To Fix You: Part 4 (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 | 2 | 3
Once again, sorry for the length of time in between updates! However, I am working on a paper on the Twilight series, and inspiration hit last night. Hopefully, there won't be a huge weight for the next chapter as the semester is almost over. Hope you enjoy this! Not quite how I expected Jacob and Kurt to meet, but well, this is how it came about. There will be more interaction in the future, I promise!
To Fix You
By Koinaka
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
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
It wasn't too long before Kurt and Quil became inseparable. If he could have managed it, it was likely that Quil would have spent his every waking moment with Kurt at his aunt's house. Not that they spent much time in the house because Kurt still felt uncomfortable there. Millie and Rebekah had gone above and beyond to make him feel at home, but Kurt knew that it would never feel that way-that it could not ever feel that way. His home was with his dad, and now that his dad was gone...
But Kurt tried very hard not to think about things like that. Thoughts about before, about Lima, and his life there were forbidden.
And yet it seemed that, as the days went on, he found himself lingering on those forbidden thoughts more and more. He found himself comparing Quil to his other friends, to Finn more often than not.
Quil waved his hand in front of Kurt's face. "Hello? Earth to Kurt, y'there?"
Kurt shook his head, dissipating his thoughts before nodding. "Yes, of course."
Quil gave Kurt a speculative look, but after a moment shrugged and grinned. "So, what do you say about going to see the tide pools tomorrow? It's a bit of a hike, but…" He shrugged again.
"I think," Kurt said, slowly, pushing himself to his feet, "we should go now. Why wait until tomorrow?"
The two had been sitting inside La Push's only restaurant-a dingy little diner-for the better part of an hour while Quil had put away more food than should be humanly possible. A boring afternoon of tedious homework followed by an awkward night of conversation with his aunt was all that Kurt had to look forward to. Going to the tide pools-not that Kurt knew what those were exactly-was definitely better than the alternative.
"I dunno," Quil said, stuffing the last fry on his plate into his mouth. "I've got some homework to do-"
Kurt cut him off. "Leave that to me. I'll help you."
Quil shrugged. "Sounds good to me.
Kurt was nearly finished with his hot chocolate when the door to the diner opened and three rather large boys-the same boys that Kurt had seen Quil talking to the week before-entered. Quil's expression darkened as the boys strolled through the diner and seated themselves at the booth across from them.
"I'm gonna go pay," Quil muttered. Before Kurt could stop him, he was pushing himself out of his chair and stalking to the cash register.
Kurt turned his attention to the table of boys only to find one of them watching him. No, more than watching him, the boy's gaze was fixed on Kurt intently. Kurt stared back, wide-eyed, unable to break the gaze for several long seconds. It was only when Quil returned to the table that Kurt was able to tear his eyes away.
"What was that about?" Quil asked as they climbed into the Navigator.
"What was what about?"
"Jacob….he was staring at you," Quil paused. "You were staring at each other."
Now it was Kurt who shrugged. "I don't know," he answered honestly.
It was true. He didn't know why the boy-Jacob-had stared at him nor why he had stared back. He flushed as he remembered the heat of the stare but quickly put the boy-and the stare-out of his mind.
Though the hike to the tidal pools was short just like Quil had assured him, it required them to travel through a portion of the forest which made Kurt incredibly uneasy. It didn't help that it began to drizzle when they were, according to Quil's estimation, about half-way through the forest portion of the hike. The sound of the rain was cushioned considerably by the layers of greenery that seemed to be everywhere in the woods. Though it was not yet springtime, officially, the entire forest was brimming with new growth.
Kurt let out a gasp when they finally emerged from the trees.
"Cool, huh?" Quil said after a moment.
Kurt nodded dumbly. He followed Quil around as he pointed out the different tidal pools and the marine life each contained. Kurt had never been a huge fan of the outdoors, but he could definitely see the draw in a place like this.
Kurt and Quil settled onto adjacent rocks and watched as bright colored fish swan leisurely past in a nearby tidal pool. With the exception of a school trip to the zoo as a child, Kurt had never seen anything even remotely similar. He was fascinated-utterly transfixed by the lively movements of the fish, by their interaction with one another, by everything that he saw. He had never been one for the outdoors, but now he could definitely see what the appeal was.
