fic: Peaches, Chapter 4
Title: Peaches, Chapter Four
Author: finurtchel
Rating: R (mainly to keep the whole story together as later chapters are the R parts)
Spoilers: none in this chapter, really.
Warnings: nothing, really....
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary: Finn is involved in a fender-bender while driving Kurt's car.
Author's Comments: Here is the long-awaited next installment! I hope you enjoy this. I'm sorry if you find the change from third person (which is sort of like a narrator section in the beginning) to first person (Finn's P.O.V) a bit strange. I was experimenting, and I'm not sure if it works but just thought I'd try another approach. Please review and tell me what you think! Oh, and sorry for the shortness of it. The next chapter will be longer, I promise!
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Light burst through the windows of the emergency room the next morning, blanketing the three figures still in the room with a soft illumination. Everything was all white, the sun touching the dust motes floating dizzyingly in the air. They swept by the only female in the room, a slightly plump woman who was sitting back in her chair, one hand stretched across the hospital bed and the other tucked under her head, a pillow of comfort at a time like this. Then, as the light shifted and the sun rose, it flashed onto the grasping hands of two boys, one slender and asleep with his head lying close to the other boy’s, whose face was upturned to the ceiling, looking so peaceful that he could have been dead.
The slender boy mumbled something intelligible in his sleep and his hand squeezed the other boy’s as if in attempt to coax him awake, but he did not respond, bar a small quiver of a hardly noticeable smile. Slowly, as the sun continued to illuminate the room, the smaller boy’s head rose and he gazed forlornly at the bigger boy’s sleeping face. Timidly, the boy, with lines of pain and guilt cutting across his forehead, reached forwards and stroked the sleeping boy’s face. He didn’t stir at his touch, but the smaller boy couldn’t be perturbed. He continued to gently stroke the face that he so clearly adored, judging by the hidden glint in his eyes and the water jewel that spilled out of his eyes at the sight of his condition. It would be apparent to anyone that might have been watching the scene that the petite boy was going to do anything he could to take care of the one person he clearly loved more than anyone else in the world; because, despite all they’d been through, the older boy was all that he wanted.
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One hour later
I opened my eyes, squinting in the sudden brightness. Hardly able to see, I looked around to see a blurry face that seemed to be looking in my direction. My head started to throb and I could hear a soft voice, but I couldn’t understand what it was saying.
I squeezed my eyes shut and out hands over my ears for a few seconds before opening my eyes again. The world was so strange right now, where the hell was I?
The face in front of me still looked blurry so I blinked my eyes and squinted, trying to get in focus. Finally, after a lot of blinking and squinty (my eyes really hurt now) the face comes into focus and I see who it is.
Kurt frowns at me gently and his voice is suddenly there, like it’d been turned up on a stereo or something.
“… Finn? Are you alright?” he asks me, leaning forwards and touching my hand.
I jerk my hand back, feeling sicker than ever and I don’t even know why. My stomach is turning and I really want to vomit right now. Well, not really, because who really wants to vomit? I mean, it’s disgusting, isn’t it? Anyway…
I look at Kurt and he’s chewing his lip and even in my state I can tell he’s trying not to look upset about me pulling my hand away. I don’t know why I did. I really want to hold it.
Damn, I’m screwed.
Kurt leans closer towards me and repeats himself, and it’s not even in the proud way he usually talks; he just sounds all soft, like fairy floss. “Finn, how are you feeling?” He asks me, smiling and looking as concerned as I’ve ever seen Kurt in my life. He looks… he looks… damn this! He looks so beautiful.
I stare at him and his face blushes a deep red and it’s really pretty and I’m spending so much time thinking about it that I can hardly remember that I should probably talk before he thinks I’ve gone into a shock or whatever.
“I feel… I feel weird… I’m hurting…” I mumbled, looking away from him because he’s totally blinding me and I can’t think straight with that in my sights.
“I’m really sorry that this happened, Finn,” Kurt said, still so gently, “you don’t deserve feeling like this. You’re too good.”
I look at him, my heart rising, and reached forwards to touch his hand that was still resting on the bed beside me. He smiled at this and wrapped his thin, soft fingers around my hand and I think I pretty much just died right there.
