To Fix You: Part 7 (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 | 4 | 5 | 6
I am such an awful student! Writing fanfic instead of papers! But lucky for you guys because it means you get another update! I took some dialogue from Eclipse. I don't own that, but I'm guessing you know. Hopefully you won't find Kurt too OOC here. Or Jacob. Or anybody. I know it didn't take Quil long to phase back, but I'm going off the assumption that he's a natural like Jacob because he has it on both sides of his family like Jacob. Now, this really will be your last update until next week!
Happy Saturday!
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
Chapter Seven
Only the fact that Quil was wet stopped Kurt from launching himself at him. Instead, he stepped back so that the two boys could enter the house.
"Let me get you a towel," he said after closing the door behind them. The house, like all houses on the reservation, was small, so it didn't take long for him to walk to the bathroom and back. When he got back with the towels, they were talking in low tones.
"Thanks," Jacob said. He was staring at Kurt again in the same intense way he had this morning.
Kurt flushed under the heat of his gaze before turning his attention to Quil. He looked him over for any injury. When he didn't find any, he heaved a sigh of relief. "You're okay," he breathed.
Quil rolled his eyes. "'Course I'm okay. I mean, yeah, I was freaked out when I first phased-and so were you! You should have seen your face!-but after I calmed down a bit, it was okay. More than okay, actually." He grinned, looking more animated than he ever had.
"Hmm," Kurt said slowly, eying Jacob out of the side of his eyes. "And I suppose this was the reason that your friends abandoned you?"
Jacob grimaced. He gave Quil a sheepish look which Quil rolled his eyes at. It wasn't Quil that answered, though. It was Jacob.
"Yeah. It's a secret-no one that's not a part of the pack is supposed to know. And it's dangerous. You saw Quil. If you hadn't moved when he phased-if he had been closer…" he trailed off, closing his eyes in what appeared to be pain. He was shaking slightly.
Kurt peered curiously at him. "Safe-that's what you meant by safe." It wasn't a question-it was a statement.
Jacob nodded but did not open his eyes. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little strangled. "I just…if you had been hurt-if he had hurt you-I can't."
Quil's lips pulled into a small frown as the shaking continued. He put his hand on Jacob's shoulder. "Jacob, look, man, he's okay. Nothing happened."
Annoyed, Kurt looked from Quil to Jacob and then back to Quil. "He," he began archly, "is right here, you know. And he wants to know what's going on. Right. Now."
Jacob took one deep breath and then another. He shook his head several times. Slowly, the tremors began to lessen until he was completely still. Only then did he open his eyes.
"Yeah, okay," he said at last.
Quil's stomach growled loudly, then, causing Kurt to sigh and Jacob to laugh in spite of the situation.
"Come on," Kurt said, reaching out for Quil's large, warm hand. He pulled him towards the kitchen. "I suppose watching the storm come in is out, but I did make your sandwiches."
Quil let out a gusty sigh as he settled down into the chair he always used at the little table in the kitchen. Jacob sat down awkwardly across from him.
"Hummies," Quil crowed. "You've got to try these sandwiches, Jake. I swear they are awesome."
Kurt rolled his eyes at his best friend. "For the last time, it's hummus," he said, letting a little annoyance bleed into his voice, but he shot Quil an indulgent smile. Quil reminded him so much of Finn-minus the inappropriate crush, of course.
He set the container of sandwiches down on the table in between the boys and watched in amusement as Quil ate two sandwiches in quick succession. Jacob looked at the sandwiches as if they were made of radioactive waste for several seconds, his eyes flitting between the sandwiches and Quil, before shrugging and grabbing one. He ate the sandwich in only two bites, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Kurt watched for a few more minutes before breaking the silence. "Your increased appetites…is that a wolf thing?" he asked.
Mouth full, Quil nodded. "'he 'eat, too," he said in between chews, bits of hummus flying out.
