Heyhihello, this is the introduction to the first glee piece of fanfiction that I've written. The purpose of this chapter was to give a good foundation of the story to build off from, however it's not completely necessary to read the introduction, even though I highly recommend it because you might find yourself completely lost without it. I might not have the first official chapter up until Monday, if this even catches on, which I hope it does. *crosses fingers*
Warning: This chapter does contain Hevans/Kum/KurtxSam. This is a Klaine story, but in order to get there, this is necessary. Just bear with me please.
If any one is interested, I'm looking for a beta, and I apologize for any grammatical errors in this chapter.
How the End Began.
Kurt Hummel wished nothing more than to live in a world of acceptance, learn in a world where he would be accepted, work in a world where he would be accepted, anything. But, who doesn't? Who doesn't wish for a world where they could walk down the streets in their pajamas, go to their work in their pajamas and have it be acceptable? Just because they liked wearing their pajamas?And who could blame Kurt Hummel for just wanting to live in a world as accepting as that. Except, rather than walking down the streets in pajamas because he liked pajamas, he would have much rather walk down the streets hand in hand with a boy of his choosing because he liked boys. And back when he was in high school, Kurt Hummel dreamed of New York City, NYADA, Broadway, Fashion, whatever he choose. And it was all in the palms of his hands. But more than that, he had the growing desire to hold hands with a boy until that day arrived and he'd rid himself of the despicable soon-to-be speck of dust in his world known as Lima, Ohio. Not just any boy, but he wanted to hold hands with Sam Evans, yes the bleached-blonde, Nashville descendant, quarterback, blue eyed beautiful Sam Evans. Ever since their duet of 'Sing it Out' they did exactly that.
It had started out as just hanging out after school, Kurt and Sam had somehow managed to bond over movies, Sam loved sci-fi and Kurt loved musicals, and they made an agreement to take turns watching their favorite movies. By doing this Sam discovered that musicals weren't too bad, and as a matter of fact he really enjoyed them, and Kurt realized that sci-fi movies were most definitely as horrid as he first imagined, but that he was willing to suffer through them for Sam. Then Sam had began defending him before the rest of the football team, and despite what Finn said, he didn't stay away from Kurt to protect his reputation. After Sam had stood up for Kurt, the rest of the foot ballers in glee club followed suit, and it wasn't long before even David Karofsky was wising up to stay away. Sam and Kurt walked together through the halls between almost every class, and no one had dared to mess with the quarter back, except for the occasional hockey player but that didn't phase them anymore. They were best friends, and when Burt encountered his first heart attack Sam was there. He didn't say much, he just hugged Kurt and told everyone to back off when Kurt voiced his opinions of God. At Carol and Burt's wedding, he sang the main verses of Marry You with Kurt, and Sam and Finn had led the glee club in their dedication to Kurt in the song Just The Way You Are.
Sam was normally confident, adamant even, about hanging around Kurt in public. He didn't care who saw them, he didn't care about the remarks, the looks, the speculations about his own sexuality. When Jacob has first interviewed him, he laughed the thought of being gay off and started dating Quinn. Kurt didn't mind that Sam was dating Quinn, he considered himself lucky just to have Sam as his friend at that point. After the rest of the school found out that Quinn and Sam had broken up more rumors of Sam's sexuality popped up again, more intense and harmful then before. This time Sam made no moves to deny them, all he would do was laugh and shake his head if that. When Jacob interviewed him once again and asked why he wasn't denying the rumors full out, Sam responded "Why deny something thats not offensive?". Which also threw all of McKinley High through a whole 'nother loop. But despite how confident Sam was in public with Kurt in the privacy of their movie-nights and hangouts, he was becoming more and more quiet. This didn't go unnoticed by Kurt, and even though he found himself enjoying the soft silence that was engaged between them from time to time and especially the connection made between their eyes whenever they locked for the briefest second, but one day he couldn't control himself.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked softly in the middle of Avatar, which they were watching for the 18th time, "Did I, I don't know, you're quite a lot now recently and its not, not bad or anything," He added with a breath, "I just don't get why? Is it because of what Quinn did? Because Finn is my brother and I never talked to him about it-"
"Kurt," Sam laughed and looked over at him, "Calm down. Its fine, I just...I like the silence you know? Its kind of...nice." he added with a smile.
Kurt blushed and nodded from his side of the couch, "I do too," he mumbled.
Later that week, they were walking to Breadstix from school to the side of the sidewalk chatting idly while Sam bent down to tie his shoe. When he stood back up again, Sam looked Kurt directly into his eyes and Kurt could see his adam's apple bob silently and his eyebrows were furrowed, "Can I try something?" he asked, as he moved closer to Kurt, leaning in and not once breaking the eye contact.
He was curious, he was so curious, of as to what in the seven hells Sam could have been referring to even though deep down he knew damn well, but he managed to squeak out a high pitched, high pitched even for him, "Yes."
