Love, Music, and Other Healing Drugs: A Klaine Fan Fic: Chapter 3
Disclaimer: The same as usual... I don't own GLEE or any of the music or shows in this chapter.
Music, Love, and Other Healing Drugs: Chapter 3: The Visitor(s)
The chestnut haired boy entered the room with his tall, long haired, blonde friend at his side.
"I'm just saying," The girl said quickly, in a hushed tone, "Rachelle and Phineas on Showchoir! are adorable together." The girl emitted a low- toned squeal of delight. "Don't even deny that."
"They're fine together. I just prefer the Ken/ Blake storyline." The chestnut haired boy replied, his voice just as hushed.
"The Ken/ Blake storyline is interesting." The girl admitted. "But isn't it kind of hard for you to watch?" The girl asked, knowing that the boy had experienced a lot of emotional and physical abuse from his peers because he was gay, just as the character Ken in Showchoir! did.
"Sometimes." The boy admitted. "But I like that Hollywood has finally written an out and proud character on such a publicized show for teens to look up to. And Char Connor seems like a pretty amazing guy too." The boy said, referring to the actor who played Ken.
"And adorable. And kinda hot." The girl added dreamily.
"That too." The boy smiled softly, an odd facial expression for him in recent months.
"Where do you want to sit?" The girl asked, looking around the large room.
The friends had entered through two large doors at the top of the room. From their view, they could see forty or fifty foam chair dispersed around the room with low tables in between them.
At the bottom of the room, they could see a low stage, with a group of twenty or so boys in identical, monogrammed and school crested imprinted jackets; clean collared shirts; perfectly tailored pants; and polished black shoes sitting on the edge of the stage. The chesnut haired boy thought that they looked extremely stylish and felt the urge to compliment them, something that he had done little of since arriving at Green Meadows Psychiatric Hospital.
The boy shrugged. He no longer looked around the room in search of the safest seat to sit in. He no longer looked for large jocks in bright red letterman jackets laughing together, who needed someone to pick on to make up for their own pleasure to make up for their own pain. The chestnut haired boy only looked for people he recognized or the place where he would have the best view of the stage.
"How about over there," The girl pointed to a chair towards the middle of the room on the side. "You can sit in the chair and I can sit at your feet, and you can play with my hair."
"Sounds good." The boy agreed, remembering how things were back at his high school before things got complicated between him and his Glee club mates.
The boy remembered how he used to help his Glee club mates and cheer squad mates with their hair before shows and how he would sometimes play with a cheerleader named Brittany's hair when they had extra time. Brittany was slow and she didn't always make sense when she talked, but she had a heart of gold and could dance like no other. The boy bit his tongue and tried to focus on the conversation that he was having- he didn't want to think about what the people in his extra- curricular activities probably thought of him now or how things ended between them.
The chestnut haired boy sat down in the chair. The blonde crossed her legs and sat down and leaned against his legs. He lifted up his friend's hair as she handed him a couple of hair bands. He set them on his lap. The boy ran his fingers through his friend's hair and all of his worries went away- it was a therapy unlike the cosmetic rituals he used to do every night that were more like a form of OCD. This was simply relaxing.
"I used to pull it out, you know." The girl told him. "You can see that it's messed up at the roots. I'm the only girl I know whose used men's hair growth formulas." The girl chuckled dryly. "I had these bald spots after my anxiety got bad the first time, before I was diagnosed BiPolar. My mom started yelling. God there was so much yelling. She gave me all of these shampoos- she didn't want her debutant ugly."
"You're not ugly." The boy told his friend truthfully, but the words were awkward in his mouth. Few words that weren't cynical sounded natural in his mouth anymore.
"All of the boys thought that I was a slut- and I kind of was- but it was because I didn't know what else to do. And they would all take me because I was 'sexy', but I really just wanted them to tell me that I was 'pretty'." The girl looked around the room, nervous to see the reaction on the boy's face. "Is that too much to ask for?"
The boy released his friend's hair and leaned down to hug her.
"I hope that we're friends when we get out of here." The girl told the boy.