Kurt scrunched his nose up at the display before he took to studying the two boys. They were both so large. It was strange. Quil almost seemed larger than he had been this morning. It wasn't just their height, though they both towered over him, not as easy feat as he stood around 6' himself. The way Quil moved was different, too. More… sinuous, maybe? More graceful definitely. The Quil he knew before-even the Quil he knew only yesterday-was awkward. He was built, yes, but he had moved as if he still hadn't grown into his bulk. This Quil moved fluidly. He wondered if Jacob had gone through the same changes after…what had they called it…phasing? He never knew Jacob before-he didn't know him now-but perhaps he had.
Jacob must have sensed Kurt watching him because he turned, allowing their eyes to meet. The way Jacob looked at him…it was so intense. Like Kurt was the only person in the world, like Kurt was the only person he could see.
Blushing once again, Kurt lowered his eyes to stare at the table. Between the three of them-well, two of them, really, because Kurt had only had one-they had devoured all of the sandwiches.
Kurt took a deep breath before finally looking up again. "I think," he said shakily. He took another deep breath. "I think it's time you explained what's going on."
"Okay," Jacob said after exchanging a look with Quil. "Okay. Well, Quil told you the legends-about how we descended from wolves, about how we're spirit warriors."
Kurt nodded. "Yes."
Jacob paused. He looked like he was steeling himself for something. His face was shadowed, his body tense. "There are other legends, too. About the men who share their bodies with wolves-the werewolves. About how they, ah, find their mates."
He paused, his eyes locking on Kurt's almost automatically. "Their soul mates," he clarified at his no doubt puzzled expression. "They call it imprinting."
"Oh," Kurt said, a little breathlessly. Jacob was staring at him again. It made him nervous, so he averted his eyes, staring fixedly at the scratched and worn surface of the table. "How does it-how do you know?"
He could see Jacob bite his lower lip from the corner of his eyes. "Well, the elders aren't exactly sure how it works, but… it's like…gravity moves. When you see them, suddenly it's not the earth holding you here anymore. They do. And nothing matters more than them. And you would do anything for them, be anything for them…"
Kurt raised his head, then, and looked at Jacob, his mind whirling a hundred miles a minute. He looked from Jacob to Quil and then back to Jacob.
"And you…imprinted on me." Once again, it was not a question. Without Jacob ever telling him, he knew. It was the only thing that explained everything else. "That day…in the diner. You looked at me. And you've been following me."
Jacob nodded, so Kurt continued. "When I saw you in the woods this morning, you looked so frightened-frightened to find me there."
"Yeah," Jacob said, strangled. "The woods aren't safe."
"Because of the wolves?"
"Did Quil tell you why our ancestors turned into wolves? Why it all started?" Jacob asked instead of answering his question.
"He said you were protectors-that the spirit warrior-the wolf-men-had to protect the tribe from their enemies."
"Enemy," Jacob corrected. "We only have the one."
"Vampires," Kurt breathed out in a horrified tone. He had laughed at Quil the day before for believing in vampires, but it was something different to know they were real.
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. We've been tracking one-a leech-for weeks. When I saw you in the woods, I just…" he trailed off again, closing his eyes.
Unbidden, he reached out and placed his hand on Jacob's arm. At his touch, Jacob relaxed. After a minute, he opened his eyes once more.
"Thanks."
Silence fell over the three. The only noise in the kitchen for several minutes was the rain pelting down on the rooftop.
Kurt struggled to make sense of everything. It was so much-almost too much-to find out that all the creatures he once thought of as mythological were real, to find out that he had a soul mate… He had always dreamed of having one, had thought foolishly that Blaine had been his. Blaine, who had always seemed to be perfect for him. Blaine, who liked the same music that Kurt did. Blaine, who could quote Vogue as well as Kurt did.
"So what does it mean? This…imprinting?" he asked finally.
