Gone and Back Again Chapter 5B
Title-Gone and Back Again
Disclaimer-Don't own Glee or Torchwood
Warnings-AU.Character death(Torchwood) Slash, Bullying and in later chapters maybe a bit of torture-Torchwood style. A couple of OC's.
Pairings-Eventual Kurt/Blaine Past Ianto/Jack-Past Gwen/Jack-Rhys/Gwen Unrequited Kurt/Jack.
Summary-In which Kurt remembers some unpleasent things and gets invited to a trip of a lifetime
Gone and Back Again Chapter 5B
Writing original songs would be tricky. Kurt loved music but he didn't have any talent in writing it or the lyrics. He already knew that whatever ballad Rachel wrote would be the one they be singing. Blaine and Kurt tried not to talk about Glee club but it was hard seeing as they were both excited for a chance to go to Nationals.
"No offence Blaine, but I really hope we win."
Blaine laughed, "Well I hope the Warblers win."
Kurt watched Blaine perform Misery with the Warblers, smiling. When the Warblers finished Kurt stood up and started a standing ovation for them; and then it was their turn to sing. Rachel of course ended up singing her own ballad without the rest of New Directions but it didn't really bother Kurt that much; he did have his own mini-solo after all.
"Push me up against the locker
And hey all I do is shake it off
I'll get you back when I'm your boss!"
It was the most fun Kurt experienced in months. When the governor's wife announced New Directions had won Kurt had jumped up and down, excited. They were going to New York. They were going to NATIONALS. Blaine had come up to him and hugged him in congratulations. Hours later, before going to bed Kurt drew a man in a suit playing the violin.
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Mr. Schue was horrible with math but Kurt didn't say anything. They wouldn't need that much but yes they did need to drum up some money. The Glee club decided to do a benefit sort of thing. Kurt knew it would fail but he didn't say anything. He really didn't want to burst his friends bubble. It wasn't until the day before the concert that Kurt got an idea and called Blaine,
"Hello, Blaine!"
"Kurt, hello! How are you?"
"I'm alright," Kurt grinned, "I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow."
"Nope-nothing."
"Great! How would you and some of your friends like to come and see New Directions perform?"
The night of the performance, Kurt was wandering the halls alone when he ran into Karofsky,
"Hummel."
"…Karofsky."
They stared at each other,
"What are you doing here?"
"Glee Club is putting on a benefit," he looked at the jocks clothing, "what are you doing here?"
Karofsky looked almost embarrassed,
"Pumping iron."
"Mmm…"Kurt moved aside, "well, I need to go-"
Before Kurt could blink Karofsky had grabbed his arm and pulled him closer,
"Why haven't you told?"
"Really?" Kurt rolled his eyes, "this again?" he twisted until he was out of the jocks grasp, "I told you why I didn't tell."
"It doesn't make any sense! Shouldn't you like, want revenge on me or something?"
Kurt shook his head, "I don't want you to suffer or anything," he sighed, "not to mention that if I do tell people you kissed me they go after me."
"Why?"
"Because I "infected" you with the gay."
Karofsky turned red and looked to the side, "Oh."
"Yea…oh. Now if you excuse me, I need to go finish getting ready."
The jock nodded and left. Kurt watched him before going to the choir room where he found chaos. Sunshine, apparently, wasn't going to come-big shock there. That and apparently, apart from some of Warblers, nobody came. Still they put on the show and despite its failure Kurt had fun.
"Sunset Boulevard, huh?"
"I've always loved that musical; As if we never said good-bye is one of my favorite songs."
Blaine smiled, "You sang it beautifully, Kurt. The guys really liked it;" Blaine laughed, "in fact, they were trying to convince me to steal you away to Dalton."
Kurt elbowed the shorter boy gently, "As if you could lure me away."
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As they sang "Born this Way" Kurt felt something trying to get out of his mind,
"It's-it's just him-no one else-just him."
