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You Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 6
Dave followed Kurt on shaky legs as the level threes were led to the fifth floor for dinner. He swayed slightly and Kurt hesitated, falling back so Dave could use his arm as support.
"You okay?" Kurt asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.
"Fine," Dave grumbled, trying to stand up straighter. "I just haven't walked further than from that damn chair to my bed in what? Three weeks? Just got to get used to walking again." Kurt smiled slightly but nodded. The two boys walked at the back of the group, each staring in front of them idly. Dave stumbled again and Kurt without thinking reached out and grabbed Dave's hand.
"Don't think anything of it," Kurt whispered so only Dave could hear him. "Happy drugs are making me extremely happy and impulsive. I don't really want to hold your hand." Dave snorted but laced their fingers together, letting Kurt support some of his massive weight.
They were right outside the dining room when it happened. Kurt was still holding Dave's hand when they passed a level one who had remained behind. The boy sneered at Kurt and Dave and mumbled something that sounded like 'fucking faggots.' Dave's mind flashed to the scene in the locker room, to the boys who had been his best friends since middle school turning against him. And in the choice of fight or flight, Dave had always picked fight. His hand dropped Kurt's as he turned, screaming and swinging at the level one.
"Dave?" Kurt's high pitched voice rang through the air as he tried to grab Dave's arm again. Dave continued to yell, his words not making since as he tried to get to the level one. The boy smirked but quickly ducked down the stair well after his nurse. Two orderlies, much bigger than the ones who had dealt with Kurt, came out and wrestled Dave away from Kurt. Even though Dave was still somewhat weak he fought hard against the orderlies who each had a tight grip on his arm. A nurse who came out of nowhere stabbed a needle into the struggling boys arm and Dave immediately stilled.
Kurt sobbed, watching as Dave was dragged away. He assumed he would spend some time on level four, just as Kurt had a few days before. Seth came behind him, offering his hands palm up in a peaceful gesture. When Kurt appeared that he wasn't going to panic at Seth touching him, the orderly gently grabbed Kurt's elbow and led him into the dining room. Seth sat Kurt down at a table by himself and left for a moment to get Kurt a tray. Kurt stared at the tray with no desire to eat as Seth sat down next to him.
"You have to eat, Kurt," the orderly whispered, forcing a fork loaded with ravioli into Kurt's hand. "Dave will be fine. You survived level four, didn't you?" Seth said with a small smile, trying to make Kurt laugh. Instead, Kurt dropped his fork back down on the tray and wrapped his arms around his waist. Seth sighed and picked up the fork again, holding it up to Kurt's mouth. "I'm not above feeding you Kurt. I don't want to see you having to be force fed by someone else."
Kurt sighed, blinking back tears as he opened his mouth. He tightened his grip around his waist and chewed slowly. Although he had ate with no complaint on level four, he could almost feel the weight he had started to gain back in that short time. He had vowed not to eat more than necessary and most days when the level threes came to eat no one paid any attention to him. He would wrap enough food in his napkin and drop some on the floor and then have his tray checked so he could leave. Tonight, however, with Seth watching him Kurt knew he had to eat.
Seth encouraged him on, holding small forks full of food up to Kurt's mouth until the boy would open and eat it. Finally the plate was half gone and Seth smiled. "One last bite and I won't make you eat anymore, okay?" Kurt sighed again but ate it, hating himself for enjoying the taste. Seth grinned throwing Kurt's tray away and going to talk to Mrs. Smith who was the nurse in charge of dinner. She nodded her head at whatever Seth had said and Seth returned back to Kurt.
"Ready to go back downstairs?" He asked, grabbing Kurt's elbow gently and helping the boy to stand. Kurt wasn't sure why, but he wasn't afraid of Seth and it didn't bother him when the boy touched him. Maybe it was because the boy was like a less nerdy Sam to Kurt. Kurt followed Seth downstairs and stood in front of the nurse's station, switching from one foot to the other.
"David Karofsky won't be back tonight, correct?" Mrs. Tyme asked from behind the desk. Seth nodded. "Okay. What else do you need, Seth?" She asked, glaring slightly at Kurt.
"I need Kurt Hummel's dinner meds, please." She sighed but stood up, returning shortly with a small cup of pills and a larger glass of water. Kurt took the pills without complaint, opening his mouth to prove to the grumpy nurse that he had swallowed them. She clucked her tongue but nodded. She checked the clock and clucked her tongue again.
"It's television time. Seth would you mind running it tonight? You can go ahead and take Mr. Hummel here with you."
"Yes, ma'am," Seth said, ushering Kurt away from the desk. Mrs. Tyme slid the window shut with a sharp click.
Mrs. Tyme was the night nurse for the third floor and she hated everyone. She had worked at Oak Front Hills since it opened in the seventies and Kurt had heard she had even had her daughter committed in high school. She never showed anyone any symphony and was strict about every rule. Kurt, who had many bad dreams at night, had already had a bad run in with the night nurse when he couldn't stop crying. She claimed he would wake everyone else up and threatened to send him back to level four. Seth had managed to talk her out of it. The only enjoyment Mrs. Tyme had was apparently her smoking break which she took every two hours. She was always gone for almost 20 minutes.
"Think you could do something for me, Kurt?" Seth asked quietly as the entered the TV room. No one else was back yet and Kurt nodded his head. "Tongue your sleeping pill tonight," the orderly whispered, laying a hand on the small of Kurt's back. "I want to show you something."
Kurt bit his lip but nodded. He trusted Seth and he was sure nothing would go wrong. He smiled at the orderly who nodded back.
