Woaa, I haven't posted a chapter to this story since 2011! But I re-read it after getting some more reviews, and I really have to finish what I started here. Keep in mind this is old, as in – waaaay before the glee kids even graduated McKinley. Back when they were still genuine losers, and before the glammed up the whole show. Please drop me a line in the review sections ^^
Decisions We Made
22 hours earlier …
Everyone does it – when you spot an old friend or acquaintance walking towards you on the sidewalk, or standing a few meters ahead of you in a line for coffee. Everyone would look away, or find sudden fascination in typing something extremely absorbing and distracting onto their phone. Anything to avoid that awkward encounter. But when Kurt met Dave, things seemed somewhat different than they'd expected.
It had been 2 hours already – or two minutes, Kurt wasn't sure – that he had accidentally spilled his coffee all over Dave. And still, there they were, chatting away about current events, people and their own lives. "I don't know Kurt, I guess maybe I spend too much time looking at myself through my parents eyes … it's hard not to" – "I know what you mean, I'm an only kid and my mother died so my dad looks at me like I'm the only remaining thing that might succeed in his life" Kurt took a slight breathe in, feeling like he might've crossed a line just then. "No, I mean … my father has his business and stuff, I'm being too harsh. He's doing a …" – "No don't. I mean. You don't have to … be careful of what you say. Not around me, please. It's fine."
Everyone does it – but this time, Kurt was coming around to this meet-cute at a sharp turn.
22 hours earlier …
Santana starred into her mirror for a long time. The two of them had made a decision, and in less than 24 hours things were going to be completely different. She felt scared, like she was walking into something she might regret. But then again – she won't be able to regret it, will she?
There was a loud series of bangs against the bathroom door that startled her to the bone. "GET THE HELL OUT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? YOU AIN'T GOT NO CHANCES OF WASHING ALL O' THAT SLUTTY OFF OF YOU. GET OUT!"
She would have shouted back normally, she would've banged the door harder and put up a fight. But today – Santana didn't have it in her. It was all going to be over soon …
Present …
Shuester took a seat behind his desk as Blaine made his way into his office. "Mr. Shuester, it isn't true. I promise you, I know what it looked like, but I didn't do anything. I just happened to …" – "Blaine. Please …" The boy fell silent, and simply sat down slowly, trying to keep in the tiers that were burning to come out.
"Alright, Blaine. Start from the beginning …" – "I. I … ehm … I got a call from an old friend, Sarah. She … she saw …"
12 hours later …
Sue stood in her doorway. Silent.
She hated hospitals. She always had, and probably always will. Since her sister had first been admitted, to this exact moment. She hated the way doctors spoke to her absent-mindedly, like they had something better or more urgent to do. She hated how everything smelled neutral and the same. She hated the sweet smile of pity on the faces of every single bimbo nurse. She hated everything about hospitals.
"You! Yeah, you, Blondie. No, not you, the one with the pornographic chest. Yeah, you – bring me a chair. Now" The nurse looked a bit confused, but hurried to go fetch a chair.
Sue stepped inside, and went to stand by Santana's bed. She grabbed her hand.
The wrists were wrapped entirely in white cotton bandaid.