I'm back! So, I could go on forever on the epic story of a high school student who was bullied, had to leave school, had to take a three month hiatus from school, and is really not depressed now for the first time in years, but I'd rather get straight into the chapter. Damn, this was always fun, and I missed it! So, you know the drill. Review, alert, even read, and I'll love you! Enjoy!
"Meredith. It was Meredith wasn't, god, you know, I really hate her sometimes, she needs to learn to mind her own damn business." Will hated to raise his voice at her, a woman who already seemed to be falling apart at the seams, but this was getting ridiculous. He told her about Terri, his lunatic ex-wife, for crying out loud, somebody he would have been more than happy to keep entirely in the past.
"Well, Meredith was just doing what she thought was in your best-"
"When has Meredith ever done anything in anybody but her own interests? And thought? Do you actually believe she even thought about me for a second when I left Seattle Grace, that she didn't just move on?"
"Oh, please, you're placing the blame on her, but really, it's you who's keeping secrets-"
"Placing the blame?" Izzie shrieked this last word so loudly, nearly everybody in the cafeteria stopped eating, and looked directly at the pair. "Who the hell are you to boss me around? Hm? Teacher's college, single, stuck in a piece of crap town, freshly divorced, and did I hear something about a married woman with OCD?" This pause was pregnant with sextuplets. Not a single person at this point dared to make even the slightest motion, at risk of either having the anger directed at them, or their secret pleasure in watching the bloodbath.
"You. Are. A. Bitch." Will, with enough steaming anger to set off a volcano, flipped her tray calmly, spreading her chocolate pudding all over the front of her shirt. Turning away, he slowly walked for the exit, hoping she had enough sense to not stop him. He hoped wrong.
"You know what, jackass, I was raised in a trailer park, I battled cancer, let's see if you, your preppy little outfit here, and that dead rat you call hair can take me. Come on!" Izzie put her fists in the air, and Will's anger quickly evaporated. Could he honestly fight her? Knowing she had recovered from cancer? Not to mention the fact she was a woman! This, however, just angered Izzie even more. "Wow, OK, seriously, I'm done. With all of this, with all of you, with your stupid little club, and your stupid little choir, and frankly, the precious Dr. Grey can escort you and your singing elves to the land of being cured, because you clearly don't trust me enough to look after the patient." Small mutterings spread across the cafeteria, and without even giving a second glance, Izzie stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving Will standing there, realizing for the first time just how alone he was.
"You guys, you will never believe what I just- what in God's name?" Quinn was sure she entered the twilight zone. She must have. Kurt and Rachel? Smiling? This must be some sort of death match, or maybe they are both plotting against one and other.
"Hey, Quinn, great news, I just told Kurt that he is the lucky winner of my fresh, viable, and compatible kidney!" Or that.
"Uh, that's- wow, that's- great, uh... OK, Rachel, try not to take offense to this, but Kurt, do you really want Rachel Berry's kidney? I mean, come on, it's Rachel. RACHEL" She droned out every syllable with increasing urgency and disapproval. This was a terrible idea. He just stole her boyfriend! They have hated each other for years! Quinn was sure this was just a shameless tactic by Rachel to instill guilt in Kurt until the day he died. ! Or maybe her kidney was diseased!
"Quinn, I assure you, I want Rachel's kidney. Not just because it's the only one available, but because she wants to do it, and I really owe her. Plus, try saying no to Rachel." Rachel chimed in with a stage laugh, and Quinn noisily rolled her eyes at the pair. "What I'm saying is, don't leap to conclusions, like that this is a shameless tactic by Rachel, or that her kidney is diseased. I trust her. So should you." Quinn slowly breathed out her nose, then, like the bed was made out of prop-glass, she descended onto the mattress to lie with her friend and her Rachel. Just because things changed between Kurt and Rachel, didn't mean the resident McKinley bitch had to start giving Berry free passes.
"So, Quinn, what was it that had you rushing in here like you finally realized how wrong those shoes are for you?"
"Well, uh- wait, what! You told me these shoes are totally me?" Kurt shrugged, an arm around Rachel, who was eating some chocolate pudding, and Quinn groaned loudly. She'd nearly forgotten what exactly it was she came in for in the first place. "OK, well, I was at the cafeteria, and-"
Cristina hated the clinic. No. She didn't. Hate was too little a word to describe exactly how she felt about the clinic, and while she would be more than happy to depict her very vivid emotions regarding the clinic, at this exact moment, bile was practically rising at the thought of having to stitch up, diagnose, or dote over some disgusting strangers. Besides, if you're going to bother to go to the hospital, how about you get a real illness? Her dark thoughts continued to stir over her head as she ran a simple bloodtest for an elderly woman, when she heard the heartwarming sound of a patient coding.
