The Aftermath.
Thanks for the reviews and favourite-ing and stuff, I really do appreciate them, they do generally make me feel like I'm not wasting my time but still CHAPTER FOUR, this is more of a serious chapter than a sarcastic one, hope you like it though :D
Edwards-daughterxoxo
Chapter Four.
We Try To Hard…
Kurt was the only one down in the Shakespeare household, due to the fact it was around 3am on Monday 5th December…
Kurt shook violently as he lined the Christmas baubles from the tree that the other boys had took so much time decorating. Tears stung as they ran down his cheeks and dripped off his jawline as he placed the silver bauble but after he glanced at himself briefly.
If anybody saw what Kurt had done, they would be that shocked if they didn't know him that is.
The grand tree had collapsed on the fall sprawled out like it had been murdered; the tinsel of it was ripped and shredded all over the icy marble floor, the angel had been shattered and the remains of the plastic figure were nowhere to be seen. The fake bird nests had been tossed in all different directions unlike the felt covered birds that had been placed in the corner, hugged together. Fake red berries were sprinkled everywhere whilst there was a crushed snow globe dripping from the Shakespeare Common Room.
But now Kurt ached, he was weak, he couldn't hardly breathe without letting a whole sea of tears out, however, he managed to pace to the start of the bauble line. He picked up the discarded golf putter (Which he stole from the P.E department) and sighed a shaky sigh.
He stood there for a moment, staring blankly but yet he felt worthlessness, he shook his head hard before he lunged at the first golden bauble, it automatically got smashed into smithereens as it's body got spread across the room. The pain that radiated from his left wrist didn't harm the teenager as he pulled the putter up high in the air and slammed it on the Emerald green Bauble the almighty crash of the putter hitting the glass then the marble floor with that much force was unbelievably loud. Even Kurt didn't hear anybody enter over that noise, he was surprised none of the boys had woke up.
The guy watched him destroy all the baubles before sighing a disappointed sigh. Kurt swirled around to see the middle aged man watching him, Kurt didn't even care that Mr Richard was in the room; well he thought it was Mr Richard, it might have been his mind playing tricks on him or the fact he was vertically blind to the tears that filled up.
Mr Richard examined Kurt as the putter fell out of his hands and landed with a clunk.
The Dalton hoodie that he usually wore to bed was rolled up to his elbows as he let the deep cuts bleed and follow the trail of the dried blood before spitting to the ground. His legs were shaking and knocking together as his porcelain skin went paler if that was even possible. The kissable lips slowly turned a shade of dark violet due to the fact he didn't have enough blood to store the oxygen he needed. His eyes were not the grey or green or light blue eyes that people knew him to have, they were a shade of darker blue, and you could say they were a light turquoise, a true sign of deep emotion that had been locked behind them for so long. Under these eyes lay black bags, another sign of lack of sleep and hatred. As he took great pride in his bronze locks, his bangs fell in front of his eyes and he would occasionally wipe them away or shove them behind his ear.
"Kurt." The astonished teacher managed to say as he stumbled towards him, it was the first time he had seen him like this, when this date came around.
"Don't." Kurt managed to speak. "Just. Don't." He answered he teacher who was only trying to help the injured pupil.
"Listen Kurt."
"No." he said bitterly, "Don't. Babble on…About, how much….You care about me…." His tears streamed once more as he breathed more heavily. "Nobody in this fuckin' school does."
"That Blaine kid does." The Teacher answered as he observed the boy who tried to stay conscious.
"Well….Tell….Tell Him, From me…" He mumbled as he shifted the weight of himself to the other foot. "I fell and….Hit my head down…. the rabbit hole." The porcelain boy smirked weakly before he toppled to the ground where the glass bauble corpses lay.
His eyes squinted open to see that he was in his room, he thought it was anyway, Mr. Richard peered over him as he lightly shook him.
"Kurt..." the voice told him as his vision began to clear. "Kurt."
"Is he alright?" a bellowing voice echoed from somewhere across the room.
"I hope so." Another voice answered.
"He's waking up!" A voice exclaimed as another figure came into view.
"Kurt, we thought we lost you!" Kurt let out a grumble as a response but then he's vision became blurry once more.
"Kurt?" the same voice questioned. "Kurt?"
"…Kurt….." Blaine whispered….
"Whoa." His eye's snapped open to see the purist white he had ever seen, it was nearly blinding, he shield his eyes from the light that bounced around him. "Where am I?" He asked as he walked forward into nothingness, just the forever lasting white.
"Kurt, baby." A chirpy and familiar voice exclaimed from behind him, Kurt swirled around and saw the unforgettable.
"Am I on Crack?" He asked speechless by figure that pulled him into a hug. The figure simply chuckled as her arms which were rapped around Kurt's body tightened.
"No silly." She whispered soothingly as she realised the boy.
