Chapter for you! Also, excited for season finale next week! By the way, you'll know what I'm talking about when it comes; I meant "Burnet," not "Brunette." Just for clarification. Enjoy.
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While you were sleeping, your babies grew, the stars shined and the shadows moved,
time flew, the phone rang, there was a silence when the kitchen sang,
its songs competed, like kids for space, we stared for hours in our maker's face.
They gave us picks, said, "Go mine the sun, and get gold, and come back when you're done."
Kurt was lying on the bottom of a lake, the sand at the bottom holding his body, a soft cloud, the small stones tickling his hands. The warm water swirled around his body as he looked up at the surface of the lake, covered in lily pads. He had never seen lily pads from the bottom before. He exhaled curiously, and watched the bubbles of air from his nose and mouth float up to the top.
While you were sleeping, you tossed, you turned, you rolled your eyes as the world burned
The heavens fell, the earth quaked, I thought you must be but you weren't awake, no,
you were dreaming, you ignored the sun, you grew your power garden for your little ones.
And you found brides for them on Christmas Eve, they hung young Cain from the Adam trees,
and danced.
Rainbow coloured fish swam over Kurt, shimmering in the green-blue tinted sunlight. Kurt watched them avidly with his matching eyes. They flowed through pinks and purples and swam just shy of his mignon-comme-un-bouton nose. Kurt blinked his eyelashes, and he felt himself floating to the surface.
No, he thought, I like it down here…
Kurt heard voices flowing in and out like the waves on the top of the water.
"...thought there may … severe damage… nerves…"
Kurt shut his eyes and the voices went away.
While you were sleeping, I tossed and I turned 'till I closed my eyes, but the future burned
through, the planet turned, a hair gray, as I relived the day…
When he re-opened his eyes, he was lying in a field. Golden seeds were washed over his face and body, and he blinked a few times to get the grain out of his eyes. He sat up slowly, rustling the life around him slightly. He looked over, the hot breeze sweeping through his burnet hair, upon the base of a hill. He slowly stood, the seeds falling off his body like rain, and waltzed up the lateral slant of the hill.
While you were sleeping, the money died, machines were harmless, and the earth sighed
Through the wind you slept sound and gravity caught my love around, the ocean rose, sang about decay,
while witches flew, and the mermaids stayed, full of dreams, you overslept,
and keeping with quiet, through the walls, I crept, I walked on tiptoe,
sent darkness swirling over all the kitchen in the early morning.
When he reached the top of the hill, he took his time to look over the miles and miles of glowing, yellow, rolling, fielded hills. Music of no specific harmony hummed through the breeze, like butterflies in the sky. The music embraced and flew about his body, rushing through his pores, and filling his heart. The sun glimmered on his eyelashes, and he took a large breath in.
I'll never catch up to you, who sleeps so sound, my arms are useless,
My heart beats too loud to go to sleep, my mind's too crowded.
In the sky, faces appeared, fuzzily, and Kurt heard the voices again.
"…okay?"
"…don't know… doctors… nothing… in stone."
"Kur… can… me?"
Kurt blinked again, trying to hear what was being said, who was saying it. There was a sense of familiarity, yet. He fell back into the wind.
While you were sleeping, the time changed, all your things were rearranged,
Your vampire mirrors face to face, they saw forever out into space, and found you dreaming,
in black and white, while it rained in all the colors of the night.
When his back met the ground, he opened his eyes to meet a pine forest covered by snow. Sparkling white tufts of ice tucked him in. Kurt wasn't cold or hot, he just tingled slightly at the sensation of the frozen cotton embedding him. He relaxed his head to his left, staring at rocks, trunks, tufts of grass sticking out of the white glitz.
I watched the TV's, memories and championships vanished to sea.
Can it be my honey, between you and me? So I waited for the riddled sky to dissolve again by sunrise,
And I've made a death suit for life for my father's ill-widowed-wife.
Did you have that strangest dream before you woke? 'Cause in your gown you had the butterfly stroke.
Did it escape you like some half-told joke when you reached for your plume of smoke?
Sparks of ice bursted into the air with a gust of wind. Kurt's fingers twiched. Novembers and Aprils and Julys passed through his soul, clicking eternally, quickly, strumming, humming, drumming. The green-and-white trees stared at him as the snow whispered in his ears.
"…still… beautiful… disagree… but… you are…"
And it'll haunt you my honey bee, anyone whose anyone has that same dream,
where you're falling, where you're flying, and where you're calling out, and where you're dying.
