Fic. Lost, Chapter 6, the finale
Title; Lost
Rating; T, Pg-13 for suicide talk
Pairing; Natch, kurtofsky.
Summery; Kurt doesn’t know how it happened, but due to an unlikely circumstance, he feels drawn to Dave, post suicide attempt. Featuring sickly OC karofksy sister.
Chapter 6, the end.
It was three weeks ago when Kurt admitted to Mia that he found her brother attractive.
It was one of the few times they found themselves at the Hummels and Dave had just walked upstairs to talk to Burt, or as he said, “A nice long.. Chat.”
“What was that look for? And don‘t you dare lie to me, Kurt,” Kurt sputtered and Mia‘s eyes were devious. “You were checking out my brother. You fiend!”
“Have you ever noticed that his sweater just fits in all the right places…” Kurt mentioned idlly after regaining his composure. It was true. Over the past few weeks, when Kurt and Dave bonding moments started happening more and more frequently, Kurt had found him self terribly attracted to Dave. He noticed the how he stood, how his sweater was tight against his chest, the veins and muscles in his arms. And in the two occasions that he was allowed to hug Dave, how safe he felt in his arms.
“Shut the front door!” She yelped, and pounced on him. “Tell me everything or I’ll pee on your bed! TELL ME.” Mia laughed, “Don’t lie or I’ll pee on everything you love too!” she squealed.
“I don’t know how it happened, or even when, but he has a special space in my heart. Like.. He filled in the spots I’m missing. Sure, we have our differences, but we found out that we have a lot in common. Like a hate for brussel sprouts and the smell of Christmas trees. A love of silver and of azaleas.”
“Dave thinks gold is ugly.
“It’s tacky. We agreed.” Kurt smiled, and wrapped his arms around his friend, “I won’t forget this moment. And don‘t let go. Ever.”
“I won’t, for both comments,” she murmured into his hair.
“What if I love him?”
“Then naturally, I, not only as his sister, but as one of your alternative lifestyle companions, must whole-heartedly give you permission to pursue. Ticket granted. His eyes always soften when he looks at you.” She beamed, and held him tightly. “just tell him before I die.”
“I’ll tell him when he needs it most. And you have an odd way of talking.”
“Honey, I am odd. But fabulous, so deal with it.” They shared a laugh that brought them to tears.
When Dave walked back in the room, he noted that his dad only talked to him about foot ball and cars, but wanted to see what was all the fuss was about. Dave noted that there was no fuss, but that his ears did ring.
It was two weeks ago when Mia cornered Dave about Kurt.
“What makes him so attractive to you?” Mia had sat on Dave, pinning him against the floor.
“What don’t I … and do we have to talk about this? I sort of can’t breathe…”
“Just tell me,” she ordered, definitely.
Dave sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “He always knows what exactly to say, if he regrets it or not, it’s right. His eyes stare past your heart, past your soul, and just straight into your being. And his eyes, Mia.. His eyes.. His hair, his hands, his neck, his nose. His posture, that little “I’m better than you” smirk and eye-brow combo he does. He’s strong, but frail. And he always faces his problems, sooner or later. I just.. I love him. I wanna be there for him,” He tucked his top lip in his mouth and bit down softly, “but I don’t think he wants me. Or could even forgive me.”
Mia smiled gently down upon Dave. “If he didn’t forgive you, why was he at your side when you woke up in the hospital? When I was in the hospital? If he didn’t forgive you, will he still be at your side next week, next month, next year? It’s only what matters now. And right now, there is an awkward looking Kurt watching us.” she giggled deviously and bolted out of the room, jumping on Kurt. But Dave just struggled it off. “The first step of love, is to listen.” She recalled, wagging a finger at Dave playfully.
6 months to the day of Dave’s suicide attempt, Mia passed.
It was like some cruel joke that the universe played. A countdown. She had barely made it to the weekend when her organs failed.. She had flat lined, late one night. She, just moments before, smiled sweetly and gripped Dave’s and Kurt’s hands, and laid them across her heart and whispered, clearly, “I love you both so much,” before she closed her eyes and her hands released.
