Love, Music, and Other Healing Drugs: A Klaine Fan Fic: Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Toy Story, Avatar, or anything else mentioned in this fic or this chapter.
A/N: I'm sorry about the AVPM references... it was kind of hard to resist... ^_^
Music, Love, and Other Healing Drugs: Chapter 4: Redvines and Learning Times
"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."
The curly, raven-haired boy turned around, Redvine dangling between his teeth. He gripped the candy and yanked out the half that wasn't in his mouth and dropped his fingers holding it to his side. The boy swallowed and blushed.
"Thanks." The curly haired boy grinned. "It's one of my favorites, too."
"Not to mention the Warbler's rendition of Bad Romance … Oh my Gaga, it was fabulous!"
The curly haired boy continued to grin. "Thanks. I take it you're a Gaga fan?"
The chestnut haired boy scoffed. "Of course!"
"What's your favorite song?"
"Are you going to make me decide?"
"Do you want to decide?" The raven-haired boy challenged back.
"Touché."
"Just Dance. You?"
"Speechless? I mean, I know it doesn't have a beat like her others. But her speech about douchebags that she does at her concerts is totally awesome."
"No, I understand. Speechless shows how musically she is technically." The chestnut haired boy agreed.
"And what about the calling of her fans 'Little Monsters'?" The curly haired boy made quotes with his fingers.
The chestnut haired boy paused for a moment. He was quick witted. He was used to thinking about what he said. He was used to having people stare at him when he began to talk about Lady Gaga. He had never had a full- on conversation with another man about Lady Gaga before.
In that moment, the chestnut haired boy wasn't sure if he should have closed his mouth or continued to debate the subject with his new (hot) acquaintance that he was talking with.
"Hi, I'm Kurt."
"Blaine." The curly haired boy stuck out his hand and the chestnut haired boy accepted it.
The chestnut haired boy tried not to look down at the bandages on his wrists and the crimson that would be seeping through them a layer deep. Even though he knew that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt, he felt as though he could have waved his arms in front of everyone if he felt the need to make his wrists more obvious. He hoped that by not making a big deal out of his wrists, the other boy wouldn't either.
"It's nice to meet you." Said the chestnut haired boy.
From across the room, the chestnut haired boy saw his tall, bombshell blonde friend motioning her index fingers up from her lips.
"You too." The raven-haired boy agreed.
"I think that your friend has been talking to my friend, Wes."
"Lily?" The chestnut haired boy asked, looking at his blonde friend and the boy standing next to her. "Yes, she's boy crazy."
"Wes is kinda girl crazy."
The chestnut haired boy and the raven-haired boy looked at each other and smirked.
"Can I get everyone's attention, please?" Dr. Blue spoke into a microphone on a stand on the stage at the front of the room.
Kurt and Blaine turned their heads towards the doctor.
"Please take the next minute or so to find a seat if you're not seated." Up here, I've got Toy Story 3 and Avatar. We're going to a vote, so when I say the movie that you want to watch, please raise your hand and keep it up until I can get a count."
Dr. Blue looked around the room and raised the Avatar DVD case. "Avatar." Several people raised their hands and Dr. Blue counted them. Dr. Blue then raised the Toy Story 3 DVD case in his other hand. "Toy Story 3."
Kurt looked around casually. Not in a way that said he was obviously checking how everyone else was voting, but more like he was seeing many red- blurred arms shoot up from the corner of his eyes when the children's movie title was said.
"Do Dalton boys love Disney movies or something?" Kurt leaned over and whispered to his new friend.
Blaine glanced around him to make sure that no elders or Warbler council members were around him, so that he wouldn't get in trouble when he spoke. "Totally."
"They don't think they're too old for them?" Kurt asked, trying to imagine anyone but Tina from his Glee club watching a Disney movie while not babysitting.
Blaine pretended to scoff quietly. "Never!" Blaine paused. "I mean, with so much stress put on us to perform well in school, extra- curricular activities, and life in general, we need an outlet that doesn't require too much brainpower, yet the movie is still interesting and fun."
Kurt nodded. He liked that thought.
"Well, the people have voted and it looks like we'll be watching Toy Story! Dr. Blue said into the microphone.
The curly raven-haired boy grinned like a five year old whose mom let them have a candy bar before dinner on a school night.
The projector turned on and the movie began to play on the blank, white wall behind the state. "Enjoy, everyone!" Dr. Blue called with a smile.
The raven-haired boy thought that Dr. Blue smiled a lot and laughed a lot. He thought that it was a strange thing to do in a place so solemn. The raven- haired boy wondered if it was because if the doctors couldn't laugh, they would cry. The raven- haired had learned to cope the same way.