“I… I’m sorry…” I mumbled, glancing at him nervously. “…about your - your car, Kurt.”
Kurt smiled and stroked a finger across my hand gently before saying, “don’t be silly, you’re much more important to me than a car, so much more special.”
I blinked at him and my heart started racing and I didn’t know what to do or what to say (because I’m too dumb to come up with something in such short notice) so I say the next thing that comes to mind, which is definitely the wrong thing to say.
“Has Rachel been to visit?” I blurt and Kurt’s face falls and he gently slips his hand out from under mine and clasps his hands together in his lap.
“No, she hasn’t,” he replies, looking at me boldly. “I’m not sure she even knows you’re here yet. But, your mum and I have been here all night.”
“Oh. You have?” I look around the room, but Mum isn’t there.
“She’s in the cafeteria,” Kurt explained. “Needed coffee. She’ll be back soon or I can go and get her and ring Rachel if you don’t want me here.” He moved to stand up but -
“No!” I blurted loudly, making Kurt jump slightly. He looked at me in surprise.
“Umm… don’t go, please… I need… I need company,” I mumbled, and he smiled and slowly sat back down again, crossing his legs in such a Kurt-ish pose I would have laughed outloud if I could summon more of the energy I’d already used up.
“Thanks,” I said, smiling at Kurt.
He nodded, his eyes twinkling, but he was frowning.
“What… what’s wrong?” I asked, wearily, leaning further into the pillows and rubbing my eyes sleepily.
Kurt didn’t reply straight away. He looked like me a little the way he was trying to form a sentence in his mind, his lips forming words that I could never understand, but then he just shook his head and smiled at me before saying, “so, what was the big surprise?”
I turned red and looked away. I might not be smart and I might not really remember how I got to be in this hospital bed, but I sure as hell could remember the reason for it.
“Umm… well… it’s kind of embarrassing…” I mumbled, not looking at Kurt and looking at the blue sky out the window instead.
Kurt didn’t reply and I could tell he was waiting for me to tell him and I knew that this was Kurt and he wasn’t going to let it slip.
I sighed and mumbled at the window, “I was… I was trying to do something nice… for you. You know, to… to make up for everything that’s been happening between us lately…. I wanted to make things a bit better… so I came up with this… this plan.”
I glanced at Kurt and he was watching me, his cheeks a little red and his eyes sparkling, but there was something in his face that looked painful and I didn’t understand what it meant.
“And, so, what was your big plan?” Kurt whispered, his voice cracking a little.
I cleared my throat. Here goes.
“Well… you know those… organic peaches you love?”
Kurt nodded, frowning at me.
“I… I was going to buy… a whole basket of them for you…” I mumbled. “And I was going to wrap them up all nice… and write on a card, too…”
Kurt smiled at me. “That’s a very sweet idea, Finn,” he said quietly.
I shrugged and sighed. “Well… it didn’t really work out. There was only one peach left and I had to use some cardboard I found in your car for the card…but anyway, I guess the peach got squished in the car, anyway.”
Kurt laughed and reached forwards to grip my hand again, looking at me gently before saying, “it’s the thought that counts. And it’s very sweet of you… but…” he paused for a second, “…I wish you hadn’t done it,” he added.
I blinked at him. “What? Why not? Don’t you want things to be better?”
Kurt smiled reassuringly. “Of course, but… this,” he gestured to my being on the hospital bed, “hardly seems worth a few peaches...” he seemed about to add something else before he quickly just said, “I’d much rather that you were all in one piece.”
I processed this before nodding. “Yeah… I guess… but… Kurt…” I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “…if I were still in one piece… you’d probably still hate me… wouldn’t you?” I said sadly before quickly adding, “Unless, of course, you still hate me now because I can totally understand -“
Kurt reached forwards and put his hand across my mouth. I jumped back and he seemed to jump too but then he just quickly said, “no, Finn, I don’t hate you and I never really did. I just tried to hate you, but it didn’t work.”
I stared at him, my heart palpitating. “W-why not?” I asked him.
But just as he opened his mouth to reply, someone burst through the room with the sound of a shrill sob and it wasn’t someone I particularly wanted to see at all.
