asking you why you sang a song about it!"
"Technically it wasn't about suicide; the singer was hung… But that's irrelevant! Mercy," Kurt trailed off before picking up volume again, "I wasn't focusing on the death part of the song, I was focusing on the 'struggling to fit in' part!"
Mercedes huffed angrily and stared at the road. The last thing she needed right now was a car accident. "That doesn't explain why you looked so depressed that it seemed like you were dead!"
"Oh my god!" Kurt groaned as he slid down in his seat a little too dramatically. "You are the last person I should have to explain this to!" He sat up straight and turned his head to stare at Mercedes with a look that suggested he was trying to teach a kindergartener. "It's called 'being theatrical,' Mercy; getting into character. If I sang that song with a cheery smile it wouldn't have half the impact it did."
Mercedes watched Kurt out of the corner of her eye before sighing and turning to look at him. "Fine, you're right." She reluctantly agreed; Kurt smiled in triumph. "I just love you too much to think about things like that." Mercedes admitted, her voice quieting down a little, "It scared me."
The smile faded off Kurt's lips almost instantly, "Well in that case, thank you. But don't worry," he said as he reached over and placed a hand on Mercedes' shoulder, "I'm not going anywhere."
Kurt dropped his hand and a silence fell over the vehicle for a few moments before Mercedes reached out and turned on the radio. A cheesy commercial for insurance filled the quiet before the DJ came back on.
"Alright, we're takin' requests, so call in with your favourite song and we'll add it to our playlist!"
The sounds of a ukulele followed the DJ's voice; the only damn reason Mercedes knew what a ukulele sounded like was because of Mr. Schue.
"Have you listened to the lyrics of this song?" Kurt asked, fiddling with the volume.
"Meh, not really, it's not my music."
Kurt smirked a little, "Well if we were ever in a scenario where I was to sing a song to you, I would sing this one. But knowing Mr. Schue, I doubt that will happen."
"Oh really?" Mercedes asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Mhmm," Kurt confirmed, "ignore the romantic aspect and it's practically our theme song."
Mercedes looked over at Kurt with a shining in her eyes, daring him to prove his point. Instead of elaborating in speech, Kurt opened his mouth and began singing along with the radio, his light, clear voice mixing with the singer's.
"I knew I wouldn't forget you, and soon I went and let you blow my mind."
Mercedes shook her head while laughing, turning her eyes back to the road.
"Your sweet moonbeam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream. I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided, who's one of my kind."
At this part Kurt leaned over and smiled teasingly at Mercedes. She swatted him away and he leaned back, looking out the windshield as he continued to sing, a smile on his lips.
"Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair you know. Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight."
Taking one hand off the wheel, Mercedes flicked off the radio, earning a disapproving look from Kurt.
"Baby, please explain why would sing that song to me? It has nothing to do with anything."
"If you take out the romantic meaning, and get down the point, this song is about a man finding his soul mate. A woman who is almost exactly like him." Kurt answered, fixing Mercedes with a kind, calculated look, "Do you understand now?"
"Kind of," Mercedes answered coyly, just to annoy Kurt. He sighed overly dramatically and sunk down into his chair, turning the radio back on and flipping through channels till Lady Gaga filled the car.
Mercedes finished pouring the freshly made popcorn into the plastic bowl and picked it up, making her way back to the living room where Kurt was stretched out on the couch.
"Move," she commanded, nudging Kurt's feet with her free hand. Without protest (which surprised Mercedes) he lifted his feet and moved them to the coffee table, allowing her a place to sit. Mercedes placed the popcorn bowl on Kurt's stomach before settling down into the cushions.
It wasn't two seconds before Kurt's feet were in her lap.
With an eyebrow arched, Mercedes turned to look at Kurt; he was still facing the television, but there was a coy smile on his lips.
"Really?" Mercedes asked, pointing to his sock-clad foot. Kurt didn't say anything; instead he turned to look at her, lifting a single piece of popcorn to his lips. Mercedes couldn't help but smile.
"Fine," she laughed, plopping her hands down to rest on his calves, "What were you watching while I slaved away to make this popcorn?"
Now Kurt laughed, "Well if it's any consolation, this is amazing popcorn." He said as he lifted another piece to his mouth, "And," Kurt squinted at the TV and cocked his head to the side, "I'm not quite sure what I'm watching."
Mercedes turned her eyes to the television where men in blue coats with old school rifles on their arms were parading around.
"I think it's the history channel," Mercedes suggested, still watching the TV. Kurt shrugged.
