Little author notes about so much.
Ownership Disclaimer: Glee and Glee words? No, not mine, but what's mine is mine. If you've seen the ep, you'll know what's what.
Trigger issue: This ep was about old people, but even Finn wasn't that old.
Rating and Warning: M rated, 16 plus. MxM and a little ummina ummina. I'll say it again: You can't have Klaine, without Kurt having Blaine.
~ S5 ep 19, Knit one, Pearl one ~
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The beginning ~
Kurt sits with the old lady at her activities table.
She's still got her nightie on, slippers and pink plastic rimmed glasses. Kurt looks like a typical grand-son, only, he isn't hers.
She's knitting a blanket with dark red wool. He's trying to do a jigsaw puzzle. "You know, I've always hated these things?"
"Well, they say it teaches you patience."
He looks up and watches her. Knit one, pearl one, knit two, pearl two, till she reaches the end of the row and then she turns it around. Pearl two, knit two, pearl one, knit one…
"I always hated knitting, but look how good I've got."
He puts the blue shape in and picks up a green piece.
"Did your daughter come after all?"
"No, she's probably very busy doing something wonderful for someone else. I, … I don't really mind."
"Yes you do, don't lie about it. It hurts and you should let her know."
Knit two, pearl two, drop one, knit one, …. She bites her lip, her hands tremble but she perseveres. Knit two, drop one, pearl three, knit one.
She looks at the birthday card he brought her. It has a solid black background, with assorted tiny white daisy flowers. They're hand drawn, on the ends of thin, wispy white stems. Some come from the side, some from above. In amongst there are two thin white lines representing butterflies. There's also a tiny blue pom pom, a Spirograph red flower, and a tinker-belle yellow flower.
The words in bold white print, bring tears to her eyes. 'No Matter how you feel, Get up, dress up, show up, and Never give up.' Behind these words, as if trying to hide, in green print, 'Lessons Learned In Life'.
She fiddles with the card, taps it on her chin, "You didn't really read this, when you bought it. Did you?"
Green piece place found, yellow piece place found, red and white piece place found. Many brown pieces places found, dark blue, white with blue hoops pieces places found. He stops, sighs and looks at the card, feeling defeated he refuses to look at her.
She snaps her fingers at him, "I'm up here, Pillsberry!"
"No, I didn't read the card. I just saw it was black and that it would go with the flowers. Why are you making such a big deal about this?"
"Because, the love is not just in the thought of the idea. The love, is in the ink splotches, in each letter, each fold or crease." She flips the card in the air, it lands behind him.
He turns to pick it up, and when he comes back she's already got up and walked a few steps toward the other side of the room.
He sighs, turns over the piece in his hand and puts it down. "I really, really hate these things."
He stands, pushes the chairs in, tidies up her knitting and follows her.
She was quick, by the time he's walked down the corridor and rounded the corner, she's just reached her room. "Wait, please wait?"
"I hate it here, but I'm here. I don't expect my daughter to visit me, because I don't want her seeing how miserable I am."
"I …"
"There's no way to sugar coat this Pillsberry. It's boring and lonely and sad here." She goes to shut her door on him, but he puts his hand against to stop her.
"Here's your knitting bag. Please don't be…"
"Leave me alone." She pulls the door and pushes it at him. The bag falls on the floor. Picking it up, as he stands he sees the supervisor approach.
"She hit the alarm button again. You'd better leave." The supervisor reminds Kurt of Noah. Broad shoulders, thinner mohawk, blue uniform, with the attitude to match.
"Here, give her these." He adjusts his clothing. "I'll come back next week. Thank you."
"You really shouldn't bother, this is all she and the others do." He walks with Kurt down the long corridor, through the dark blue carpeted foyer to the brilliant glass bricked wall that has the exit doors.
"Next week, I'm going to change that. I'm going to bring something that will make their lives more interesting."
"Ahuh, heard that before." And he claps Kurt on his shoulder as he pushes him out the doors.
~ star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight ~
"I'm sorry I can't be there for you Kurt, …."
Blaine is helping Kurt with collating the script he'd written and printed.
"It's alright Blaine, you're helping now and I'll record it for you." He reaches for the papers, Blaine snatches them away and pulls Kurt to him.
"Hey!" He stumbles and puts his hands upon Blaine's chest. "Not fair."
Blaine pulls him in for a hug and a Hollywood dip. After bringing him up, Blaine holds him still and kisses Kurt, real hard and passionately.
The waves of the beach crash loud in their ears. The warmth of radiated love bounce between them, the heat of blood rushing from their hearts through arteries, veins, capillaries and the electrifying zing through their nerve endings, leaves them both dizzy and needing horizontal comfort.
Yours, mine, ours, right, okay, ahuh, heck!
More?
More!
Seriously?
Yes! God, yes!
I love you!
I love you too!
~ you may be, my lucky starrrr, baby! ~
At the nursing home, as Kurt arrives, there's a lot of rushing around in the foyer.
There's always a lot of rushing around, so he doesn't think too much of it.
"I'm here to see ….. again." He fills in the necessary register, puts on his name badge, and the arm band that says he's not a resident.
The female attendant takes the clipboard off him. "Who are you here to see?" Her whiny pitch throws him, never having heard her before. She's normally filing her nails, head bopping to music in her earphones.
"I'm her to see …. She's expecting me."
"Well she checked out of her yesterday. So you've missed her."
"Oh, umm well, can I have her new address please?"
"No."
"No?"
She goes to close the window partition. He stops her, "Um why not?"
"Because she checked out of here. So there is no new address."
"I, I don't understand." He puts down the bags of costumes, the boom box, and leans against her window. "What do you mean? She knew I was coming …."
The young upstart is getting impatient with Kurt. "Look, her daughter will be here this afternoon for her things, if you'd like to stay till then. And the service will be two days from now, but you can't see her because she isn't here."
~ star light, star bright, new star last night ~
