Title: Nightfall's Melody
Rating: T
Warning: M/M slash
Chapter: (5) Hemoglobin and Freak Outs.
Disclaimer: I own neither Glee nor Twilight.
Spoiler: Chapter 5 Twilight, Glee Episode 02X06
Author: WWSE
Amaia-Sinblood was the winner of the Challenge given to help me with a scene in this chapter. The specs of the character they had made for me to put in the story are at the end of the chapter.
Thoughts
"Singing"
Phone
Email or Text
"Talking"
Kurt lingered at the classroom door for a moment. His breath had stilled and his brain was having a hard time functioning. What was it about Edward Cullen that made his whole world come to a shuddering stop before spinning completely off its axle. Kurt breathed deeply and walked into the classroom. His day had certainly started off with an intention to make sure he had the worst of luck.
It wasn't till choir that Kurt actually realized just how hard he hit the nail on the head.
"What do you mean mandatory?" Kurt yelled red in the face.
"Just as I said Mr. Hummel," Ms. Ira stated. "The principal heard that you were in a show choir and that you had performed several times in past. He YouTubed your group, New Directions and instantly loved it, so asked me to make it mandatory for you to sing." Kurt's jaw dropped slightly at her, "We discussed it further and decided to hold auditions for the other members that shall be singing at the dance. You, as well as myself shall be the judges, along with another student of your choice that isn't in choir. As the choir students are also being made to perform either a solo or in the chorus of at least one song, though they have to audition for a solo. Just think you will be in charge of the music at the dance, meaning a dj, musicians, and performers."
"Wait a moment-" Kurt tried to interrupt unsuccessfully.
"Students not in choir shall also have the opportunity; the signup sheet will be posted all over school. You have till Monday to choose your second judge." Ms. Ira's grin was taking over her face fast; she glowed with pride in her and the principal's idea. Kurt knew this was going to be a disaster.
"You can not be serious. When will auditions be held?" Kurt asked set on edge, face tomato red.
"Yes, I am completely 100 percent serious, the auditions being held on Tuesday so that we shall have plenty of time to rehearse." Kurt's day was not looking up. "Now go sit, remember you have till Monday to tell me who your second judge is to be."
Kurt gave an Icy glare before turning on his heel promptly and heading for the door.
"Kurt, where are you going?" Ms. Ira called after him.
Turning back he spoke, eyes shadowed over. "I have a set list to make and very little time to consider it; I need to know the songs so I know what kind of singers to choose during the audition. So, if you don't mind, I have work to do." He was out the door in mere seconds heading to the library.
After signing in with the librarian, he sat looked around the quiet room noticing only four tables, all of which had three people at except one. The one table only had the one girl. Pretty, average height, blonde. He headed in her direction.
She looked up as he approached. "Yes?" was her polite question.
"I was wondering if you wouldn't mind terribly if I sat here." Kurt asked.
"No." She glanced back at her book before closing it.
"I'm Kurt by the way, the new music director for the school dance." Kurt gave in way of introduction.
"I'm Heather and my mother was going to have my hide if I didn't join some school activity and gave me no choice in my options, so here I am on the dance committee." She gave back, indicating the rest of the committee at the other tables.
Kurt gave her an appraising look. "Do you, by chance, have any interest in music?"
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I need another judge and coordinator, you would still be doing it for the dance." Kurt supplied.
Heather thought it over, "Why not."
Kurt smiled in relief; he just might have fun with this after all. "Let's do this then. I have to make a set list so I know what instruments, and vocalists to look for. We will also need a Dj."
Heather smiled back, "I know someone that can dj. . ."
~~~Nightfall's Melody~~~
Kurt went through the rest of his classes before lunch with a split mind of dance music and Edward Cullen. He was narrowing down his choices and trying to decide the ratio of slow dances to fast, while thinking of Edward's new peculiar behavior as of late, and how he should tell him that he is unable to skip out on the dance.
Kurt walked into the cafeteria swinging his head around to the Cullen's table only to see that Edward was missing. "Hmm. . ." Kurt turned back to the lunch line. Pulling off his gloves he picked out a bottle of water and a salad no croutons.
Looking over his shoulder he asked Angela, "Where are we sitting today, our usual table is taken."
"Sit with us," Mike said walking by with Jessica at his heel.
Kurt and Angela shared a look before shrugging at the offer, Eric following closely behind.
As he began to sit Jessica spoke to him, "Edward Cullen is staring at you."