"Okay, I must be on something to see you, mom." He added as he blinked furiously, trying to come back to reality.
His mom is dead. Is she?
His mom was dressed in a simply white dress which camouflaged in the white back ground; the only thing that stood out to Kurt was her luscious long Bronze hair which Kurt inherited from her and The Light green eyes that smiled at her son, like they did so many years ago. Her figure had stayed the same; a simple hour glass figure that many women would die for, even her porcelain skin had no impurities on. She looked so angelic and at peace with herself and with everyone she loved.
"No," she simply giggled as her son watched her, amazed. His mother eyed her son up. "Bet your father didn't approve of the nose ring, right?"
"He doesn't approve of anything since your gone." Kurt frowned.
"He approved of your sexuality didn't he?" Kurt sent her a scowl at first but then it died down.
"Why?" he wondered. "Don't you?" His mom giggled before she answered.
"Of course I do, it doesn't matter if you are gay, a dinosaur, multi-coloured, a peanut butter with jelly sandwich, I'd still love you the way I do. Which is unconditionally and besides, I understand why you're head over heels for Blaine, he's totally hot, I would defiantly chase him if I was you." She smiled warmly, that Kurt had missed for the last eight years of his life, he'd missed the mothering smile that she sent him when he was in doubt or he had done something proud or simply when he was falling asleep.
"But darling, you have to stop harming yourself, I don't like seeing you the way I have too, you can keep the bad attitude and the piercings, there not the problem, that's the only thing I ask of you." The eighteen year old sniffled as he nodded, letting the single tears rolled down his face.
"Honey bee." Cooed his mother as she pulled him in for another hug. "What's wrong?"
"I miss you mom." He croaked as the 'tuff' boy broke down into tears. Maybe he wasn't that 'tuff' after all.
"I know, I can see."
"You can?"
"Your arms show it." Kurt pulled away, but his mother took his cold hand. Kurt sighed in sync with his mother. "You wanna sing about it?"
"Yeah I guess I could. Since it's the last time I'm gonna end up singing with you." Kurt stiffed a laugh as he looked down. His mom picked his chin up and smiled that mother smile, she dapped his tears away.
"Ready?" she asked. Kurt nodded. "Don't tell your father that I'm letting you sing a song with the 'F' word in constantly, he'd go ballistic." She laughed as she started to stroll with Kurt, Kurt nodded in agreement. "Oh don't worry, I'm not picking some rap thing." His mom let go off his hand and walked up to him still smiling.
(A/N Kurt's mom is Italics and Underlined, Kurt is italics, both is bold and italics, also somebody else will be Bold, I not telling who, but you might guess it :D I didn't want to ruin it in my author note thing at the top x)
Made a wrong turn, Once or twice
Dug my way out, Blood and fire
Bad decisions, That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
His mom voice sounded the same as he remembered it to be, the angelic whisper, just like his in a way. Kurt began to cry but he didn't know it.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way, it's all good", It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, Always second guessing
Under estimated, Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.
His mom took his hand at the chorus as her eye's widened at ever swear word but Kurt just laughed it off.
You're so mean,
when you talk, about yourself, you are wrong.
Change the voices, in your head
make them like you instead.
The voice's harmonised and became stronger.
So complicated,
Look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
such a tired game.
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same.
Oh,
Kurt was already crying, but when his mom shed a tear too, they knew that they had connected.
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.
Kurt pulled away and walked about two steps before turning back around.
The whole world stares so I swallow the fear,
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.
So cool in line and we try, try, try,
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
We change ourselves and we do it all the time
Kurt's mom questioned him.
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?
Next to Kurt was another teenage boy, Kurt eyed the familiar Ebony curls and the light tanned face and looked the boy straight into the hazel eyes, he asked curiously.
Why do I do that?
Blaine just shrugged before belting out.
Yeah…. Ohh…. Oh Pretty, Pretty , Pretty….
Kurt went to pull the smaller boy into a hug, so relieved to see him but he simply faded away, like dust into the air. Kurt's mom took the confused boy's hand before covering it with her other hand.
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.
You're perfect, You're perfect
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
Kurt's mom kissed her son's hand before kissed his forehead.
"No! This can't be it!" Cried Kurt who watched his mom's lips pull away from his cheeks.
You're fuckin' perfect to me.
The whole scene slowly exploded into the white light and Kurt was pretty sure he was one of two things.
He had taken some sort of drug and died.
He died.
And he was pretty sure it was the first one.
Kurt swiftly sat up alarmed, nearly nutting Blaine in the process, he gripped the sheet's tightly as he was inches away from the boy who was looking at him nervously with his hazel eyes. Kurt could feel the little droplets of sweat roll down his back and forehead.