"We wouldn't be friends in the real world," The boy said, his voice slightly bitter, but not mean. He just spoke the words because they were true- both teens knew that they were.
"I know. But it would still be cool to know another person who knew you in your darkest hour once we get out."
"That's kind of cliché." The boy pointed out.
"It is." The girl agreed as the boy went back to playing with the girl's hair.
"Hello everyone." A man in a doctor's coat, who the boy recognized as Dr. Blue said in a microphone at the front of the room. "As most of you know, we have some guests today. They are the Dalton Academy Warbler's and they are here to sing a set list, then if they want, they're invited to join us for movie night, since it is Friday."
The chestnut haired boy clapped, his blonde friend clapped, and most of the other patients, as well as the doctors and nurses who were looking on did too.
"Hi, everyone, we're the Warblers and we're here to sing some songs. The first song that we're going to sing is Lady Gaga's Bad Romance."
"Oh... my... GaGa..." The chestnut haired boy mumbled under his breath.
"What?" The blonde haired girl asked.
"A group of boys are shamelessly singing Lady Gaga, that's what!"
"I think it's because you just moved here from San Francisco that you don't understand this, but guys singing a song traditionally sung by girls is a big thing in Ohio!"
The blonde shrugged as the chestnut haired boy yanked on one of the stands of his friends' hair just a little bit harder than necessary."
"That hurt!" The blonde poured.
"The next song that we're going to sing is The Barenaked Ladies' When I Fall."
"I look straight in the window,
try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here,
try counting sheep
But the sheep seem to shower
off this office tower
Nine-point-eight straight down
I can't stop my knees."
The Asian looking Warbler who introduced the group sang
"I wish I could fly
From this building,
from this wall
And if I should try,
Would you catch me if I fall?"
The black curly haired boy who the blonde girl and the chestnut haired boy were looking at earlier sang.
The song finished and people in the room clapped.
"I love that song." The blonde turned around and twisted her hair as her friend released her hair. "My daddy used to play it all the time when I was little. He loved that kind of music."
Kurt nodded. "That's awesome. We used to sing classics in my Glee Club, but never softer stuff like that. Except that one time this deuce jock Puck knocked up the cheer captain and sang her this song called Beth. I think that was whine we realized that he wasn't a total deuce."
"Glad that you guys liked that song... It's a solemn song, so now were going to lighten up the mood with..." The black curly haired boy paused dramatically and grinned. "Katy Perry's Teenage Dream."
The curly haired boy opened his mouth and began to sing. Kurt couldn't find weds to describe what he was feeling but a small smile captured his face, his muscles aching, he hadn't smiled in so long.
The curly haired boy looked towards the chestnut haired boy as he sang.
"He's looking at you!" The blonde haired girl exclaimed to her friend in a hushed voice.
"He could be looking at you," The chestnut haired boy replied, liking, but not being used to the concept of another boy looking at him.
"No, I know when a boy is looking at me... And he's def. looking at you." The blonde told her friend.
"He's looking again!"
"Then smile!" The blonde instructed.
"I am!"
Teenage Dream ended and a boy of average height and boyish looks stepped out of the middle row. The chestnut boy supposed he was a freshman.
"Uh, hi... This song is about this boy who wants to tell everyone in his life about his closet romantic relationship with his best friend, but it's not exactly what his best friend wants. It's called Role of a Lifetime."
The freshman opened his mouth.
"Everything's an act,
When you're pleasing everyone.
And he assumes that role
To such renown.
He plays a perfect part,
Straight from his heart
Knowing the risk he takes
And hoping that the house
Is not brought down.."
The role of a lifetime is living a fantasy.
The trauma that you struggle to erase.
Thoughts battle words over deeds
A war with such casualties.
All played out behind a smiling face..."
"They are singing Bare: A Pop Opera!" The chestnut haired boy exclaimed to his friend.
"I love the lyrics." His friend agreed.
"No, they're singing Bare!" the chestnut haired boy exclaimed again, but the blank expression that he received in response frustrated him.