They sat there together for a long time not caring that the rain drizzling was slowly drenching them. Quil chattered happily about their upcoming plans for the weekend and Spring Break which was quickly approaching. He planned on showing Kurt the other two beaches as well as the little enclave where his old tree house was. He had also been attempting to persuade Kurt to go cliff diving but to no avail as Kurt was deathly afraid of heights. All in all it was a peaceful afternoon.
Once or twice, however, Kurt's attention was drawn to a rustling in a thicket of trees near where they were sitting. He was sure that someone was there watching them, but he was never able to catch them.
"I don't see anything. Must have been an animal or something," Quil said the second time Kurt pointed it out to him. "It is the forest, y'know."
Kurt's lips pulled into a small frown. "Yes, maybe," he allowed.
"Let's head back," Quil suggested a few minutes later when his stomach let out a loud rumble. "I'm starved, and Rebekah promised us meatloaf for dinner, remember?"
Kurt gave his friend an incredulous look. "How can be hungry again?" he asked. "And where do you put it all? You practically ate an entire cow at the diner this afternoon!"
Quil patted his flat stomach. "What can I say? I'm a growing boy! And Rebekah is the best cook, I know!"
They spent the rest of the evening doing homework and cementing their plans for the weekend.
Thoughts of their upcoming plans to head to Seattle for some much needed shopping followed by a week of no school was the only thing that kept Kurt sane through the next day at school. He lived for the time he spent with Quil because it was the only time he felt remotely human.
Quil was waiting for him when he got home like he was most days, but unlike most days, there was a prominent frown on his face.
"Bad news," he told Kurt before he'd even gotten out of the Navigator. "I can't go with you to Seattle. My mom needs my help at the shop tomorrow. I tried to get out of it, but… well, you know how parents can be."
Thinking of all of the days he had spent helping his dad at the tire shop, Kurt nodded.
"We can go another day," Quil promised. "We'll have plenty of free time over Spring Break."
It was still dark when Kurt woke up on Saturday morning. Faced with spending an entire day in the company of Millie and Rebekah, he showered and dressed quickly. He wasn't sure what he was going to do for an entire day in the tiny reservation, but he knew that he couldn't just sit around the house all day. He penned a note to Millie before leaving.
He drove around for half an hour or so before he ended up at First Beach. He was surprised to find that he was not the only one at the beach despite the early hour. Parked across from him was a red truck -a very old red truck. A quick scan of the beach, however, revealed that he was very much alone however.
Shrugging, Kurt got out of the Navigator and made his way down the deserted beach. He was just about to sit down on the same piece of driftwood he had sat on with Quil during his first visit to the beach when two figures emerged from the clearing on the far side of the beach. One of the figures was Jacob, the strange boy from the diner that had looked at him so intently, and the other was a small, pale, girl who looked vaguely familiar. They seemed to be heading in the direction of the parking lot but turned abruptly and walked in his direction.
It didn't take long for the boy to reach Kurt but the girl, on the other hand, lagged behind looking decidedly uncomfortable.
"Yes? Can I help you?" Kurt asked coolly after a moment or two had passed-moments in which the boy had done nothing but just stare at Kurt with the same heated look as before.
"I was just-you're Kurt, right?" the boy stammered, flushing slightly.
Kurt just raised a sculpted brow as if to say obviously. Even though they'd never met before, it wasn't unbelievable for the boy-Jacob, his mind corrected-to know his name. As the newcomer in a ridiculously tiny community, everyone seemed to know his name already.
"I'm Jacob," the boy continued. "I just wanted to say hello."
"I know who you are," Kurt said, his voice as icy as ever. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone."
A hurt look flitted across Jacob's face before it was replaced by one of determination. "Sure, sure," he said. "I'll just-I'll just see you around, then."
Kurt didn't think anything else about the encounter. He spent the morning wandering the beach only heading back to the Navigator when he was half frozen.
The next two days passed in much the same way as Quil's mother seemed determined to keep the two separated by enlisting Quil to spend long hours working in the small convenience store she ran. Quil assured him it wasn't intentional, but Kurt couldn't shake the feeling that it was. Though Quil's mother and grandfather had been nothing but polite to him, Kurt always got the impression that they didn't exactly approve of their friendship.