Looking up and in the direction Jessica was staring he saw Edward across the cafeteria from where he usually sits, at a table by himself - staring at him like he was a rare steak. "Oh Gaga and Gucci, he is, isn't he?"
Kurt looked at Edward, into his golden honey eyes as he motioned Kurt over, his gaze heavy.
"Does he really mean you?" Jessica asked.
"I don't know, are you going to go over there and ask him or shall I?" Kurt snipped back. Jessica huffed as Kurt picked his salad and water back up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Tata ladies, I am curious as to what princely over there wants to tell me."
"Oy!" Eric called offended.
"I stand by my last statement." Kurt called over his leather clad shoulder.
Approaching, Kurt made sure not to lower his gaze, standing tall as the whole cafeteria quieted.
"You do know you caused the whole school to go into shock of the stroke variety?" asked Kurt.
Edward just smirked.
"So you're not suddenly ignoring me again, when can I expect the next bipolar episode?" Kurt sat down across from him.
"I have decided staying away from you is far too hard for my self-control." Edward said.
"Oh well," Kurt said flustered, not expecting that answer, or really any answer. For a while there it looked like he was going to be doing all the talking. He glanced down at his hands in his lap and asked in a whisper, "Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything," Edward's voice velvety smooth.
"Next time you decide to ignore me, give me a warning." Kurt answered.
It was quiet for a moment, feeling the tension of this make or break moment before Edward gave a small, "Yes."
Kurt looked up into his eyes then trying to discern if he spoke the truth. He nodded after only seconds. "Good."
"Though I wish that you would be smart enough to stay away from me," Edward divulged.
Kurt focused on Edward's face, his own face going red, "Did you just call me stupid?" Kurt's eyes iced over, "Because Cullen if you just called me stupid, I will make you regret ever contemplating my intelligence in a negative manner, so much that your children's children will feel it." Kurt's voice had risen above the crowds as he went on.
Kurt then heard Edward's burly brother guffaw from across the room. Edward glared in that direction.
He turned back to Kurt, "I wasn't trying to insult you Kurt, I promise. I just wish you would realize how dangerous I am to you."
"I know that you're dangerous, but I also know you wouldn't intentionally harm me." Kurt answered, unsure in what he was actually saying and whether or not it was true; just knowing instinctively that he was correct.
"How do you know that?" Edward asked, "How are you not terrified of me."
"I know because of how you look at me, it's like I am the only one in the room, just like my father used to gaze at my mom when she wasn't looking." Right then it clicked. He knew that, that was exactly how it was. "And, I am terrified, terribly so. Not of you though, or whatever you may be, but of what you shall do to my heart. I have a feeling that you're going to shatter it before all this is over."
"I never wish to make you go through that, I could never. . ." Edward trailed off unsure.
Kurt shrugged it off, deciding to change subjects. "I won't be able to go to Seattle with you. My choir teacher and the principal made my attendance mandatory at the dance. I'm the music director for the dance."
"I heard, Alice told me you stormed out of class." Edward said. "That works in my advantage as well though, as I am not about to let you back out on our date."
"Date?" Kurt squeaked.
"Yes date."
"I-I, what?" Kurt's brain shut down again. He had never been on a date. He had never been kissed. He didn't know the first things about romance or relationships, and knew even less about sex. "That wasn't - was it?"
Edward sighed; he would have to do this the proper way. "Kurt would you like to go to the dance with me?"
Kurt still looked like a spooked animal, "I-I," he took a breath, "Yes, I. . . Yes."
"Then it's a date." Edward gave his most dazzling smile, Kurt instantly becoming brain dead. How did he do that?
"Stop that." Kurt retorted.
"Stop what exactly." Edward asked.
"Dazzling me," Kurt replied.
"I dazzle you?" Kurt could hear the smirk as he glanced down at his hands.
"Shut up," Kurt ground out, "You're not that special."
"But I dazzle you," Edward's voice almost cocky as he rose an eyebrow at Kurt.
Kurt crossed his arms, "So does - does this mean we're dating?" Kurt backtracked, "Or is this a onetime thing where after which you decide to up and ignore me again?"
"We can be dating." Edward answered cautiously.
Kurt smiled for the first time in a long time, a smile that reached his eyes.
Edward took a sharp breath whispering so low that Kurt couldn't hear, "And you think I dazzle you."
They shared a look, Kurt bubbling, Edward giving a soft smile.
If I don't have a boyfriend now, it looks like I shall very soon. Kurt thought.
