Musical Inspiration: Fever, by Adam Lambert from his album For Your Entertainment. {my machine is stuck on repeat, esp when he sings all those dreamy lyrics….with that great bod, swoon.}
Rating: M.
Ownership: I don't own Glee, but I own my imagination. This is fiction, Chris Colfer and Darren Criss and Grant Gustin are non-fiction. {and they're so hunny, hunny, yummy and I'm so sleepy tired. mwah enjoy them, and here read on.}
~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 9 Sweet as Honey, hmmm ~
After Carole and Burt found Kurt, after the police had been and taken all the necessary evidence and interviews, an ambulance takes Kurt to hospital.
He is in shock. The world is not real. Reality is foreign to him, but Sugar isn't.
She had seen Chandler leave from one of those single shop doors. The ones that just exist between shops. No number, no seeming reason for existing.
Chandler should have been flustered, but he wasn't. He walked in his own world. Stepping out from the exit, he brushed himself down. Turned, locked the door and then sat down on the pavement. He leans his head against the door, and closes his eyes for a few pensive moments.
"What am I going to do now? What will Kurt remember? What, if anything, did I forget?" his breath stops, his eyes open and he looks straight ahead. Across the road, and he's certain he's looking straight at Kurt, looking back at him. Eyes wide, blinking gently. No panic, no freaking out. He waves at Kurt, and he receives a wave back.
Sugar enjoys a sigh of relief. She knows people are mistaking her for Kurt. His navy, nautical jumper fits so well. She's been wearing her hair in a similar hat to his. It's not that she is becoming obsessed with wearing his things. She was cold, the gentleman he is, lent her his jumper. They have similar tastes.
Landing a clerical position at the hospital had been a dream come true. The ambulance guys were adorable. Brave, muscles on muscles. Reliable, respected. Hard working, and hard-ahem-working. It wasn't just the uniforms, that had her turning to jelly. It wasn't just the bravado and hero's that gave her butterflies.
When she looked at Kurt, this is what she saw too, even before giving him the gym voucher.
His everything was just so wonderfully gorgeous. He, just is. "I could sit and watch you for as long as. I wish I didn't have to sleep, but when I do you're there as well." Short trimmed hair, with side burns just in line with his eyes. His fringe is pulled into an Elvis style above his most wonderfully, expressionful forehead.
Despite his daily beauty routine, his face is perfectly blemish free. You'd have to look real close to see the development of any stubbles. His chin is so cute and perfect, a cherry tomato comes to her mind, yummy. And above that, just before his button nose is his adorably soft, delicate lips. Lips that kiss pure delight, soft yet demanding. Lips that hold sweet words and firm passion.
Even though one eye is slightly turned, his face is symmetrical. Such complicated words would dampen the mood, if you didn't know who was being described.
She found talking with Blaine, hurt, but hearing him describe how he saw Kurt, was delightful poetry. Talking with Sebastian, was teasing, hearing Sebastian describe Kurt, sounded like a recording from Blaine.
And Sebastian had noticed, too, that slight mark just under Kurt's left ear. And tracing over the mark, feeling with her fingers and kisses, every part of his neck, nibbling on his chin. The intoxication of him, had her in delights just from his memory.
Holding him, him holding her, their embraces were overwhelming at times. Reaching out to her, with confidence and certainty was exhilarating. Knowing what she does now, makes her proud and she allows herself the freedom of confidence too.
His eyes were determined, and when he listened, he did so with only occasional flickering of his lashes. That was the sign that told you, he's interested in what you have to say, but you're taking a little time to get to the point, but patiently he would still listen.
Respect is what Kurt embodied. Confidence, that had come with difficulty, but certainty is what he was. He knew who he was.
She shook his world and now, emotionally he was changing and growing.
He loved the way, she made him feel. "I feel so very, deeply, different with you, than when I was with Blaine. Sugar this is more than just a relationship, more than just being 'turned on'."
His discussions with her, with his Father, with his counsellor, were occasionally belying him. "As confusing as this might be for you, it's even more confusing for me." Circled conversations with Blaine awoke him, sometimes in a cold sweat.
"I didn't cheat on you. This is insane!" sitting in the choir room, legs crossed in his white cotton flocked, skin tight-oh-so-tight pants. Hands clasped and being held between those legs, his back resting comfortable against the chair.
All of this, showed Sugar how much of a man Kurt E Hummel is.
And working at the hospital had such benefits. The female ambulance ladies fed her feminine role models. It was the male ambulance officers, that fed her desire for him, until she could be with him again.
Now as she walks through the car park, she sees the normal collection of ambulances in the bays. But then there is that bright blue Chevy, with distinctive silver hub caps and love heart shaped exhaust pipe.
One moment she was instantly happy, the sight of his car always did that, it was like he was right in front of her, but then her face drops, knowing that there must be something very, very wrong.
She feels her heart skip beats wondering why Kurt's parents are getting out of his car, with a patient properties bag. Burt runs toward her, as she starts to faint.
~ Oh dear ~