"You're crazy," Quil told him after the third day of being forced into working at the store. "My mom likes you. It's just-something weird is going on on the reservation. I overheard my grandfather talking to Billy Black last night, saying something about The Tribe being in danger."
"Danger?" Kurt said with a slightly bemused look on his face. "What sort of danger? This has to be the most boring city on the face of the earth."
Quil shrugged. "Dunno, but that's just what Billy said. There's gotta be something to it, though, because my mom made me swear to stay away from the beach."
"The beach?" Kurt said, incredulously. "I've been at the beach every day this week, and I haven't seen another person at all." Except for the first day, he mentally added, but he didn't want to bring up the fact that Jacob, who had once been Quil's best friend, had attempted to make conversation with Kurt.
"I know, I know," Quil sighed. "Can we talk about something else, please? Something that doesn't involve The Tribe."
Kurt raised a brow at Quil's antics. He made the tribe seem like some sort of nefarious group instead of his family.
Quil sighed again. "Sorry, it's just…my mom been giving me the strangest looks for days. And," he paused for a moment before continuing. "Something I heard my grandfather say to Billy freaked me out a little."
"Well, what did he say?" Kurt asked when Quil fell silent.
His friend hesitated. "He said…he said that it was just a matter of time before I joined the pack."
"The pack? What sort of pack?"
Quil shrugged. "Dunno."
Kurt put on a bright smile that didn't quite reach his eyes in an attempt to cheer up his friend. "How about we head over to my house and watch a DVD? Rebekah said something about baking cookies before I left, and if I know her, she made enough to feed a small army."
At the word cookies, Quil seemed to perk up. "Fine, but I get to pick the DVD. You have awful taste."
Kurt let out a put-upon sigh. "As if your taste is any better."
"Hey!" Quil exclaimed in mock outrage. "The Godfather is a classic."
"So is The Sound of Music."
The two friends continued bickering as they crossed the street separating Quil's house from Kurt's never noticing the pair of eyes following their every movement.
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 | 2 | 3
Once again, sorry for the length of time in between updates! However, I am working on a paper on the Twilight series, and inspiration hit last night. Hopefully, there won't be a huge weight for the next chapter as the semester is almost over. Hope you enjoy this! Not quite how I expected Jacob and Kurt to meet, but well, this is how it came about. There will be more interaction in the future, I promise!
To Fix You
By Koinaka
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
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
It wasn't too long before Kurt and Quil became inseparable. If he could have managed it, it was likely that Quil would have spent his every waking moment with Kurt at his aunt's house. Not that they spent much time in the house because Kurt still felt uncomfortable there. Millie and Rebekah had gone above and beyond to make him feel at home, but Kurt knew that it would never feel that way-that it could not ever feel that way. His home was with his dad, and now that his dad was gone...
But Kurt tried very hard not to think about things like that. Thoughts about before, about Lima, and his life there were forbidden.
And yet it seemed that, as the days went on, he found himself lingering on those forbidden thoughts more and more. He found himself comparing Quil to his other friends, to Finn more often than not.
Quil waved his hand in front of Kurt's face. "Hello? Earth to Kurt, y'there?"
Kurt shook his head, dissipating his thoughts before nodding. "Yes, of course."
Quil gave Kurt a speculative look, but after a moment shrugged and grinned. "So, what do you say about going to see the tide pools tomorrow? It's a bit of a hike, but…" He shrugged again.
"I think," Kurt said, slowly, pushing himself to his feet, "we should go now. Why wait until tomorrow?"
The two had been sitting inside La Push's only restaurant-a dingy little diner-for the better part of an hour while Quil had put away more food than should be humanly possible. A boring afternoon of tedious homework followed by an awkward night of conversation with his aunt was all that Kurt had to look forward to. Going to the tide pools-not that Kurt knew what those were exactly-was definitely better than the alternative.
"I dunno," Quil said, stuffing the last fry on his plate into his mouth. "I've got some homework to do-"
Kurt cut him off. "Leave that to me. I'll help you."
Quil shrugged. "Sounds good to me.
