To Fix You: Part 2 (Glee//Twilight)
Title: To Fix You
Author: Koinaka
Rating: PG13
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Kurt, Blaine, Aunt Mildred, Jacob, the werewolves, the Cullens, Bella, basically the whole Twilight gang
Genre: Supernatural!Crossover, AU, drama, romance, supernatural
Spoilers: up to Silly Love Songs for Glee, set during New Moon for Twilight
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: When his father unexpectedly dies, Kurt is forced to move to Forks to live with the aunt he never knew he had. Once there, he finds himself thrown into the world of magic and monsters.
Warning(s): slash, character death (obvious from the summary)
Word Count: Around 3000 words for this part.
Previous Parts: 1
So, not sure how I feel about this chapter. It feels a bit disjointed to me, but I think that's because of Kurt's state of mind during it. As far as the Twilight timeline goes, this chapter is set after Jacob transforms but before the scene where Bella gives Quil a ride.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
To Fix You
By Koinaka
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
-Coldplay, Fix You
Kurt's first impression of his new town was that it was very, very green. Lima might not have been a huge booming metropolis by any stretch of the imagination, but it certainly had no forests or much vegetation to speak of. Forks-or La Push, rather-was surrounded by forests. They were thick with trees and brush and, Kurt imagined, all sorts of animals. Not the sort of place that Kurt would choose for himself, but he only had to deal with it until he graduated high school which, seeing as he was a little more than halfway through his sophomore year, meant he only had to be there for two years and some change.
Millie, noticing the expression on his face, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "So, what do you think? Not exactly what you're used to, I know, but I think, if you give it a chance, this place might do you some good."
Kurt considered his words carefully. "It's very green," he finally settled on.
Millie chuckled and beamed at him. "That it is."
It was also gray with no trace of sunlight due to the layer of clouds that seemed to cover the entire sky. Still, after days spent inside a U-Haul van with a woman he barely knew, but who was also the spitting image of his mother, Kurt was relieved when they finally pulled into the driveway of the small house that was to be his new home. After unhooking his Navigator, they went inside the small house.
Rebekah met them at the front door, pulling first Millie and then Kurt in for a hug. Introductions went smoothly and before Kurt had even realized what had happened, he was left alone in the middle of his new bedroom. It was much smaller than his previous basement dwelling, but not quite as small as he had expected. The room itself was plain, but that wouldn't be the case when he was finished. He would have to alter his décor a bit to take into account his new diminished space-and he would definitely have to forgo his settee-but all, in all, he was quite pleased, or as pleased as he could be given the circumstances, with the room. His only worry was how he was possibly going to fit his entire wardrobe in his new closet.
"The closet in the office is empty," Millie, who was standing in the doorway watching him as he observed his new space, told him. "If you need more closet space."
"Am I that transparent?" he asked.
"A little," Millie replied with a chuckle as she settled herself down on the small twin bed in the corner of the room. "I hope you don't mind, but one of the neighborhood boys offered to help you unload the truck with the things you'll be keeping here. The other things we can take over to the storage unit tomorrow before we head over to Forks High to get you registered."
Kurt nodded. He didn't mind the help, but he was nervous about meeting new people. Not only that but he would be lying if he said he wasn'tmore than a little apprehensive about starting his new school. He knew, from experience, that teenagers could be cruel, and he could only hope that he wouldn't go through there what he had gone through at McKinley because there was no Dalton Academy for him to run to.
"Great!" Millie said, seemingly oblivious to Kurt's apprehension. "Because he's waiting in the living room. He's a really great kid, but he's going through a bit of a rough patch right now. I think the two of you will really get along."
Kurt didn't think he would, but since he didn't want to disappoint his aunt, so he just said nothing.
Courage, he thought as he needlessly adjusted first his pants and then his shirt before following his aunt through the small house and into the living room. The boy-and he used that term loosely because he was huge-was standing awkwardly beside Rebekah when they got there.
"Kurt, this is Quil Ateara. Quil, this is my nephew Kurt Hummel," Millie said as she molded to Rebekah's side.
"Hey," the boy muttered, his eyes firmly fixed on the ground.
"We'll leave you two alone," Millie said. "You're staying for dinner, aren't you, Quil?"
Quil shrugged. "Sure. Thanks, Ms. R."
After a few minutes of awkwardly standing in the living room with each boy avoiding the other one's eyes, Kurt finally sighed.
"You don't have to help me, if you don't want to," he told the other boy. "It's okay."