Dave was thankful for Kurt’s presence at that moment. Dave always felt that urge to not break down around him, to be brave. But he knew, if he had to, he could cry himself a lake and Kurt wouldn’t think any less of his former bully if he broke down. But Dave just stood next to Kurt, a giant hand clapped on to his shoulder. Dave’s knees felt weak, like he might collapse at any moment. But he refused to sit, if he sat, he would have never arose from the chair. In just a few short days, his sister would be underground, never to be there to guide him again.
Later on that day, when Dave was finally allowed some alone time, he turned the shower on full blast, locked the door, and sat underneath the scalding hot water until the water turned cold and his skin was a blistered pink. Kurt and the Karofsky elders were worried that Dave might have an episode again, and after fighting with Kurt about it for an hour, he was allowed to shower. Kurt was very adamant in the fact that he would sit in the bathroom, blindfolded, to make sure Dave was safe. The hockey player was tempted to let him, lewd thoughts running through his brain, but he just really wanted a few minutes alone, to think. But most of all, to cry.
Nearly an hour later, Dave felt slightly renewed and refreshed. He focused far too long on his sisters bottle of shampoo. She was only half way through. Dave used to always remark on the smell. It was minty, but not “Kicks you in the stomach” mint. But a gentle smell that lingers. He used to love showering right after her. Especially the past few months. He never wanted to forget that smell. A long time ago, their grandmother smelled so deliciously of mint and lemon. Always the two. She would rub a peppermint oil on her hands, for her muscle pains. And lemon oil because her mother, Dave’s great grandmother, used it as a stress reliever. The smells always stuck with him. Even though his sister was gone, she had not left him. Her purple towel still hung on the rack, her patched bunny slippers still sat in the hall, her medicine was still stacked by the bathroom mirror. And her room… He silently hoped his parents would never touch that room. Her teal walls plastered with posters, a merge of Broadway, and rock bands. Her bed sheets was some horrible mix of blue and yellow. The mash gave him a headache just thinking about it.
But all these things was the mix of his sister.
And in all these things, his sister would live on.
The funeral was just a few short days later. And at Dave’s side, was Kurt. In a surprisingly simple outfit no less. “To honor her.” he said, with a nod, “A simple, but amazing suit, for a simple, but amazing girl.”
It was small, just family and a few scattered friends. Paul and his wife spoke softly about her, like even just speaking about her would cause her body to suddenly instantaneously decompose in the coffin. Her doctor almost lectured about how composed the young girl was when she was told that her life would soon be ending, how she took it with a smile and said “I regret nothing.”
Dave found himself last in the line of people. He stood next to her coffin, and his fingers lightly drummed on the wood. “My sister taught me many things. She was the one who first knew how to tie shoes, to ride a bike, to swim.. She taught me how to cook, to patch,” he scoffed, “She basically taught me how to live. But most of all, she taught me love. ‘ he started pacing, “now. I’m not saying my family doesn’t love. But I mean, she taught me love. Love. “ He repeated, “ The love that changes you.” he placed his hand on the coffin, “And I’m sorry she didn’t get to see the change in me. The Dave 7 months ago was Mr. ’I hate everything and I’ll rage at you if you say something I disagree in. but most of all I hate myself’ But the Dave now, the Dave that started to grow 6 months ago, this Dave can say ‘I don’t hate everything, and now I try to think before I act, and I can love others, truthfully, and most of all, I can love myself.’ Or at least like myself.” He took a breath, and steadied himself, his eyes locking with Kurt’s. He just mirrored Kurt’s smile, and knew that even if everything feels off now, it will right itself some day. “Summer turned to winter, And the snow it turned to rain And the rain turned into tears upon your face. I hardly recognized the girl you are today” Dave recited into his coffee mug after the funeral, Kurt responded by tilting a perfect brow. “It’s a song. She used to make me sing it with. It’s Michael Buble, some Canadian dude. She had all his cds. She said when I wouldn’t sing to her, she’d listen to them. And before you can say anything, Kurt. No. I do not sing.” He smiled and ruffled the smaller boys hair. Kurt fussed and grumbled, but he had arrived prepared and proceeded to redo his hair. “I’m really thankful you’re here, dude.”
“First off. Don’t call me dude, dude. And secondly, don’t worry about it. It’s what friends are for,” His smile grew slightly as he added, internally, “or what more than friends are for…” Dave just laid a hand on Kurt’s, and he turned his hand around, lacing the fingers tightly together, filling the spaces.
