Title: Nightfall's Melody
Rating: T
Warning: M/M slash.
Chapter: (9) Suspicions
Disclaimer: I own neither Glee nor Twilight.
Spoiler: Chapter 9 of Twilight,
Author: WWSE
Thoughts
"Singing"
Phone
Email or Text
"Talking"
Edward opened the car door for Kurt, Kurt sighing. He knew why Edward wished to do this for him - knew Edward was raised a gentleman, and a little bit old fashioned, or it his theory proved correct a lot old fashioned.
As Edward slipped into the vehicle Kurt turned to him, "You never really answered my question from before."
"Oh," Edward raised an eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking spot.
"You never explained the mind reading thing, you confirmed it, but an explanation wasn't given. How does it work? Can you read anyone's mind, from anywhere? Does the rest of you family have that particular gift?" Kurt rambled off.
Edward's hands tightened on the steering wheel, eyes straight ahead. "It's just me, and I can't hear anyone, anywhere. I can only hear the people in my range which isn't even as large as Forks. Though the more familiar their inner voice, the farther I can hear them. My family for instance I can hear for miles off and the distance I think shall only get vaster for them." He looked away from the road for a moment to see Kurt's head bent, looking at his hands as they clutched at the jacket. He could tell he had Kurt's full attention. "Most of the time I tune the voices out," he gave a short laugh, "It is easier to seem normal when I do not accidently answer unspoken questions."
Kurt scowled; he hated it when someone was to be made a freak. He hated that someone as special as Edward is made to feel such a horrible thing. Freak – he hated that word, just as much as he strived to be as such, to set himself apart, whether intentional or not. He needed to off-set his train of thought.
He turned to the creature next to him, "Can you hear my thoughts?"
Edward's eyes suddenly had a glimpse of something Kurt could not name, "That is a difficult question to answer." Edward paused. "I can hear – something from you. It's strange; I can hear other people sing in their heads, I can guess the melody to go along with it, but never the tune itself. You though, I hear no words." Edward looked over to Kurt again, and seemed to be indecisive. "From you I hear the melody; I hear only a piano's notes. From you I hear only the tune of your thoughts, never the words you may sing with it."
Kurt made a sound in the back of his throat, like he was choking. "I'm even set apart in my thoughts," he mused.
"When I try and concentrate on your thoughts, it's like I am pulled in, mesmerized, and like everything around me dulls. I only here you in those moments, only you," the last part was whispered as if he didn't want Kurt to hear him.
Kurt smiled, "Though I have narrowed down which note represents myself, and more often than not its sounds harsh, like you are angry with me." Kurt blushed.
That's when Kurt looked out the window to hide the easy pink stain, and he noticed the trees blurring by faster than they should have been. He whips his head around to catch site of just how fast Edward was going – 100 mph.
Edward heard the angry notes before Kurt spoke aloud. "Edward Cullen if you do not slow down this instant. . . I don't know what I shall do but you shan't like the repercussions," Kurt ground out, eyes wide.
Edward looked over startled, his speed slipping for only a second. "I am not going to crash Kurt, I always drive this fast."
Kurt glared at him, "I know you may be made of steel and a creature of the night but I am not." Kurt picked up his bag, slipping his hand into the front pocket, "I am particularly breakable, even if I heal faster than normally capable." He slipped his headphones into his ears, "So until you are at an appropriate speed, and stay at an appropriate speed you shall be ignored." Kurt pressed play.
He closed his eyes, listening to the tune. Smiling he began to sing.
"How you choose to express yourself, it's all your own and I can tell." He tried to drown out the sensation of moving too fast, noticing that Edward hadn't slowed down yet. "It comes naturally, it comes naturally."
Edward was still holing tight to the steering wheel, knuckles holding hard while trying to hold back, Kurt's comment before he began to sing to his iPod ringing in his ears – made of steel and a creature of the night . . . made of steel and a creature of the night . . . made of steel and a creature of the night . . .
"You follow what you feel inside. It's intuitive, you don't have to try. It comes naturally, it comes naturally." Kurt sang his voice in tune with Selena's, concentrating on it. "And it takes my breath away, what you do so naturally."
The pounding in Edward's ears began to fade as he finally noticed a voice sounding in his car. It's Kurt, he's singing. Edward thought.
"You are the thunder and I am the lightning. And I love the way you know who you are, and to me it's exciting, when you know it's meant to be." Kurt began to sing louder. "Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally. When you're with me, baby, everything comes naturally, it comes naturally. Bay-bay-baby."
Edward's full attention was now on Kurt, unconsciously he began to slow.
"You have a way of moving me, a force of nature, your energy. It comes naturally, it comes naturally, yeah." Kurt breathed in, letting the music fill him. "And it takes my breath away, what you do, so naturally. You are the thunder and I am the lightning. And I love the way you know who you are, and to me it's exciting, when you know it's meant to be."
Edward noticed his car finally slowing, but also noticed that he had no real control of it. That he was subtly being made to slow his car. Does Kurt know about this?
"Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally. When you're with me, baby, everything comes naturally, it comes naturally. Bay-bay-baby." Kurt smiled, eyes still closed. "When we collide, sparks fly, when you look in my eyes, it takes my breath away." Kurt snapped his eyes open, sliding them smoothly over to Edward, seeing that he had his eyes firmly on Kurt. "You are the thunder and I am the lightning. And I love the way you know who you are, and to me it's exciting, when you know it's meant to be." Edward turned back to the road. "Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally. When you're with me, baby, everything comes naturally, it comes naturally. Bay-bay-baby."
Kurt's voice began to wind down as the end of the song neared. "Naturally, naturally, naturally, bay-bay-baby. Naturally, naturally, naturally, everything, baby, comes naturally. Naturally, naturally, everything, baby, comes naturally."
Kurt looked over at the dash, noticing Edward was down to only twenty above the speed limit. He could deal with that. "Thank you for slowing down," Kurt said as he placed his iPod away with his head phones.
Edward just nodded. He isn't aware. They sat in silence for a few moments until Edward glanced over to see Kurt staring at him. "You had said something earlier – made of steel and a creature of the night." Edward trailed off, expecting something, any type of answer.
"Yes, I had come to a conclusion, on several things really." Kurt supplied.
Edward waited for him to continue. After a moment he asked, "What is this conclusion?"
"You won't be happy with me," Kurt said. "I have the feeling that you would; I rather, leave this whole issue. Put it to rest so to speak . . ." He drew out the explanation, "But you see I can't, I couldn't. Not after the beach." Kurt could tell that he had confused Edward, as his usually stoic face was scrunched together slightly. "I met an old family friend, Jacob Black, and his father is one of the tribe's elders. He told me a story."
If it were possible for Edward to pale a shade lighter, then he would have.
Kurt continued, "He told me that his tribe were in old stories, wolves, and that they had an enemy, the cold ones – vampires – that though most vampires were evil, there was one clan that wasn't. That they didn't eat people, that his tribe had made a treaty."
"And you automatically thought of myself?" Asked Edward.
"Not entirely, he – Jacob – mentioned your family." Kurt sat straight glancing ahead, waiting for the killing blow, as he had delivered the worst news anyone in hiding would wish to hear, that they had been found out. "I then did research, most did not fit criteria of the information I had gained on you or your family. It still seemed to fit though, it all fit. Then – then I . . ." He wouldn't go any farther on his thoughts, he wouldn't be the first to lay himself on the line.
"You, what?" Edward demanded voice sharp.
He couldn't, wouldn't tell. "Am I right?"
"You, what?" Edward persisted.
Kurt gasped, "I am right."
"Does it matter?" Edward's voice was hard once more.
"No," Kurt answered before even realizing he had.
"No," Edward's voice dropped to a whisper, voice ice.
"I . . ." Kurt began and stopped.
"It doesn't matter to you that I am a monster, a creature, not human?" Edward's voice was still low, harsh.
"No," Kurt's voice had also dropped to a whisper. "What about sunlight?"
"Myth."
"Coffins?" Kurt asked.
"Myth."
"Really?"
"Yes," Edward turned his head, to observe Kurt as he stared out the window. "Though I can't sleep," he said to gauge Kurt's reaction.
"Ever," Kurt turned back to Edward.
"Never," Edward supplied.
"What do you do at night time then?"
"Read, play my music, watch things." Edward hoped Kurt wouldn't dig deeper.
Kurt didn't pry any harder, already having a feeling that he knew exactly what Edward watched, and wasn't ready to face that yet; because if what he thought were true, Edward was going to be a dead vampire-on-a-stick. Kurt had to think on this, and the implications, before confrontation.
"How old are you?" Kurt asked.
"I am seventeen," Edward answered evenly. He had been steadily getting back up to his previous speed hopping Kurt wouldn't notice.
Kurt decided that his answer wasn't nearly as sufficient as he wished, "And exactly how long is that?"
"A while," Edward answered.
Still not a sufficient answer, "Edward," Kurt warned.
Edward took a moment, "I have been seventeen for roughly around one hundred plus years."
"Edward," Kurt warned again, his voice softer, deadly. "If, and I do say if lightly, I am to have any type of relationship with you, I need to know exactly how much of a cradle robber you are."
"One hundred and seven," Edward had turned to the glasz-eyed boy beside him. "If . . . Relationship?"
Kurt turned away from him, embarrassed, "Oh please, Gaga knows where this is heading. We have been dancing around this for some time."
Edward sat for a moment, "You would go steady with me?" He whispered, "Even though I am a monster."
Kurt let out a short laugh, "Edward you are as much a monster as I am. You may think that you know what a true monster is, and you may know, at least when concerned with creatures, but I know best when it comes to human. After all I am usually on the receiving end." Kurt thought back to his little scuffle with the men earlier.
"I am a monster," Edward's voice was steel. "And you didn't answer my previous question."