Kurt was nearly finished with his hot chocolate when the door to the diner opened and three rather large boys-the same boys that Kurt had seen Quil talking to the week before-entered. Quil's expression darkened as the boys strolled through the diner and seated themselves at the booth across from them.
"I'm gonna go pay," Quil muttered. Before Kurt could stop him, he was pushing himself out of his chair and stalking to the cash register.
Kurt turned his attention to the table of boys only to find one of them watching him. No, more than watching him, the boy's gaze was fixed on Kurt intently. Kurt stared back, wide-eyed, unable to break the gaze for several long seconds. It was only when Quil returned to the table that Kurt was able to tear his eyes away.
"What was that about?" Quil asked as they climbed into the Navigator.
"What was what about?"
"Jacob….he was staring at you," Quil paused. "You were staring at each other."
Now it was Kurt who shrugged. "I don't know," he answered honestly.
It was true. He didn't know why the boy-Jacob-had stared at him nor why he had stared back. He flushed as he remembered the heat of the stare but quickly put the boy-and the stare-out of his mind.
Though the hike to the tidal pools was short just like Quil had assured him, it required them to travel through a portion of the forest which made Kurt incredibly uneasy. It didn't help that it began to drizzle when they were, according to Quil's estimation, about half-way through the forest portion of the hike. The sound of the rain was cushioned considerably by the layers of greenery that seemed to be everywhere in the woods. Though it was not yet springtime, officially, the entire forest was brimming with new growth.
Kurt let out a gasp when they finally emerged from the trees.
"Cool, huh?" Quil said after a moment.
Kurt nodded dumbly. He followed Quil around as he pointed out the different tidal pools and the marine life each contained. Kurt had never been a huge fan of the outdoors, but he could definitely see the draw in a place like this.
Kurt and Quil settled onto adjacent rocks and watched as bright colored fish swan leisurely past in a nearby tidal pool. With the exception of a school trip to the zoo as a child, Kurt had never seen anything even remotely similar. He was fascinated-utterly transfixed by the lively movements of the fish, by their interaction with one another, by everything that he saw. He had never been one for the outdoors, but now he could definitely see what the appeal was.
They sat there together for a long time not caring that the rain drizzling was slowly drenching them. Quil chattered happily about their upcoming plans for the weekend and Spring Break which was quickly approaching. He planned on showing Kurt the other two beaches as well as the little enclave where his old tree house was. He had also been attempting to persuade Kurt to go cliff diving but to no avail as Kurt was deathly afraid of heights. All in all it was a peaceful afternoon.
Once or twice, however, Kurt's attention was drawn to a rustling in a thicket of trees near where they were sitting. He was sure that someone was there watching them, but he was never able to catch them.
"I don't see anything. Must have been an animal or something," Quil said the second time Kurt pointed it out to him. "It is the forest, y'know."
Kurt's lips pulled into a small frown. "Yes, maybe," he allowed.
"Let's head back," Quil suggested a few minutes later when his stomach let out a loud rumble. "I'm starved, and Rebekah promised us meatloaf for dinner, remember?"
Kurt gave his friend an incredulous look. "How can be hungry again?" he asked. "And where do you put it all? You practically ate an entire cow at the diner this afternoon!"
Quil patted his flat stomach. "What can I say? I'm a growing boy! And Rebekah is the best cook, I know!"
They spent the rest of the evening doing homework and cementing their plans for the weekend.
Thoughts of their upcoming plans to head to Seattle for some much needed shopping followed by a week of no school was the only thing that kept Kurt sane through the next day at school. He lived for the time he spent with Quil because it was the only time he felt remotely human.
Quil was waiting for him when he got home like he was most days, but unlike most days, there was a prominent frown on his face.
"Bad news," he told Kurt before he'd even gotten out of the Navigator. "I can't go with you to Seattle. My mom needs my help at the shop tomorrow. I tried to get out of it, but… well, you know how parents can be."
Thinking of all of the days he had spent helping his dad at the tire shop, Kurt nodded.
"We can go another day," Quil promised. "We'll have plenty of free time over Spring Break."
