Ambulance 5/?
Title: Ambulance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Homophobia, violence
Pairings: Kurt/Finn
Summary: Pre-Season 1. Finn saves Kurt from bleeding to death after a nasty dumpster dive, setting in motion a chain of events that will forever change his life.
i built a monument
for the love we used to know
:-:
but that is far removed,
and you say that i'm gonna be okay
:-:
and yeah, i'm gonna be okay
but it doesn't seem that way
:-:
no love, not today
:-:
Kurt left Coach Sylvester's office, shaking. Tucked under his arm was a brand new Cheerios uniform. The conversation with Coach Sylvester was still ringing in his ears.
"So what you're saying, Lady Face, is that Sean Karofsky and his idiot brother attacked you?"
Kurt nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"And that Sean - without the aid of his idiot brother - physically assaulted you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And that a large group of football players stood around and encouraged them without stopping to help you, therefore making them guilty by association?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Kurt curled in on himself, trying to disappear into the hard, metal chair he was sitting in. Sue was pacing back and forth behind her desk.
"Now, Figgins. If this isn't enough to suspend the Karofsky brothers and put them on academic probation, and give the identified mob detention, then nothing is." Sue leaned towards the Principal. "Don't you agree?"
Figgins nodded quickly. "I have clearly misjudged the severity of this attack, and will rethink my punishments." He quivered like a schoolboy being scolded. "May I go now?"
Sue narrowed her eyes. "Get out of here. I'll be by to check in on those punishments. Not you." Kurt had stood with Figgins. He paled. "I need to talk to you, Lady."
He sat back down and wetted his lips, trying to still his shaking hands. Sue turned to rummage through a drawer as she spoke.
"So you're having trouble with the Brainless Bunch, eh, Porcelain?" Kurt nodded tersely. "Well, I have a proposition for you."
She tossed a bundle at him, and Kurt barely caught it. Handling the cloth carefully, he unfolded a male Cheerios uniform, just his size.
"But, Coach, I don't know anything about cheerleading-"
"I don't care." Kurt instantly shut up. "I saw you standing up to Karofsky just then, and I've seen you do it before. You've got guts, kid." She paused to sit down. "I want you to be my team manager."
"Excuse me?" Kurt's fingers tightened around the red material.
"Team Manager. You'll organize travel info for trips, set up fundraisers and constantly update my list of Cheerios and their offenses and penalties." Kurt looked away, unsure. "Nobody touches my Cheerios, Hummel. No one."
He looked up, surprised. Sue Sylvester, the most evil and terrifying cheerleading coach of all time, was offering him protection. This was the woman who shoved students into lockers for being in her way and hurled out insults like confetti. He felt oddly touched.
"Thanks, Coach."
She nodded. "Practice starts at six. Don't be late."
He sighed and shoved the uniform into his locker for safekeeping. Didn't want any harm coming to such a precious symbol of authority.
Kurt turned just in time to receive a face full of slushie, courtesy of Azimio. He sputtered, feeling cherry-flavored ice dripping into eyes and mouth.
At least the uniform was safe.
:-:
Finn, though on the other side of the school, was facing a similar problem. His face was currently dripping blue raspberry goop, and he was at wits end.
"What the hell, man?" He shoved Strando up against a locker, knocking the slushie cup from his hand. Strando smirked.
"'Sup, homo?"
Finn growled, tightening his grip on the other boy's forearms. "What'd you call me?"
Strando shrugged. "Just stating the obvious. It's clear you've gone to gay side and started fucking Hummel."
Finn was so taken aback that Strando managed to switch their positions, pinning Finn to the wall. "Don't talk about Kurt like that!" Finn shouted.
"I'll talk about your butt-buddy any way I like, you fag." Strando's voice was low and dangerous now. "You two absolutely disgust me."
Finn struggled against his grip, but the other boy held on. "What has Kurt ever done to you?"
"He's unnatural. You're unnatural." Strando let go of Finn, absolutely disgust in his voice. "Watch your back, homo."
Strando turned the corner, shoving aside some Mathletes as he passed. Finn watched him leave, stunned.
He blinked a couple of times, then noticed Quinn standing towards the end of the hall. She gave him a look of anger, then of sadness and pity.
Before he could react, she was gone, and his underwear was started to get soaked with ice.
:-:
"Mr. Ryerson, if I may?" Kurt raised his hand during glee club, legs crossed daintily. He had yet to discuss his and Finn's plans to form their own club with Mercedes, but he had a feeling she'd be in. "Without Finn, it seems like a duet contest is just worthless with only two pairs."
