Music Inspiration: Raise Your Glass, Original Song Glee ep Season three, ep 16.
Rating: M. Adult themes. Trigger warnings. ***Important note: 'ICE' here is meaning In Case of Emergency. It is a term we use in my country.
Ownership: I don't own Glee. What you don't recognize from Glee is from my imagination. Shout out and Kurt Cookies if you …
Welcome on board,read, read, enjoy, might want a cuddle blankie.
~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 7 Not Studying with Chandler ~
… All the games you played, the promises you made, couldn't finish what you started only darkness still remains….
"You know, there is a moment, when you say to yourself, I've been looking for you forever…." Kurt had awoken in the basement. He wasn't sure how he got there and lots of other specifics, that he's sure he should know.
Pulling the pillow off his head, raising up from the bed and stretching around "Oh, where am I?" There's tapping on a book and he hears his dad saying, "Hey! Today was the day you were going to teach me all about brunch….."
"What is with the plasma screen, …. Oh that scene? Oh my head." The sound of his own voice, soothes Kurt's ears and helps him come to. "And that music, oh my GaGa goodness!"
He sluggishly sits up, and grabs for his mobile. The loud music is getting louder by the half minutes, and with the repeating movie scene are playing with his mind. His head is really thumping too….
Pulling the phone out of his back pocket, his fingers are working but the feeling is all numb and he thinks he's looking at another persons hands moving. Flipping down to his 'ICE' contact, he presses the connect button, really, really hard.
As he waits for Finn to answer he thumps his head against the wall.
"Something isn't right here?" ring, ring. Ring ring. He takes a really deep breath. "What is Finn off doing this time? OH, MY GOD, what the hell, is, THAT?"
Ring, ring. The phone rings from the floor, Kurt's dropped it and is trying to scramble backwards into anything that will take him away from that blue penguin in the corner.
"HELP! OH GOD get me the hell out of HERE?" he raises his hands to cover his face and looks between his fingers.
"Maminee, maminee. Blab blab, Blab blab." Slap, slap. There is a three foot cartoonish, bright blue penguin dancing it's way over here to Kurt. It's tap dancing to the music. It's a pretty good dancer too! Thinks Kurt. And the overly large bird raises it's glass in celebration. BOOM BOOM, YEAHH EAH EAH! It stops at Kurt's feet, takes it's little green hat off and throws it toward the corner. Then slides it's dancing cane over there, too.
It twirls around, and around, and around, and around and leans down to Kurt, pointing into his face. "Hi, I can't get to the phone right now. Leave a message and…" Kurt can see the room is, really, really slowly changing to grey and he feels he's fading… away…..
Back up stairs, Chandler has cleaned up the kitchen mess. He's the first to admit, he tries at least. Who could keep a kitchen as pristine as Kurt E-for-everything-I-want Hummel?
He picks up the broken glasses off the table. "Just as well I keep a spare pair. Absolutely preposterous, how anyone can keep house like this."
He sits back down at the breakfast bar. Swings himself around, on the bar stool. Finishes his cup of tea, then plays stretching spiders with his hands on the bench.
Looking at his finger nails, he pulls faces at how ruined they'd become. Scratches on the backs of his hands and his navy blazer would need to be dry cleaned, again. While rechecking his clothes he notes that two of the larger white buttons are now missing. His white dotted, navy blue shirt had been sloppily buttoned up. He decides to go find Kurt's en suite.
He hops down off the stool and makes his way to the stair case in the hall way. It was too hard to resist sliding on the kitchen floor to the doorway. Just like your olde time Rock and Roll. Stopping at the stairs to the basement, he looks down them and can hear the gentle boom, boom, boom music of The Warblers. He taps in time to the beat, shakes a hip boom left, and boom right. I can't dance for the life of me. Just as well I can sing. He then walks over to the staircase leading to the next floor up.
He creeps up them, one tippy toe to each step after another. To the right is a wall of the HudMel family. Such a collection of photos, taken over all the years since Burt was a baby and Carol, two years younger. Burt's collection blends into photos of Kurt and his Mum and then just Burt and Kurt, while Carols' blends into Finn and his Dad and then just Carol and Finn.
And in the centre of the hall way wall, is a bigger wedding photo of Burt and Carol, with Finn and Kurt standing behind their respective parent. They look like royalty!
When he gets to the top of the stair case, he stops and can feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise up. Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this. Ummm….. His hands have become quite clammy, that annoying nervous coughing starts up again. He grabs his hat and scrunches it up, and shoves it in his inside blazer pocket.
Looking at all the closed doors, he's not sure which one would be Kurt's. He takes his socks off, the carpet is so soft and deep. Massaging his feet into it's creamy texture, he's lost in moments of wishing this were all his. Hoping to wake up and believe that this was his home.
He doesn't notice the car rumble in the drive way. He doesn't hear the intercom announce the garage door is opening.
He stops and freezes, when the car horn sounds for Kurt to come help with the groceries.
~ Oh, Preposterous, Shit! ~