"Kurt, calm down, it's me, Blaine." Blaine tried to calm him down. Kurt's eyes moved rapidly as he examined the boy. Kurt fell back onto his bed at Dalton and Sighed heavily.
"He's up!" Nick exclaimed as he pushed Blaine aside. But then Nick got pushed onto Blaine, who was now literally feeling up the wall as Jeff jumped on the double bed against the wall.
"Yay!" he cheered but then got knocked by Wes who smiled at Kurt.
"We thought you were gonna die."
"Guys…" Blaine said mumbled as his face was pressed up against the wall. "Can't. Breath." All the boy's shuffled down, just so Blaine could stay alive.
"We're glad you're alright!" Nick and Jeff said in harmony.
"But you look terrible." Added Jeff as he saw the pale boy's eye's roll back, quickly, Blaine scowled at Jeff.
"How are you feeling?" Wes asked, Kurt rolled his eyes as he heard the muffle noise of Pinks 'Perfect' playing softly in the corner.
"Fuckin' Perfect." He mumbled.
"Oh." The entire room let out.
"No, Pink's Perfect is playing." Kurt said as his eye's drifted to the speakers which held Blaine's IPod. "Did you sing or belt out the 'Yeah' when I was half dead?" Kurt asked.
"Errr…. Yeah." Stammered Blaine.
"Me, You and My mom sung it, in my weird mind." Kurt said throwing his head back onto the stack of pillows behind him. "Did you give me crack?"
The boys all burst into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Kurt wondered. "I must have been on something to imagine Blaine…"
"I'm hurt Alice." Blaine said as he pretended to dab his eyes. The room slowly fell quiet as the laughter died down.
"Guys, I want to talk to Blaine, on my own." Kurt told them sharply.
"Be careful Blaine, Kurt's delicate, unlike you." Nick sneered as he grabbed his things.
"Screw You." Blaine muttered half joking, half serious but he said it with a smirk on his face.
"Get well Kurt." Wes grinned as he pushed the two toddlers, sorry 'Young Adults' out of room 11.
"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Blaine suddenly concentrated on Kurt.
"What happened?" Blaine stiffed a laugh.
"You destroyed all the Christmas Decorations with a golf club."
"Oh…. Then what?"
"Apparently, you cut your wrist pretty bad and I don't think it was on accident." Blaine sighed as he eyed his left wrist which was covered in a thick plaster and wrapped up in a bandage.
"Oh…..Right…."
"Then you collapsed."
"Shit." Kurt answered with a little humour which made the two boys laugh.
"For about eight hours, you were breathing….At times, we were considering taking you to the hospital, but we knew your father would freak out."
"We?"
"Me And Mr Richard." He smiled. "He said, we won't tell your dad about this episode, if that's what you want." Kurt sighed. "And he also told me that you said and I quote, 'I fell and hit my head down the rabbit hole'" He said as he did the bunny rabbit ears around the quote, Kurt went crimson. Blaine took his hands carefully not to knock his wrist and after a while he asked.
"What happened Kurt?" Kurt sighed heavily and sniffed.
"Today…. it was the day my mom died, I guess I went overboard..." Blaine gasped as his eye's widened.
"Kurt, I'm so…So Sorry."
"It wasn't your fault." Kurt replied with. "But let's not bring this up ever again, okay?" Blaine nodded as he was still in shock.
"You do know I'm here for you? Even through your jerky-ness and mocking times."
"Yes, but if you were here for me, can you do one little favour?"
"Anything." His smile, dazzling, so many sarcastic comments raced through his head like wild fire, he just shook his head with a chortle.
"Kiss me…"
Blaine leaned forward so there lips could lock. It was a short and sweet kiss which shocked Kurt, but it was a kiss that took Kurt's breath away.
Kurt pulled away confused as he told the smaller boy.
"Funny, that's the first kiss in ages that doesn't mean someone shoving their tongue down my throat, or me shoving my tongue down their throat."
"Yeah, I sort guessed that." Blaine smirked as they rested their foreheads against each other's. "So are we officially going out?"
"If you want it to official that is." Kurt smiled affectionately as he took in Blaine's scent.
"I do."
"Then it's official."
The day flew past after that Kurt had returned to his shade of pale since he'd fell asleep during 'The Little Mermaid' slowly followed by Blaine. They were fast asleep; Blaine had an arm around Kurt as his head rested on the same pillow.
Chapter Four, I had to make a serious Chapter for 'I Kissed A Girl' cause I cried at Blaine and Kurt's duo, and true story, I was listening to the original and I was like, Blaine and Kurt should do this…. And every Chapter Four, I had to make a serious Chapter for 'I Kissed A Girl' cause I cried at Blaine and Kurt's duo, and true story, I was listening to the original and I was like, Blaine and Kurt should do this…. Freaky…. Anyway hoped you enjoyed it.
Edwards-daughterxoxo