Mr. Ryerson seemed to understand Kurt's point; Hank's face fell.
"Might I suggest we perform the reprise of I'll Cover You instead? It's a group song, and a good chance for solos."
"Wonderful idea, Kurt!" Sandy cried, clapping his hands together. "Hank, do you know the part?"
Hank shook his head, and Kurt raised his hand again. "Mr. Ryerson, please. Just because I'm a countertenor doesn't mean I can't sing anything low. You'll find I have an impressive range."
Ryerson's eyes twinkled creepily. "Well, go ahead, Kurt. Show us what you can do." It almost sounded dirty when he said it; maybe Finn was right.
Kurt cleared his throat as Sandy began playing the piano. "Live in my house…I'll be your shelter…Just pay me back…with one thousand kisses…be my lover…and I'll cover you…"
He continued on, warming up his lower register beautifully. Mercedes hummed in harmony to the melody, and Rachel joined in after recovering from her shock. Hank just glared at Kurt.
When Kurt came to the real climax of the song, he put every emotion he had into it, feeling real tears prick at his eyes.
"I've longed to discover, something as true as this is, yeah!"
Mercedes took over, her voice a powerful and rich companion to his.
"So, with a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you-"
"If you're cold and you're lonely."
"With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you-"
"You've got one nickel only."
"With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you-"
"When you're worn out and tired."
"With a thousand sweet kisses-"
Kurt's voice cut through all the others, bringing the room to silence.
"When your heart has expired!"
Tears were welling up in Kurt's eyes now, and he let Mercedes and Rachel take over the chorus. Even Hank joined in, as Kurt trembled with sadness. If he lost Finn, if he had to go through that sort of pain - wait, when did this become about Finn?
The group was nearing the end, with a beautiful, slow melody. "Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand seasons of love…"
With one last sob, Kurt belted out, "I'll cover you, oh!"
The room fell silent, until Sandy started clapping and cheering and Rachel was commending Kurt on his emotional grasp of Rent and Hank sulked. Mercedes rested a hand on his shoulder.
He never realized how in love with Finn Hudson he was until this very moment.
Kurt was screwed.
:-:
Burt looked up from the register to see Carole smiling at him. He grinned back, then waved to Finn who was standing behind her.
"What can I do for you two today?" He asked, wiping his hands on his jeans.
Carole patted Finn's arm. "Well, someone had an accident in my truck, back into a light pole while learning how to parallel park, and I believe we were offered discount service?"
Burt frowned. "No, you weren't." The Hudsons looked confused. "You were offered free service."
"Now, Burt-" Carole started but he stopped her.
"There's no point in arguing, Carole. Bring the car around and I'll take a look at it. Finn," He turned to the boy. "Kurt's in the back working on a red Chevy. Go keep him company."
Finn smiled and bounded off, eager to see his friend. The phrase, "working on a red Chevy" didn't register in his mind.
"Hey, Kurt!" He yelled, hands in his pockets. "Your dad said you were- woah!"
Kurt had pulled himself out from underneath a bright red car, hair ruffled and cheeks smudged with oil. He worked in a pair of coveralls, the front unzipped and revealing a tight, old t-shirt.
"Well, hello, Finn Hudson," he said, voice lower than usual. "What can I help you with?" He popped open the hood, and started rummaging through it.
"Um, Mom's bringing in our car 'cause I banged it up. Dude, you work here?" He was staring at Kurt's coverall-clad body, especially the way the material tightened over the boy's ass as he leaned over the car. Finn's jeans were suddenly uncomfortable.
"Hand me a wrench, would you?" Kurt asked absently. Finn fumbled to hand the tool to his friend, then watched in awe as the femme boy worked on the engine of the Chevy. "And yes, I work here for extra cash when Dad's employees call in sick and such."
"Cool." Silence fell as Kurt concentrated on the car and Finn concentrated on Kurt. After a minute, Kurt stood up again, and wiped his hands off on his pants.
"Well, that should do it." He slammed the hood down. "Whoever owns this car is an idiot."
He turned to face Finn again, and Finn instinctively reached out to wipe the oil from Kurt's cheek. Kurt's face grew red, but he stood still and let Finn run his thumb across his cheek, the rough pad scraping gently on the smooth skin.
"Thanks," he whispered, and Finn bent his head down so their foreheads were nearly touching. The air was thick and electric, and for a moment, Kurt forgot who he was or where they were. All he could see was Finn.
