Limits
Summary: Taken from a prompt on the Glee Angst Meme. Burt Hummel's dead, Kurt Hummel's doing his best to stay under the radar of Child Services, and the bullying is quickly bringing him to the end of his steadily shortening rope. The tiny, unused razor in the jewelry box seems to agree with that assessment. So it is really any wonder that when he catches sight of a blue police box left open just a crack that he would run inside?
Disclaimer: Nope. No, no, no.
AN: Sorry kids, this is super short, mostly because this little bit doesn't fit in anywhere other than by itself. The next update is properly adventurous and I didn't quite feel comfortable sticking this piece with it. Don't hurt me ahahaha.
Thank you for all of your feedback on the last chapter! Frankly, that section was one of my favorites to write and I'm thrilled that people seemed to like it as much as I did. I may or may not get a ridiculous enjoyment with writing violent, bloody scenes as much as I love writing fluff. I think there's something wrong with me. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter Seven: Interlude
"Come on, no one will notice at all. You can't possibly want to stay in here," Rose wheedled persistently, bikini-clad and holding a plastic caddy containing sunscreen, a couple of cans of soda, and a package of paper umbrellas. Kurt crossed his arms over his chest.
"No," he said firmly, "No. It's too hot for sleeves, so I'm staying in here. You have fun with Jack and the Doc- Actually, just with the Doctor because if my eyes aren't lying, Jack's already found himself a buddy for the day."
Yep, because the way the Doctor was noticeably not letting his eyes admire that bikini and the subtle scowls he'd tossed Jack's way had nothing to do with it. Nope. No, not at all. Not a single, little bit.
Rose pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Kurt? We are currently in Hawaii in the year 4000 and there is a travelling circus in town that's set up shop further down the coast. Trust me, no one is going to notice the scar when they can ogle the bearded lady."
Kurt glared, absently rubbing his arm.
"I'm not going out there."
"Come on."
"No."
"Seriously?"
The Doctor muttered something about not getting in the middle of this and stepped out into the bright afternoon sun, leather jacket and all.
"It's not…it's not that I don't want to go out," Kurt finally said, spreading his arms helplessly. "I just…I need something to cover this. I'm not trying to be a baby or anything but it's ugly and whenever I have to see it, I can't stop noticing and then I feel like everyone else sees it too and I just…I won't have any fun if I have to worry about it."
Rose just watched him silently for a few moments, her brows furrowed and her hands on her hips.
"If I can somehow find something that you can use to cover your arm without boiling to death, will you come out of the TARDIS and play on the beach with me?"
Almost immediately, Kurt nodded.
He hadn't been lying; he did want to go to the beach. This was only the second time they'd been to one that hadn't been overrun by either civil war or alien landings, and he'd never once gotten the chance to go to a legitimate ocean beach while living in Lima. Rose nodded right back at him.
"Okay. I'll see what I can find." And then she'd taken off down the hallway and Kurt sighed. He couldn't figure out what she was planning. He didn't have long to wait, though, because not five minutes later she'd returned, holding a pair of blue swim trunks in one hand and a roll of what looked like elastic bandaging in a matching, electric blue.
"Hate to burst your bubble, but if those are bandages, they can't get wet," Kurt offered, "And the adhesive never stays in water." He waited for her face to fall. It didn't.
If anything, the girl looked more triumphant. She handed them to him with a flourish.
"That's because these aren't for people," she informed him dryly, "They're polo wraps for horses, and they've got Velcro and enough give so that you'll actually be able to move, and they're fleece so they shouldn't be itchy. They should work well enough even though they're not really supposed to get wet either. Here, hand them back over and hold out your arm, I'll wrap it for you. Judging by how long they are, we might have to cut off the end."
He obeyed and in no time had his left arm swaddled in a layer of blue. Experimentally, Kurt raised it above his head and rotated it, bending and flexing his elbow to test it. The Velcro held firm and nothing scratched or irritated, and slowly, a broad smile spread across his face.
"You are magical," he praised, spontaneously stepping forward and enfolding her in a hug without thinking about it, only to realize what he was doing a half-second later and beginning to backpedal. He was stopped by arms around his shoulders and Rose returning the hug, nuzzling his hair with her nose.
"You're welcome," she said gently, "Now, go change! We've got a beach to take advantage of and a Doctor to con out of his jacket."
AN2: AGAIN, SORRY FOR THE BREVITY. Please leave a review if you liked it anyway, and the next chapter will be up soon.