"I don't mind," Quil said, quickly, meeting Kurt's eyes for the first time. That was when Kurt noticed the look on his face. He looked like Kurt felt-bleak, foreboding, as if he would never be happy again. Something about his expression resonated within Kurt.
Instead of questioning him further-about why he looked so lost-Kurt just continued on. "We should get started, then. Each box is clearly labeled. We only have to worry about those labeled 'room' or 'clothes.' Plus the box labeled 'electronics.' The rest are going to be put into storage."
"Cool."
The two boys worked in silence for the first few minutes until Kurt caught Quil studying him. "That your car?" Quil asked, nodding to where Kurt's Navigator was parked.
"Yes."
Quil made an appreciative noise. "Swee-eet," he said, dragging the word out. "That's easily the nicest car on the rez. Bet you'll have to beat the girls off with a stick."
Kurt grimaced and flushed. He lowered his eyes to the box that he was currently holding. "I sincerely doubt that," he said, chewing on his lower lip for a second before looking back at Quil. "I'm gay."
There was a long pause before Quil finally shrugged. "'s cool."
And that, it seemed, was that because neither boy mentioned it for the rest of the afternoon. They managed to unpack the van in record time, making quick work of the boxes as well as the furniture Kurt had brought-his desk, his entertainment center, and his dressing table-mostly because Quil was much stronger than he looked. When Kurt had asked him what his secret was, Quil had just blushed and stammered something about working out. It was a tight fit getting all of his furniture in the room, but in the end, everything had fit.
Afterward, Quil sprawled across his bed going through Kurt's DVD and CD collection while Kurt began the huge undertaking that was unpacking his clothing. Conversation between the two flowed easily enough, which honestly surprised Kurt because before transferring to Dalton, Kurt had never really had any male friends. Even at Dalton, he hadn't had that many. The Warblers were great and everything, but when it came down to it, they were mostly Blaine's friends.
With Quil, though, Kurt felt a camaraderie of sorts which was kind of ridiculous because they'd only known each other for a handful of hours, and Kurt hadn't even talked much during that time. That was what he enjoyed so much. He didn't have to pretend to be happy; he didn't have to answer a million questions. He could just be. It didn't even matter that they had nearly nothing in common or that Quil's fashion sense was utterly deplorable-the boy was wearing tennis shoes without socks, for crying out loud! There was just something about Quil that reminded him of his friends back at McKinley-they were both outsiders. From what little he had gathered from Quil, his friends had abandoned him to hang out with the popular kids on the reservation. Kurt knew, first hand, what that was like. Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable with Quil. Whatever the reason was, Kurt was glad. Or as glad as he could possibly be.
"You've got a lot of, uh, lotion," Quil commented as Kurt meticulously unpacked his toiletries and arranged them on his dressing table.
"Skincare is very important to me," he said. The words felt empty now. Skincare used to be ridiculously important to him. Now it was just something he did without even thinking about it, something he did to keep some sense of normalcy.
"I've got awful skin," the other boy confessed. "My mom bought me this face stuff, but it made me all itchy, so I stopped using it."
Kurt cocked his head to the side as he studied Quil's skin. "You can't put just anything on your face and expect results," he hesitated for a moment. "I could help you find something to clear your skin up, if you'd like."
Quil beamed. "Sweet! That would be awesome."
"On second thought…" Kurt said as he took in Quil's outfit of tattered jeans and a faded t-shirt. "Maybe I could do a little more than that. Please tell me that you aren't attached to those… clothes."
Quil flushed. "Not really," he muttered. "When Becky called and asked me to come over, I just grabbed whatever looked cleanest off the floor."
Kurt shuddered, feeling more like himself than he had in days. He wasn't back to normal, by any means. In fact, he wasn't sure that he could ever be back to normal, that he could ever be happy again, but maybe-maybe-he could be something more than what he had been since his father's death.
"That definitely won't do," he said.
Quil looked like he wanted nothing more than to say yes, but still he hesitated. When he spoke again, it was more of a mutter than anything else, and his face was colored with embarrassment. "I, uh, don't really have much money," he told Kurt. "So…"
Kurt cut him off. "Don't worry about that."
The other boy exhaled slowly before finally nodding. "Okay, just don't get too carried away. I've seen some of the stuff you've got, and there's no way I could pull anything like that off."
"There are few who can," Kurt conceded. "Now, then, I was thinking…"
The two boys stayed ensconced within his bedroom for the rest of the night, only leaving for Kurt's new sanctuary for dinner. By the time Quil went home, he had a bag full of facial products, a new friend, and a plan to make the trek to the nearest city with a decent mall over the upcoming weekend.