Carole's laughter broke through the tension and the boys looked over to see their parents talking and joking and-
"Are they flirting?" Kurt asked, stunned.
"Uh…" Finn was at a loss for words.
"Weird."
"Totally."
"Ew."
"Yeah."
Finn didn't know why he opposed to a relationship between his mom and Burt so much. Mr. Hummel was a cool dude, and his mom deserved happiness.
But that would make him and Kurt…almost brothers?
And that was unacceptable.
:-:
The next day, Kurt strutted down the hallway, clad in Sue's uniform. He held the Coach's clipboard in one hand, the other placed firmly on his hip. Crowds parted for Sue Sylvester's new right-hand man.
He stopped at his locker, cowering slightly under the stares of every passing student. Kurt filed his books away and turned to look straight into the eyes of Sean Karofsky.
"'Sup, homo?" He asked, leaning in menacingly. Kurt scowled.
"You wouldn't dare try anything that could ruin this uniform. Sylvester would eat you alive."
Sean's face darkened, and he clenched his fist. "Know where I'm heading right now, fag? Home. 'Cause someone got me suspended."
Kurt paled. Sean continued, "I will find a way to mess you up, you fuckin' cock-sucker. I may not be able to touch you right now-" He paused, glaring at Kurt's red uniform like it had just killed his entire family. "-But you better watch your back. You and your new boyfriend."
It took a moment, but Kurt realized who Sean was talking about and felt his throat tighten. "You stay away from Finn."
Sean smiled wickedly, backing away from Kurt casually. "I told you, homo - you'll pay."
He walked back down the hallway, leaving Kurt trembling by his locker. He should never have involved Finn in his problems. He should never have put Finn in danger.
He should have bled to death in that fucking dumpster.
Speak of the devil, Kurt thought as Finn rounded the corner, eyes wide at the new uniform. He cleared his throat and said, "Well, that's…different."
Kurt was too freaked out to comment on Finn's growing blush. He had to keep Finn safe. Though alienation seemed the best - and most cliché - way to protect the object of his affections, Kurt realized it was too late for that.
"Are you okay?" Finn asked, suddenly conscious of everyone's eyes on him.
"No," Kurt murmured. "Not really."
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Homophobia, violence
Pairings: Kurt/Finn
Summary: Pre-Season 1. Finn saves Kurt from bleeding to death after a nasty dumpster dive, setting in motion a chain of events that will forever change his life.
i built a monument
for the love we used to know
:-:
but that is far removed,
and you say that i'm gonna be okay
:-:
and yeah, i'm gonna be okay
but it doesn't seem that way
:-:
no love, not today
:-:
Kurt left Coach Sylvester's office, shaking. Tucked under his arm was a brand new Cheerios uniform. The conversation with Coach Sylvester was still ringing in his ears.
"So what you're saying, Lady Face, is that Sean Karofsky and his idiot brother attacked you?"
Kurt nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"And that Sean - without the aid of his idiot brother - physically assaulted you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And that a large group of football players stood around and encouraged them without stopping to help you, therefore making them guilty by association?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Kurt curled in on himself, trying to disappear into the hard, metal chair he was sitting in. Sue was pacing back and forth behind her desk.
"Now, Figgins. If this isn't enough to suspend the Karofsky brothers and put them on academic probation, and give the identified mob detention, then nothing is." Sue leaned towards the Principal. "Don't you agree?"
Figgins nodded quickly. "I have clearly misjudged the severity of this attack, and will rethink my punishments." He quivered like a schoolboy being scolded. "May I go now?"
Sue narrowed her eyes. "Get out of here. I'll be by to check in on those punishments. Not you." Kurt had stood with Figgins. He paled. "I need to talk to you, Lady."
He sat back down and wetted his lips, trying to still his shaking hands. Sue turned to rummage through a drawer as she spoke.
"So you're having trouble with the Brainless Bunch, eh, Porcelain?" Kurt nodded tersely. "Well, I have a proposition for you."
She tossed a bundle at him, and Kurt barely caught it. Handling the cloth carefully, he unfolded a male Cheerios uniform, just his size.
"But, Coach, I don't know anything about cheerleading-"
"I don't care." Kurt instantly shut up. "I saw you standing up to Karofsky just then, and I've seen you do it before. You've got guts, kid." She paused to sit down. "I want you to be my team manager."
"Excuse me?" Kurt's fingers tightened around the red material.