Jacob considered that for a minute. "The elders think…thought…that we imprint to breed stronger wolves…but obviously that can't be true. I think it means that we imprint to find our other half, the one who completes us."
"And for you, that's me." Again, not a question.
"Yeah," Jacob said.
"You said before that when you imprint, you would do anything for them, be anything for them."
Jacob nodded. "It doesn't have to be romantic. I'll be anything you want me to be. Friend, brother…lover," he blushed wildly after he said the last word.
"But you want it to be romantic," Kurt pointed out. "I've seen the way you look at me."
"Yeah," Jacob agreed. "But this isn't about me. It's about you. Whatever you want. Whatever you need."
Kurt lapsed back into silence. When he spoke again, his words were careful. "Are you…I mean, before this, did you like even boys?"
"Well, no, but that doesn't matter. I don't care that you're a boy. You could be a boy or a…" he struggled for a word. "It doesn't matter," he said again. "All I see is you."
"Oh."
Jacob's expression turned earnest. "I know it's a lot to take in. I don't expect you to… I don't expect anything. I just… I want to get to know you. Be your friend."
Kurt searched his face, looking for confirmation. If Jacob was satisfied with only being his friend…maybe that would be fine.
The idea of having a soul mate…he had always wanted one, someone to care for only him. He never thought he would have one, never thought it was possible, even though he'd dreamed about it.
But…
But…he wasn't sure he could love anyone-not anymore.
His heart was iced over, frozen solid, and he wasn't sure it could ever be thawed. Sometimes, when he was with Quil, when the chill had abated, he thought maybe, one day, he would be himself again. But he wasn't sure.
But if Jacob wanted friendship…if he just wanted to get to know him…Kurt felt certain he could do that much, at least. Even if he wasn't sure he could ever be anything else. They could be friends.
"Friends?" Kurt questioned.
Jacob nodded eagerly.
Kurt sucked in a shaky breath. He smiled though it was hesitant. "I do need more friends," he said finally. "Quil's my only friend in Forks. I don't know anyone else, really."
Jacob beamed, then, a radiant smile that seemed to brighten the entire room up. "That's great. I can introduce you to some other people. If you can get along with this bozo over there," he motioned at Quil, "then I bet you'll really get along with Embry. Oh! And Bella-she's my best friend-she goes to Forks High, too. I'll introduce you to her."
Quil, who hadn't spoken during the entire exchange, let out a chortle and muttered something that sounded remarkably like, "Whipped." When Kurt quirked a brow at him, he just shrugged and gave Jacob a significant look.
Jacob glowered at him, but his face smoothed over when he turned to look at Kurt. "Just ignore him, that's what I always do."
Kurt was just about to open his mouth to speak when he saw both Jacob and Quil whip their heads toward the window that faced the forest.
Jacob sighed and both boys pushed themselves to their feet.
"We should go," he said at last. He gave Kurt an expectant look when he didn't move.
"I'm sorry-what?"
"Millie and Becky won't be home for hours," he said as if it explained everything.
"And?"
Quil shot Jacob an exasperated look and grabbed Kurt by the hand, pulling him easily out of his chair. Jacob made a distressed noise at the back of his throat which caused Quil to roll his eyes. "Relax, Jake, geez. I'm not gonna hurt him, he's my best friend! Look, Kurt, it's like this. You shouldn't be alone. Not till we catch this leech."
Kurt's eyes widened in panic, and when he spoke, his voice trembled. "Are you telling me that there's a vampire in La Push now?"
Kurt had never enjoyed horror movies, but he had always been especially frightened of vampires-ever since he had stayed up late one night to watch some cheesy vampire movie with his dad. His mom had been livid, and he had had nightmares for days. The fear never went away. In fact, he had had nightmares for weeks when they had had to read Dracula for English the previous fall. It was one thing to know that vampires were real, but they were saying that there was one there… it was like all of his nightmares come to life.