Forks High School, which at first glance looked like a small collection of brick houses practically covered by bushes and trees, looked nothing like any school he'd ever seen. Even McKinley looked more like a school that Forks High School, and after the grandiose grounds of Dalton Academy for Young Men, it certainly left much to be desired.
The appearance of Forks High wasn't the only thing that left much to be desired. It took over an hour to get him registered for classes since, although he was technically a sophomore, Dalton's curriculum was much more advanced than the curriculum at Forks.
The obviously overworked guidance counselor kept muttering, "What to do, what to do," beneath her breath as she flicked back and forth in their school's course catalog.
That, in and of itself, should have been an indicator of the quality of education Kurt could expect there since even McKinley relied almost exclusively on computers. In the end, Kurt ended up with a schedule that he was less than pleased about, but was probably better than he could expect given the circumstances and the lateness of his transfer.
When they were finished at the high school, they headed over to U-Store, the only public storage unit in Forks. Putting his father's belongings into storage left Kurt once again feeling emotionally bereft, and he caught Millie eyeing him worriedly on several occasions as if she expected him to fall apart at any minute while the two of them went through the process of moving the boxes from the U-Haul to the unit.
But Kurt did not fall apart. He hadn't cried since the day they'd left Lima, and he had no plans to do so if he could help it. There had been times on the road that he'd wanted to fall apart-when they crossed the Ohio state line, for example, because his dad, in all of his forty years, had never once stepped foot outside of Ohio, and now he would never be able to -but he hadn't. He had just stared straight ahead, not trusting himself to look back at Ohio.
The entire afternoon, his aunt had kept up an endless stream of conversation which, mostly, consisted of her telling Kurt all about life on the reservation, but it wasn't until he heard the words beach that he really paid any attention.
"La Push has a beach?" he asked, his voice eager in spite of himself. Kurt had never been to the beach before in his life, and while he didn't care for sun bathing, it wasn't as if there wasn't much sun to be had in La Push anyway.
Millie nodded. "Oh, yeah. La Push is famous for its beaches. They're really lovely. You should go. I bet Quil wouldn't mind showing you around."
Quil definitely hadn't minded. In fact, his entire face, which had had the same forlorn expression as the day before, brightened up considerably when Kurt brought up the beaches. "First Beach is great," he enthused. "They all are, really, but First is my favorite."
"I've never been to the beach," Kurt confessed as he picked at the quilt covering his new twin-sized bed. He needed new bedding immediately. The bedding from before wouldn't work since his old bed was a double. He mentally added that to his ever growing shopping list.
"It'll have to be tomorrow after school though," Quil said wistfully. "I have way too much homework to do tonight, but I'll meet you here tomorrow when I get out of school. Is that okay?"
Kurt nodded, relieved that he would have that to look forward to even if his first day at school turned out to be a total disaster. He paused briefly to gage Quil's reaction. "I start school tomorrow. The drive from Forks to La Push isn't too long, but you'll probably be home way before I am."
But Quil just waved him off. "It's cool. I'll keep an eye out for you."
And that was that. If Kurt had told one of his friends from New Directions, that tomorrow was his first day at a new school, he would have had to spend the rest of the night dissecting it. Mercedes would want to know what he was going to wear while Rachel would want to know if Forks High had a glee club, which he sincerely doubted, and Blaine...Blaine would tell him not to be nervous or perhaps ask him if he was nervous.
Even without telling his friends about his imminent start at a new school, he had a phone full of texts asking him those very things. His fingers ached to respond to them, even if he did feel more than a little suffocated by their concern for him, but he didn't. He couldn't. Not without thinking about Lima which then, in turn, made him think about his dad. So instead of responding, he just deleted the messages and turned off his phone.
After painstakingly choosing his outfit for the next day, Kurt went to bed early in preparation for his first day of school. He didn't fall asleep right away, however. In fact, it was a long time before he was able to fall asleep, the sound of rain falling against his windows and the distant howling of wolves keeping him awake.
Instead he spent most of the night staring outside of his window at the cascading rain. Once he even thought he saw what looked to be not one but two huge wolves in the woods outside his window, but the next second they were gone, so he just assumed it had been a trick of the light.
Before finally falling asleep, he resolved to ask his aunt about it in the morning even though he was pretty sure that he had imagined the entire thing. After all, there was no way a wolf could be that big, was there?
