Continued Music. More notes at the end, for a reason.
Rating: M. Trigger warnings.
Ownership: I don't own Glee or the Grinch. What you don't recognize from Glee is from my imagination. Shout out and Kurt Cookies if you …
Dedication: If you and I have chatted since I found this fanfic land, you have inspired me. There are so many names to mention, I must write you all down on paper with a pen. But thanks so far to my LuLuBear, MissAmy, Mr. H., Mr Spockify. {just insert your name here.}.
~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 8 Reclaiming Kurt ~
Not even five seconds did it take for Chandler to throw himself down the stairs and slam into the inside entry door for the garage, then flip all the inside locks, tight!
He stretches and feels if he broke any bones. Oh he is going to ache tomorrow, for sure.
His freaky eyes are darting to the kitchen, loungeroom, backatthebasement, Kurtbetter bequiet downthere! His hands are all tips of each finger touching the other hands finger tips. Spiderfingers, spiderthoughts! Preposterous, Ohshit, ah Kurt's room!
He scrambles back up the stairs, two at a time now, more or less. His knees falling hard into the next collection of stair edges. Bruises tomorrow!Not looking forward to tomorrow.
First door on the left, open Shit no! shut. Five long strides, next left door, open Oh it's so typical football, basketballs and Finns. Shit! shut. Around the corner on the right, This is taking forAnAmazinglongtime! open door, Damn!parents obviouslyMust…..! shut.
So looking back to the beginning, next immediate left open, which would've been first right, Duh!. Voila!Fiiiinallleeee! Right, where could it be? Where could it be?
Chandler stops and quickly looks around. Spider fingers, spider thoughts, spider fingers, umanama, umanama. Ooh la la. Calm the heck down Kiehl. Looks over the bed at the dresser, taps his finger on his chin as he scans the items on top. No, no, no. Looks to the right, floor to ceiling book case, stuffed with books and jam packed in and on top of those, more books and paper. No, no, no.
Ahh! the en suite. Enters and promptly slips over too many wet towels. Trying to stay upright, he considers tidying. Well this is unusual, hmmm. Nope, no time, no time! He foolishly opens the bathroom window, on the left, just a smidge to help with the air flow. After all, it's stuffy in the bathroom from Kurt not having the fan on often enough.
Immediately in front is the vanity. Looking, touching and picking up every item. Feeling the strength of the glass bottles of colognes, perfumes, cans of deodorants. He stops at a collection of brushes and combs, removes the hairs and slips 'em into a waiting pocket. Not here, where, where. Ooh! A porcelain vase sits next to a crystal vase, then an obnoxiously orange round, hand made school assignment bowl. Each full of an assortment of plastic flowers, glass coloured marbles and bathroom necessities. Just can't resist tidying the toothbrushes and fixing the level of toothpaste.
The vanity leans against a really deep bath. Docking station for music up at the head end, loofahs, wash cloths, and a fire engine red bath mat hangs over the edge. Mushed up soap rests alongside the pulled plug and silver drain. The taps are shiny silver too, the bath is powder blue. The wall is black laminate. The en suite is outrageously different to what Chandler was expecting and it's stopped his mind doing what he needs it to. To find the offending item and get the hell out of there.
BANG, BANG, BANG! The HudMels were trying to get Kurt's attention, to them being home and locked out. Chandler's trance is broken with muffled calls from downstairs.
Okay, toilet, shower cubicle. Hasn't been used for since like, whenever. Slams the glass door open, look, look, no. Slams the glass door back. As he closes the shower curtain, which had been open when he came in, the glass door remains ajar. So now there is a bright white with huge red love hearts shower curtain, hiding the cubicle.
As he exits, someone realizes he'd failed to notice, that Blainey Bear was standing atop the shower rose. Holding on with one paw and watching all the commotion. He had knelt down and ducked his little head when Chandler had first opened the glass door. He was sure he'd been spotted. When the glass door had been slammed shut, and it bounced back open, he'd grabbed the silver support tighter. It's a little slippery up there on top, with furry feet.
Chandler has one foot out of the en suite, he twirls back around and looks up. There, above the vanity, of course. He comes back in, climbs the vanity, stretches up, fingers can't quite reach. Darn it! He has to stand up now. But as he does, he can easily get his hands around the offending item.
One hand holds the wall for support, the other has the item clasped. He looks at the drop down to the floor, whoa dizzy! Blinks and looks right at the shiny silver shower rose. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes tight.
As he gently, but blindly, lowers himself down and gets off the vanity, Blainey Bear peeks from around the base of the toilet. Phew!
Chandler makes a mad dash and dives for Kurt's bed. If he's going to risk his life, he is going to lie down and imagine, if for just one second what Kurt's bed feels like. And it feels heavenly, the comfy pillow feels amazing. The cool on his ears, makes his blood warm and move where he doesn't have time to ….. turning over and snuggling his nose in, it smells so sweet, so….. well, Kurt!
Lifting his head back up, he goes to pull the pillow into a boyfriend hug. As he does and holds that pillow as tight as if it were Kurt, his hands pick up something interesting, as well.
He kisses the pillow gently, the kiss turns into a loving smile as he fiddles with the photo that has made this day even more worth it.
But now the commotion from downstairs makes him be his normal, squealy, nutty self. Nutty when excited, smiley when really happy and loud when all combined.
He carefully puts the pillow back and tidies up the blankets on the bed. Imagining what may have happened. He sits back down on the edge of the bed, absorbs the surrounds for a selfish moment. And as scary as the Grinch's transformation, puts a hand up to the centre of his head. Gently moves it down over his face. As he does, the smile transforms to a serious look as the hand moves passed, then to his neck, chest, tummy and stops.
He now methodically gets up, closes the door behind him. Picks up his socks. Walks down the stairs. Not even having to hold the banister or wall. His shoulders are drooped as he reaches the lower floor. Checks his pocket for the offending item and prized photo. Grabs his hat and puts it on. Picks up the ball of hair that fell out, puts it back in. Does all the buttons up. Picks up his shoes and school bag.
He hears the back door open, feels the air pressure change as the bathroom window sucks in from under Kurt's door. The rush of air pulls around and upward. Chandler looks down the lower stair case, kisses his hand and blows it toward where the love of his life is waiting.
He carefully opens the small door under the main staircase. He enters, closing the door behind himself. With the door sock held in place, he knows no one will see his mobile phone giving his eyes much needed light. He then pushes through the contents of the little room, vacuum cleaner, coats, blankets, and rests on the olde tea chest.
Socks and shoes on, they're getting warmer as the moments tick by, his feet are too. And then the rumbling above the stair case begins. He can feel Burt and Carole seeking their loving son. He holds his breath, ensures his school bag is on tight, hat on tight.
Wiping away tears, he opens the emergency exit door, and proceeds to crawl then making the long walk through the clean tunnel. In fifteen eternal minutes he'll be free of this afternoon of madness.
Grumbling at himself, Chandler whispers "And why the tears you sook? Because, although I want Kurt to remember, I know he might forget." He wipes the tears as they fall, while gaining pace down the tunnel to freedom.
~ Chapter Fini ~
Triggers: Father's Day here in Australia, today. I miss my Dad, My significant male rolemodels, My Mum, My Nan, ...
And I find the lead up to season 5 somewhat daunting. It is more than just a show, we're going to be dealing with Corey Monteith going and Finn too.
So back to reality for a bit.
I see so many people reading, so hopefully you're liking it. No negative comments, so this story must be good.
See you on the flip side of my reality check. Be good at whatever you're doing. Be a good you.
*** Shout out and Kurt Cookies and a Big Blainey Bear hug if you figure out what Chandler has taken.