Growing Up With You ~15/?~
Title: Growing Up With You ~15/?~
Author: saar_fantasy
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warnings: off-page death characters
Spoilers: none
Genre: AU,Drama,Romance
Word Count:: ~1.078
Disclaimer: As much as I wished I did, I don't own any of them.
Summary: After his parents died in a car accident when he was a little kid, Kurt Hummel had been living at the Puckermans; who were best friends of his mom and dad. Their son Noah and Kurt were complete opposites in everything. That's until they found out they had one,very crucial, thing in common. The one thing that would change their look at each other and at life forever.
Three weeks had gone by...Three weeks in which Noah still hadn't shown any sign of waking up.
Not any sign of improvement at all, period.
Everybody at Mckinley High knew about Noah's condition and a lot of his former teammates of the football team, and of
course everyone from the Glee club came over to visit him once in a while.
His mom was there every day. And Kurt?
Kurt never left his side....
If it wan't for taking a quick shower in the adjoining bathroom, Kurt stayed by Noah's bed.
He didn't go home, he didn't go to school...He didn't do anything besides being with Noah.
Either Mercedes, Rachel or Tina would help him stay up to date with his schoolwork when they came over to visit him and a still sleeping Noah.
Kurt held himself strong during the day, it was in the evening, when everyone else was gone, that he would let himself breakdown and cry.
Every day people would talk to Noah...They would tell him random things about what happened at school, at their houses, joke about the stupid things Finn had done... All to no reaction from Noah.
The doctor had told them it might help him to wake up, but until now, it was all to no avail.
Kurt really missed him...He even missed the countless times they fought over something and even the time when they barely even spoke to each other.
He would give anything to have some stupid fight with him right now. Anything...
"He really cares about you, Kurt. He has really accepted you as his brother." his mother's tired voice suddenly pulled him out of his thoughts, "You know that, don't you?"
"He only started liking me recently," Kurt replied, sounding just as tired, "He never liked me in the beginning that I came to live with you guys."
"That's where you're wrong," his mother corrected him and Kurt stared at her, completely confused, " Noah liked you from the first time he laid eyes on you. He only didn't know how to deal with it."
An even more confused looking frown appeared on Kurt's face.
"What do you mean?"
"I see how you look at him, Kurt. You love Noah."
"Of course I love him," Kurt replied, trying to sound as calm and unaffected by her words, "He's my brother."
His mother sighed and decided to try a different approach, maybe that would help Kurt to express his real feelings for Noah.
Just at that moment, the door of the room went open and Rachel,Tina and Mercedes came walking inside.
They all greeted mrs. Puckerman before going over to Kurt to hug him.
Kurt's mom knew the four kids needed some alone time so she asked them if they wanted anything to drink, just to have an excuse to leave the room.
She was still mourning the loss of her husband and as much as she loved her son, it really hurt and upset her to look at him right now.
Noah used to be such a strong young man, but now, in that hospital bed, he looked so weak and fragile and she simply couldn't stand it.
She needed someone to lean back on... She couldn't lean back on Kurt because she knew how much in pain he was; maybe even more than she.
He had already lost his parents and now the person who was a second dad to him. Maybe even the one he called his brother as well.
Nobody could tell her if and when Noah would wake up, and as time passed by, she was slowly giving up the hope that he would.
True it was "only" three weeks, but that was already long enough for him to get amnesia or even brain damage.
She had begged the doctor to take an MR from her son and he finally did so. Now they only would have to wait for the results.
She gave a small smile to the kids before she left the room.
~~
"How are you, baby?" Mercedes asked her best friend tentatively.
Kurt shrugged and wiped one of his bangs out of his eyes.
"Same as three weeks ago," he glanced over at Noah and added quietly, "Just like him."
Mercedes and Tina gave each other a worried look, while Rachel moved closer to Kurt.
"Maybe you should sing to him."
Kurt couldn't help but to roll his eyes. Leave it to Rachel to tell you to sing about every activity in your life or every emotion you feel.
It wasn't such a bad idea, but Kurt really didn't feel like singing at all right now.
Besides, who said Noah would even hear it?
"I don't really feel like singing right now, Rachel."
"You see," Mercedes suddenly piped up, "I told you he wouldn't want to sing."
Rachel looked a little taken aback for a secand but quickly redeemed herself.
"But it would do you good, Kurt. Besides, I've heard that singing might help people wake up from their coma."
"So does talking, Rachel."
"Yes, but-"
Kurt sighed, holding up his hand to stop the the girl from talking.
"I'm tired, Rach. Just stop nagging about making me sing or leave."
Rachel's face fell a little and she retreated, walking to the other side of the bed and saying hi to the sleeping Noah.
Tina joined Rachel while Mercedes grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him towards the door.