"Team Manager. You'll organize travel info for trips, set up fundraisers and constantly update my list of Cheerios and their offenses and penalties." Kurt looked away, unsure. "Nobody touches my Cheerios, Hummel. No one."
He looked up, surprised. Sue Sylvester, the most evil and terrifying cheerleading coach of all time, was offering him protection. This was the woman who shoved students into lockers for being in her way and hurled out insults like confetti. He felt oddly touched.
"Thanks, Coach."
She nodded. "Practice starts at six. Don't be late."
He sighed and shoved the uniform into his locker for safekeeping. Didn't want any harm coming to such a precious symbol of authority.
Kurt turned just in time to receive a face full of slushie, courtesy of Azimio. He sputtered, feeling cherry-flavored ice dripping into eyes and mouth.
At least the uniform was safe.
:-:
Finn, though on the other side of the school, was facing a similar problem. His face was currently dripping blue raspberry goop, and he was at wits end.
"What the hell, man?" He shoved Strando up against a locker, knocking the slushie cup from his hand. Strando smirked.
"'Sup, homo?"
Finn growled, tightening his grip on the other boy's forearms. "What'd you call me?"
Strando shrugged. "Just stating the obvious. It's clear you've gone to gay side and started fucking Hummel."
Finn was so taken aback that Strando managed to switch their positions, pinning Finn to the wall. "Don't talk about Kurt like that!" Finn shouted.
"I'll talk about your butt-buddy any way I like, you fag." Strando's voice was low and dangerous now. "You two absolutely disgust me."
Finn struggled against his grip, but the other boy held on. "What has Kurt ever done to you?"
"He's unnatural. You're unnatural." Strando let go of Finn, absolutely disgust in his voice. "Watch your back, homo."
Strando turned the corner, shoving aside some Mathletes as he passed. Finn watched him leave, stunned.
He blinked a couple of times, then noticed Quinn standing towards the end of the hall. She gave him a look of anger, then of sadness and pity.
Before he could react, she was gone, and his underwear was started to get soaked with ice.
:-:
"Mr. Ryerson, if I may?" Kurt raised his hand during glee club, legs crossed daintily. He had yet to discuss his and Finn's plans to form their own club with Mercedes, but he had a feeling she'd be in. "Without Finn, it seems like a duet contest is just worthless with only two pairs."
Mr. Ryerson seemed to understand Kurt's point; Hank's face fell.
"Might I suggest we perform the reprise of I'll Cover You instead? It's a group song, and a good chance for solos."
"Wonderful idea, Kurt!" Sandy cried, clapping his hands together. "Hank, do you know the part?"
Hank shook his head, and Kurt raised his hand again. "Mr. Ryerson, please. Just because I'm a countertenor doesn't mean I can't sing anything low. You'll find I have an impressive range."
Ryerson's eyes twinkled creepily. "Well, go ahead, Kurt. Show us what you can do." It almost sounded dirty when he said it; maybe Finn was right.
Kurt cleared his throat as Sandy began playing the piano. "Live in my house…I'll be your shelter…Just pay me back…with one thousand kisses…be my lover…and I'll cover you…"
He continued on, warming up his lower register beautifully. Mercedes hummed in harmony to the melody, and Rachel joined in after recovering from her shock. Hank just glared at Kurt.
When Kurt came to the real climax of the song, he put every emotion he had into it, feeling real tears prick at his eyes.
"I've longed to discover, something as true as this is, yeah!"
Mercedes took over, her voice a powerful and rich companion to his.
"So, with a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you-"
"If you're cold and you're lonely."
"With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you-"
"You've got one nickel only."
"With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you-"
"When you're worn out and tired."
"With a thousand sweet kisses-"
Kurt's voice cut through all the others, bringing the room to silence.
"When your heart has expired!"
Tears were welling up in Kurt's eyes now, and he let Mercedes and Rachel take over the chorus. Even Hank joined in, as Kurt trembled with sadness. If he lost Finn, if he had to go through that sort of pain - wait, when did this become about Finn?
The group was nearing the end, with a beautiful, slow melody. "Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand seasons of love…"
With one last sob, Kurt belted out, "I'll cover you, oh!"
The room fell silent, until Sandy started clapping and cheering and Rachel was commending Kurt on his emotional grasp of Rent and Hank sulked. Mercedes rested a hand on his shoulder.
He never realized how in love with Finn Hudson he was until this very moment.
Kurt was screwed.