The words resonated as a lie in his head. It made Kurt even more proud of his shirt.
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Blaine stared at his shirt,
"Wow-are you trying to say something or-?"
Kurt waved a hand at him, "Glee assignment; I would have gone home to change but I would have been late in meeting you," Kurt looked down at his shirt, "plus, it does make a fashion statement-don't you think so?"
"I'll say," Blaine touched his shirt, "never thought I'd see the day Kurt Hummel would voluntarily wear a Hane's shirt."
"Shut up and drink your coffee, Blaine."
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"Dude, I thought you were over Sam!"
Kurt looked at Finn as if he was crazy, "Um…what?"
His stepbrother looked around the living room before sitting next to Kurt,
"Rachel and I saw you coming out of a motel with Sam-"
Kurt gasped, "Finn Hudson were you and Rachel SPYING on me?"
"No!" Finn bit his lip, "We didn't know it be you! I mean, I knew that Quinn-"
Groaning Kurt closed his eyes, "Listen closely, and carefully, Finn," he looked at the taller teen, "there is NOTHING going on between me and Sam. I'm helping him with something and so is Quinn. She isn't cheating on you or anything."
Shifting Finn said, "Are you sure? I mean Sam and Quinn-"
"Finn I can promise you that Quinn is not cheating on you."
"Well…ok," Finn smiled, "Since our parents aren't here can we-"
"We're not going to order Pizza. There's chicken in the refrigerator, Finn."
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Burt was going over the books when someone cleared his throat,
"Hello, Mr. Hummel."
"Blaine, hello," Burt looked behind the boy but he didn't see his father, "where's your father?"
"Ah well," Blaine chuckled, "I came here on my own, actually."
"Ok," Burt came out from behind the desk, "you want me to look at your car then?"
Blaine shook his head, "Actually I came here because Mrs. Hummel told me that I could find-"
"Blaine!"
"Kurt!"
Burt watched his son practically run into Blaine's arms.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yes," Kurt turned to his father, "I've finished the inventory and it looks like everything is in order-"
"Whoa kid, whoa," Burt said, "Where are you going?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Remember that a couple of weeks ago I asked you if I could go see a play with a friend?"
"Yes but-"Burt frowned and thought about mentioning that Kurt never told him he'd be going with a BOY-especially not the boy Burt found in his son's bed not too long ago, "Alright…what time will you be back?"
"Before midnight," Kurt buttoned up his sweater, "and yes, I promise to either call or text you at least once every hour."
Nodding Burt clapped his son's shoulder,
"OK buddy," he said before turning to Blaine, "Nice to see you, Blaine. You guys enjoy yourselves."
"Your Dad seems really cool."
Kurt grinned, "He's be the best Dad I could have asked for," he chuckled, "I was so afraid of coming out to him but I didn't have anything to worry about, really. Dad said he knew since I was three and that even if he didn't understand, he still loved me."
Blaine hummed. Kurt noticed that his friend's hands were gripping the steering wheel tight. He remembered how Blaine flinched when Mr. Anderson made that comment about Kurt working by his father's side.
"Are-are you ok, Blaine?"
"Yep," Blaine turned to him with false cheer, "so, any plans for tomorrow?"
Kurt let the matter slide for the moment.
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"That was incredible," Kurt giggled as he climbed into the passenger's seat, "I'm so glad we were able to come," he looked at the clock, "too bad I have to go home now."
"It was pretty fun," Blaine agreed, "we should come again some other time."
As soon as they were on the highway Kurt said,
"Blaine-can…can I ask you something somewhat personal?"
"I…suppose so, yes."
Kurt took a big breath before asking,
"Do you and your Dad get along ok?"
Blaine didn't say anything for a couple of minutes.
"Oh my God," Kurt flailed a little bit, "I'm so sorry, Blaine. I shouldn't have-"
"No, no it's," his friend sighed, "It's fine you just caught me off guard, that's all."