Chapter Five: Lies and Slight Confessions
Author: finurtchel
Rating: R (mainly to keep the whole story together as later chapters are the R parts)
Spoilers: none in this chapter, really.
Warnings: nothing, really....
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary: Finn is involved in a fender-bender while driving Kurt's car.
Author's Comments: Here is the long-awaited next installment! I hope you enjoy this. I'm sorry if you find the change from third person (which is sort of like a narrator section in the beginning) to first person (Finn's P.O.V) a bit strange. I was experimenting, and I'm not sure if it works but just thought I'd try another approach. Please review and tell me what you think! Oh, and sorry for the shortness of it. The next chapter will be longer, I promise!
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Light burst through the windows of the emergency room the next morning, blanketing the three figures still in the room with a soft illumination. Everything was all white, the sun touching the dust motes floating dizzyingly in the air. They swept by the only female in the room, a slightly plump woman who was sitting back in her chair, one hand stretched across the hospital bed and the other tucked under her head, a pillow of comfort at a time like this. Then, as the light shifted and the sun rose, it flashed onto the grasping hands of two boys, one slender and asleep with his head lying close to the other boy’s, whose face was upturned to the ceiling, looking so peaceful that he could have been dead.
The slender boy mumbled something intelligible in his sleep and his hand squeezed the other boy’s as if in attempt to coax him awake, but he did not respond, bar a small quiver of a hardly noticeable smile. Slowly, as the sun continued to illuminate the room, the smaller boy’s head rose and he gazed forlornly at the bigger boy’s sleeping face. Timidly, the boy, with lines of pain and guilt cutting across his forehead, reached forwards and stroked the sleeping boy’s face. He didn’t stir at his touch, but the smaller boy couldn’t be perturbed. He continued to gently stroke the face that he so clearly adored, judging by the hidden glint in his eyes and the water jewel that spilled out of his eyes at the sight of his condition. It would be apparent to anyone that might have been watching the scene that the petite boy was going to do anything he could to take care of the one person he clearly loved more than anyone else in the world; because, despite all they’d been through, the older boy was all that he wanted.
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One hour later
I opened my eyes, squinting in the sudden brightness. Hardly able to see, I looked around to see a blurry face that seemed to be looking in my direction. My head started to throb and I could hear a soft voice, but I couldn’t understand what it was saying.
I squeezed my eyes shut and out hands over my ears for a few seconds before opening my eyes again. The world was so strange right now, where the hell was I?
The face in front of me still looked blurry so I blinked my eyes and squinted, trying to get in focus. Finally, after a lot of blinking and squinty (my eyes really hurt now) the face comes into focus and I see who it is.
Kurt frowns at me gently and his voice is suddenly there, like it’d been turned up on a stereo or something.
“… Finn? Are you alright?” he asks me, leaning forwards and touching my hand.
I jerk my hand back, feeling sicker than ever and I don’t even know why. My stomach is turning and I really want to vomit right now. Well, not really, because who really wants to vomit? I mean, it’s disgusting, isn’t it? Anyway…
I look at Kurt and he’s chewing his lip and even in my state I can tell he’s trying not to look upset about me pulling my hand away. I don’t know why I did. I really want to hold it.
Damn, I’m screwed.
Kurt leans closer towards me and repeats himself, and it’s not even in the proud way he usually talks; he just sounds all soft, like fairy floss. “Finn, how are you feeling?” He asks me, smiling and looking as concerned as I’ve ever seen Kurt in my life. He looks… he looks… damn this! He looks so beautiful.
I stare at him and his face blushes a deep red and it’s really pretty and I’m spending so much time thinking about it that I can hardly remember that I should probably talk before he thinks I’ve gone into a shock or whatever.
“I feel… I feel weird… I’m hurting…” I mumbled, looking away from him because he’s totally blinding me and I can’t think straight with that in my sights.
“I’m really sorry that this happened, Finn,” Kurt said, still so gently, “you don’t deserve feeling like this. You’re too good.”
I look at him, my heart rising, and reached forwards to touch his hand that was still resting on the bed beside me. He smiled at this and wrapped his thin, soft fingers around my hand and I think I pretty much just died right there.