"Oh my god, OK, everybody, move!" She took great pleasure in having an excuse to shove nearly every sorry patient in her way, almost hoping that might aggravate them enough to never come back. Or the fall to the floor might cause an injury actually worth treating. By the time she got to the hospital bed and pulled the curtain back, she realized the usual pack of nurses was no where to be found. "Hello! Somebody!" Cristina sat there, watching the middle aged woman grasping at her throat, in fits of tears. Her heartrate was significantly lower than it should have been. "Where's her chart, damn it?"
"I love the pictures. It reminds me of that time I put my pet gerbil in the microwave, and he turned into his alter-ego, Boney. Or, that's what my mom told me." Great. Cristina thrashed through the mess of cheap pastel curtains, to see Mercedes stroking Brittany's hair, as the dumb blonde stared, mesmerized, at the patient's chart and labs.
"That. Is. It!" Cristina snatched the chart right out of Brittany's hands, leaving the girl a little bit teary eyed.
"Oh, hell naw, nobody messes with my girl, Br-"
"You know what, Biggie, if you can't control your stupid little friend here, I'll make sure you get banned from this hospital faster than your chubby little legs could carry you. Nobody messes with her? Nobody messes with me." Cristina stormed out of the little booth, leaving Mercedes with an upset Brittany. Which meant she had to find someway to cheer her up, unless she wanted her to take out her anger on the nurses, by putting laxatives in their vitamin water. A plan Brittany and Santana had executed before.
"Britney, how about-"
"No, Mercedes, it's OK. I'm going to go see my boyfriend, maybe that'll cheer me up." Brittany's face remained completely blank, so Mercedes wasn't exactly sure what to say. Her boyfriend was probably a duck, or someone's pet dog, so she chose not to say anything, hoping she'd make sure not to get in trouble. Unlikely...
"Hey, cutie." If Kurt didn't know better, he would think he had too much Adavan for his own good, and now, the secret love of his life was just a halicunation. Like God, as if he was real, had decided karma had been a bitch to Kurt, and this was the least he could do for him. A cosmic little joke to let Kurt know that things were rough, but he wasn't insane. This entire time he DID deserve better. But he knew better, and he knew Finn Hudson was boyfriend.
"Hi. I'm- oh, sorry." Kurt's throat was almost completely dry. Doctors had been drawing blood and running tests left and right, and he was being restricted from having much at all to eat or drink. Luckily, this was his break from starvation, and it seemed Finn had something in bundled inside his calloused hands.
"S'OK. Look what I've got?" Finn's face was lighting up so considerably, he looked like the one receiving gifts. If Kurt was being honest, he had been shallow. He spent so long trying to believe he loved Finn inside and out, but he hardly even knew the guy on the inside, and the struggle to find him left him nothing but disappointed. Fight after fight, and uncomfortable glances just made Kurt dissatisfied. But somehow, Finn was showing Kurt the real him, and he was completely happy.
"MUFFINS? Finn, those will go straight to my ass!" Finn's face dulled a little bit, but his struggle to make his smirk invisible was in vain, as Kurt was beginning to blush at the thought Finn was learning to deal with his bitchy dieting. So... "Fine. Muffins." Finn's smile beamed out, and Kurt felt his heart melt. "But, one condition."
"Anything, my love." Kurt's heart skipped a huge beat. Love? But Finn's face didn't falter at all. Even though this was the first time Finn had ever said it. It was probably a slip. Or maybe he was just so certain, it wasn't a big deal. Based on his goofy expression, it probably didn't mean a thing.
"Feed it to me."
"Ahem." Kurt turned around abruptly to find Dr. Stevens waiting by the door, coffee in hand, looking sufficiently awkward. Kurt tried to stiffen up as much as possible, and create a cold exterior, but Finn hadn't yet been informed of anything, so any efforts to create an evenly defensive front were completely ployed. "Sorry for interupting anything. Uh, Kurt, do you mind if I-"
"Sorry, but, aren't you supposed to call a patient by their last name. You know, Mr. Hummel?" There was a very long pause, and one that Izzie seemed to be struggling not to fill with very choice words.