It was times like these that the chestnut haired boy wished that Rachel was here. His step- brother's girlfriend was often annoying, obnoxious, and almost entirely lacked social skills all together, but she did know musical theatre, and he did enjoy watching musicals and singing with her. He could stand her. Maybe, it she didn't think that he was entirely crazy after everything, he would talk to her if he ever left Green Meadows...
"Bare is a story about these students coming of age at a Catholic boarding school. The main character Jason doesn't want anyone to know that he is gay. Meanwhile, his roommate and sometimes lover, does, because his room ate Peter knows who he is. It's both controversial and tragic; not to mention that the music is amazing."
The blonde nodded and clapped with the rest of the room for the freshman after he finished the song.
"Well," The black, curly haired boy said, we have one more song for you. Then, well join you for movie night." He said and pointed to a cart full of beverages and snacks being rolled into the backup of the room. "This last song is called Part of Your World."
The chestnut haired boys mouth dropped and his friend giggled as the song began.
The song ended and the group bowed. Then, the group orderly filed out of their lines.
The chestnut haired boy stood up and offered the blonde haired girl a hand. The girl accepted the hand to stand up but pulled it from the boy's before anything of the Green Meadow's staff could see.
The girl nudged the boy in the side and populated to the curly brunette grabbing a water bottle and fist full of Redvines off of the table of snacks and beverages put out for everyone in the room for the movie that the hospital was about to play.
"Go over and talk to him!" the girl ordered.
The chestnut haired boy nervously made his way across the room and stopped at the water bottles, next to where the curly haired boy stood.
The chestnut haired boy took a deep breath and prepared the words that he would say to ensure that his words wouldn't come out garbled. The chestnut haired boy had a sharp wit, but he didn't want to make a fool out of himself. Besides, didn't even know what the curly, blacked haired boy (with piercing haze eyes that he could see once he was up close) would think of a patient in Green Meadows. "I just wanted to tell you that the song selections were great. I especially liked how the Warbler's sang Role of a Lifetime. Bare is one of my favorite musicals."
G-d, the chestnut haired boy thought, I sound like Rachel.
A/N: To be continued...
Music, Love, and Other Healing Drugs: Chapter 3: The Visitor(s)
The chestnut haired boy entered the room with his tall, long haired, blonde friend at his side.
"I'm just saying," The girl said quickly, in a hushed tone, "Rachelle and Phineas on Showchoir! are adorable together." The girl emitted a low- toned squeal of delight. "Don't even deny that."
"They're fine together. I just prefer the Ken/ Blake storyline." The chestnut haired boy replied, his voice just as hushed.
"The Ken/ Blake storyline is interesting." The girl admitted. "But isn't it kind of hard for you to watch?" The girl asked, knowing that the boy had experienced a lot of emotional and physical abuse from his peers because he was gay, just as the character Ken in Showchoir! did.
"Sometimes." The boy admitted. "But I like that Hollywood has finally written an out and proud character on such a publicized show for teens to look up to. And Char Connor seems like a pretty amazing guy too." The boy said, referring to the actor who played Ken.
"And adorable. And kinda hot." The girl added dreamily.
"That too." The boy smiled softly, an odd facial expression for him in recent months.
"Where do you want to sit?" The girl asked, looking around the large room.
The friends had entered through two large doors at the top of the room. From their view, they could see forty or fifty foam chair dispersed around the room with low tables in between them.
At the bottom of the room, they could see a low stage, with a group of twenty or so boys in identical, monogrammed and school crested imprinted jackets; clean collared shirts; perfectly tailored pants; and polished black shoes sitting on the edge of the stage. The chesnut haired boy thought that they looked extremely stylish and felt the urge to compliment them, something that he had done little of since arriving at Green Meadows Psychiatric Hospital.
The boy shrugged. He no longer looked around the room in search of the safest seat to sit in. He no longer looked for large jocks in bright red letterman jackets laughing together, who needed someone to pick on to make up for their own pleasure to make up for their own pain. The chestnut haired boy only looked for people he recognized or the place where he would have the best view of the stage.