"No, you are a creature, a creature of the night, if what you say is true," Kurt answered. After a long moment he spoke, "And yes, I would – date you – that is. It's far too late, far, far too late for me to consider differently."
"Too late," Edward's voice, if possible, was harder than before.
"Yes," Kurt whispered.
Edward let out a quiet snarl; he didn't like this insane human's answer. He didn't want to hurt Kurt . . . ever.
Kurt was frozen in the seat next to him, not noticing the snarl, and inner turmoil Edward was going through. Did I just say that? I did, oh Gucci and Gaga. He can't know about those feelings, he can't have that kind of privy to me. I can't get shut down once more.
It was Edward who had exited his mental ramblings first, noticing a pick-up in Kurt's heart, listening he heard the panicked sounds streaming from Kurt's thoughts. Without thinking he swiftly took Kurt's hand that was placed on the edge of his seat. Kurt instantly relaxed before realizing exactly what had just happened and stiffened, though not removing his hand from the hard, cold hand surrounding him.
Edward's hand felt like it scorched his own, a freezer burn of a different kind. Edward started to pull away once Kurt's heart beat slowed, and found that Kurt was holding steadily, trying to keep his hand in place. Edward can't help but chuckle.
Kurt turns his head away, knowing that his face looked like a cherry. He tucked his nose to his shoulder and that's when he smelt it. Honey and mint and morning dew, he breathed deeply realizing it was Edward's coat. A coat that Edward would never see again, or at least not on his own person, he would have to rip it from Kurt's cold dead hands. Kurt sighed.
"May I ask you another question?" Edward asked politely.
Kurt eyed him, "Yes," he said softly.
"What were you thinking when they attacked you earlier?"
Kurt sucked in a breath, "Truthfully?" Edward nodded. "I was going to take one down with me. I wasn't sure how, but it was going to happen."
Edward scowled, "Why weren't screaming?"
"In my experience," Kurt paused, Edward waited, "It has always been a wasted effort."
"What?" Edward seemed to have mood swing worse than even him, going from content to angry beyond reason, from zero to sixty.
"I am not going to talk about it, it's personal, it's the past," Kurt was whispering in the end.
Edward softened, "One day?"
Kurt turned to him, surveying him, "Maybe one day, he conceded." He looked up see that he was home. "Oh, we're here already." It had taken far less time than it should have. "I am driving next time; you're a danger to drivers."
Edward gave a short laugh, not quite over their conversation.
"Will you be at school tomorrow?" Kurt asked.
"Yes," Edward said, "I get anxious when I am not around you." He whispered, thinking Kurt couldn't hear him. It cemented Kurt's suspicions though. Kurt turned to open the door, sliding out of the car and closing it. He paused, standing then making up his mind he bent down and blew Edward a kiss, "See you later, Edward." He loaded the statement, hoping Edward caught on that he knew exactly what it is that Edward did at night.
Edward was left to watch the little fairy sway his hip all the way up to the door letting himself in.
Kurt opened the door quietly, "Charlie?"
"Kurt, that you?" Charlie called from the living room.
"Yeah it's me, I'm really tired, I think I am going on up to bed." Kurt shouted.
"Did you have fun tonight?" Charlie called.
"Loads, I will tell you about it later. Goodnight."
"Night," Kurt then heard a muffled curse as Charlie's attention went back to his game.
Kurt headed upstairs, only stopping in his room to grab his toiletries and the skimpiest sleepwear he could find. He was going to drive Edward nuts.
After his shower, and facial he turned to the clothes he had brought into the bathroom, now wishing that he had decided different in what he was going to wear to bed. Huffing he picked up the pair of shorts that weren't decent to even wear around the house anymore, as they were to small and too short. After putting them on he picked up the slightly loose tank top, the collar falling to low to be decent, and road up with any little movement. He wrapped his robe around himself and settled his nerves. He could do this.
Walking steadily to his room he turned off his light on the way to his bed, the light from the moon streaming into his room, not knowing that it made his skin glow in an ethereal way. He stopped at the foot of his bed and slid his robe down his shoulders, letting it drop on the floor. Slowly he crawled into bed, pulling the covers over his lithe frame, glad that his show was over. He drifted into oblivion.
~~~Nightfall's Melody~~~
Songs:
"Naturally" by Selena Gomez & The Scene
Authors Note: I had fun writing this chapter, but it was an agonizing process, as I am trying to let Kurt's and Edward's relationship morph at a good speed. I am trying to let Kurt open up and not realize why and how it's happening. I am trying to get Kurt back to how he is in the show, as in this story he had been changing, as I felt he would after Burt's death, but that isn't a good direction for him. He is too caring; to wonderful to be a complete bitch all the time, because that should only be a mask. SO here is to him coming back into his element and then hopefully morphing in a different direction as a person.
I hope you all love it; it was so nice to hear from you all in reviews, that's what shall keep me going. That and my inner Kurt nagging me, constantly, 24/7, about it.
That's it.
WWSE