"Shit, Quil! Look at what you did," Jacob said, but his voice sounded odd, far away almost. Kurt was vaguely aware that someone was pushing him back into a chair.
It was only when he heard Jacob tell him to take it easy that he realized he was almost hyperventilating. He closed his eyes and struggled to control his breathing. It took several minutes but finally he felt his breathing return to normal. When he opened his eyes, Jacob looked panicked and Quil looked contrite.
"Sorry," he said. "I just… vampires." He shuddered. "I've always been afraid of them."
Jacob sighed. "As long as you stay indoors, and preferably not alone, you'll be fine. The leech is trying to get around us to Forks anyway. I would just feel better if…if I knew you were safe."
"It'll be fun," Quil said. "We can go over Jake's for a while, and then you can sleep over my house. I'm sure you're aunt'll feel better if you aren't alone. I know they'll be at the hospital for the rest of the night probably."
Kurt nodded. "Okay. Sure. I'll just grab some things from room, then."
"I'll go with you," Quil volunteered.
Kurt rolled his eyes. He didn't need an escort to his room, but he allowed it with only minimal fuss.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Quil said when they were alone.
"It's just…it's been a long day," Kurt said.
And it had. Not only had it been a long day, but his entire world view had changed in a matter of hours. He mechanically packed a change of clothes and his pajamas in his overnight bag. He threw his cell phone charger in the bag as well.
When he was finished, he waited while Quil rummaged through his DVD collection and grabbed a few. He lifted a brow when he saw the titles. "I didn't know you liked musicals, Quil. Weren't you just telling me the other day how awful they were?"
Quil shrugged. "Yeah, but you like them. Now come on before Jake comes to see what's taking us so long."
Quil didn't wait for him. He just grabbed Kurt's bag and left the room. Sighing, Kurt followed him.
Jacob was waiting anxiously for them in the entry hall. He seemed to relax the moment he set eyes on Kurt once again.
"You ready?" he asked.
Kurt hesitated slightly before nodding. "Yes," he said. "I'm ready."
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 | 4 | 5 | 6
I am such an awful student! Writing fanfic instead of papers! But lucky for you guys because it means you get another update! I took some dialogue from Eclipse. I don't own that, but I'm guessing you know. Hopefully you won't find Kurt too OOC here. Or Jacob. Or anybody. I know it didn't take Quil long to phase back, but I'm going off the assumption that he's a natural like Jacob because he has it on both sides of his family like Jacob. Now, this really will be your last update until next week!
Happy Saturday!
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
Chapter Seven
Only the fact that Quil was wet stopped Kurt from launching himself at him. Instead, he stepped back so that the two boys could enter the house.
"Let me get you a towel," he said after closing the door behind them. The house, like all houses on the reservation, was small, so it didn't take long for him to walk to the bathroom and back. When he got back with the towels, they were talking in low tones.
"Thanks," Jacob said. He was staring at Kurt again in the same intense way he had this morning.
Kurt flushed under the heat of his gaze before turning his attention to Quil. He looked him over for any injury. When he didn't find any, he heaved a sigh of relief. "You're okay," he breathed.
Quil rolled his eyes. "'Course I'm okay. I mean, yeah, I was freaked out when I first phased-and so were you! You should have seen your face!-but after I calmed down a bit, it was okay. More than okay, actually." He grinned, looking more animated than he ever had.
"Hmm," Kurt said slowly, eying Jacob out of the side of his eyes. "And I suppose this was the reason that your friends abandoned you?"
Jacob grimaced. He gave Quil a sheepish look which Quil rolled his eyes at. It wasn't Quil that answered, though. It was Jacob.
"Yeah. It's a secret-no one that's not a part of the pack is supposed to know. And it's dangerous. You saw Quil. If you hadn't moved when he phased-if he had been closer…" he trailed off, closing his eyes in what appeared to be pain. He was shaking slightly.
Kurt peered curiously at him. "Safe-that's what you meant by safe." It wasn't a question-it was a statement.
