Back in Noah's room…..
Kurt is singing softly to Noah. The soprano's voice is soft and soothing to both Rebecca and Noah.
The song is from Into The Woods and sung by Bernadette Peters (.com/watch?v=Gey1PtXYwLI)
How do you say
to your child in the night
Nothing is all black
but then nothing is all white?
How do you say it will all be alright
When you know that it mightn't be true?
What do you do?
Careful the things you say,
Children will listen.
Careful the things you do,
Children will see.
And learn.
Children may not obey,
But children will listen.
Children will look to you
For which way to turn,
To learn what to be.
Careful before you say,
Listen to me.
Children will listen.
Careful the wish you make,
Wishes are children.
Careful the path they take,
wishes come true,
Not free.
Careful the spell you cast,
Not just on children.
Sometimes the spell may last
Past what you can see
And turn against you...
Careful the tale you tell.
That is the spell.
Children will listen...
How can you say to a child who's in flight,
Don't slip away and I won't hold so tight?
What can you say that no matter how slight won't be misunderstood?
What do you leave to your child when you're dead
Only what ever you put in it's head
Things that your mother and father had said
Which were left to them too.
Careful what you say, children will listen
Careful you do it too,
children will see and learn.
Oh!
Guide them but step away
Children will glisten.
Temper with what is true
And children will turn,
If just to be free.
Careful before you say,
Listen to me.
Children will listen...
Children will listen!
Children,
children will listen
The last verse is almost a whisper as Kurt gently strokes Noah's Mohawk.
Noah's eyes are slightly open, his mind is fuzzy. He can feel Kurt's hand holding his own.
He feels Kurt's gentle touch in his hair and wants to nuzzle into it. It feels so good, so comforting.
He remembers Kurt's voice breaking through the fear and the rage in the hallway at school. The only voice that reached him and the only person that offered their help to him.
He squeezes Kurt's hand, his lips slightly upturned, "Kurt", his voice raspy and hoarse.
"Noah, you're awake!", Rebecca squeals, the happiness evident by the huge smile on her face.
"Hey kid", he smiles at his sister.
He points at the plastic cup on the table at the foot of the bed.
"Hey there", Kurt smiles at him, "take it easy Sleeping Beauty".
Kurt regrets the slip from the moment he says it, until he sees the small smile tugs at the full and cracked lips.
"You're the princess Kurt", Noah rasps out, "I am just the Beast".
Kurt knows they must have his former tormentor on some serious drugs for him to say that to him. He keeps that thought to himself and grabs the pitcher filling the glass half way.
Kurt holds the cup so that Noah can take a sip of water through the straw. He doesn't let him drink too much.
"Thank you, chaver".
Kurt raises an eyebrow at Noah not understanding the Hebrew term.
Noah pulls Rebecca to him, "You were so brave Becca, you told the truth, thank you".
"I thought you would be mad at me, cause I told Tom and Mrs. Cantrell what Momma did to you", her eyes are full of unshed tears.
"No Achoti, I could never be mad at you", Noah holds her close to him.
He cant hate his sister for getting them out of that house, for telling the truth.
"I need to go and let Tom know you are awake", Kurt feels Noah's hand grip his a little tighter, "I will be right back".
"Noah, I like Tom. He helped take you to the hospital and he has been here all night. So has Abby. I thought she was mean and crazy at first, but she kept you safe last night and she never let go of your hand either", Rebecca explains to Noah.
A memory of a soft hand, soft singing. She was the one who held him when he couldn't stop puking, cleaned him up afterwards. Abby.
Another memory…
Noah remembers Tom and the talk they had earlier. Tom held him while he cried tears of what? Joy? Happiness? Sadness? He still wasn't sure what emotions he was feeling.
But he does remembers feeling safe, feeling that it was okay to let it out.
Something he hasn't felt in a long time.
Willing and Wonderful by Mark Salling
Aint nobody
Gonna take this away
This thing we got going
Aint no one
Is changing my mind
Cuz I know we got it