The movie began.
Kurt rolled his eyes. Kids movies were dumb. They were idealistic and told kids to think that only good things happened in life. But it took Kurt less time than it took for Woody to start talking about all of the toys that Woody and the gang lost along the way, for the movie to catch the chestnut haired boy's attention.
By the time the toys were running from the kiln, Kurt leaned over. His hands were up near his face and he stuck his nails in his mouth momentarily, before he realized that he didn't want to ruin his nail beds.
The raven-haired boy leaned over and chuckled. "I told you that kid's movies were intense."
"I guess I haven't watched one in so long that I distorted my view on them, even though I had no evidence to back up my thoughts." The chestnut haired boy admitted.
The leggy blonde leaned over. "You just stayed because you liked Blaine," the girl whispered in the boy's ear.
"That's why I sat down, but it's not why I stayed." The chestnut haired boy whispered intensely back into his friend's ear, slightly annoyed by the blonde's comment. The blonde, more than most anyone, should have known that not everything was about love. There was so much more to every situation than romantic love- there was much more than chemicals distorting in the brain to cause a temporary reaction to something- there had to be. That was what distinguished humans from animals- at least that's what he liked to think- some humans, like most of the ones at his high school, still had herd instinct.
"Hey, do you want to get some more snacks?" The raven-haired boy asked the chestnut haired boy sensing tension, as her slowly stood up and stretched.
"Sure," The chestnut haired boy agreed, standing up slowly, and followed the raven-haired boy to the snack table.
Kurt sighed calmly. He was had all of the points needed to leave the place- he didn't need more problems- with a person he considered his friend nonetheless. Not to mention that he didn't want this guy, who although seemed cool, was an outsider.
"Are you okay?" The raven- haired boy asked, turning around to the boy who was behind him. He worried that he wouldn't say the right words- that some things were awkward to a person in a hospital.
Kurt looked away. After lying and telling people that he was okay for so long, he was trying to learn to tell the truth again. "If I can't handle the world inside of Green Meadows, how could I possibly handle the world outside of this place?" Kurt asked, looking directly into Blaine's eyes.
"Maybe," the raven-haired boy suggested, "You don't give yourself enough credit. "I think that you are surrounded by a lot of troubled people in here- good- but troubled. In the outside world I think that a lot more people know coping methods. The people are here for a reason- not always because they need to be here- but they are."
"Warblers, can I get your attention, please?" Wes called, clapping his hands together twice.
Blaine and Kurt turned their heads towards the Warbler's co- captain who was talking into the microphone at the front of the room.
"Our bus is waiting outside and your parents are expecting you all back by 10 PM, so we're going to have to wrap up. We would like to thank Dr. Blue for helping us organize our visit. We would also like to thank Green Meadows for allowing us to visit." Wes clapped his hands in applause and Blaine and David followed Wes in leading the applause.
The raven- haired boy turned back to the chestnut- haired boy. "Looks like I have to leave now, but I'd like to finish our conversation…" the boy trailed off, hoping that the other boy would have an idea about how they could finish their discussion.
"Visitors are allowed Saturday afternoons." The chestnut- haired boy offered. "You just have to call ahead and tell them my name and then they will ask me to confirm that I want to see you. That's how it works for non- facility regulated visits."
"I'm Blaine Anderson." The raven- haired boy offered.
"Kurt Hummel." The chestnut- haired boy offered back.
"Here," The raven- haired boy reached into his back and pulled out a fine- tipped permanent marker from the side pocket of his messenger bag that was hanging across his body. The raven- haired boy un-capped his pen and slowly reached for the chestnut- haired boy's hand. He gently turned over the chestnut haired boy's hand and gripped his palm as he wrote his number down on his hand.
The chestnut haired boy looked at the number on his palm and smiled to himself before tugging down on the long sleeved shirt, as his sleeves were riding up.
"I'll call you sometime this week." The chestnut- haired boy said.
"Hear from you soon, then." The raven- haired boy offered a comforting, re- assuring, closed- mouthed smile as he turned away.
"Talk to you soon!" The chestnut- haired boy called as he waved goodbye.
It wasn't until the chestnut- haired boy was under his clean, pressed white, starched sheet that night, would he think about what the raven- haired boy had said. Maybe didn't give himself enough credit. But maybe the world that he was from just wasn't for him. Maybe, there was a world that was, but it wasn't back at McKinley High School. The chestnut- haired boy knew that for sure. He just didn't know where to go from Green Meadows Mental Health Hospital.