“Don’t let go. Ever”
Rating; T, Pg-13 for suicide talk
Pairing; Natch, kurtofsky.
Summery; Kurt doesn’t know how it happened, but due to an unlikely circumstance, he feels drawn to Dave, post suicide attempt. Featuring sickly OC karofksy sister.
Chapter 6, the end.
It was three weeks ago when Kurt admitted to Mia that he found her brother attractive.
It was one of the few times they found themselves at the Hummels and Dave had just walked upstairs to talk to Burt, or as he said, “A nice long.. Chat.”
“What was that look for? And don‘t you dare lie to me, Kurt,” Kurt sputtered and Mia‘s eyes were devious. “You were checking out my brother. You fiend!”
“Have you ever noticed that his sweater just fits in all the right places…” Kurt mentioned idlly after regaining his composure. It was true. Over the past few weeks, when Kurt and Dave bonding moments started happening more and more frequently, Kurt had found him self terribly attracted to Dave. He noticed the how he stood, how his sweater was tight against his chest, the veins and muscles in his arms. And in the two occasions that he was allowed to hug Dave, how safe he felt in his arms.
“Shut the front door!” She yelped, and pounced on him. “Tell me everything or I’ll pee on your bed! TELL ME.” Mia laughed, “Don’t lie or I’ll pee on everything you love too!” she squealed.
“I don’t know how it happened, or even when, but he has a special space in my heart. Like.. He filled in the spots I’m missing. Sure, we have our differences, but we found out that we have a lot in common. Like a hate for brussel sprouts and the smell of Christmas trees. A love of silver and of azaleas.”
“Dave thinks gold is ugly.
“It’s tacky. We agreed.” Kurt smiled, and wrapped his arms around his friend, “I won’t forget this moment. And don‘t let go. Ever.”
“I won’t, for both comments,” she murmured into his hair.
“What if I love him?”
“Then naturally, I, not only as his sister, but as one of your alternative lifestyle companions, must whole-heartedly give you permission to pursue. Ticket granted. His eyes always soften when he looks at you.” She beamed, and held him tightly. “just tell him before I die.”
“I’ll tell him when he needs it most. And you have an odd way of talking.”
“Honey, I am odd. But fabulous, so deal with it.” They shared a laugh that brought them to tears.
When Dave walked back in the room, he noted that his dad only talked to him about foot ball and cars, but wanted to see what was all the fuss was about. Dave noted that there was no fuss, but that his ears did ring.
It was two weeks ago when Mia cornered Dave about Kurt.
“What makes him so attractive to you?” Mia had sat on Dave, pinning him against the floor.
“What don’t I … and do we have to talk about this? I sort of can’t breathe…”
“Just tell me,” she ordered, definitely.
Dave sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “He always knows what exactly to say, if he regrets it or not, it’s right. His eyes stare past your heart, past your soul, and just straight into your being. And his eyes, Mia.. His eyes.. His hair, his hands, his neck, his nose. His posture, that little “I’m better than you” smirk and eye-brow combo he does. He’s strong, but frail. And he always faces his problems, sooner or later. I just.. I love him. I wanna be there for him,” He tucked his top lip in his mouth and bit down softly, “but I don’t think he wants me. Or could even forgive me.”
Mia smiled gently down upon Dave. “If he didn’t forgive you, why was he at your side when you woke up in the hospital? When I was in the hospital? If he didn’t forgive you, will he still be at your side next week, next month, next year? It’s only what matters now. And right now, there is an awkward looking Kurt watching us.” she giggled deviously and bolted out of the room, jumping on Kurt. But Dave just struggled it off. “The first step of love, is to listen.” She recalled, wagging a finger at Dave playfully.
6 months to the day of Dave’s suicide attempt, Mia passed.
It was like some cruel joke that the universe played. A countdown. She had barely made it to the weekend when her organs failed.. She had flat lined, late one night. She, just moments before, smiled sweetly and gripped Dave’s and Kurt’s hands, and laid them across her heart and whispered, clearly, “I love you both so much,” before she closed her eyes and her hands released.