Jacob nodded but did not open his eyes. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little strangled. "I just…if you had been hurt-if he had hurt you-I can't."
Quil's lips pulled into a small frown as the shaking continued. He put his hand on Jacob's shoulder. "Jacob, look, man, he's okay. Nothing happened."
Annoyed, Kurt looked from Quil to Jacob and then back to Quil. "He," he began archly, "is right here, you know. And he wants to know what's going on. Right. Now."
Jacob took one deep breath and then another. He shook his head several times. Slowly, the tremors began to lessen until he was completely still. Only then did he open his eyes.
"Yeah, okay," he said at last.
Quil's stomach growled loudly, then, causing Kurt to sigh and Jacob to laugh in spite of the situation.
"Come on," Kurt said, reaching out for Quil's large, warm hand. He pulled him towards the kitchen. "I suppose watching the storm come in is out, but I did make your sandwiches."
Quil let out a gusty sigh as he settled down into the chair he always used at the little table in the kitchen. Jacob sat down awkwardly across from him.
"Hummies," Quil crowed. "You've got to try these sandwiches, Jake. I swear they are awesome."
Kurt rolled his eyes at his best friend. "For the last time, it's hummus," he said, letting a little annoyance bleed into his voice, but he shot Quil an indulgent smile. Quil reminded him so much of Finn-minus the inappropriate crush, of course.
He set the container of sandwiches down on the table in between the boys and watched in amusement as Quil ate two sandwiches in quick succession. Jacob looked at the sandwiches as if they were made of radioactive waste for several seconds, his eyes flitting between the sandwiches and Quil, before shrugging and grabbing one. He ate the sandwich in only two bites, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Kurt watched for a few more minutes before breaking the silence. "Your increased appetites…is that a wolf thing?" he asked.
Mouth full, Quil nodded. "'he 'eat, too," he said in between chews, bits of hummus flying out.
Kurt scrunched his nose up at the display before he took to studying the two boys. They were both so large. It was strange. Quil almost seemed larger than he had been this morning. It wasn't just their height, though they both towered over him, not as easy feat as he stood around 6' himself. The way Quil moved was different, too. More… sinuous, maybe? More graceful definitely. The Quil he knew before-even the Quil he knew only yesterday-was awkward. He was built, yes, but he had moved as if he still hadn't grown into his bulk. This Quil moved fluidly. He wondered if Jacob had gone through the same changes after…what had they called it…phasing? He never knew Jacob before-he didn't know him now-but perhaps he had.
Jacob must have sensed Kurt watching him because he turned, allowing their eyes to meet. The way Jacob looked at him…it was so intense. Like Kurt was the only person in the world, like Kurt was the only person he could see.
Blushing once again, Kurt lowered his eyes to stare at the table. Between the three of them-well, two of them, really, because Kurt had only had one-they had devoured all of the sandwiches.
Kurt took a deep breath before finally looking up again. "I think," he said shakily. He took another deep breath. "I think it's time you explained what's going on."
"Okay," Jacob said after exchanging a look with Quil. "Okay. Well, Quil told you the legends-about how we descended from wolves, about how we're spirit warriors."
Kurt nodded. "Yes."
Jacob paused. He looked like he was steeling himself for something. His face was shadowed, his body tense. "There are other legends, too. About the men who share their bodies with wolves-the werewolves. About how they, ah, find their mates."
He paused, his eyes locking on Kurt's almost automatically. "Their soul mates," he clarified at his no doubt puzzled expression. "They call it imprinting."
"Oh," Kurt said, a little breathlessly. Jacob was staring at him again. It made him nervous, so he averted his eyes, staring fixedly at the scratched and worn surface of the table. "How does it-how do you know?"
