Written in Carson's point of view.
"Carson, listen to me!" Kurt shouted, as there was no one home. I had been ignoring him all day, because yesterday he made out with Posh Warbler in our living room, on our couch! Seriously Kurt could have told me.
I was writing a newspaper for tomorrow laying on my and Kurt's shared bed. Kurt was perched on his chair on the other side of the room, looking at a photo of his dead bird. Huh, depressing much.
He was talking to me every few seconds to make me listen to him, but I would either flip him off or tell him to shut up halfway through his sentence. I can't deal with him talking about his new boyfriend. Not that I'm jealous, I'm just overprotective.
After half an hour he left abruptly after a text message from someone in glee club most likely. I heard the door shut and saw that Kurt left his phone on the side of his desk. I took my glasses off and stalked over to his desk. Kurt had the same phone as me, without a case. Kurt had brought me a case during our last birthday last year. Kurt's phone was black, with a small crack on the back that was from his last school year from Karofsky. He obviously hasn't told anyone about it, and I doubt that he would as our birthday is soon, meaning he might get a phone for his birthday present.
I picked up his phone curiously. Hopefully he didn't go to Gel-Hair's house I thought. I turned on the phone using the home button, and luckily Kurt hadn't set a password yet so I got the home screen with no problems. He had a background picture of me and him on our first day of high school. That so sweet I smiled. His phone didn't contain any games, however he did have Twitter and Facebook.
I looked around cautiously whilst making a note of where the phone was before I picked it up. I brought it back over to my bed carefully and plodded back down. I settled it down next to me and put my glasses on.
Looking through the phone I saw many contacts, where he last messaged Rachel. Ah that where he went. I wonder why he didn't go to Gel-Hair house. She let him over for tea, which means Kurt will be at our house to sleep. Rachel had been messaging him for hours, which he most likely ignored. It consisted of 'Watch Funny Girl with me' and 'I want to watch musicals' from Rachel. Ergh. How can Kurt be friends with her?
After a very awkward dinner, I retreated back to my room to carry on researching for homework on my computer. Kurt came in not long after.
"Hi Dad!" Kurt called out.
"Hey kiddo." Our father answered. Did he seriously not care that Kurt went out without Kurt asking?
Kurt ran upstairs and walked into our room. I looked up at him through my glasses and got back to work.
"Carsey, please I am so sorry about yesterday." Kurt pleaded.
"Piss off Kurt." I simply said.
"Please." Kurt repeated. I answered him with my middle finger and carried on.
It was 8pm according to my computer. Kurt was lying on our bedroom couch watching something on his phone with earphones. He was laughing at different points, and he wasn't releasing that I was watching him. His eyes are amazing! I need to get him a blue jumper for christmas.
Wait. What am I doing? I should be angry at him, not checking him out. He's my brother for god's sake. My brother who I am disgusted at. I unconsciously sent sent him a glare and got back to work.
Later that night our father reminded us that yes it was a school night, and yes we had to go to bed at a responsible time. I argued about us being old enough to decide when we go to sleep for a few minutes until I got bored. Our father left our room to probably carry the football games he seems to find every night without fail. I left our room to get changed in our bathroom and Kurt changed in our room. We slipped into bed without speaking at all. I turned away from Kurt and tried to ignore him. He get the hint and turned away from me. This was the first time we have ever slept without each other. We have never gotten into a fight quite like this.
It took hours for Kurt to fall asleep, when he did his breathing slowed down. Kurt always looked so vulnerable when he sleeps. His breathing hitched a few times whilst I tried to fall asleep.
I woke up later on during the night to go to the bathroom. I flipped over onto my stomach and felt nothing near me. Crap. Kurt has hopefully left to go to the bathroom, but I doubt it.
The last time Kurt slept walked was when our mother died years ago. I walked out our room and quietly walked downstairs to the kitchen. Kurt was huddled in the corner. His eyes were wide open and looking at something invisible. He was sobbing quietly into his knees.
"Please Carsey." Kurt said, moving to face the wall to the right side of him. It was as if the person he was looking at moved.
"I just want to talk to you." Kurt carried on.
I picked him up carefully by his shoulders and tried not to wake him up. He slouched against me and started to cry into my shoulder. I took pity for him. Kurt had a problem with nightmares, and our father has been such a heavy sleeper that I would have to find Kurt.
I brought him up the stairs and into our room softly and nudged him towards his side of the bed.
"Here you go Kurtsie." I said. Kurt fell back into the bed.
I walked around to my side and slid into the bed. I pulled Kurt close to me and wrapped my arms around him.
"I am sorry." I whispered in his ear. I should have spoken to him earlier. I heard his breathing slow down until it was clear that he was fast asleep. I hope he knows I forgive him.
Time change
"Carsey?" Kurt asked. We were lying in bed early in the morning. My arms were wrapped around him tightly. I was drifting awake when Kurt started speaking.
"Yeah Kurtsie?" I asked him.
"D-Do you forgive me?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah." I yawned. "You had one of your sleepwalking episodes last night."
"Did I wake you up?"
"No, no. You know can we just pretend this never happened?" I span Kurt around so he faced me.
"Okay. I just want to stay here." Kurt whined.
"No, school. And you have to leave early. So go." I said, pointing towards our bathroom.
"Ok, ok." Kurt said jumping out of bed.
I stretched out and peeled the duvet off of me. I walked over our wardrobe, where my clothes only filled quater. Kurt's however barely fitted on his side, and although I had insisted letting him use my side he says no every time. I putted a pair of skinny jeans and a light blue shirt on. Because of it being the start of January, I wore a fleece-lined hoodie. Kurt came out the bathroom dressed surprisingly a few minutes later. His hair was plastered to his forehead, making him look younger.
"Carsey, what time is it?" Kurt asked.
"Err, 6:00. Holy crap it's early." I moaned. I planted my head in frustration into my pillow.
"Oh good, I have enough time to do my moisturizing routine and make breakfast for me and you." Kurt said.
"Pancakes." I demanded.
"Only if you ask nicely." Kurt teased. Kurt turned his back against me and started on his routine.
I probably watched him for 15 minutes until I decided there must be something to do than watch my twin put product on his face. I turned on my computer and got to work on a new newspaper.
"Carson? Do you want breakfast?" Kurt asked me. He wafted a plate of pancakes under my nose as he spoke.
"Yeah, what?" I asked. I guess I was to involved in my computer and didn't realise that Kurt had already finished breakfast.
"Pancakes." Kurt said, putting the plate on my lap. "Eat it fast, we have to leave soon."
"I don't want to." I whined. I started eating the pancakes whilst turning off my computer.
"I know you don't, but it is better right?" Kurt asked me.
"Yeah, Karofsky has stopped harassing me. But the rest of the football team, not yet." I said, stuffing a whole pancake into my mouth.
"Oh, poor you." Kurt sympathized. "What have they done?"
"Well, the same as before." I said.
"Ok, well tell me if it gets worse, I am coming back soon so they should back off right?" Kurt said.
"Ok grandma." I said.
"I am serious, do tell me." Kurt said.
"Ok."
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