"If you don't want to answer-"
Blaine looked at Kurt, a sad smile on his face,
"I'm going to be honest with you, Kurt. I'm kind of jealous of the relationship you have with your father."
Kurt waited for Blaine to continue,
"My Dad is 70 years old, Kurt-My Mom is 68."
"70 years-wow," Kurt blinked, "I mean I knew he was older than my Dad but I thought he was like, 60 or something."
"He was 53 when I was born. My mom was 51," Blaine licked his lips, "They never wanted kids."
Kurt winced but Blaine kept talking,
"It's not that they don't love me-I know they love me it's just-"Blaine shrugged, "They never quite knew how to deal with me. Neither of them had ever had any experience with a child."
Kurt patted Blaine's thigh.
"My Dad plans to retire as soon; He wants me to run his company. I'm still not sure if I want any part of it."
"Ah," that comment in the garage made sense now.
"Mom just wants me to find a nice, classy boy that I can show off at the country club."
"So," Kurt smiled, "they don't care if you're gay."
"I think they just took it as something else they didn't understand about having a kid."
Blaine didn't say anything more and Kurt didn't ask. When they were ten minutes away from his house Blaine asked,
"Remember when I went to your house that one day? After Rachel kissed me in the cafe? You got sick and I went to your house, to see how you were."
"Yes…" Kurt said.
"Do you remember those drawings you had posted on your wall?"
"Vaguely, yea."
"Who are they?"
Kurt felt something in him clench,
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Blaine looked uncomfortable, "You said they hurt you."
"Did I?"
"Yea; you did."
Kurt tried to laugh,
"I just have weird dreams sometimes."
Blaine glanced at him, "Oh?"
Kurt sighed, "I dream about death and-and people that I've never met but I know existed," he looked up at Blaine, "it's a little freaky to be honest."
"Sounds like it," Blaine drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, "so…you draw what you dream?"
"Basically."
Kurt shifted in his seat, not all comfortable talking about what he dreamed on occasions. Thankfully, Blaine seemed to pick up on his anxiety and dropped the subject. They sang the rest of the way home.
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When Will saw Mr. Hummel coming towards him, he got worried.
"Hello, Mr. Hummel; is there something I can do for you?"
The older man grunted,
"I'm gonna pay for Kurt and Finn to have their own room while in New York."
Mr. Schue blinked, "Why?"
Mr. Hummel blew out a breath, "My son tends to sleepwalk; I don't want him to be around other people," the older man frowned at Will, "I'm hoping you could try and keep an eye on him too."
"…Sure, of course."
With a nod, Mr. Hummel left. Mr. Schue put the conversation out of his mind.
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"Are you guys sure you have everything you need?"
Carole looked at the suitcases,
"Finn did you pack your outfit?"
"Yes mom."
"Toothbrush? Socks? Underwear? Deodorant?"
Finn rolled his eyes,
"Yes, Mom."
Carole looked at Kurt,
"You'll look out for him?"
"Hey!"
Kurt laughed, "I will."
Sighing Carole hugged Finn before hugging Kurt. After she let them go, Burt pulled Finn into a one armed hug before enveloping his son,
"You'll call if anything goes wrong, right?"
"Yes, Dad."
Chuckling his Dad let him go,
"I'm proud of you guys. I know you'll do great."
Finn lit up, "Thanks, Burt."
Kurt hummed, "Yes. Thanks Dad."
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While waiting at the airport, Blaine called Kurt and they talked until was time to get on the plane. When Kurt stepped out into the city he felt at home. Since it was late, the Glee club went straight to the hotel. Before going to sleep Kurt texted Blaine,
New York is gorgeous-wish you could be here
Four minutes later, he got a reply
Wish I could be there too x Blaine
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Will was about to go into his room when Finn came running up to him,
"Mr. Schue, Mr. Schue!"
