Aww he didn't sleep with him, yay!
But those messages building up on his phone...
Kurt threw his phone across the hotel room and it hit a dark red cushioned chair, bouncing onto the floor. The screen flashed up upon impact and he glanced at it. A deep shuddering sigh shook his body, it was twenty past three in the morning.
He tucked himself back into bed, beneath the cream, gold embroidered covers, and hit his head against the headboard. It was two and a half days and 178 failed calls after his Dad had come out of his first surgery, Burt was still under deep sedation to stop the pain of the most recent surgery coming through. Although they doubted he'd wake up when they took him off the medication anyway.
Carole had sent him back to the hotel, seeing how tired he'd looked and Mercedes had come back with him, to make sure he would be all right. He'd pretended to fall asleep, to avoid having to talk about it and he'd heard her praying and although he knew it wouldn't help, he also knew it would make her feel better and he couldn't deny anyone that. She now slept in the bed next to his.
Kurt stared up at the ceiling, tracing the circular swirling patterns with his eyes, but not really seeing it. Blaine must be really angry with him. Kurt had sent him messages and the only thought he had was that Blaine must have not read them, he was that annoid.
Surely, if he knew, he wouldn't ignore Kurt like this? Surely Blaine still cared about him, despite what happened with Karofsky? Kurt's thoughts began to spiral, like the wallpaper he was staring so intently at.
Just as he entered into a pit of despair he was sure he'd never climb out of, his phone began to vibrate. Kurt launched himself off his bed, ending up sprawled on the floor, a lot closer to the phone than he was previously. He jabbed the button which said "receive call" and shoved it to his ear.
"Blaine?" he breathed, out of breath from his scrambling leap. There was an awkward silence at the other end before a voice spoke.
"You should really check who's calling before you answer your phone," it said and Kurt's heart froze. That voice didn't belong to Blaine, but by God did he know who it did belong to.
Kurt lay there, immobile for a minute, not sure whether to put the phone down or let him talk. After what had happened between them he wasn't sure now was the right time for them to be talking, it might just make everything worse.
"Dave?" he whispered.
The boy at the end of the phone sighed in answer. "We haven't talked since and I'm sorry, what with Blaine. I figured it must have messed you up real bad. I should have called sooner, it was selfish of me I mean..." Kurt cut him off, smiling a little at the good intentions behind the call/
"Dave, my Dad's in hospital, he had a heart attack, now's not the time."
Karofsky's breath caught on the other side of phone, evidently horrified by his accidental insensitivity. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea! Are you okay...sorry, of course your not. Stupid question." Kurt let him ramble on, laughing hollowly, when he ran out of steam. "...Is that why you thought it was Blaine?"
The blood drained from Kurt's face, and his laugh caught in his throat. "What?" he choked, he didn't need Karofsky pushing into his business, not when he was already so wound up in it. Kurt still wasn't crystal clear on how he felt about him, this could just confuse things even more.
"Well...you were obviously waiting on a call from him and, you kinda sounded a bit desperate, so I'm guessing he hasn't called you since we..." he coughed. "Erm...you know." Kurt couldn't speak. Dave had it down to a T, from as little as one word. "How many times have you called him?"
"178 times," he responded without thinking, he regretted it immediately. Why was he telling Dave this, he was just asking for trouble, although, he looked back at his situation, there wasn't much more trouble to be had.
"Jesus Christ, what an idiot, I can't believe him! I mean if someone called me that many times I'd know something was up, I wouldn't ignore them. No matter how pissed I was..Do you need to talk about it?" Kurt smiled, as worried as he was about his relationship with Dave, having someone who cared made him feel so much better.
"You know, that's exactly what I need." Kurt could almost hear Dave's smile down the phone. "God, where do I start?"
"I dunno...you could sing about it?" he suggested, making Kurt's eyes widen in surprise, Dave had come so far from the bully who'd tormented him just over a year ago.
"I can't think of anything..." his mind was blank, which was strange for him, because Kurt had a song for everything. He racked his brain some more, but still it came up blank.
"Well there was this song on the radio the other day, it was sung by a girl, but I know some of the words." Kurt smiled, in disbelief.
"You want to sing? Wait...you can sing?" Karofsky laughed, before starting to sing, Kurt recognised the song immediately. The other boy's voice was gravelly, a sharp contrast to original of the song, it was nice.
You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in
Karofsky really wasn't bad, Kurt thought smiling. He remembered singing this for Quinn two years ago, she'd cried through the whole number just as he was now. Tears were storming down his face, as he joined in for the chorus.
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
He laughed, as the tears kept falling down his cheeks, his voice was a little croaky and he kept it quiet so as not to wake Mercedes. Karofsky's breath caught at the other end and Kurt knew he was crying.
Hear me when I say, when I say I believe
Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kurt thought of his father, now and before. He'd always been on at Burt about his diet and exercise routines, but truly he'd never thought that this would happen again, nothing had prepared him for this. Nothing could have prepared him for this.
Keep holding on
Keep holding on
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
They ended the song and sat there, smiling sadly, tears soaking both of their faces. Yes, the situation was horrible and yes, he had no idea how he was going to get through it. But at least he wasn't going to go through it alone, he would keep holding on, no matter what life threw at him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters.
Can you do disclaimers at the end? I don't know, but I am. so hah.
I've got my GCSEs starting next week, so don't freak if I don't upload for a while, I haven't abandoned this or my Klaine fic.
Next time on Be Mine: (I had to...it rhymes)
Karofsky isn't happy with Blaine's behaviour and decides to try and fix the situation himself...
-S.