"How about over there," The girl pointed to a chair towards the middle of the room on the side. "You can sit in the chair and I can sit at your feet, and you can play with my hair."
"Sounds good." The boy agreed, remembering how things were back at his high school before things got complicated between him and his Glee club mates.
The boy remembered how he used to help his Glee club mates and cheer squad mates with their hair before shows and how he would sometimes play with a cheerleader named Brittany's hair when they had extra time. Brittany was slow and she didn't always make sense when she talked, but she had a heart of gold and could dance like no other. The boy bit his tongue and tried to focus on the conversation that he was having- he didn't want to think about what the people in his extra- curricular activities probably thought of him now or how things ended between them.
The chestnut haired boy sat down in the chair. The blonde crossed her legs and sat down and leaned against his legs. He lifted up his friend's hair as she handed him a couple of hair bands. He set them on his lap. The boy ran his fingers through his friend's hair and all of his worries went away- it was a therapy unlike the cosmetic rituals he used to do every night that were more like a form of OCD. This was simply relaxing.
"I used to pull it out, you know." The girl told him. "You can see that it's messed up at the roots. I'm the only girl I know whose used men's hair growth formulas." The girl chuckled dryly. "I had these bald spots after my anxiety got bad the first time, before I was diagnosed BiPolar. My mom started yelling. God there was so much yelling. She gave me all of these shampoos- she didn't want her debutant ugly."
"You're not ugly." The boy told his friend truthfully, but the words were awkward in his mouth. Few words that weren't cynical sounded natural in his mouth anymore.
"All of the boys thought that I was a slut- and I kind of was- but it was because I didn't know what else to do. And they would all take me because I was 'sexy', but I really just wanted them to tell me that I was 'pretty'." The girl looked around the room, nervous to see the reaction on the boy's face. "Is that too much to ask for?"
The boy released his friend's hair and leaned down to hug her.
"I hope that we're friends when we get out of here." The girl told the boy.
"We wouldn't be friends in the real world," The boy said, his voice slightly bitter, but not mean. He just spoke the words because they were true- both teens knew that they were.
"I know. But it would still be cool to know another person who knew you in your darkest hour once we get out."
"That's kind of cliché." The boy pointed out.
"It is." The girl agreed as the boy went back to playing with the girl's hair.
"Hello everyone." A man in a doctor's coat, who the boy recognized as Dr. Blue said in a microphone at the front of the room. "As most of you know, we have some guests today. They are the Dalton Academy Warbler's and they are here to sing a set list, then if they want, they're invited to join us for movie night, since it is Friday."
The chestnut haired boy clapped, his blonde friend clapped, and most of the other patients, as well as the doctors and nurses who were looking on did too.
"Hi, everyone, we're the Warblers and we're here to sing some songs. The first song that we're going to sing is Lady Gaga's Bad Romance."
"Oh... my... GaGa..." The chestnut haired boy mumbled under his breath.
"What?" The blonde haired girl asked.
"A group of boys are shamelessly singing Lady Gaga, that's what!"
"I think it's because you just moved here from San Francisco that you don't understand this, but guys singing a song traditionally sung by girls is a big thing in Ohio!"
The blonde shrugged as the chestnut haired boy yanked on one of the stands of his friends' hair just a little bit harder than necessary."
"That hurt!" The blonde poured.
"The next song that we're going to sing is The Barenaked Ladies' When I Fall."
"I look straight in the window,
try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here,
try counting sheep
But the sheep seem to shower
off this office tower
Nine-point-eight straight down
I can't stop my knees."
The Asian looking Warbler who introduced the group sang
"I wish I could fly
From this building,
from this wall
And if I should try,
Would you catch me if I fall?"
The black curly haired boy who the blonde girl and the chestnut haired boy were looking at earlier sang.
The song finished and people in the room clapped.
"I love that song." The blonde turned around and twisted her hair as her friend released her hair. "My daddy used to play it all the time when I was little. He loved that kind of music."
