AHHHHHHHH guys I'm so sorry it's been a while. It's been a crazy couple of weeks. But I promise I will try my hardest to get more chapters up sooner. Just to let you know in this story there are going to be many POV changes and I'm trying really hard to make them as smooth as possible and not confusing. I really hope I'm succeeding. If not please please please let me know! Thank you all and enjoy!
Oh and I totally forgot but I own nothing at all. I don't own Glee, or Kurt or Blaine (how I wish I did) or anything else. If I did I would be the happiest girl in the world.
I didn't want to leave but I had to go to school. I knew my dad would throw a fit if I stopped time while he was out. I walked into the choir room and sat on one of the chairs setting my bag on the chair next to me. I was the first one there. Not even Mr. Shuester was in his office. I looked at the clock and saw that there was still ten minutes until class would start. I went to the piano and started playing random chords. It wasn't particularly a certain chord progression from a song, but I still hummed a melody. Soon I recognized what song it sounded close to and played the music effortlessly. As I neared the beginning of the verse I took a deep breath and sang softly.
"When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
and in my hour of darkness
she is standing right in front of me
speaking words of wisdom
Let it be"
I'm not a big Beatles fan, but the song seemed appropriate. As the song continued I thought back to all of the memories of me and my father. I thought of the night I came out to him and how accepting he was. That night I couldn't wish for a better dad. I closed my eyes letting the music soar throughout the room.
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
there will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be"
As I let the chords ring out I looked at the clock. About five more minutes and everyone would pile in to the tiny room. I stood up and made my way to the seat I had chosen before. All I could do was sit and wait. The bell rung and one by one my peers came in. each of them giving me a hug and offering their apologies. It wasn't their fault my dad was out cold. But all I could do was accept them graciously. At last Finn came in. I couldn't really tell what he was feeling by the look on his face. I was about to tell him what happened when he spoke.
"What the hell happened?" he asked sternly.
I looked at him, slightly confused. "My dad's in the hospital."
"I know my mom just called me. I feel like I'm the last one to know."
"Maybe because you're selfish and oblivious." I had wanted to say.
"Well, I'm sorry Finn; it didn't occur to me to call you seeing that he isn't your father."
"Yeah, well he's the closest I'm ever gonna get! 'Kay, I know it might not look like what everybody else has, but I thought," he paused for the briefest of moments and continued with a small crack in his voice. "Sort of a family."
I shook my head and rolled my eyes and sat in the chair.
"I guess I just didn't like hearing other people talking about it in class." He said, just above a whisper.
All I could do was look at him with an empty expression. I was hoping that I could convey my sense of disgust and annoyance at the taller boy, but it deemed to be too much effort. I looked down, suddenly annoyed with myself, and took my bag off the chair, making a silent message for him to sit down.
Just then Mr. Shue walked in putting his hands in his pockets, saying something how their thoughts were with me or something. I couldn't really concentrate. All I could think of was my father, and getting to the hospital again to see him. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand on my shoulder. I realized it was Finn, and I shook my head telling him to back off. He quickly took his hand off and put it in his lap. I went back to my thoughts until Mercedes was in front of the room.
"This is for you, Kurt."
She sang the song "I Look to You" by Whitney Houston. As she sang the last note, my eyes started to flood with tears that I had been holding back all day. I stared at her as she looked into my eyes. I wanted to run to her and hug her. My best friend. But I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do anything, or else I would break. I would fall apart in the middle of class. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I fought the tears until I was safely in my car after school. As I pushed the keys into the ignition and turned them, I broke down and leaned my head and arms on the steering wheel, shaking violently. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I stopped. I wiped away the tears and started off toward the hospital.
As I drove I thought back to the conversation after the song. I didn't believe in God. That was that. I wasn't going around changing them, so why would they try to change me? Why would they shove what they believe down my throat? It hurt me to think that my own friends would do that. I was angry. I didn't want to be, but I was. Angry at myself, angry at my friends, angry with the world.
When I got to the hospital, I saw a figure just standing outside the hospital doors. As I parked and headed closer to the building, I finally saw the figure close up. I couldn't help the smile that crept onto my lips. I practically ran up to him and threw my arms around his neck.
"Happy to see me?" Blaine said. I could almost hear the smile that was playing on his lips as well.
"Why are you here? Dalton's so far away."
We pulled away from the hug and he straightened his navy blue blazer (which looked incredibly hot, if I may say so. And not temperature- wise either)
"I wanted to make sure you're okay. I want to-", He stopped as if searching for the right words. "I want to be able to be a good friend. To support you. And seeing that you have a tear stained face, but are still smiling, I see that I have accomplished said task." He said with a slight laugh.
As we walked into the hospital and down to my father's room I looked over to him. "Thank you." I said just above a whisper, for only him to hear.
He didn't take his eyes off the hallway in front of him, but he gave a small smile that said it all. He truly cared.
As we walked into the room, a nurse was standing over my father, checking whatever needed to be checked.
"Hello, Kurt. Who might this be? You know only family members at this time of day."
"Hi Nancy. I know. This is my, uhhhhh, my brother. Blaine. He just got in from… New York.
"You never mentioned you had a brother." She said suspiciously. She walked over and eyed the two of us. She smiled and extended her hand toward Blaine. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"And you", He said returning the gesture.
Nancy walked past us and out the door leaving only the sound of us breathing and the sound of the heart monitor. The only thing giving me the slightest hope.
"Really? Your brother?" Blaine said, interrupting the silence.
"Well, could you think of anything else?" I asked, as he looked to the ceiling as if deep in thought. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I really want you here. I'll tell whatever lie I have to so you can."
I looked away from his smile and made my way over to my usual chair. I sat slowly and rested my elbows on my knees, my hands cupping my face staring at my father. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blaine move to the chair on the opposite side of the bed.
All I could do was sit and look at him. He looked so emotionally drained from crying. I mean, who wouldn't? If my dad was in the hospital… then, well that would be a different story. But, no matter how hard he tried to look strong, I knew this was taking a toll on him.
"What are you looking at?" The boy asked a small smile on his face.
"Just thinking. Kurt, I know you're trying to be strong, but you can't bottle up those emotions. You have to let them out at some point." I said, trying not to sound rude.
"I know", he said understandingly. "I want to be strong for my dad. The last thing I want to do is let him down."
"Kurt, you have made him so proud. I can tell whenever I see you both together. There is no possible way to make him love you less. You can not disappoint him. He's proud of you."
At that I could see I overstepped or something. His chin quivered and his eyes filled with water just ready to escape his eyes. He covered his eyes and his whole body shook.
I pulled my chair around the bed to the other side, and sat down next to him. I put a hand on the middle of his back and pulled him closer. At this he gently pulled away. Nothing fast, nothing forceful, but enough to say that he just wanted to be alone. I stood to my feet and made my way out of the room silently.
I didn't go far. Just outside the door so I could hear his gentle sobs. A few minutes passed and they quieted down. As they did he started to talk.
"Dad, it's me, Kurt." He said through the tears. "Please, wake up. I really need you."
The song is "Let It Be" by the Beatles. Just to let you know…. Klaine forever! 3