“I… I’m sorry…” I mumbled, glancing at him nervously. “…about your - your car, Kurt.”
Kurt smiled and stroked a finger across my hand gently before saying, “don’t be silly, you’re much more important to me than a car, so much more special.”
I blinked at him and my heart started racing and I didn’t know what to do or what to say (because I’m too dumb to come up with something in such short notice) so I say the next thing that comes to mind, which is definitely the wrong thing to say.
“Has Rachel been to visit?” I blurt and Kurt’s face falls and he gently slips his hand out from under mine and clasps his hands together in his lap.
“No, she hasn’t,” he replies, looking at me boldly. “I’m not sure she even knows you’re here yet. But, your mum and I have been here all night.”
“Oh. You have?” I look around the room, but Mum isn’t there.
“She’s in the cafeteria,” Kurt explained. “Needed coffee. She’ll be back soon or I can go and get her and ring Rachel if you don’t want me here.” He moved to stand up but -
“No!” I blurted loudly, making Kurt jump slightly. He looked at me in surprise.
“Umm… don’t go, please… I need… I need company,” I mumbled, and he smiled and slowly sat back down again, crossing his legs in such a Kurt-ish pose I would have laughed outloud if I could summon more of the energy I’d already used up.
“Thanks,” I said, smiling at Kurt.
He nodded, his eyes twinkling, but he was frowning.
“What… what’s wrong?” I asked, wearily, leaning further into the pillows and rubbing my eyes sleepily.
Kurt didn’t reply straight away. He looked like me a little the way he was trying to form a sentence in his mind, his lips forming words that I could never understand, but then he just shook his head and smiled at me before saying, “so, what was the big surprise?”
I turned red and looked away. I might not be smart and I might not really remember how I got to be in this hospital bed, but I sure as hell could remember the reason for it.
“Umm… well… it’s kind of embarrassing…” I mumbled, not looking at Kurt and looking at the blue sky out the window instead.
Kurt didn’t reply and I could tell he was waiting for me to tell him and I knew that this was Kurt and he wasn’t going to let it slip.
I sighed and mumbled at the window, “I was… I was trying to do something nice… for you. You know, to… to make up for everything that’s been happening between us lately…. I wanted to make things a bit better… so I came up with this… this plan.”
I glanced at Kurt and he was watching me, his cheeks a little red and his eyes sparkling, but there was something in his face that looked painful and I didn’t understand what it meant.
“And, so, what was your big plan?” Kurt whispered, his voice cracking a little.
I cleared my throat. Here goes.
“Well… you know those… organic peaches you love?”
Kurt nodded, frowning at me.
“I… I was going to buy… a whole basket of them for you…” I mumbled. “And I was going to wrap them up all nice… and write on a card, too…”
Kurt smiled at me. “That’s a very sweet idea, Finn,” he said quietly.
I shrugged and sighed. “Well… it didn’t really work out. There was only one peach left and I had to use some cardboard I found in your car for the card…but anyway, I guess the peach got squished in the car, anyway.”
Kurt laughed and reached forwards to grip my hand again, looking at me gently before saying, “it’s the thought that counts. And it’s very sweet of you… but…” he paused for a second, “…I wish you hadn’t done it,” he added.
I blinked at him. “What? Why not? Don’t you want things to be better?”
Kurt smiled reassuringly. “Of course, but… this,” he gestured to my being on the hospital bed, “hardly seems worth a few peaches...” he seemed about to add something else before he quickly just said, “I’d much rather that you were all in one piece.”
I processed this before nodding. “Yeah… I guess… but… Kurt…” I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “…if I were still in one piece… you’d probably still hate me… wouldn’t you?” I said sadly before quickly adding, “Unless, of course, you still hate me now because I can totally understand -“
Kurt reached forwards and put his hand across my mouth. I jumped back and he seemed to jump too but then he just quickly said, “no, Finn, I don’t hate you and I never really did. I just tried to hate you, but it didn’t work.”
I stared at him, my heart palpitating. “W-why not?” I asked him.
But just as he opened his mouth to reply, someone burst through the room with the sound of a shrill sob and it wasn’t someone I particularly wanted to see at all.
Chapter Five: Lies and Slight Confessions