Dave growled slightly as he was escorted into Dr. Rogers office. Dr. Rogers reminded him of Coach Williams, the cut throat hockey coach who hated Dave. The large man stood behind his desk staring out the window when Dave was brought in, and unlike Dr. Barker he didn't suggest taking the jacket off Dave. Finally the doctor turned around, he large arms crossed across his chest.
"This is the first time we've had trouble with you, David," Dr. Rogers said in a surprisingly gentle voice. "Can you explain to me what happened?"
"I'm not a fucking faggot," Dave shouted, struggling with the jacket. "I'm not!"
"David, when you first started speaking with me you admitted to me that you were gay. I have a feeling that you aren't comfortable being so."
"I'm not!" Dave shouted again, but he wasn't sure if he was still denying being a 'fucking faggot,' gay, or not being comfortable being so. He cursed as his eyes filled with tears and he let his head fall back against the seat. Dave let out a shuttering breath as he whimpered. "I don't want this. I don't want to be…"
Dr. Rogers was silent for a long while, letting Dave sob to himself. "I understand what you're going through, David."
"How?" Dave yelled back, beginning to struggle with the jacket again. "Did you fall in love with the boy who hated you? Who you bullied all your high school career? Did you kiss him in the locker room and he looked at you with the most disgusted look on his face. Did you win Prom King while said kid you fell in love with was Prom Queen as a joke? Did you admit to your best friend that you were gay and have him turn on you? Have him tell the whole fucking football team and then the proceeded to kick the shit out of you? Huh? Did all that shit happen to you, too? How could you know what I was going through."
Dave's chest was heaving as fat tears fell down his face. Instead of struggling with the jacket he hugged his arms closer to his body and rocked back and forth, struggling to catch his breath.
"I just want it to stop. I want it all to go away…" Dave whimpered, biting his lip in an attempt to keep the sobs in.
"I admit that I never had those things happen to me, David," Dr. Rogers said in his gentle voice. "However…" he cleared his throat. "However my son did. My son was a lot like you, David. He was big in sports; star quarterback, starting pitcher on the baseball team and record winning swimmer. He won Homecoming King and always had the beautiful girls on his arms. He loved science and was even in show choir. My son was an all around All-American teenager."
Dave took another shuddering breath, rocking back and forth harder than he had been before.
"But my son had a secret, David. A secret that you share. He was gay and he feared what the reactions would be of those around him. In the eighties, you see, being gay wasn't as easily as accepted as it is now. Jeremy admitted to his girlfriend that he didn't have feelings for her and in fact that he was actually attracted to men. Feeling betrayed, she told the whole school. Jeremy was made fun of by his teammates and classmates. And his friends in show choir turned on him. He was attacked by his best friend. That night, Jeremy took his life. I never had a chance to tell him I still loved him, no matter who he loved."
Dave sobbed, his breath coming faster. He lunged to the floor, falling in front of the doctor's trash can and dry heaving. Dr. Rogers sighed and sunk down in a chair next to Dave. He patted the boy on the back and waited until he was finished. When Dave's breathing was almost turned to normal, Dr. Rogers whispered into his ear.
"I failed one troubled gay teen twenty years ago, David. I'm not going to do that again. I'm going to get you through this. You just have to believe in you. I'm going to keep you on level four for the evening. You can go back downstairs tomorrow."
Dave cried himself to sleep that night, closing his eyes without the need of the sleeping pill.
Kurt bit his lip, carefully moving the sleeping pill in his mouth so Mrs. Tyme couldn't see it. As he was escorted to his room by Seth he spit the pill into his palm and put it in is small pocket. Seth winked at him as he unlocked Kurt's door.
"I'll see you in an hour," the orderly whispered as Kurt entered his room and sunk down on his bed. The gleek was nervous but did his best not to let it show. He laid his head down on his pillow and waited. Finally after what felt like hours his door clicked and opened to show Seth with a large smile on his face.
"Mrs. Tyme is taking her smoke break, so we have twenty minutes. Don't worry, I'll have you back in time. And I got another, none soggy pill for you so you can sleep after." Kurt nodded, giving Seth a small smile. "Follow me, babe," Seth said with a wink.
The two boys trailed down the hallway, stopping at a door Kurt had never noticed before. Seth unlocked it but held an arm out to stop Kurt from entering.
"You can't actually go in since I don't have clearance to turn your anklet off and it will set off the alarms. But you should be able to see it from here." With that, Seth pushed the door back so a large stain glass window was on display. The moon illuminated it, making it look even more breathtaking.
"It's a story, actually," Seth said, and Kurt grinned at him, his eyes still wide in shock. "It's about this seventeen year old boy, you see. And this boy thinks his life is over. He wants to die, sees no other option. And then he meets this other boy. And this second boy manages to convince him that maybe his life isn't so shitty. He convinces this seventeen year old boy, who's much younger than him, you see, that he's still very, very loveable. He just has to hold on."
Seth wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him so Kurt's back was flush against Seth's chest. Kurt tensed slightly, but didn't fight the hold. Seth gently placed a kiss on the slightly shorter teen's neck, causing Kurt to shiver.
"What do you think about that story?" Seth said with a grin.
"I think you're full of shit," Kurt whispered back, but leaned back and kissed Seth's cheek before pulling away, walking slowly back to his room. Seth snorted, fallowing him quickly. He unlocked Kurt's door and pulled the fresh pill out of his pocket. Kurt swallowed the pill dry and settled down on his bed. Seth tucked him in and kissed his forehead.
"Good night, beautiful," he whispered, looking Kurt back in for the night.
AN: I hope you liked it. And before people panic about Seth and Kurt, just a hint: Seth isn't as good of a guy as he sounds. Just give it a bit. Dave will be back to attempt to save the day soon.