Author: Koinaka
Rating: PG13
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Kurt, Blaine, Aunt Mildred, Jacob, the werewolves, the Cullens, Bella, basically the whole Twilight gang
Genre: Supernatural!Crossover, AU, drama, romance, supernatural
Spoilers: up to Silly Love Songs for Glee, set during New Moon for Twilight
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: When his father unexpectedly dies, Kurt is forced to move to Forks to live with the aunt he never knew he had. Once there, he finds himself thrown into the world of magic and monsters.
Warning(s): slash, character death (obvious from the summary)
Word Count: Around 3000 words for this part.
Previous Parts: 1
So, not sure how I feel about this chapter. It feels a bit disjointed to me, but I think that's because of Kurt's state of mind during it. As far as the Twilight timeline goes, this chapter is set after Jacob transforms but before the scene where Bella gives Quil a ride.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
To Fix You
By Koinaka
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
-Coldplay, Fix You
Kurt's first impression of his new town was that it was very, very green. Lima might not have been a huge booming metropolis by any stretch of the imagination, but it certainly had no forests or much vegetation to speak of. Forks-or La Push, rather-was surrounded by forests. They were thick with trees and brush and, Kurt imagined, all sorts of animals. Not the sort of place that Kurt would choose for himself, but he only had to deal with it until he graduated high school which, seeing as he was a little more than halfway through his sophomore year, meant he only had to be there for two years and some change.
Millie, noticing the expression on his face, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "So, what do you think? Not exactly what you're used to, I know, but I think, if you give it a chance, this place might do you some good."
Kurt considered his words carefully. "It's very green," he finally settled on.
Millie chuckled and beamed at him. "That it is."
It was also gray with no trace of sunlight due to the layer of clouds that seemed to cover the entire sky. Still, after days spent inside a U-Haul van with a woman he barely knew, but who was also the spitting image of his mother, Kurt was relieved when they finally pulled into the driveway of the small house that was to be his new home. After unhooking his Navigator, they went inside the small house.
Rebekah met them at the front door, pulling first Millie and then Kurt in for a hug. Introductions went smoothly and before Kurt had even realized what had happened, he was left alone in the middle of his new bedroom. It was much smaller than his previous basement dwelling, but not quite as small as he had expected. The room itself was plain, but that wouldn't be the case when he was finished. He would have to alter his décor a bit to take into account his new diminished space-and he would definitely have to forgo his settee-but all, in all, he was quite pleased, or as pleased as he could be given the circumstances, with the room. His only worry was how he was possibly going to fit his entire wardrobe in his new closet.
"The closet in the office is empty," Millie, who was standing in the doorway watching him as he observed his new space, told him. "If you need more closet space."
"Am I that transparent?" he asked.
"A little," Millie replied with a chuckle as she settled herself down on the small twin bed in the corner of the room. "I hope you don't mind, but one of the neighborhood boys offered to help you unload the truck with the things you'll be keeping here. The other things we can take over to the storage unit tomorrow before we head over to Forks High to get you registered."
Kurt nodded. He didn't mind the help, but he was nervous about meeting new people. Not only that but he would be lying if he said he wasn'tmore than a little apprehensive about starting his new school. He knew, from experience, that teenagers could be cruel, and he could only hope that he wouldn't go through there what he had gone through at McKinley because there was no Dalton Academy for him to run to.
"Great!" Millie said, seemingly oblivious to Kurt's apprehension. "Because he's waiting in the living room. He's a really great kid, but he's going through a bit of a rough patch right now. I think the two of you will really get along."
Kurt didn't think he would, but since he didn't want to disappoint his aunt, so he just said nothing.
Courage, he thought as he needlessly adjusted first his pants and then his shirt before following his aunt through the small house and into the living room. The boy-and he used that term loosely because he was huge-was standing awkwardly beside Rebekah when they got there.
"Kurt, this is Quil Ateara. Quil, this is my nephew Kurt Hummel," Millie said as she molded to Rebekah's side.
"Hey," the boy muttered, his eyes firmly fixed on the ground.
"We'll leave you two alone," Millie said. "You're staying for dinner, aren't you, Quil?"
Quil shrugged. "Sure. Thanks, Ms. R."
After a few minutes of awkwardly standing in the living room with each boy avoiding the other one's eyes, Kurt finally sighed.
"You don't have to help me, if you don't want to," he told the other boy. "It's okay."