:-:
Burt looked up from the register to see Carole smiling at him. He grinned back, then waved to Finn who was standing behind her.
"What can I do for you two today?" He asked, wiping his hands on his jeans.
Carole patted Finn's arm. "Well, someone had an accident in my truck, back into a light pole while learning how to parallel park, and I believe we were offered discount service?"
Burt frowned. "No, you weren't." The Hudsons looked confused. "You were offered free service."
"Now, Burt-" Carole started but he stopped her.
"There's no point in arguing, Carole. Bring the car around and I'll take a look at it. Finn," He turned to the boy. "Kurt's in the back working on a red Chevy. Go keep him company."
Finn smiled and bounded off, eager to see his friend. The phrase, "working on a red Chevy" didn't register in his mind.
"Hey, Kurt!" He yelled, hands in his pockets. "Your dad said you were- woah!"
Kurt had pulled himself out from underneath a bright red car, hair ruffled and cheeks smudged with oil. He worked in a pair of coveralls, the front unzipped and revealing a tight, old t-shirt.
"Well, hello, Finn Hudson," he said, voice lower than usual. "What can I help you with?" He popped open the hood, and started rummaging through it.
"Um, Mom's bringing in our car 'cause I banged it up. Dude, you work here?" He was staring at Kurt's coverall-clad body, especially the way the material tightened over the boy's ass as he leaned over the car. Finn's jeans were suddenly uncomfortable.
"Hand me a wrench, would you?" Kurt asked absently. Finn fumbled to hand the tool to his friend, then watched in awe as the femme boy worked on the engine of the Chevy. "And yes, I work here for extra cash when Dad's employees call in sick and such."
"Cool." Silence fell as Kurt concentrated on the car and Finn concentrated on Kurt. After a minute, Kurt stood up again, and wiped his hands off on his pants.
"Well, that should do it." He slammed the hood down. "Whoever owns this car is an idiot."
He turned to face Finn again, and Finn instinctively reached out to wipe the oil from Kurt's cheek. Kurt's face grew red, but he stood still and let Finn run his thumb across his cheek, the rough pad scraping gently on the smooth skin.
"Thanks," he whispered, and Finn bent his head down so their foreheads were nearly touching. The air was thick and electric, and for a moment, Kurt forgot who he was or where they were. All he could see was Finn.
Carole's laughter broke through the tension and the boys looked over to see their parents talking and joking and-
"Are they flirting?" Kurt asked, stunned.
"Uh…" Finn was at a loss for words.
"Weird."
"Totally."
"Ew."
"Yeah."
Finn didn't know why he opposed to a relationship between his mom and Burt so much. Mr. Hummel was a cool dude, and his mom deserved happiness.
But that would make him and Kurt…almost brothers?
And that was unacceptable.
:-:
The next day, Kurt strutted down the hallway, clad in Sue's uniform. He held the Coach's clipboard in one hand, the other placed firmly on his hip. Crowds parted for Sue Sylvester's new right-hand man.
He stopped at his locker, cowering slightly under the stares of every passing student. Kurt filed his books away and turned to look straight into the eyes of Sean Karofsky.
"'Sup, homo?" He asked, leaning in menacingly. Kurt scowled.
"You wouldn't dare try anything that could ruin this uniform. Sylvester would eat you alive."
Sean's face darkened, and he clenched his fist. "Know where I'm heading right now, fag? Home. 'Cause someone got me suspended."
Kurt paled. Sean continued, "I will find a way to mess you up, you fuckin' cock-sucker. I may not be able to touch you right now-" He paused, glaring at Kurt's red uniform like it had just killed his entire family. "-But you better watch your back. You and your new boyfriend."
It took a moment, but Kurt realized who Sean was talking about and felt his throat tighten. "You stay away from Finn."
Sean smiled wickedly, backing away from Kurt casually. "I told you, homo - you'll pay."
He walked back down the hallway, leaving Kurt trembling by his locker. He should never have involved Finn in his problems. He should never have put Finn in danger.
He should have bled to death in that fucking dumpster.
Speak of the devil, Kurt thought as Finn rounded the corner, eyes wide at the new uniform. He cleared his throat and said, "Well, that's…different."
Kurt was too freaked out to comment on Finn's growing blush. He had to keep Finn safe. Though alienation seemed the best - and most cliché - way to protect the object of his affections, Kurt realized it was too late for that.
"Are you okay?" Finn asked, suddenly conscious of everyone's eyes on him.
"No," Kurt murmured. "Not really."