In that moment, two things happened. One, Sam's lips met Kurt's and god was it everything Kurt had ever hoped for in a first kiss. He knew it wasn't Sam's first kiss, but he didn't care, as he had a crush on Sam since the minute he met him but let his feelings hinder so he could develop an actual friendship with the boy so that things wouldn't end as badly as they had with Finn. But ever since their silent exchanges began, hell even before that, he felt his feelings for Sam resurface stronger than before. Now that his soft, not-too-large-in-actual-feel lips, were on his, his feelings were flaring like the flames of an inferno, stronger than before. He had been in shock at first, but the shock had subsided fairly quickly and was replaced with an utter happiness. It was magical, better than broad way, it was everything. Everything that Kurt Hummel considered good was out shined by this kiss. But nothing good ever lasted for Kurt Hummel, because as Sam pulled away, the tingling feeling on his lips was replaced by those of a strong fist, pushing his bottom teeth up to collide with his top ones forcefully.
"What're you fags doin'?" A deep voice, the man who owned the hand called out.
Because neither Sam nor Kurt noticed that while their lips were meeting for the first time, two men were walking down the same street. Two men with the greatest weapon, surprise. Kurt's head hit the brick wall directly behind him, just as the second man's foot connected with Sam's shin, causing him to fall over onto the black top. He recognized the hand that connected with his jaw, and he recognized the booths that slammed against Sam's knee. Azimio and Dave.
"Sam!" Kurt screamed, and a minute later the black man turned back to him.
"We dun' give a fuck watchu two do behind closed doors," A blow to his stomach. "But this our god damn street," A kick to Sam's shoulder. "And if you two fucking faggot princesses can't respect that," Another hit to his rib cage, "we're gun' a have an issue."
"Whats going on over here?" Fuck. Kurt knew that voice too. It was his dad's.
"Burt! Calm down!" Kurt wasn't sure when his eyes drifted shut, but he couldn't see what was going on, all he heard was the voices of Burt, Sam, Joe, a co-worker who came over to help on every tuesday with restock, and- was that Finn?
"You're god damn fairy of a son here was faggin' up th-" Crack. Another fist was thrown, but this time it wasn't to him, and he was pretty sure that it wasn't Sam who was bellowing in pain.
"Don't you talk about my son like that," Kurt could almost hear the blood veins he knew were visible on his fathers face in his voice.
"Burt! Burt! Burt stop!" All he heard was screaming, voices swirling in his head, and finally a thud. A loud thud. A thud that fell to the ground next to him. A thud that didn't even need a name, because Kurt just knew who had fallen next to him. And that made his own heart plummet towards his stomach.
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Kurt's finger played along the edge of Burt's hospital bed, with silent tears cascading their way down his face. His fore finger tapped gently against the hard plastic foot of the bed, and his middle finger stepped over was all his fault and he knew it. He had been the cause of this second heart attack, the heart attack that had pushed his father into a coma, a deeper sleep than the first one had. He knew Sam would be here, he had faith that Sam, battered and all, would come through for him and be there. Just like he always had, right? But it had been three weeks since the incident, three weeks since Sam and Kurt had even really talked, three weeks since he's had a tear-less nights rest, and exactly twenty one days since he heard his fathers voice. And one week later, it had been four weeks. Carol was beginning to get angry with Kurt and his refusal to set foot in that school, regardless of the fact Azimio and Karofsky were no longer in attendance. His defiance also frustrated Finn, Mercedes, and even Rachel, they all claimed amongst themselves and in hushed whispers that Kurt's attitude was making things more difficult. But what was it that he was making difficult? His fathers recovery? His friendships with them? His feelings about Sam? His feelings about what happened? He couldn't be blamed for his actions, he decided that much, because it wasn't fair that everything was a messy fast-paced blur to him and that he had no one to talk to about it.
He wanted to talk to Sam though, if anything, Sam and Kurt could figure this out together. They were best friends after all, regardless of the kiss right? And even if the kiss was taken into account, Kurt was ready to throw it away if it meant he could still be friends with Sam and just forget about it. But thats where Kurt's thoughts left him drawing circles, where was Sam? Why hadn't he at least visited by now? Or had the decency to respond to Kurt's texts, long teary voicemails apologizing, anything? A frown tugged relentlessly at the corner of his lips and his eye brows sagged as his fingers continued drumming.
"Hummel," A voice that was so soft and gentle he didn't even recognize who's it was until he turned around.
"S-Santana?" His voice was groggy, but cracked in surprise.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," She said, and as he turned around to face her, he noticed her expression was remorseful and cautious.
"What? Why are you even here?" He demanded, folding his arms over his chest, "I politely asked everyone to no-and, why do you even care?"
Santana took a deep breath and swallowed her annoyance at Kurt's words, "Chill out, I'll only be here a minute," She held a finger up and pulled a small note that she had been holding in her bra out and extended it to Kurt, "Here."
