Notes: I got my voice back! Yay! Still sound like a guy and can't sing. Hurts like hell. But I can talk again! Sorry there was no update yesterday. I ended up kind of passing out after a little while. Pleasant dreams though! Which is weird cause I normally have messed up or scary dreams when I'm sick. This one, I dreamnt I was on a date with Max Adler! (For those who are like me most of the time and only memorize character names, not actor names. Max Adler plays Dave Karofsky)
Chapter 10
"What are you saying dad?" Kurt asked, he was sure he heard it wrong. Burt Hummel sighed, cracking open his beer. "I'm not going to the cemetery." Burt repeated. Kurt breathed in shakily, feeling tears stinging his eyes. "How can you say that? It's mom..." he said quietly. Burt shook his head. "Look son, I love your mom. And I always will. And I'll always miss her. But we're starting a new family. The dresser has already been emptied-" "What?" Kurt stared at him with wide eyes, then he ran past his father to his parents' bedroom. "Kurt!" Burt called, going after him. Kurt grabbed the drawers and yanked them open. They were full of clothes...but it wasn't his mom's. It was Carole's.
It felt like Burt had just attacked him. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't see from the tears rolling out of his eyes. "Kurt...it's been nine years. I'm marrying Carole. We can't have a shrine for your mo-" He stopped when Kurt turned to look at him. "How could you?" He demanded in a whisper. He pushed past his father. Burt grabbed his shoulder but Kurt just shrugged him off and went to the garage. He hopped into his SUV and sped off.
"So, it's been a week since you sang the song. You haven't had any luck since then?" Blaine's voice asked from Dave's speaker phone. Dave was busy lifting weights. "Not really. I mean, I tried what you said, with the whole 'he likes organic things'." Dave grunted as he lifted the weights. Blaine sighed on the phone. "Giving him a pineapple is NOT what I had in mind..." Blaine said. Dave rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault if you weren't specific." he muttered. Blaine sighed. "Alright, this is going to be officially the lowest point in my life but Kurt called me right before I called you. He needs help..." Dave dropped the weights, sitting up and grabbing his phone. "What?"
Kurt sat on his knees in front of the grave. His hand lightly traced the name written in stone there. Molly Hummel. Beloved Wife. Loving Mother. Such simple words that didn't do this amazing woman justice. But at the time they didn't have enough money for more. Kurt gave a sob. "I'm sorry mom." he whispered, hiccuping. "I don't know why...but Dad says he's not...he's forgetting you...and I can't...Mom..." He buried his face in his hands. "I'm sorry mom...I-I'm..."
Dave hopped out of his truck at the cemetery and looked around slowly. "Hummel...where are..." He stopped, seeing Kurt on his knees in front of a grave. And he felt it tug on his heart. Before he realized it he was walking towards him. Upon reaching him he silently dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulling him back against his chest. Kurt stiffened and jerked, trying to break free. "Kurt...it's okay..." Dave said quietly. Kurt stopped moving but he didn't relax. They sat there for a long while before Kurt started crying again. Dave sat back, pulling Kurt onto his lap and just holding him. Dave didn't know how long they sat like that. He just knew that aside from Kurt's heartbroken sobs that tugged on his emotions, that they were there for a long time. At least that's what his asleep butt said. Slowly Kurt stopped crying, he sniffled and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and pulled away. Dave let him this time. Kurt pushed himself to his feet and Dave followed suit.
"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, not looking at him. Dave gave him a small smile and a shrug. "I was passing by and I saw you." He looked down at the grave and then back at Kurt. Kurt placed his hand lovingly on the stone. "It's my mother. She was really sick. Cancer." Kurt closed his eyes and Dave took a step forward, lightly caressing Kurt's cheek. Kurt drew back quickly, his eyes turning fearful. Dave let his hand fall to his side. "I'm not going to do anything to you. Not in front of her..." he explained. Kurt looked at the headstone again and then gave him a thankful look. Dave took a small step towards him. "Look, you kind of look like you need someone to talk to...or shoulder to cry on. You kind of got this one all soggy." He motioned to his left shoulder. "But I have another one and can go on for another round." He smiled, and despite himself. "..Thank you." He said quietly and Dave smiled a bit brighter. "But I'm okay now." Kurt gave him a small nod and started away. Dave took a couple of steps towards him. "Kurt! Wait...Do you...do you wanna go get something to eat?" Kurt looked back at him. "Uh..." Dave raised his hands defensively. "It's not a date, I mean, you know, unless you want it to be one...but...If you want to talk a little bit..." "No, thank you though." Kurt said. And Dave's face fell. Kurt bit the inside of his lip. Dave was trying...and he HAD just help him...so... Kurt walked forward and wrapped his arms around Dave, hugging him. Dave froze, his eyes going wide. Kurt was...HUGGING him! Willingly! Dave quickly wrapped his arms around Kurt, and the soprano squeaked. He felt like he was getting enfolded in this giant. Disappearing in his arms. Dave breathed his scent in before he finally released him. Kurt staggered a bit, gave him a small smile, and then he left.
"It's kind of creepy how much he's been smiling..." Mike whispered to the group. Finn tilted his head. "I know what you mean...I don't think I've ever seen him this happy." he said. Artie leaned back and whispered, "I have, but that was only when he tried to give someone a swirly in the port-a-potty and their hair was dyed blue for a week..." He said. Dave was sitting in his chair, still grinning. It wasn't much of a step forward. But it still one. Kurt had hugged him! And each time he remembered holding Kurt in his arms he couldn't help but smile. But of course, it had to be ruined when Kurt started talking about his 'boyfriend', Blaine.
Truth be told, Dave kind of liked Blaine now. Now that he knew that Blaine had no interest in Kurt what-so-ever. He remembered their conversation when they had first started talking.
Dave looked Blaine up and down. "So...if you aren't really in love with Kurt...then why are you pretending to be his boyfriend?" he asked. Blaine smiled, looking through his collection of books in his room. "Aside from me wanting to help him gain confidence in himself and possibly helping him fall in love with you?" Dave smiled at the idea, and then frowned. "You don't find him attractive?" he asked. Blaine laughed. "I find him to be utterly adorable." Blaine said. Dave crossed his arms and Blaine chuckled. "You're wondering if I find him attractive like you do? No. You see when it comes in all relationships, there is a top and a bottom. Kurt and I are both bottoms." Dave blinked at him. "...What?" Blaine laughed again. "Basically, in straight talk, Kurt and I are both the girl in the relationship." at that Dave grinned.
"Oi. Oi!" Dave shook himself out of his thoughts to look at Mike, who was smacking his arm to get his attention. "Can you like...not kiss Kurt in front of Tina...ever again?" He asked. Dave blinked at him slowly. "...Huh? Why? You worrying about whether or not you'll start liking cock?" he asked. Mike shuddered. "No. I like women." He shook his head. "No, see ever since that kiss Tina keeps looking at me weird and asking me if I'm an 'uke' or a 'seme'. I'm not sure what those mean but I'm pretty sure than when I find out I'm not going to like it." He said. Tina seemed to have bat like hearing, for she looked at him on the other side of the room and called to him, "Mike! Uke! Uke!"