"Finn? Why aren't you-"
"It's Kurt!" Finn licked his lips, "I-he started sleepwalking but now he's…I don't know, quietly freaking out and it's weird, and kind of scary cause he keeps talking in Welsh and-"
"Ok, ok," Will started walking towards the room, Finn right behind him. The door was ajar so Mr. Schue went in,
"Kurt?"
His student looked up at him, eyes dark. He was shaking and there were tears running down his cheeks. There was an open sketchbook in front of Kurt.
"Are you ok?"
Kurt spoke in another language.
"Kurt?"
Instead of answering him, Kurt went back to drawing. Confused Mr. Schue looked over Kurt's shoulder. On the page was a man in a fancy suit with his head down; there was blood on the man's hands.
"Oh…"
"Um," Finn sat down behind Kurt, "he draws stuff like this all the time when he sleepwalks."
Mr. Schue didn't know what to say or do.
"Do-do I wake him up?"
Before Finn could answer Kurt stood up and plopped down on his bed, sniffling. Within seconds he was asleep. Mr. Schue felt as if he had stepped into a paranormal documentary.
"Mr. Schue?" Finn looked at him, "I think Kurt is done."
"Does-doe she always do this?"
"Kind of yea-" shivering, Finn looked over at his step-brother, "sometimes he, draws like, even creepier things like body parts in refrigerators, or guns pointing at people or stuff like that."
Will felt a little sick, "Ok…do we-do I do anything now or?"
"No, no…he won't remember tomorrow anyways. Thanks for coming here though."
"Sure."
When Mr. Schue got back to his own room he tried to forget what he saw.
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"I was thinking of sneaking into the theater."
Kurt could hear Blaine's shock,
"Please tell me you're joking…"
"Of course not!" Kurt huffed and laid down on the bed, "I want to see it SO BADLY! I'll probably take Rachel with me too; she wouldn't shut up if I got to see it and she didn't."
"That's nice of you."
"I try," Kurt sighed, "I do miss my Dad though; and Carole," he blushed, "and you."
"Aw, I miss you too Kurt. It's been really lonely here without you. Nobody else here appreciates coffee the way you do."
Licking coffee off of Jack's lips, sucking it off his tongue, the smell of it, sharing a coffee with Tosh, putting salt in Owen's cup-
"Kurt? Hello? Are you there?"
"Yea, yea," Kurt smiled, "sorry, I guess I'm more tired than I thought. New York is MAGICAL."
His friend chuckled,
"I should probably let you sleep then."
"Alright-I'll call you after the competition tomorrow, ok?"
"Good luck," Blaine said, "I know you guys will do great."
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New Directions didn't even get into the top 10. It stung and they were all disappointed but there was nothing that can be done. When Blaine called an hour after they got back to the hotel,
"So? How did you guys do?"
Kurt groaned and threw an arm over his eyes,
"We didn't win," Kurt paused, "we didn't even get into the top 10, Blaine."
"Oh I'm sorry, Kurt."
"I'm so disappointed," rolling onto his stomach Kurt sighed, "then again…we didn't really rehearse that much-an hour if that. Not to mention the kiss between Finn and Rachel-"
Blaine gasped, "They kissed? I thought they weren't dating! Tell me everything."
So Kurt told Blaine how Finn and Rachel kissed and how Jesses had show up afterwards and how everyone was depressed and-
Something smashed outside and Kurt heard Santana yelling,
"Uh, Blaine I need to go. I think Santana is about to lose it. I'll see you Sunday at the coffee shop, ok?"
"Alright Kurt-can't wait to see you."
Kurt grinned, "Me neither."
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"I don't get it," Blaine shook his head, "you guys lost but you don't seem that upset."
Kurt had just spent a good hour and a half telling Blaine EVERYTHING that had happened.
"Well…I got to ride on the plane for the first time. I sang on a Broadway stage, I got to run all over New York City…" Kurt smiled, "I had a great time."