"Whatever," he smiled, "I'm not here to watch TV," he said as he turned, giving Mercedes a wink.
"Oh fine," Mercedes laughed, and then continued with a sigh, "Let's get this planning over with." When Kurt didn't immediately jump up and start going over ideas, Mercedes looked over at him.
"I lied," Kurt said in quiet, coy little voice. He cast an almost embarrassed smile, "I actually have to help my dad out at the garage in ten minutes, but I wanted time to do this."
Throughout Kurt's little confession Mercedes was slowly starting to freak out; especially what with everything that went down today. Kurt lifted the popcorn bowl off his stomach and placed it on the table before standing up and grabbing Mercedes' hand, pulling her up too.
"Mercedes Jones," Kurt started, a light blush coloring his pale cheeks, "Will you do me the honour…" he reached around to pull a little black box out from his jacket pocket as he sunk to one knee. Mercedes was sure her eyebrows were disappearing into her hair line. "… Of accepting my gift to you, even though it is early?"
Kurt opened the lid and revealed a large heart-shaped bronze locket with blue diamonds embedded in the metal. The locket was stunning, Mercedes was actually blushing.
"You nerd," Mercedes giggled. Kurt laughed and ducked his head before looking back up, his blue eyes sparkling like the diamonds on the necklace. Mercedes couldn't help but do a mock curtsy.
"I will," she said with a fake British accent. Kurt rolled his eyes but stood up anyways, gently taking the locket out of the velvet casing and handing it to Mercedes.
Eagerly, Mercedes dug her nail between the creases and popped the heart open, immediately searching for whatever little pictures Kurt decided to put in. Mercedes frowned; there were none. Instead, engraved on the left side was a little message.
Für immer
"Fer… Immer?" Mercedes asked, trying to understand the little gold words. Kurt laughed at her attempt.
"My great grandparents on my mom's side were German," He explained, nodding at the locket.
Mercedes stopped, pulling her wide eyes away from the locket to look at Kurt, "You mean this belonged to your great grandparents? So then I'm going to assume it went to your grandparents… on your mom's side, which means-"
"Here's the card," Kurt cut her off by handing her a stiff, white envelope with her name neatly scrawled in the middle. "And you can't open that till your actual birthday. I'm serious, I mean right down to your birth time." He fixed her with a teasing, icy glare, proving that he wasn't kidding. Mercedes could've protested, but she decided against it.
"Fine, I guess I can wait." She sighed, taking a leaf out of Kurt's book and overdoing it. Despite all the teasing, that uneasy feeling was starting to grow again. The early birthday present, the letter she couldn't open till tomorrow- needless to say, Mercedes was worried.
"Kurt?" Mercedes called, instantly gaining his attention, "Why are you giving me this now, and telling me I can't open the letter till later?"
Confusion flickered across Kurt's face as he studied Mercedes. Then so fast it was like turning the page in a picture book, understanding dawned on his features.
"You think I'm going to go put a bullet in my head, don't you?" He asked, crossing his arms. Mercedes flinched; she braced herself for the verbal attack that was about to proceed. "You know, contrary to popular belief, I'm happy." Kurt's voice was not unkind or even icy, "I have great friends, I have an amazing dad, and I get good grades. Not to mention I'm going to be famous one day." He leaned forward, a mocking smile on his lips, "Now why on earth would I take my talent away from the people of America?"
Mercedes looked down, smiling at her ridiculousness and trying to squash the apparently unnecessary concern in her body. Even if Kurt was going to kill himself, which he was making very clear that he wasn't, it sure as hell wouldn't be on Mercedes' birthday.
Mercedes was almost shocked when arms wound themselves around her shoulders, "Stop being so paranoid," Kurt said quietly in her ear. He pulled away and stared right into Mercedes' eyes, "I'm not going anywhere."
Smiling a timid, slightly embarrassed smile, Mercedes returned the hug, wrapping her arms tightly around Kurt's middle. He laughed, "Yes, um, I'm going to keep my promise, but I actually have to go…"
Mercedes laughed and tightened her embrace before letting go.
"Thank you." Mercedes said, looking down at the locket again. It really was beautiful; Mercedes couldn't wait to wear it.
Kurt smiled one of his pure, loving smiles that Mercedes loved so much, "You're welcome." He returned. He walked to the door, slid his feet into his shoes and grabbed his bag. With one hand on the door knob, Kurt turned, smiling warmly at Mercedes before he was gone.
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