"I don't mind," Quil said, quickly, meeting Kurt's eyes for the first time. That was when Kurt noticed the look on his face. He looked like Kurt felt-bleak, foreboding, as if he would never be happy again. Something about his expression resonated within Kurt.
Instead of questioning him further-about why he looked so lost-Kurt just continued on. "We should get started, then. Each box is clearly labeled. We only have to worry about those labeled 'room' or 'clothes.' Plus the box labeled 'electronics.' The rest are going to be put into storage."
"Cool."
The two boys worked in silence for the first few minutes until Kurt caught Quil studying him. "That your car?" Quil asked, nodding to where Kurt's Navigator was parked.
"Yes."
Quil made an appreciative noise. "Swee-eet," he said, dragging the word out. "That's easily the nicest car on the rez. Bet you'll have to beat the girls off with a stick."
Kurt grimaced and flushed. He lowered his eyes to the box that he was currently holding. "I sincerely doubt that," he said, chewing on his lower lip for a second before looking back at Quil. "I'm gay."
There was a long pause before Quil finally shrugged. "'s cool."
And that, it seemed, was that because neither boy mentioned it for the rest of the afternoon. They managed to unpack the van in record time, making quick work of the boxes as well as the furniture Kurt had brought-his desk, his entertainment center, and his dressing table-mostly because Quil was much stronger than he looked. When Kurt had asked him what his secret was, Quil had just blushed and stammered something about working out. It was a tight fit getting all of his furniture in the room, but in the end, everything had fit.
Afterward, Quil sprawled across his bed going through Kurt's DVD and CD collection while Kurt began the huge undertaking that was unpacking his clothing. Conversation between the two flowed easily enough, which honestly surprised Kurt because before transferring to Dalton, Kurt had never really had any male friends. Even at Dalton, he hadn't had that many. The Warblers were great and everything, but when it came down to it, they were mostly Blaine's friends.
With Quil, though, Kurt felt a camaraderie of sorts which was kind of ridiculous because they'd only known each other for a handful of hours, and Kurt hadn't even talked much during that time. That was what he enjoyed so much. He didn't have to pretend to be happy; he didn't have to answer a million questions. He could just be. It didn't even matter that they had nearly nothing in common or that Quil's fashion sense was utterly deplorable-the boy was wearing tennis shoes without socks, for crying out loud! There was just something about Quil that reminded him of his friends back at McKinley-they were both outsiders. From what little he had gathered from Quil, his friends had abandoned him to hang out with the popular kids on the reservation. Kurt knew, first hand, what that was like. Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable with Quil. Whatever the reason was, Kurt was glad. Or as glad as he could possibly be.
"You've got a lot of, uh, lotion," Quil commented as Kurt meticulously unpacked his toiletries and arranged them on his dressing table.
"Skincare is very important to me," he said. The words felt empty now. Skincare used to be ridiculously important to him. Now it was just something he did without even thinking about it, something he did to keep some sense of normalcy.
"I've got awful skin," the other boy confessed. "My mom bought me this face stuff, but it made me all itchy, so I stopped using it."
Kurt cocked his head to the side as he studied Quil's skin. "You can't put just anything on your face and expect results," he hesitated for a moment. "I could help you find something to clear your skin up, if you'd like."
Quil beamed. "Sweet! That would be awesome."
"On second thought…" Kurt said as he took in Quil's outfit of tattered jeans and a faded t-shirt. "Maybe I could do a little more than that. Please tell me that you aren't attached to those… clothes."
Quil flushed. "Not really," he muttered. "When Becky called and asked me to come over, I just grabbed whatever looked cleanest off the floor."
Kurt shuddered, feeling more like himself than he had in days. He wasn't back to normal, by any means. In fact, he wasn't sure that he could ever be back to normal, that he could ever be happy again, but maybe-maybe-he could be something more than what he had been since his father's death.
"That definitely won't do," he said.
Quil looked like he wanted nothing more than to say yes, but still he hesitated. When he spoke again, it was more of a mutter than anything else, and his face was colored with embarrassment. "I, uh, don't really have much money," he told Kurt. "So…"
Kurt cut him off. "Don't worry about that."
The other boy exhaled slowly before finally nodding. "Okay, just don't get too carried away. I've seen some of the stuff you've got, and there's no way I could pull anything like that off."
"There are few who can," Kurt conceded. "Now, then, I was thinking…"
The two boys stayed ensconced within his bedroom for the rest of the night, only leaving for Kurt's new sanctuary for dinner. By the time Quil went home, he had a bag full of facial products, a new friend, and a plan to make the trek to the nearest city with a decent mall over the upcoming weekend.