"Kurt, she's trying to be nice, come on, she's friends with Mr. Schue, who cares what she calls you. She cares, and she's doing a good job looking after-"
"That's actually what I came to talk to you about, because-"
"You had a fight with Mr. Schue, and you're ditching me. Got it. You can let yourself out, and tell the nurse to get me some lime Jell-O, the orange really isn't doing it for me, and they haven't sent anything in since my last round of tests." Izzie's cringed. For a second, she almost considered leaving, but she raised her head from it's place in the ground, and looked the boy in the eye.
"Kurt, I am not giving up on you."
"Right, well, Quinn's been hearing otherwise. In the cafeteria. Straight from your mouth-"
"Kurt, I didn't mean it. You're my patient. Mr. Schuester is your teacher, I would never just abondon you-"
"But you did." Finn was trying to support his boyfriend, but he really didn't understand what was going on. Weren't boyfriends supposed to be on the same page? Communicate? He didn't even know what the hell boyfriends did, in Lima, all you ever heard about boyfriends doing was going to hell, or getting hate crimes committed against them. Wasn't this supposed to be better than with Rachel, or Quinn? It just felt like more of being left in the dark. "Look, my dad completely gave up on me, so I don't need more people sticking around out of guilt."
"Kurt, listen to me. I am not giving up on you, ever. Kurt, you really-" Something clicked within Kurt, more than likely pain killers, and suddenly- singing.
"I don't wanna hurt you cause I don't think it's a virtue." Finn stopped being annoyed for an instant, and just looked plain surprised at his boyfriend's sudden musical outburst. "But you and I have come to our end. Believe me when I tell you that I never wanna see you again".
"Kurt, listen, I'm not giving up on you, I-"
"I've told you I don't want to be friends. Believe me when I tell you that I never wanna see you again. How on earth could I be any more obvious? It never-"
"Hey, kid, cram it, I can barely hear myself think out- Izzie." Alex. Kurt normally would continue to sing, louder and more obnoxiously, but the hot doctor exchanged the kind of looks with Izzie he definitely didn't want to interrupt. Izzie, however, looked like her brain shut down, and no level of stimulation could raise her from her desperate want to disappear at that moment. "What- what- what are you- what are you-"
"Hey, dude, I'm Finn, this is my boyfriend, Kurt, and Dr. Stevens is our doctor. She brought us out from Lima, Ohio to get him a surgery with doctor, doctor... oh, Shepard! Yeah, Shepard." Pause.
"You brought a retarded kid and his little boyfriend to Seattle? After months upon months of not even a sign that you were alive?" Izzie hissed into the ground, slowly walked towards Alex, wound her hand back, and gave him a painful slap.
"So... this is my prize. Hm? I worried sick about you, wanted to know you were alright, and this is my big reward? Looks like I was the one panicking, what were you doing? Being mad? And don't you dare call that poor boy anything but brave. He had the balls to do everything you didn't. He is standing up for Kurt. He is giving up the stupid crap about being a real man, something you were stuck on for most of our pathetic excuse of a relationship, because he actually loves Kurt. Do you know who you love? Yourself. So, once you grow the hell up, come and see me again, but until then, you are banned from this hospital room-"
"You're not staff here-"
"Let's see how long it will take for me to castrate you if you attempt to stay here." Pause.
"Right, as if-"
"Want to chance it?" Alex tried to stay looking angry, but his shell cracked. Even Finn could see how upset he looked. He slowly retreated from the room, avoiding eye contact with Izzie, who was shooting daggers right at Izzie. "Look, Kurt, I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone, if that's all you want, then you've got it-"
"That's not what I want. I want you as my doctor." Izzie's frustration melted away when she slowly looked up, and saw the boy's face was visibly brighter. "You stood up for Finn. Knowing what that meant to me. You care about us. I want you to help get my new kidney." Izzie smiled brightly at the boy.
"You've got it."
So, the song was "Never Gonna Happen" by Lily Allen! I hope you liked this chapter! It's funny, months ago, I had no clue what to do next, and now, I know exactly what to do, and there's going to be some laughs, and some drama, and some angst, but I hope you like it. One story revival at a time! Baby steps, people, and you're words are going to be fuel, so try and give feedback. Also, I realized this is a Glee fic, and there isn't enough damn singing, so, expect... FUTURE GLEE ASSIGNMENT AT SEATTLE GRACE? Maybe, readers, it's just crazy enough to work. I don't plan on leaving for a LONG time, but remember, it's like Britney post K-Fed. I won't post that often at first, I need to take my time. And my schedule is a bitch, I have a thousand clubs and band rehearsals and tutors. Have a super weekend!