A/N: I'm sorry about the AVPM references... it was kind of hard to resist... ^_^
Music, Love, and Other Healing Drugs: Chapter 4: Redvines and Learning Times
"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."
The curly, raven-haired boy turned around, Redvine dangling between his teeth. He gripped the candy and yanked out the half that wasn't in his mouth and dropped his fingers holding it to his side. The boy swallowed and blushed.
"Thanks." The curly haired boy grinned. "It's one of my favorites, too."
"Not to mention the Warbler's rendition of Bad Romance … Oh my Gaga, it was fabulous!"
The curly haired boy continued to grin. "Thanks. I take it you're a Gaga fan?"
The chestnut haired boy scoffed. "Of course!"
"What's your favorite song?"
"Are you going to make me decide?"
"Do you want to decide?" The raven-haired boy challenged back.
"Touché."
"Just Dance. You?"
"Speechless? I mean, I know it doesn't have a beat like her others. But her speech about douchebags that she does at her concerts is totally awesome."
"No, I understand. Speechless shows how musically she is technically." The chestnut haired boy agreed.
"And what about the calling of her fans 'Little Monsters'?" The curly haired boy made quotes with his fingers.
The chestnut haired boy paused for a moment. He was quick witted. He was used to thinking about what he said. He was used to having people stare at him when he began to talk about Lady Gaga. He had never had a full- on conversation with another man about Lady Gaga before.
In that moment, the chestnut haired boy wasn't sure if he should have closed his mouth or continued to debate the subject with his new (hot) acquaintance that he was talking with.
"Hi, I'm Kurt."
"Blaine." The curly haired boy stuck out his hand and the chestnut haired boy accepted it.
The chestnut haired boy tried not to look down at the bandages on his wrists and the crimson that would be seeping through them a layer deep. Even though he knew that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt, he felt as though he could have waved his arms in front of everyone if he felt the need to make his wrists more obvious. He hoped that by not making a big deal out of his wrists, the other boy wouldn't either.
"It's nice to meet you." Said the chestnut haired boy.
From across the room, the chestnut haired boy saw his tall, bombshell blonde friend motioning her index fingers up from her lips.
"You too." The raven-haired boy agreed.
"I think that your friend has been talking to my friend, Wes."
"Lily?" The chestnut haired boy asked, looking at his blonde friend and the boy standing next to her. "Yes, she's boy crazy."
"Wes is kinda girl crazy."
The chestnut haired boy and the raven-haired boy looked at each other and smirked.
"Can I get everyone's attention, please?" Dr. Blue spoke into a microphone on a stand on the stage at the front of the room.
Kurt and Blaine turned their heads towards the doctor.
"Please take the next minute or so to find a seat if you're not seated." Up here, I've got Toy Story 3 and Avatar. We're going to a vote, so when I say the movie that you want to watch, please raise your hand and keep it up until I can get a count."
Dr. Blue looked around the room and raised the Avatar DVD case. "Avatar." Several people raised their hands and Dr. Blue counted them. Dr. Blue then raised the Toy Story 3 DVD case in his other hand. "Toy Story 3."
Kurt looked around casually. Not in a way that said he was obviously checking how everyone else was voting, but more like he was seeing many red- blurred arms shoot up from the corner of his eyes when the children's movie title was said.
"Do Dalton boys love Disney movies or something?" Kurt leaned over and whispered to his new friend.
Blaine glanced around him to make sure that no elders or Warbler council members were around him, so that he wouldn't get in trouble when he spoke. "Totally."
"They don't think they're too old for them?" Kurt asked, trying to imagine anyone but Tina from his Glee club watching a Disney movie while not babysitting.
Blaine pretended to scoff quietly. "Never!" Blaine paused. "I mean, with so much stress put on us to perform well in school, extra- curricular activities, and life in general, we need an outlet that doesn't require too much brainpower, yet the movie is still interesting and fun."
Kurt nodded. He liked that thought.
"Well, the people have voted and it looks like we'll be watching Toy Story! Dr. Blue said into the microphone.
The curly raven-haired boy grinned like a five year old whose mom let them have a candy bar before dinner on a school night.
The projector turned on and the movie began to play on the blank, white wall behind the state. "Enjoy, everyone!" Dr. Blue called with a smile.
The raven-haired boy thought that Dr. Blue smiled a lot and laughed a lot. He thought that it was a strange thing to do in a place so solemn. The raven- haired boy wondered if it was because if the doctors couldn't laugh, they would cry. The raven- haired had learned to cope the same way.