Forks High School, which at first glance looked like a small collection of brick houses practically covered by bushes and trees, looked nothing like any school he'd ever seen. Even McKinley looked more like a school that Forks High School, and after the grandiose grounds of Dalton Academy for Young Men, it certainly left much to be desired.
The appearance of Forks High wasn't the only thing that left much to be desired. It took over an hour to get him registered for classes since, although he was technically a sophomore, Dalton's curriculum was much more advanced than the curriculum at Forks.
The obviously overworked guidance counselor kept muttering, "What to do, what to do," beneath her breath as she flicked back and forth in their school's course catalog.
That, in and of itself, should have been an indicator of the quality of education Kurt could expect there since even McKinley relied almost exclusively on computers. In the end, Kurt ended up with a schedule that he was less than pleased about, but was probably better than he could expect given the circumstances and the lateness of his transfer.
When they were finished at the high school, they headed over to U-Store, the only public storage unit in Forks. Putting his father's belongings into storage left Kurt once again feeling emotionally bereft, and he caught Millie eyeing him worriedly on several occasions as if she expected him to fall apart at any minute while the two of them went through the process of moving the boxes from the U-Haul to the unit.
But Kurt did not fall apart. He hadn't cried since the day they'd left Lima, and he had no plans to do so if he could help it. There had been times on the road that he'd wanted to fall apart-when they crossed the Ohio state line, for example, because his dad, in all of his forty years, had never once stepped foot outside of Ohio, and now he would never be able to -but he hadn't. He had just stared straight ahead, not trusting himself to look back at Ohio.
The entire afternoon, his aunt had kept up an endless stream of conversation which, mostly, consisted of her telling Kurt all about life on the reservation, but it wasn't until he heard the words beach that he really paid any attention.
"La Push has a beach?" he asked, his voice eager in spite of himself. Kurt had never been to the beach before in his life, and while he didn't care for sun bathing, it wasn't as if there wasn't much sun to be had in La Push anyway.
Millie nodded. "Oh, yeah. La Push is famous for its beaches. They're really lovely. You should go. I bet Quil wouldn't mind showing you around."
Quil definitely hadn't minded. In fact, his entire face, which had had the same forlorn expression as the day before, brightened up considerably when Kurt brought up the beaches. "First Beach is great," he enthused. "They all are, really, but First is my favorite."
"I've never been to the beach," Kurt confessed as he picked at the quilt covering his new twin-sized bed. He needed new bedding immediately. The bedding from before wouldn't work since his old bed was a double. He mentally added that to his ever growing shopping list.
"It'll have to be tomorrow after school though," Quil said wistfully. "I have way too much homework to do tonight, but I'll meet you here tomorrow when I get out of school. Is that okay?"
Kurt nodded, relieved that he would have that to look forward to even if his first day at school turned out to be a total disaster. He paused briefly to gage Quil's reaction. "I start school tomorrow. The drive from Forks to La Push isn't too long, but you'll probably be home way before I am."
But Quil just waved him off. "It's cool. I'll keep an eye out for you."
And that was that. If Kurt had told one of his friends from New Directions, that tomorrow was his first day at a new school, he would have had to spend the rest of the night dissecting it. Mercedes would want to know what he was going to wear while Rachel would want to know if Forks High had a glee club, which he sincerely doubted, and Blaine...Blaine would tell him not to be nervous or perhaps ask him if he was nervous.
Even without telling his friends about his imminent start at a new school, he had a phone full of texts asking him those very things. His fingers ached to respond to them, even if he did feel more than a little suffocated by their concern for him, but he didn't. He couldn't. Not without thinking about Lima which then, in turn, made him think about his dad. So instead of responding, he just deleted the messages and turned off his phone.
After painstakingly choosing his outfit for the next day, Kurt went to bed early in preparation for his first day of school. He didn't fall asleep right away, however. In fact, it was a long time before he was able to fall asleep, the sound of rain falling against his windows and the distant howling of wolves keeping him awake.
Instead he spent most of the night staring outside of his window at the cascading rain. Once he even thought he saw what looked to be not one but two huge wolves in the woods outside his window, but the next second they were gone, so he just assumed it had been a trick of the light.
Before finally falling asleep, he resolved to ask his aunt about it in the morning even though he was pretty sure that he had imagined the entire thing. After all, there was no way a wolf could be that big, was there?