"I don't feel comfortable touching that," He said, side-eyeing the note and her with a look of disgust."
That comment earned him a roll of her eyes, "Its from Sam."
That was all that needed to be said, and that note was all that needed to be read to confirm the fact that absolutely nothing good had come from that kiss.
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Beep pause. Beep pause. Beep pause. Beep pause. Beep pause. That was the rhythmic, even sounds of Burt Hummel's heart monitor. As silly as it may seem, sometimes that sound was the only thing that lulled Kurt to sleep. Even now, a week after he had woken up, but not permitted out of the hospital, the sound was still comforting to Kurt. Was.
"You didn't need to protect me dad," He said softly one day to his father.
"The hell I did," Burt grunted and sat up straighter.
"No," He corrected, "you really didn't. You only got yourself into more of a mess."
"You're my kid, you definitely didn't look so independent back there," His father threw back at him, raising his eyebrow.
Kurt took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "I'm not a kid anymore."
"You're only sixteen," Burt interjected.
"Yeah and? I've done a lot of growing up since I was that boy you hand to hold hands with to preschool," Kurt snapped back.
"Don't be so defensive now," Burt didn't try to mask the annoyance, "why are you being like this?"
"Because!" Kurt jumped up from his place on the bed, "Its not fair! Its not fair that I almost lost you, because you didn't think I could handle myself!" He knew he what he was saying didn't make any sense, and he didn't know why he was picking a fight.
"I didn't think anything," Beep beep. "You're my god damn son! I heard you screaming from across the street, a sound that stills' in my ear to this day! I wasn't going to stand there and not do anything!" Pause.
"Was it worth it? Worrying all of us?" He needed to stop, but he couldn't. Why was he doing this? Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut? He knew he was angry at Sam, at the world, but not his Dad, so why was he taking it out on him? Why couldn't he control himself?
Beep beep beep. "Okay smartass, you have a son and you see how easy it would be for you!" No pause. Beep beep.
"Newsflash dad, I can't!"
When those words tumbled from Kurt's mouth the beeping grew louder and far more pronounced then it had been only moments ago. That one little sentence had caused their fight to escalate to even more extreme levels than before. The nurses light on Burt's bedside began omitting a red light and a similar light on top of his doorframe glowed simultaneously. Within an instant, Carol and Finn had coming rushing into the room in the midst of the two of them still exchanging nasty words and digs towards each other. Finn's muscular hands wrapped around Kurt's upper arm and dragged him into the hallway, out of the way of the incoming nurses.
"What the hell are you doing dude?" Finn demanded as Kurt swallowed and looked downcast at the floor, attempting to breathe evenly. When Finn didn't get an answer, he gave Kurt a little shove, "Come on! Answer me!"
Kurt's eyes snapped up and met Finn's in a piercing glare, "Don't touch me!"
"What the hell happened back there Kurt? What did you do to him?" Finn repeated, as his own voice rose, "I'll do whatever the hell I want!" Another shove.
"It's not your business!"
"He's my dad too!"
"Step dad Finn, step dad."
"Well I'm acting more like his son then you are!"
Kurt froze as if a layer of hard ice had just been thrown at him his foul mood shattered at the truth behind Finn's words. "What? What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, a tremble slightly noticeable in his voice.
"I'm not going in there and starting shit to get him mad!" Finn clarified, but it didn't make Kurt feel any better and he figured it wasn't meant to.
"I didn't mean to! You don't even kno-" Kurt began to defend himself, with what little reasoning he had.
"You know what bro? Just...Just get out of here!" Time seemed to slow down when Finn's words registered in Kurt's ears. He looked around, the nurses were staring at the two of them, Carol was hovering nervously over a sedated-appearing Burt as well as his doctor and a few nurses, Joe and a few extra handy-mans were watching on too, a look of shock and disbelief in their eyes.
So, with one final look, that is exactly what Kurt Hummel did. He got out of there, as fast as his legs would carry him, and in whichever way his legs would carry him.
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"Hey? Are you okay?" Two fingers gently prodded Kurt's shoulders and he opened his eyes.
"Hm what?" His eyes squinted and he surveyed his scenery.
If he hadn't remembered last nights events, he most certainly did now as he scanned the Westerville Bus Station. He had taken the Lima Bus all the two-hours away and landed himself in Westerville, where he had fallen asleep on the was no way he could go home, not for a while after what happened.
"Not really, but thats not exactly your concern," He said wincing internally at his own self.
"You got a name?" The girl asked, her green eyes staring up at him in curiosity, and smoldering him to the point where a sarcastic answer was just not going to happen.
He cleared his throat, "Uh, Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
She smiled and extended a hand and after a moments hesitation he accepted it and allowed her to pull him into a standing position, "Well, congratulations Kurt Hummel, you just became a concern of Delilah Lutz."
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Well, there you have it! I understand it does jump a bit, but I wrote it that way for a reason. I hope you enjoyed it.~