He could see Jacob bite his lower lip from the corner of his eyes. "Well, the elders aren't exactly sure how it works, but… it's like…gravity moves. When you see them, suddenly it's not the earth holding you here anymore. They do. And nothing matters more than them. And you would do anything for them, be anything for them…"
Kurt raised his head, then, and looked at Jacob, his mind whirling a hundred miles a minute. He looked from Jacob to Quil and then back to Jacob.
"And you…imprinted on me." Once again, it was not a question. Without Jacob ever telling him, he knew. It was the only thing that explained everything else. "That day…in the diner. You looked at me. And you've been following me."
Jacob nodded, so Kurt continued. "When I saw you in the woods this morning, you looked so frightened-frightened to find me there."
"Yeah," Jacob said, strangled. "The woods aren't safe."
"Because of the wolves?"
"Did Quil tell you why our ancestors turned into wolves? Why it all started?" Jacob asked instead of answering his question.
"He said you were protectors-that the spirit warrior-the wolf-men-had to protect the tribe from their enemies."
"Enemy," Jacob corrected. "We only have the one."
"Vampires," Kurt breathed out in a horrified tone. He had laughed at Quil the day before for believing in vampires, but it was something different to know they were real.
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. We've been tracking one-a leech-for weeks. When I saw you in the woods, I just…" he trailed off again, closing his eyes.
Unbidden, he reached out and placed his hand on Jacob's arm. At his touch, Jacob relaxed. After a minute, he opened his eyes once more.
"Thanks."
Silence fell over the three. The only noise in the kitchen for several minutes was the rain pelting down on the rooftop.
Kurt struggled to make sense of everything. It was so much-almost too much-to find out that all the creatures he once thought of as mythological were real, to find out that he had a soul mate… He had always dreamed of having one, had thought foolishly that Blaine had been his. Blaine, who had always seemed to be perfect for him. Blaine, who liked the same music that Kurt did. Blaine, who could quote Vogue as well as Kurt did.
"So what does it mean? This…imprinting?" he asked finally.
Jacob considered that for a minute. "The elders think…thought…that we imprint to breed stronger wolves…but obviously that can't be true. I think it means that we imprint to find our other half, the one who completes us."
"And for you, that's me." Again, not a question.
"Yeah," Jacob said.
"You said before that when you imprint, you would do anything for them, be anything for them."
Jacob nodded. "It doesn't have to be romantic. I'll be anything you want me to be. Friend, brother…lover," he blushed wildly after he said the last word.
"But you want it to be romantic," Kurt pointed out. "I've seen the way you look at me."
"Yeah," Jacob agreed. "But this isn't about me. It's about you. Whatever you want. Whatever you need."
Kurt lapsed back into silence. When he spoke again, his words were careful. "Are you…I mean, before this, did you like even boys?"
"Well, no, but that doesn't matter. I don't care that you're a boy. You could be a boy or a…" he struggled for a word. "It doesn't matter," he said again. "All I see is you."
"Oh."
Jacob's expression turned earnest. "I know it's a lot to take in. I don't expect you to… I don't expect anything. I just… I want to get to know you. Be your friend."
Kurt searched his face, looking for confirmation. If Jacob was satisfied with only being his friend…maybe that would be fine.
The idea of having a soul mate…he had always wanted one, someone to care for only him. He never thought he would have one, never thought it was possible, even though he'd dreamed about it.
But…
But…he wasn't sure he could love anyone-not anymore.
His heart was iced over, frozen solid, and he wasn't sure it could ever be thawed. Sometimes, when he was with Quil, when the chill had abated, he thought maybe, one day, he would be himself again. But he wasn't sure.
But if Jacob wanted friendship…if he just wanted to get to know him…Kurt felt certain he could do that much, at least. Even if he wasn't sure he could ever be anything else. They could be friends.
"Friends?" Kurt questioned.
Jacob nodded eagerly.
Kurt sucked in a shaky breath. He smiled though it was hesitant. "I do need more friends," he said finally. "Quil's my only friend in Forks. I don't know anyone else, really."
