Prompt: Mal Reynolds - "So why don't we just ignore each other until we go away" - 'Firefly'
Other than my music playing, the house was silent. The rest of the family was at Finn's football game, as were most of my friends, even Blaine. Normally, though I'm not much for football, I would be there too but not this time. Nor did I have any plans on being at any other games for the rest of the season. I wanted nothing to do with Finn and for the last week had been perfectly happy to pretend that he didn't exist. Just the other night at dinner my father had asked me how long I planned on ignoring him. My reply had been until we both went away to college.
Ignoring him had been easy to do as I was still angry with him for taking Rachel's side in the whole election debacle. Rachel had cost me the election and had caused people, even my father, to doubt my integrity. Even though she had come forward, and kept me from getting suspended, I still didn't have class president to put on my NYADA application. Without any significant achievement to set me apart, my chances of getting in were low. I think I ha a good case for being upset with her and yet Finn tried to defend her actions.
Well I didn't need either of them.
The ringing of my cell phone caught my attention. Seeing my dad's number on the screen I picked it up.
"Hey, Dad. What's up?"
"We're going to be late getting home. Finn took a hard hit in the game and we're at the emergency room."
Suddenly all the anger I felt at Finn melted away. "I'm on my way," I said into the phone, getting to my feet. I ended the call without giving my Dad a chance to say anything else, and after grabbing my keys hurried out to my car.
I got to the hospital quickly and hurried inside. A quick inquiry at the desk had me pointed in the direction of where Finn was. I quickly made my way that way and soon could see my father and Carole standing on either side of the gurney that Finn, who was thankfully awake, was lying on. Rushing forward, I threw my arms around him.
"I'm sorry for ignoring you this past week," I told him, as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. The prospect of not getting into NYADA was nothing compared to the thought of losing my stepbrother. "I love you," I added, feeling Finn's arms tighten around me.
"I love you too, Dude. But it's going to be okay. It's just a mild concussion. It's not my first one. It comes with the territory."
"A few days of rest and he's going to be fine, Kurt," Carole added.
"Though it looks like it may have knocked some sense into you instead of Finn," my father added, lightly as he rested his hand on my shoulder.