Blaine grabbed his hand,
"I'm glad you had fun, Kurt. Although I have to say, I'm glad your back. I missed you."
"I missed you too, Blaine."
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As soon as Kurt was out of school, he started working in his father's garage from 8 till 5. Afterwards he would go hang out with Mercedes, or Tina or someone else from Glee. Most likely than not Blaine would tag along; or Kurt and Blaine would just stay in the basement watching movies or listening to music. In July, Kurt let Blaine thumb through some of his sketchbooks. Blaine looked at each drawing carefully.
"Oh wow," Blaine smiled, "where did you see the water tower? Online?"
Kurt was confused, "What do you mean?"
"The water tower-it's in Cardiff. I've seen it."
"It-" Kurt swallowed, "It exists?"
"Yea. It's by Mermaid Quay."
Driving the SUV right to it, Owen and Jack getting in,
I was taught never to speak ill of the dead-even if they're still around to speak for themselves.
"You didn't know?"
"No I just sat down and drew it one day."
Five minutes later Blaine said,
"You draw these people a lot."
Kurt sat down next to Blaine to look at the drawing.
"I…dream about them a lot."
Blaine squinted, "What does that say, in the background?"
"Torchwood."
Blaine blinked, "Interesting," he put the sketchbook down, "You're really talented Kurt. Honestly your drawings look more like pictures!"
"Thanks," Kurt said, "You should consider yourself lucky. I don't let anyone see what I draw."
"Really?"
"Yea," Kurt smiled, "I mean, my Dad's seen my work but he rarely looks over my books."
"Wow-I'm honored."
Humming Blaine scooted closer,
"Kurt there's something I want to ask you."
"Yea?"
Blaine blew out a breath,
"My family-well we go on this trip every year during the summer," Blaine shrugged, "my Dad does a lot of business over there and Mom always tags along so I'm usually left to my own devices. I'm allowed to invite friends to keep me company. Wes and David have tagged along in past years-"
"Blaine?" Kurt grinned at his friend, "You're not really making any sense."
"Ok," with a laugh Blaine gripped Kurt's shoulders, "Kurt-would you like to go to London with me?"
"L-London?"
If it's aliens, it's our-for queen and country-DELETE DELETE-EXTERMINATE
Kurt jumped up and clapped his hands, euphoric,
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I'd love to go to London with you and your family!"
Blaine stood up, "Awesome!" he pulled Kurt into a hug, "when should we ask your Dad for permission?"
And with that sentence Kurt's euphoria crashed.
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After Blaine left Kurt got busy in the kitchen and started cooking the all meat, three cheese lasagna his father loved so much. It was crucial that his Dad be in a good mood before Kurt asked him if he could go to London with Blaine. When it was time for dinner, his father was surprised,
"Wow, Kurt," he frowned, "wait you're not going to give me a salad or something right?"
"Nope-as long as you eat the right portions, you'll be good," Kurt handed his Dad a plate, "so eat up!"
Burt threw him a suspicious look, "Thanks, kid."
The food definitely put Kurt's father in a good mood.
"That was great, Kurt. You really outdid yourself, buddy."
"Yes," Carole patted his hand, "you'll have to show me how you make it sweetheart."
"Dude," Finn groaned, "can you like, make this every single day? Cause that was awesome."
"I might be persuaded to make it once every six months."
Finn whined, "Every six months?"
"More like every time Kurt wants something," Kurt winced and looked at his father, "isn't that right, Kurt?"
"Well there is something I wanted to ask you, yes."
Burt rolled his eyes, "Alright-how much money do you want?"
"Actually, Dad-"Kurt leaned in, "Blaine asked me something today-"
"Oh?"
Burt frowned,
"Yes; so Blaine told me that he and his parents take a trip to London every year and-well he invited me and," Kurt went to his father side and hugged him, "Can I go, please, please, please can I go?"
