Music Inspiration: Get Back, sung by Rachel and Kurt in Season 5, ep 2.
Rating and Warning: M for mature adult stuff and language.
Ownership: I don't own Glee the original tv series. If I did, there would be a crack down on slushies. But my imagination I do, despite what the Plot Bunnies may say.
Dedication: For those who can't decide who they're attracted to, those who lie to themselves. And those not brave enough to act on their impulses.
I don't have any association with anyone for music. I've purchased all that I listen to. But if you're going to buy anything, please don't go down the pirate road. Worst thing to do. I don't ship pirates. So read, enjoy, review.
Apparently some readers are having difficulty following this story. Um! However, as all things in life often happen, we go back and forward in time with thoughts and memories. I don't have a specific time frame that I work in, with this story. Plot Bunnies take me down their rabbit hole and this is what you get. If you're new here, go back to the beginning of the book. So maybe you want to slow down your reading, if its too fast. Take a real breath at commas. To refresh myself, I read the chapter twice. Or go back and forward with chapters, I don't know. When I get printed, I'll send you a copy. Just leave your details in my pm and free postage if you review. (har di har)

~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 17 The Artist in Residence ~

Kurt is sitting at his easel, getting ready for putting his brush into the paints and onto canvas. He plays with the feel of the handle, it's an old one, with horse hairs that are from a century ago. His grandma said it had been used by Claude Monet himself.

As he absently picks up the paint and applies it to his pallet, a song comes to mind and he sings as if he had never stopped. "Say goodbye to not knowing when hmmm, something da da daaaaa…."

He trails off, not noticing the words or harmony blend with a piano nowhere to be seen. His brush connects with the canvas, he glides it's movement with ease. And a scenery appears. "And I remember the love that you gave me, the way that you changed me," sighs of happiness in between, "meeee, I rememberrrrrr! I learned to let go of the illusion that we can possess and I remember happiness, I remember. Now that I'm standing on my own, I remember."

He stops moving as the sunlight has caught his attention, coming to his eyes via the crystal vase. It's a vase that is refreshed daily. Some days bouquets of poppies or lilies or daffodils. The blend of single colours, with his mood is soothing.

Kurt doesn't hear his studio door open, he doesn't see Sugar approach. Coincidentally when she finally does speak, he drops the pallet and the paint splatters around. His mind is thrown back to high school days, when he was still discovering how arguing with her in class would develop to a crush.

This scene was like so many other occasions, but one memory sticks. The one he had caught up to her, before she managed to flee the building.

"Sugar, wait up?"

"What?"

He walks toward her and took her hands. The heat from his were intense, hers seemed so cold. He held her wrists tightly and started inspecting them all over, as if looking for a missing link.

He clasped them together and pulled them to his chest. She could feel his heart beating so hard. Her cheeks burned and hiccupped her breath. She was certain her knees would give out from under her.

Still looking down, he breaks the silence as he says, "I'm frightened of ..., I need to tell you something."

"You needn't bother. Your feelings are obvious, the way you ridicule me like you did in there." And she nods toward to the corridor, indicating the classroom direction.

"I'm sorry, that's false bravado. I just..." he falters and brings her in for an embrace. Looking deep into her eyes, left and right so quickly. She's starting to relax, he continues. "Sugar, you, umm you move me! And I ..." as quick as lightning, left hand holds her as he pulls himself into her, right hand holds her firmly and then he kisses her forcefully.

There was not much surprise from her, she'd been wanting this for so long. And now, ... now, ... oh God! Kurt was finally acting out what he wanted too.

Coming back to now, Sugar moves him like a doll. "Kurt, let me sit you by the fire. Here put the woolen blanket around your shoulders." No resistance when he's in this state. He looks at her and blinks, occasionally smiling. Letting himself be guided by her. She'd been his carer for many intense months, after being discharged from the hospital.

As the year had progressed, she'd been able to resume part time, to her before life. Her life before Chandler had tried to ruin Kurt's life, their life.

She cleans up the mess from the dropped pallet. Standing in front of the easel she admires how his scenes are improving. Sometimes they're just blurs of colour, no formal shapes to recognize. Other times they depict exactly how he had been found, looking through his eyes at those who found him.

The crackling of the fire makes her sleepy. As she comforts him on the couch, his head in her lap, she rests her head back, allowing her mind to wander.

And this is what she clearly remembers, as if it were yesterday. She sits in a chair, sleeping awkwardly alongside his hospital bed. He lays there, semi upright, induced coma state, arms straight down. One on either side of his torso.

Her right arm is stretched holding his left hand, his other hand directly under her sleeping mouth. This one is wet, from her tears, fallen even while she sleeps.

The nurse looks on the couple, as she makes all her necessary observation notes. The saline drip is adjusted, it does it's job well. The nurse's painted nails are unnoticed today, by management.

The heart monitor beeps gently and she writes down his blood pressure readings. She feels his forehead "Hmm! Clammy!" Feeling the pulse of his neck, on his left, she looks at his closed eyes, sees movement and his lids twitching. She leaves the room immediately.

His feet are twitching and he's trying to move his knees. The blankets are heavy and Sugar is heavier. His heart starts to race with the surge of adrenaline, pumping anxiety through his mind. The machines start to increase their sounds of beeps and alarming notifications. Sugar jumps with the startle expected from such a situation. Her heart is racing too, and she aches from an uncomfortable deep sleep angle.

Finally his eyes have opened, sounds and mouth movements are not possible. "What's going on? Kurt, I'm here sweetie," This horrible experience has him looking at her with wild panic and scrunching his hands. "I'm here. Kurt you're alright now." Kisses to his forehead and cheeks, desperation to calm him.

The doctors and nurses come at the same time Sugar presses the pager. His eyes throw back as cardiac arrest begins.

Later he would experience recurring nightmares, it would be his minds inability to make sense of what had happened. Hallucinations upon waking, would be the worst for Sugar. Helping him heal is her top priority.

His new passion for psychedelic art and complex music choices would find a new Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, living life to the full.

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