Well thank god you're up now, let's stay this way, or else there'll be no mornings and no more days.
Kurt could feel himself sinking back into the ground. Dirt, sand, and rocks hugged his bones as he melted into darkness. He closed his eyes.
'Cause when you when you were dreaming, your babies grew, the sun shined and the shadows moved.
Time flies, the phone rings, there is a silence when everybody tries to sing…
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Kurt's eyelids were sticky with sleep-plaque. He looked about a white-washed, unfamiliar room. His eyes adjusted to the light. He rolled his head on the pillow over to a window, outside of which, snow plopped off a cottonwood tree. Kurt's eyes darted up to an IV stand that was taped on one of his arms. He lifted up his hand to look at his forearm where it stuck. He looked over to the other wall, where an analog clock was pinned up, reading 11:32. Save for a fair amount of flowers and cards with the usual "Get Well Soon's" and the signatures of his friends and family, the room was empty.
He sat up and pulled the clear rubber rube out of his nose. He lifted his leg off its sling and turned on the edge of the bed. He reached over to grab a crutch and supported himself as he slowly stood. The drip stand followed him as he walked over to the door in his blue hospital gown. He opened it timidly, noticing the blue and purple patches on his skin.
"Hello?" he called out quietly. It hadn't really set in that he was in a hospital quite yet. A nurse down the hallway turned and jogged over in the quiet excitement that nurses always seemed to have.
"Yes?"
"What happened to me?"
"Well let's see," the short nurse said. She click-clacked into the room and pulled a clipboard off a pin on the wall, "You should sit down Mister… Hummel?"
"Kurt's fine," Kurt sat on the metal bed frame, setting the crutch aside.
"Oh my," she gasped, "it says here, Kurt, that you've been in a coma for about three and a half weeks."
Kurt peered at her skeptically. "What?" he asked, not fully understanding what he had just heard. The black-haired nurse flipped through the pages.
"Patient suffered exponential blood loss, muscle damage, four bruised ribs, a fractured femur, and major trauma to the brain and spinal cord sending him into a coma. Possibility of regaining conciousness, unknown," the woman looked over to Kurt, "Looks like you're quite a lucky young man."
Kurt blinked, slowly taking in the information, "Where's my dad?"
"I'll be sure to call him right away. For now, you should lie down."
The nurse left the room, leaving Kurt in shocked seclusion. He looked over to the window, where a glimpse of sun shined over the hospital roof and courtyard. A bird landed on the windowsill.
"Quite a lucky young man," Kurt repeated.
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Finn was in the middle of 5th period when Burt called Finn's cell phone. Finn's history teacher tried to take it away, but Finn brushed him off and rushed out into the hallway to answer.
"Burt?"
"Get over here, now."
Finn didn't care that it was the middle of the school day, or that he left his backpack, or that he had been in the middle of an important test. He'd get his mom to sign for his truancies later. Right now, there were far more important matters at hand. Finn liked that Burt understood that.
Three minutes after the call Finn was starting his car. Six minutes after the car was started, he was ten minutes away from the hospital. Five minutes after he was ten minutes away from the hospital, his car was parked in a handicapped parking space in front and Finn was rushing inside.
"Fifty-one-fifty!" Finn shouted at the clerk as he sprinted down the hallway. They nodded confused and checked him in.
Bursting in the door, he suddenly stopped. Burt was holding his son's hand.
Finn slowly walked in, adjusting his plaid shirt, and looked at Kurt. Kurt looked at him.
"F…Finn," Kurt whispered weakly. Finn sped to kneel beside Kurt. Burt stepped back to the end of the bed. Finn cupped Kurt's face in his hand, and Kurt placed his own small hand over Finn's burly one.
"You're awake," Finn said, "You're awake!"
"I'm awake," Kurt said, smiling.
"Thank you… god, thank you," Finn buried his face in Kurt's chest. Kurt hummed a loving laugh.
"I'm sorry I was a jerk," Finn stuttered, "I realized that all I want is you… all I want is you to be safe, and, and happy."
"I forgive you," Kurt said.
"I'm so glad you're okay," Finn said. He was too happy to cry. Burt cleared his throat awkwardly as Finn kissed Kurt on the lips, and then on the cheek.
"I love you, Kurt," Finn said, excited.
"I love you too, Finn."
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YAY!
While You Were Sleeping is by Elvis Perkins, who is Anthony Perkins' son. That family is just made of awesome.
Glee isn't mine, but it damn well should be :D