Kurt nodded. "That's awesome. We used to sing classics in my Glee Club, but never softer stuff like that. Except that one time this deuce jock Puck knocked up the cheer captain and sang her this song called Beth. I think that was whine we realized that he wasn't a total deuce."
"Glad that you guys liked that song... It's a solemn song, so now were going to lighten up the mood with..." The black curly haired boy paused dramatically and grinned. "Katy Perry's Teenage Dream."
The curly haired boy opened his mouth and began to sing. Kurt couldn't find weds to describe what he was feeling but a small smile captured his face, his muscles aching, he hadn't smiled in so long.
The curly haired boy looked towards the chestnut haired boy as he sang.
"He's looking at you!" The blonde haired girl exclaimed to her friend in a hushed voice.
"He could be looking at you," The chestnut haired boy replied, liking, but not being used to the concept of another boy looking at him.
"No, I know when a boy is looking at me... And he's def. looking at you." The blonde told her friend.
"He's looking again!"
"Then smile!" The blonde instructed.
"I am!"
Teenage Dream ended and a boy of average height and boyish looks stepped out of the middle row. The chestnut boy supposed he was a freshman.
"Uh, hi... This song is about this boy who wants to tell everyone in his life about his closet romantic relationship with his best friend, but it's not exactly what his best friend wants. It's called Role of a Lifetime."
The freshman opened his mouth.
"Everything's an act,
When you're pleasing everyone.
And he assumes that role
To such renown.
He plays a perfect part,
Straight from his heart
Knowing the risk he takes
And hoping that the house
Is not brought down.."
The role of a lifetime is living a fantasy.
The trauma that you struggle to erase.
Thoughts battle words over deeds
A war with such casualties.
All played out behind a smiling face..."
"They are singing Bare: A Pop Opera!" The chestnut haired boy exclaimed to his friend.
"I love the lyrics." His friend agreed.
"No, they're singing Bare!" the chestnut haired boy exclaimed again, but the blank expression that he received in response frustrated him.
It was times like these that the chestnut haired boy wished that Rachel was here. His step- brother's girlfriend was often annoying, obnoxious, and almost entirely lacked social skills all together, but she did know musical theatre, and he did enjoy watching musicals and singing with her. He could stand her. Maybe, it she didn't think that he was entirely crazy after everything, he would talk to her if he ever left Green Meadows...
"Bare is a story about these students coming of age at a Catholic boarding school. The main character Jason doesn't want anyone to know that he is gay. Meanwhile, his roommate and sometimes lover, does, because his room ate Peter knows who he is. It's both controversial and tragic; not to mention that the music is amazing."
The blonde nodded and clapped with the rest of the room for the freshman after he finished the song.
"Well," The black, curly haired boy said, we have one more song for you. Then, well join you for movie night." He said and pointed to a cart full of beverages and snacks being rolled into the backup of the room. "This last song is called Part of Your World."
The chestnut haired boys mouth dropped and his friend giggled as the song began.
The song ended and the group bowed. Then, the group orderly filed out of their lines.
The chestnut haired boy stood up and offered the blonde haired girl a hand. The girl accepted the hand to stand up but pulled it from the boy's before anything of the Green Meadow's staff could see.
The girl nudged the boy in the side and populated to the curly brunette grabbing a water bottle and fist full of Redvines off of the table of snacks and beverages put out for everyone in the room for the movie that the hospital was about to play.
"Go over and talk to him!" the girl ordered.
The chestnut haired boy nervously made his way across the room and stopped at the water bottles, next to where the curly haired boy stood.
The chestnut haired boy took a deep breath and prepared the words that he would say to ensure that his words wouldn't come out garbled. The chestnut haired boy had a sharp wit, but he didn't want to make a fool out of himself. Besides, didn't even know what the curly, blacked haired boy (with piercing haze eyes that he could see once he was up close) would think of a patient in Green Meadows. "I just wanted to tell you that the song selections were great. I especially liked how the Warbler's sang Role of a Lifetime. Bare is one of my favorite musicals."
G-d, the chestnut haired boy thought, I sound like Rachel.
A/N: To be continued...