Edward gazed down at Kurt, feeling the easy burn in the back of his throat. Right now though, that seemed an easy price to be able to be in Kurt's company. He then heard the note that represented himself play several times. His smile grew.
"You said earlier that you knew that I am dangerous, care to share any theories as to why." Edward asked smoothly.
"Not this again, seriously, do you have this thing with being a bad boy or something?" Kurt groaned.
"I'm completely serious, you know I am dangerous; or at least think you know how dangerous I am, tell me your theories." Edward urged.
"No, it's just silly."
"Just one theory, I promise no laughing," Edward conceded.
"Your ring gives you powers. I noticed your family is very similar to you, and you all have that symbol, either on a pendant or ring. So either the ring gives you powers, or you all are part of a cult with supernatural powers." Kurt supplied totally serious.
"You think we're a cult?" Edward's voice critical with a hint of laughter at the idea.
"You said you wouldn't laugh," Kurt voice ice at Edward's tone.
"I did I am sorry," Edward smirked not in the least apologetic. "But we aren't part of a cult and our rings don't give us powers."
"Fine," Kurt sat for a moment before continuing, "You didn't say no to you being supernatural."
Edward froze, and Kurt saw from the corner of his eye the rest of the Cullens becoming motionless as well. The singer smirked, finally he had Edward by the neck, he was the predator now, even though he knew that the actual possibility of Edward being supernatural slim as there was no such thing, right? Even through all the proof that been handed to him Kurt remained skeptical.
Kurt stood looking at his watch, "I see you in Bio, but I am meeting someone in the Library. Don't worry I won't tell anyone your secret Mr. Supernatural."
It took Edward only a moment, "I will not be attending Biology today."
Turning back to him Kurt asked, "Oh really, whatever for? By chance to avoid moi?"
"Not at all, just healthy to skip class every once in a while," Edward gave a strained smile.
~~~Nightfall's Melody~~~
Kurt walked to biology from the library after meeting up with Heather. She had great news for him, her boyfriend had agreed to dj for nothing. With a smile Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket signaling a voicemail. Putting the cell to his ear he began to listen:
"Kurt, I just wanted to see if you would like to do steak for dinner tonight. I'm all for the rabbit food, but sometimes a man needs a steak. Thought we could make a Friday night dinner tradition of it. So let me know and I'll even go to the store to pick it up." Charlie's voice rang out of his phone.
Kurt's arm dropped, Friday night dinner tradition, running through his head over and over. He walked into the classroom on auto-pilot, sitting down at his desk.
Friday night dinner. . .Tradition.
Dinner on Friday night without Dad.
Dinner tradition.
He vaguely heard people around him talking, Mr. Banner droning on about the lab, something about blood.
Kurt looked around, finding that it felt like he was underwater and there was a roaring in his ears. He put his head in his hands leaning down. He couldn't handle it, he just couldn't.
Dad! Dad, Dad, Dad. Oh god, I miss you so much.
"Kurt? Do you need to go to the nurse Kurt?" Kurt looked up as he heard the muffled question, he nodded.
Next thing he knew Angela and Zach were at his sides, hefting him up. He was guided out of the classroom but as they turned the corner he pulled away and sat on the ground, head going to between his legs, wrapping his arms around his folded knees.
"What is going on? Is there something wrong with Kurt?" asked a familiar voice.
"None of your business, where were you. You weren't in class," Zach said snidely, just as Angela spoke, "He was on his phone in the hall before class, he came into the room almost catatonic."
Kurt felt stone strong arms wrap around him, one behind his back one under his knees. Kurt heaved a dry sob, turning into Edward's shoulder wrapping his arms around his Edward's neck. Edward went rigid under him at the sudden movement, but slowly relaxed slightly as he whispered nonsense words into Kurt's ear.
"He – dinner – Friday night dinner." He sobbed, "My Dad, and I – we - tradition and I couldn't, selfish, I was so selfish and he died. He was disappointed and he died," Kurt was incoherent.
"Shh…" Edward had already been walking toward the main office to get Kurt excused, dismissing a furious Zach. He would take him home, keep him safe.
He carried Kurt into the office, "Miss Kurt is having a very bad day, something had triggered his anxiety. Can he be excused from the rest of classes, I can take him home."
She looked flustered at the situation and immediately signed the paperwork dismissing Kurt from class. "Take him home Mr. Cullen, I'll let the chief know. Will you be staying with him?"
Edward nodded, "Yes mam, at least until the Chief gets home."
Edward walked out of the office, Kurt still in his arms. Kurt finally began to calm, looking up he finally noticed whose arms he was in. He pushed against Edward's chest and found he was unmovable.