"I know you're very upset about Puck, Kurt, but Rachel means well."
"I know," Kurt sighed, "I know she means well...It's just...I've just lost my second dad and I could easily lose my brother as well."
Mercedes' eyes widened a little, "That's the first time I ever heard you call him your brother."
Kurt just shrugged, "He is my brother. It's about time I accept that."
The girls all shared a look but didn't comment.
"It's really weird to see him like this," Rachel said quietly, "It's like it's not Puck anymore."
"He's still the same guy, Rachel."
"I know that, it's just..."
"You miss him."
Rachel looked up at Kurt, who gave her a small smile.
"I miss him too," Kurt continued, "It's strange how he changed so much..."
"We all changed, Kurt." Mercedes said, smiling and draping her arm around his shoulders.
"I know, 'Cedes. But I think Noah changed the most. All those years that Karofsky and his stupid puckheads terrorized us,terrorized me; his own "brother"; never did he do something about it until he entered Glee club. I mean, he shoved
Karofsky against the lockers for me..."
All three girls' eyes widened and Kurt suddenly realized that they hadn't seen that happening.
"He shoved Karofsky against the lockers?"
Kurt sighed, "That's what I said, Mercedes."
"When?" she demanded and Kurt knew there was no way to get out of this or to tell her a lie.
"It was after school one day and Karofsky had waited for me-"
"Why?"
"I don't know..."
A little lie couldn't hurt. He couldn't possibly tell her that he was trying to kiss him.
She would kill that son of a bitch. Those were her words of course.
"Go on, white boy."
"Well, he started harrassing me like he usually does and then suddenly Noah was there, pulling him away from me and pushing him against the lockers. He saved me and from then on, things were different between us."
"He's a good guy," Tina finally spoke up, "I don't know him that well but Artie does. Remember when he drove Artie
around school for a few days? Artie told me afterwards that he and Puck actually became friends during that time."
Kurt smiled and sat back down on the bed, idly stroking his fingers through Noah's mohawk.
"I just wish he would wake up already."
Rachel reached out to place her hand on Kurt's shoulder, smiling sadly.
"We all want that, Kurt," she said softly, "We all want him to wake up."
~~
Late that night, when his friends and mother were gone, Kurt crawled back into the bed beside Noah, his head on his chest.
They had put up an extra bed for him in the room but Kurt never used it.
He gently took hold of Noah's arm and draped it around his back like he always did.
It might sound weird, but he liked the feel of Noah's arm around him, even if he had to put it there himself.
He looked up at the ceiling and did the same thing as he did every night since 3 weeks ago... He went back in his memories to everything that he and Noah went through from the first time they met each other.
The good and the bad. Trying to concentrate on the good ones the most.
Then he remembered Rachel saying that he should try singing to him and he slowly shook his head.
That girl and her singing...But then again; it couldn't hurt to try, could it?
He had talked to Noah every day and it hadn't helped one bit, how the hell could singing work then?
Still, something inside him told him that Rachel could be right. Sometimes a song could say so much more than just mere words ever could.
He turned and lifted his head a little to catch a glimpse of Noah's lifeless face.
He couldn't help the tear that rolled down his cheek.
Oh what he wouldn't give to just make him open his hazel eyes again.
He looks back up at the ceiling and barely realizing it himself; he starts singing.
A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sittin' there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight
A room is a still a room
Even when there's nothin' there but gloom
But a room is not a house
And a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart
And one of us has a broken heart
Now and then I call your name
And suddenly your face appears
But it's just a crazy game
When it ends, it ends in tears
Pretty little darling, have a heart
Don't let one mistake keep us apart
I'm not meant to live alone
Turn this house into a home
When I climb the stairs and turn the key
Oh, please be there
Sayin' that you're still in love with me, yeah
I'm not meant to live alone
Turn this house into a home
I climb the stairs and turn the key
Oh, please be there, still in love
I said, still in love, still in love with me, yeah
He smiled at himself as the true meaning of the song began to sink through.
This was meant to be a love song, but Kurt meant it in another way, or didn't he?
He meant it in a brotherly kind of way.
He just wanted Noah to come back home...
"You love him, Kurt."
His mother's voice rang through his ears again. Although he had played it off cool and smooth, he had noticed the underlying tone in his mother's voice well enough.
He wasn't ready to say it though... He wasn't even ready to really admit it to himself, let stand say it out loud.
He was also scared that if Noah would hear it, he would freak out and their fragile friendship they had build would crumble down immediately.
Heck, if he just heard this song he's gonna freak out as well...
Damn it Kurt Hummel-Puckerman; yes, he liked to call himself a Puckerman as well; what have you gotten yourself into?
That's when it happened...
The stirring, then shaking of Noah's body...