The movie began.
Kurt rolled his eyes. Kids movies were dumb. They were idealistic and told kids to think that only good things happened in life. But it took Kurt less time than it took for Woody to start talking about all of the toys that Woody and the gang lost along the way, for the movie to catch the chestnut haired boy's attention.
By the time the toys were running from the kiln, Kurt leaned over. His hands were up near his face and he stuck his nails in his mouth momentarily, before he realized that he didn't want to ruin his nail beds.
The raven-haired boy leaned over and chuckled. "I told you that kid's movies were intense."
"I guess I haven't watched one in so long that I distorted my view on them, even though I had no evidence to back up my thoughts." The chestnut haired boy admitted.
The leggy blonde leaned over. "You just stayed because you liked Blaine," the girl whispered in the boy's ear.
"That's why I sat down, but it's not why I stayed." The chestnut haired boy whispered intensely back into his friend's ear, slightly annoyed by the blonde's comment. The blonde, more than most anyone, should have known that not everything was about love. There was so much more to every situation than romantic love- there was much more than chemicals distorting in the brain to cause a temporary reaction to something- there had to be. That was what distinguished humans from animals- at least that's what he liked to think- some humans, like most of the ones at his high school, still had herd instinct.
"Hey, do you want to get some more snacks?" The raven-haired boy asked the chestnut haired boy sensing tension, as her slowly stood up and stretched.
"Sure," The chestnut haired boy agreed, standing up slowly, and followed the raven-haired boy to the snack table.
Kurt sighed calmly. He was had all of the points needed to leave the place- he didn't need more problems- with a person he considered his friend nonetheless. Not to mention that he didn't want this guy, who although seemed cool, was an outsider.
"Are you okay?" The raven- haired boy asked, turning around to the boy who was behind him. He worried that he wouldn't say the right words- that some things were awkward to a person in a hospital.
Kurt looked away. After lying and telling people that he was okay for so long, he was trying to learn to tell the truth again. "If I can't handle the world inside of Green Meadows, how could I possibly handle the world outside of this place?" Kurt asked, looking directly into Blaine's eyes.
"Maybe," the raven-haired boy suggested, "You don't give yourself enough credit. "I think that you are surrounded by a lot of troubled people in here- good- but troubled. In the outside world I think that a lot more people know coping methods. The people are here for a reason- not always because they need to be here- but they are."
"Warblers, can I get your attention, please?" Wes called, clapping his hands together twice.
Blaine and Kurt turned their heads towards the Warbler's co- captain who was talking into the microphone at the front of the room.
"Our bus is waiting outside and your parents are expecting you all back by 10 PM, so we're going to have to wrap up. We would like to thank Dr. Blue for helping us organize our visit. We would also like to thank Green Meadows for allowing us to visit." Wes clapped his hands in applause and Blaine and David followed Wes in leading the applause.
The raven- haired boy turned back to the chestnut- haired boy. "Looks like I have to leave now, but I'd like to finish our conversation…" the boy trailed off, hoping that the other boy would have an idea about how they could finish their discussion.
"Visitors are allowed Saturday afternoons." The chestnut- haired boy offered. "You just have to call ahead and tell them my name and then they will ask me to confirm that I want to see you. That's how it works for non- facility regulated visits."
"I'm Blaine Anderson." The raven- haired boy offered.
"Kurt Hummel." The chestnut- haired boy offered back.
"Here," The raven- haired boy reached into his back and pulled out a fine- tipped permanent marker from the side pocket of his messenger bag that was hanging across his body. The raven- haired boy un-capped his pen and slowly reached for the chestnut- haired boy's hand. He gently turned over the chestnut haired boy's hand and gripped his palm as he wrote his number down on his hand.
The chestnut haired boy looked at the number on his palm and smiled to himself before tugging down on the long sleeved shirt, as his sleeves were riding up.
"I'll call you sometime this week." The chestnut- haired boy said.
"Hear from you soon, then." The raven- haired boy offered a comforting, re- assuring, closed- mouthed smile as he turned away.
"Talk to you soon!" The chestnut- haired boy called as he waved goodbye.
It wasn't until the chestnut- haired boy was under his clean, pressed white, starched sheet that night, would he think about what the raven- haired boy had said. Maybe didn't give himself enough credit. But maybe the world that he was from just wasn't for him. Maybe, there was a world that was, but it wasn't back at McKinley High School. The chestnut- haired boy knew that for sure. He just didn't know where to go from Green Meadows Mental Health Hospital.