"Edward, put me down," Kurt said.
Edward stopped and looked down just noticing Kurt's return to the real world. "I'm taking you home."
"I can drive myself," Kurt protested.
"I told the school I would stay with you until your Uncle got home."
"No I can take care of myself," Kurt was adamant in his protest.
Edward shook his head and put Kurt down by the Volvo's passenger side door.
"What about my baby?" Kurt asked.
"Baby?"
"Yes my truck, my baby, I need to take her home."
Edward smiled, "Give me your keys," Kurt did so reluctantly. Edward turned toward the truck putting the keys into the bed, and walking back. "Alice will bring it to your house later, now get in."
Kurt pouted, arms crossed as he stood by the car, not making a move to get in.
"Kurt, I can just drag you back." Edward said as he saw Kurt look at his truck.
"I'm fine, really. Just one small mental break down, I've been prone to them lately," Kurt whined, his voice octaves higher than usual.
"Get in Kurt," he gestured toward the door, as he got in on the driver's side.
Kurt huffed as he got in, quiet as he looked out the window. Edward turned on the car and music streamed out of the speakers. "Clair de Lune, hmmm. . ."
"Yes," Edward smiled, pulling out of the lot.
There was silence as Kurt watched the trees blur past them, indicating Edward was going fast, faster than was safe.
"What were your parents like, your family?" Edward asked.
Kurt glanced over; none of his friends had ever asked that so bluntly. "My Dad, well he was the best man I have ever met, kind, caring, and insightful. He never cared as to what my sexuality was, knew I was gay even before I did, but let me come out in my own time. He taught me all he knew about cars; he was a mechanic and owned his own shop. I can take an engine apart in twenty minutes, and then put it back together in about the same time. He was amazing. The only thing of his that I have is his eyes."
Kurt looked out the window again, "My mother passed when I was eight, she jumped after the pain got too much from being sick. She didn't want me to have to watch her deteriorate. She was kind, almost to kind; she baked wonderful things and taught me how. She would have tea parties with me and taught me to play the piano. They say that memories fade after time, but I still remember her smile. I take after her; she is the woman version of me."
Kurt looked forward as Edward pulled into the driveway, "I was going to have a stepmom her name was Carol, and I found the ring after he died. She was wonderful, I loved her just as much, and I lost her and my new brother too because they never got the chance to be my family, he didn't ask her in time."
"My almost stepbrother's name is Finn, he was a goof with a good heart and an outrageous amount of sense of right, though he didn't always act on it. Sometimes he bends under peer pressure. He was in the Glee Club with me. They were my family."
"How old are you Kurt?" Edward asked.
"I am seventeen," Kurt smiled.
"You don't really act seventeen," Edward stated.
"I do and I don't, I have been handed a hell of a hard hand in life. When that happens you have to grow up. I was bullied for my whole school career, thrown in trash cans, slushies thrown in my face, hit and pushed into lockers. My age reflects my life, that's all." Kurt looked up at Edward noticing that he was actually much taller than himself by half a foot."
"Hey are you going to the beach this weekend?" asked Kurt.
Edward's interest peaked, "Which beach?"
"La Push I think," Kurt replied.
"I can't, Emmett and myself planned to go hiking at Goat Rock," he supplied.
"Oh, okay, well I guess I will see you next week." Kurt said as he saw Charlie pull up. He got out of the car, "Hey Charlie."
Edward pulled out of the drive, the small smile he had fading as he drove away.
Kurt walked into the house, grateful Charlie didn't press for information. He walked into his room, heading for his laptop. Turning it on he waited only moments for it to load. He opened the internet and clicked on his email. Puck had sent him something.
Hey Hummel,
I just want to say we had girls vs. boys sing off and us boys killed it, we channeled our inner Kurt that's for sure. It was awesome, you would have liked the assignment, halfway through Mr. Schue changed it to where the girls had to channel us boys and we had to channel the girls.
Just wanted to spread the awesome,
Puck.
Kurt logged off smiling, he would respond later.
~~~Nightfall's Melody~~~
The winner, to help me create a situation where Kurt has a panic attack, Amaia-Sinblood created a character, she was featured in the chapter above here is her profile:
Name: Heather
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6 (don't want her to be that short)
Weight: around 120s
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Personality: a bit cold when she sees fit, but also with a soft, nice side, observant, smart, hard-working and good at helping people.
So did I nail it?
Thank you to all my reviewers, you have kept me going.