It was still dark when Kurt woke up on Saturday morning. Faced with spending an entire day in the company of Millie and Rebekah, he showered and dressed quickly. He wasn't sure what he was going to do for an entire day in the tiny reservation, but he knew that he couldn't just sit around the house all day. He penned a note to Millie before leaving.
He drove around for half an hour or so before he ended up at First Beach. He was surprised to find that he was not the only one at the beach despite the early hour. Parked across from him was a red truck -a very old red truck. A quick scan of the beach, however, revealed that he was very much alone however.
Shrugging, Kurt got out of the Navigator and made his way down the deserted beach. He was just about to sit down on the same piece of driftwood he had sat on with Quil during his first visit to the beach when two figures emerged from the clearing on the far side of the beach. One of the figures was Jacob, the strange boy from the diner that had looked at him so intently, and the other was a small, pale, girl who looked vaguely familiar. They seemed to be heading in the direction of the parking lot but turned abruptly and walked in his direction.
It didn't take long for the boy to reach Kurt but the girl, on the other hand, lagged behind looking decidedly uncomfortable.
"Yes? Can I help you?" Kurt asked coolly after a moment or two had passed-moments in which the boy had done nothing but just stare at Kurt with the same heated look as before.
"I was just-you're Kurt, right?" the boy stammered, flushing slightly.
Kurt just raised a sculpted brow as if to say obviously. Even though they'd never met before, it wasn't unbelievable for the boy-Jacob, his mind corrected-to know his name. As the newcomer in a ridiculously tiny community, everyone seemed to know his name already.
"I'm Jacob," the boy continued. "I just wanted to say hello."
"I know who you are," Kurt said, his voice as icy as ever. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone."
A hurt look flitted across Jacob's face before it was replaced by one of determination. "Sure, sure," he said. "I'll just-I'll just see you around, then."
Kurt didn't think anything else about the encounter. He spent the morning wandering the beach only heading back to the Navigator when he was half frozen.
The next two days passed in much the same way as Quil's mother seemed determined to keep the two separated by enlisting Quil to spend long hours working in the small convenience store she ran. Quil assured him it wasn't intentional, but Kurt couldn't shake the feeling that it was. Though Quil's mother and grandfather had been nothing but polite to him, Kurt always got the impression that they didn't exactly approve of their friendship.
"You're crazy," Quil told him after the third day of being forced into working at the store. "My mom likes you. It's just-something weird is going on on the reservation. I overheard my grandfather talking to Billy Black last night, saying something about The Tribe being in danger."
"Danger?" Kurt said with a slightly bemused look on his face. "What sort of danger? This has to be the most boring city on the face of the earth."
Quil shrugged. "Dunno, but that's just what Billy said. There's gotta be something to it, though, because my mom made me swear to stay away from the beach."
"The beach?" Kurt said, incredulously. "I've been at the beach every day this week, and I haven't seen another person at all." Except for the first day, he mentally added, but he didn't want to bring up the fact that Jacob, who had once been Quil's best friend, had attempted to make conversation with Kurt.
"I know, I know," Quil sighed. "Can we talk about something else, please? Something that doesn't involve The Tribe."
Kurt raised a brow at Quil's antics. He made the tribe seem like some sort of nefarious group instead of his family.
Quil sighed again. "Sorry, it's just…my mom been giving me the strangest looks for days. And," he paused for a moment before continuing. "Something I heard my grandfather say to Billy freaked me out a little."
"Well, what did he say?" Kurt asked when Quil fell silent.
His friend hesitated. "He said…he said that it was just a matter of time before I joined the pack."
"The pack? What sort of pack?"
Quil shrugged. "Dunno."
Kurt put on a bright smile that didn't quite reach his eyes in an attempt to cheer up his friend. "How about we head over to my house and watch a DVD? Rebekah said something about baking cookies before I left, and if I know her, she made enough to feed a small army."
At the word cookies, Quil seemed to perk up. "Fine, but I get to pick the DVD. You have awful taste."
Kurt let out a put-upon sigh. "As if your taste is any better."
"Hey!" Quil exclaimed in mock outrage. "The Godfather is a classic."
"So is The Sound of Music."
The two friends continued bickering as they crossed the street separating Quil's house from Kurt's never noticing the pair of eyes following their every movement.