Jacob beamed, then, a radiant smile that seemed to brighten the entire room up. "That's great. I can introduce you to some other people. If you can get along with this bozo over there," he motioned at Quil, "then I bet you'll really get along with Embry. Oh! And Bella-she's my best friend-she goes to Forks High, too. I'll introduce you to her."
Quil, who hadn't spoken during the entire exchange, let out a chortle and muttered something that sounded remarkably like, "Whipped." When Kurt quirked a brow at him, he just shrugged and gave Jacob a significant look.
Jacob glowered at him, but his face smoothed over when he turned to look at Kurt. "Just ignore him, that's what I always do."
Kurt was just about to open his mouth to speak when he saw both Jacob and Quil whip their heads toward the window that faced the forest.
Jacob sighed and both boys pushed themselves to their feet.
"We should go," he said at last. He gave Kurt an expectant look when he didn't move.
"I'm sorry-what?"
"Millie and Becky won't be home for hours," he said as if it explained everything.
"And?"
Quil shot Jacob an exasperated look and grabbed Kurt by the hand, pulling him easily out of his chair. Jacob made a distressed noise at the back of his throat which caused Quil to roll his eyes. "Relax, Jake, geez. I'm not gonna hurt him, he's my best friend! Look, Kurt, it's like this. You shouldn't be alone. Not till we catch this leech."
Kurt's eyes widened in panic, and when he spoke, his voice trembled. "Are you telling me that there's a vampire in La Push now?"
Kurt had never enjoyed horror movies, but he had always been especially frightened of vampires-ever since he had stayed up late one night to watch some cheesy vampire movie with his dad. His mom had been livid, and he had had nightmares for days. The fear never went away. In fact, he had had nightmares for weeks when they had had to read Dracula for English the previous fall. It was one thing to know that vampires were real, but they were saying that there was one there… it was like all of his nightmares come to life.
"Shit, Quil! Look at what you did," Jacob said, but his voice sounded odd, far away almost. Kurt was vaguely aware that someone was pushing him back into a chair.
It was only when he heard Jacob tell him to take it easy that he realized he was almost hyperventilating. He closed his eyes and struggled to control his breathing. It took several minutes but finally he felt his breathing return to normal. When he opened his eyes, Jacob looked panicked and Quil looked contrite.
"Sorry," he said. "I just… vampires." He shuddered. "I've always been afraid of them."
Jacob sighed. "As long as you stay indoors, and preferably not alone, you'll be fine. The leech is trying to get around us to Forks anyway. I would just feel better if…if I knew you were safe."
"It'll be fun," Quil said. "We can go over Jake's for a while, and then you can sleep over my house. I'm sure you're aunt'll feel better if you aren't alone. I know they'll be at the hospital for the rest of the night probably."
Kurt nodded. "Okay. Sure. I'll just grab some things from room, then."
"I'll go with you," Quil volunteered.
Kurt rolled his eyes. He didn't need an escort to his room, but he allowed it with only minimal fuss.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Quil said when they were alone.
"It's just…it's been a long day," Kurt said.
And it had. Not only had it been a long day, but his entire world view had changed in a matter of hours. He mechanically packed a change of clothes and his pajamas in his overnight bag. He threw his cell phone charger in the bag as well.
When he was finished, he waited while Quil rummaged through his DVD collection and grabbed a few. He lifted a brow when he saw the titles. "I didn't know you liked musicals, Quil. Weren't you just telling me the other day how awful they were?"
Quil shrugged. "Yeah, but you like them. Now come on before Jake comes to see what's taking us so long."
Quil didn't wait for him. He just grabbed Kurt's bag and left the room. Sighing, Kurt followed him.
Jacob was waiting anxiously for them in the entry hall. He seemed to relax the moment he set eyes on Kurt once again.
"You ready?" he asked.
Kurt hesitated slightly before nodding. "Yes," he said. "I'm ready."