Dave was thankful for Kurt’s presence at that moment. Dave always felt that urge to not break down around him, to be brave. But he knew, if he had to, he could cry himself a lake and Kurt wouldn’t think any less of his former bully if he broke down. But Dave just stood next to Kurt, a giant hand clapped on to his shoulder. Dave’s knees felt weak, like he might collapse at any moment. But he refused to sit, if he sat, he would have never arose from the chair. In just a few short days, his sister would be underground, never to be there to guide him again.
Later on that day, when Dave was finally allowed some alone time, he turned the shower on full blast, locked the door, and sat underneath the scalding hot water until the water turned cold and his skin was a blistered pink. Kurt and the Karofsky elders were worried that Dave might have an episode again, and after fighting with Kurt about it for an hour, he was allowed to shower. Kurt was very adamant in the fact that he would sit in the bathroom, blindfolded, to make sure Dave was safe. The hockey player was tempted to let him, lewd thoughts running through his brain, but he just really wanted a few minutes alone, to think. But most of all, to cry.
Nearly an hour later, Dave felt slightly renewed and refreshed. He focused far too long on his sisters bottle of shampoo. She was only half way through. Dave used to always remark on the smell. It was minty, but not “Kicks you in the stomach” mint. But a gentle smell that lingers. He used to love showering right after her. Especially the past few months. He never wanted to forget that smell. A long time ago, their grandmother smelled so deliciously of mint and lemon. Always the two. She would rub a peppermint oil on her hands, for her muscle pains. And lemon oil because her mother, Dave’s great grandmother, used it as a stress reliever. The smells always stuck with him. Even though his sister was gone, she had not left him. Her purple towel still hung on the rack, her patched bunny slippers still sat in the hall, her medicine was still stacked by the bathroom mirror. And her room… He silently hoped his parents would never touch that room. Her teal walls plastered with posters, a merge of Broadway, and rock bands. Her bed sheets was some horrible mix of blue and yellow. The mash gave him a headache just thinking about it.
But all these things was the mix of his sister.
And in all these things, his sister would live on.
The funeral was just a few short days later. And at Dave’s side, was Kurt. In a surprisingly simple outfit no less. “To honor her.” he said, with a nod, “A simple, but amazing suit, for a simple, but amazing girl.”
It was small, just family and a few scattered friends. Paul and his wife spoke softly about her, like even just speaking about her would cause her body to suddenly instantaneously decompose in the coffin. Her doctor almost lectured about how composed the young girl was when she was told that her life would soon be ending, how she took it with a smile and said “I regret nothing.”
Dave found himself last in the line of people. He stood next to her coffin, and his fingers lightly drummed on the wood. “My sister taught me many things. She was the one who first knew how to tie shoes, to ride a bike, to swim.. She taught me how to cook, to patch,” he scoffed, “She basically taught me how to live. But most of all, she taught me love. ‘ he started pacing, “now. I’m not saying my family doesn’t love. But I mean, she taught me love. Love. “ He repeated, “ The love that changes you.” he placed his hand on the coffin, “And I’m sorry she didn’t get to see the change in me. The Dave 7 months ago was Mr. ’I hate everything and I’ll rage at you if you say something I disagree in. but most of all I hate myself’ But the Dave now, the Dave that started to grow 6 months ago, this Dave can say ‘I don’t hate everything, and now I try to think before I act, and I can love others, truthfully, and most of all, I can love myself.’ Or at least like myself.” He took a breath, and steadied himself, his eyes locking with Kurt’s. He just mirrored Kurt’s smile, and knew that even if everything feels off now, it will right itself some day. “Summer turned to winter, And the snow it turned to rain And the rain turned into tears upon your face. I hardly recognized the girl you are today” Dave recited into his coffee mug after the funeral, Kurt responded by tilting a perfect brow. “It’s a song. She used to make me sing it with. It’s Michael Buble, some Canadian dude. She had all his cds. She said when I wouldn’t sing to her, she’d listen to them. And before you can say anything, Kurt. No. I do not sing.” He smiled and ruffled the smaller boys hair. Kurt fussed and grumbled, but he had arrived prepared and proceeded to redo his hair. “I’m really thankful you’re here, dude.”
“First off. Don’t call me dude, dude. And secondly, don’t worry about it. It’s what friends are for,” His smile grew slightly as he added, internally, “or what more than friends are for…” Dave just laid a hand on Kurt’s, and he turned his hand around, lacing the fingers tightly together, filling the spaces.
“Don’t let go. Ever”