"London?"
"Dad, PLEASE!"
His father stood up,
"No."
Kurt followed Burt to the living room,
"Please Dad? It's not like you don't know his father or anything! Mr. Anderson is a good guy, right?"
Burt shook his head,
"London is VERY far away Kurt."
Pouting Kurt sat down,
"I know Dad, I know but…I really, REALLY want to go!" before his Dad could say anything Kurt continued, "I swear, I'll be really, really careful and that I'd call you every day and-"
Burt closed his eyes and pinched his nose,
"You REALLY want to go?"
"YES!"
Kurt's father clicked his tongue, "Let me talk to Mr. Anderson first, ok kid?"
"Is that a maybe?"
"Until I talk to Mr. Anderson that's all you're going to get."
Letting out a breath Kurt nodded, "I can live with that," he said, "…can you call him sometime today, maybe?"
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Burt was glad that both Mr. and Mrs. Anderson came to the shop to talk to him.
"Mr. Anderson," Burt shook his hand first, "Mrs. Anderson."
"Maria, please," said Mrs. Anderson, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel."
"Please," Burt motioned to the chairs, "sit."
As soon as they sat down Burt started,
"So your son invited my son to England."
"Yes," Maria smiled, "We take the trip every year; usually Blaine invites one of the Warblers to go with us but this year he wanted to ask Kurt."
"Yea," Burt sighed, "My son really wants to go but-London is far and-"
"Mr. Hummel I understand," Mr. Anderson shrugged, "you're worried, I know. But I promise you that we'll look out for Kurt. We won't leave him alone. Either my wife, Blaine or I will always be with him."
Burt nodded, "You're just going to London?"
Mr. Anderson shook his head, "Only for a week; after that we'll be going to Cardiff-it's not far, a couple of hours at most."
"Cardiff?"
"It's in Wales-it's all part of the UK."
"Wales huh?" Burt frowned, "You guys or Blaine would ALWAYS be with him?"
"Of course! And don't worry," Maria winked, "they'll be in separate rooms."
Burt laughed, "That's good," he rolled his shoulders, "alright-I'll let Kurt go."
"Oh Blaine will be so happy!" Maria said. Just as they were standing up Burt remembered,
"Wait, wait-" both of them sat back down again, "If Kurt is going to go I-well I need to tell you that my son sometimes, "Burt cleared his throat, "he sleepwalks."
Maria blinked, "Really? Does he do it often?"
"Sometimes he does it once a week-sometimes once a month or every day. He does tend to sleepwalk more during the summer."
"That's ok," Mr. Anderson said, "we'll make sure he doesn't hurt himself."
"Kurt's never hurt himself-he just," Burt winced, "draws weird things or speaks in Welsh, or whatever."
"Welsh?" Maria grinned, "I didn't know Kurt spoke Welsh! When did he learn?"
"I've no idea," Burt chuckled, "Apparently he's been speaking it since he was five or something."
"Maybe he could help us out in Cardiff then," Mr. Anderson said, "We haven't been able to pick up any Welsh."
"Yea," Burt stood, "I'll tell Kurt he's allowed to go tonight then."
Maria grinned, "And we'll tell Blaine."
Kurt had nearly screamed Burt's ears off when he was told he could go with Blaine. When Kurt had finished thanking his father he had run down to his room to call Blaine. His friend picked up on the first ring,
"Blaine, Blaine guess what?"
"You can go to London!"
"YES!" Kurt frowned, "Wait how did you know?"
"My parents told me," Blaine laughed, "This is AWESOME Kurt! We are going to have such a great time. I can't wait to show you around London and Cardiff."
The sea, Weevils, Cybermen, Daleks, the rift, TARDIS, Tosh, Owen, Gwen, JACK
With a smile, Kurt closed his eyes and let himself fall back on his bed, "Oh Blaine this trip is going to be great; I can feel it."
Chapter6A