Give Me Love (Prologue/?)
Title: Give Me Love
Rating: R for now
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings (if any): attempted suicide, depression, violence in later chapters
Word Count: 670/?
Summary: Kurt is a Cupid: someone who causes people to fall in love through the use of his arrow. Blaine is the psychiatrist trying to figure out why someone whose purpose is to spread love would stab himself with one of his own arrows.
A/N: It's been awhile, hasn't it? This story is based off of the music video for Ed Sheeran's "Give Me Love" - the song is my favorite by him, and the music video is even more beautiful. I'm horrible at multi-part stories, but I promise, I will try my hardest to keep up with this one. This is also unbeta'd, so if any of you are willing to be my beta, I'm looking for around 2-3 - shoot me a comment and I'll reply back with my email.
Kurt hears them before he sees them.
"It's 3F, right?" One of them says, his voice deep and rough. "That's what the call said?"
"Nah, 3D," says the other, his voice much smoother.
It's comforting, Kurt thinks. It sounds like one of the voices you would hear on an infomercial trying to get you to buy something. He tries to laugh but ends up gasping, a sharp pain in his chest. He closes his eyes, taking a few shallow breaths to ease the hurt. He didn't think it would hurt this much. How is this hurting so much?
There's a knock on the door. Kurt stays silent, his eyes still screwed up in pain.
Another knock. "This is the police," Rough Voice says. Kurt fights the urge to ask for Smooth Voice instead. "There's been a noise complaint? Your neighbor said she heard some screaming, some glass breaking?"
Kurt thinks to himself. Screaming? When was he screaming? He turns his head to the door, but his eyes catch on the shards of glass glittering the floor a few feet away from him. Oh, yeah. Right before he shoved his mirror to the ground.
"Is there anyone in there?" Smooth Voice says.
"Yes," Kurt says without even thinking. That voice just does something to him.
"Open this door up," says Rough Voice, and Kurt frowns. That's not very nice. He could be nicer about it. Now I'm not going to let him in. I don't like rude people. Bring back Smooth Voice. I bet he would say 'please'.
"Hello?" Kurt suddenly realizes his eyes had been drifting closed over the past few seconds. He tries to open them again, but he can't - he's so sleepy.
"Sir? If you won't open this door, we'll have to open it ourselves."
Sleepy.
"Sir?"
So sleepy.
"Damn it, Allen, just bust it open."
Kurt's almost asleep when he hears the crashing noise, the wood of the door splintering as it's kicked in. The shock of it makes him open his eyes, but there's a black fog creeping into his vision and he knows he's not going to be able to stay awake much longer.
"Shit," he hears, and then there's someone's hand lightly slapping him on the face.
"Go 'way," he croaks out. "Sleepy."
"Shit," he hears again, and then there's a static noise before: "We need an ambulance at the Osprey Apartments on 52nd and 7th. Immediately."
"Kid?" The hand won't stop slapping him. It's starting to get annoying. "Kid, where did you get this arrow from?"
"Mmm… mine," he breathes out. He feels his mind shutting down as he dances between the edge of conscious and unconscious.
"Stay awake," Smooth Voice says. "Stay awake, kid, come on-"
"Sleepy," Kurt whines, but tries to stay awake. Smooth Voice told him to. But it's hard, and he doesn't think he'll be able to.
"He's gotta be a Cupid," Rough Voice says in awe. "How else would he have that?"
"Hey kid," And the slapping is back. Kurt tries to lift his hand to stop it but his body doesn't seem to be cooperating. "Did you do this to yourself?"
"Mmmm," Kurt whispers. Why won't they just let him sleep?
"Aren't they supposed to go away? Aren't the arrows not supposed to still be there when someone's hit?"
"Kid, you've gotta stay awake, alright? The ambulance is coming for you, just keep your eyes open for a few more minutes."
"No," Kurt whines petulantly. "'M sleepy."
"He's a Cupid." Rough Voice sounds like he's going to lose it. "I've never seen one in real life before."
"Yeah, well, you don't know that, they don't exactly broadcast themselves to the world, now do they?"
"No fight," Kurt says, because no. They're not going to fight if he's here.
"No, no fighting," Smooth Voice says. "What's your name, kid?"
"Kurt. … Sleep now."
"No! No, kid, Kurt, stay awake - "
The last thing he hears is the sound of sirens blaring from the street outside his window.
Chapter 1
Rating: R for now
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings (if any): attempted suicide, depression, violence in later chapters
Word Count: 670/?
Summary: Kurt is a Cupid: someone who causes people to fall in love through the use of his arrow. Blaine is the psychiatrist trying to figure out why someone whose purpose is to spread love would stab himself with one of his own arrows.
A/N: It's been awhile, hasn't it? This story is based off of the music video for Ed Sheeran's "Give Me Love" - the song is my favorite by him, and the music video is even more beautiful. I'm horrible at multi-part stories, but I promise, I will try my hardest to keep up with this one. This is also unbeta'd, so if any of you are willing to be my beta, I'm looking for around 2-3 - shoot me a comment and I'll reply back with my email.
Kurt hears them before he sees them.
"It's 3F, right?" One of them says, his voice deep and rough. "That's what the call said?"
"Nah, 3D," says the other, his voice much smoother.
It's comforting, Kurt thinks. It sounds like one of the voices you would hear on an infomercial trying to get you to buy something. He tries to laugh but ends up gasping, a sharp pain in his chest. He closes his eyes, taking a few shallow breaths to ease the hurt. He didn't think it would hurt this much. How is this hurting so much?
There's a knock on the door. Kurt stays silent, his eyes still screwed up in pain.
Another knock. "This is the police," Rough Voice says. Kurt fights the urge to ask for Smooth Voice instead. "There's been a noise complaint? Your neighbor said she heard some screaming, some glass breaking?"
Kurt thinks to himself. Screaming? When was he screaming? He turns his head to the door, but his eyes catch on the shards of glass glittering the floor a few feet away from him. Oh, yeah. Right before he shoved his mirror to the ground.
"Is there anyone in there?" Smooth Voice says.
"Yes," Kurt says without even thinking. That voice just does something to him.
"Open this door up," says Rough Voice, and Kurt frowns. That's not very nice. He could be nicer about it. Now I'm not going to let him in. I don't like rude people. Bring back Smooth Voice. I bet he would say 'please'.
"Hello?" Kurt suddenly realizes his eyes had been drifting closed over the past few seconds. He tries to open them again, but he can't - he's so sleepy.
"Sir? If you won't open this door, we'll have to open it ourselves."
Sleepy.
"Sir?"
So sleepy.
"Damn it, Allen, just bust it open."
Kurt's almost asleep when he hears the crashing noise, the wood of the door splintering as it's kicked in. The shock of it makes him open his eyes, but there's a black fog creeping into his vision and he knows he's not going to be able to stay awake much longer.
"Shit," he hears, and then there's someone's hand lightly slapping him on the face.
"Go 'way," he croaks out. "Sleepy."
"Shit," he hears again, and then there's a static noise before: "We need an ambulance at the Osprey Apartments on 52nd and 7th. Immediately."
"Kid?" The hand won't stop slapping him. It's starting to get annoying. "Kid, where did you get this arrow from?"
"Mmm… mine," he breathes out. He feels his mind shutting down as he dances between the edge of conscious and unconscious.
"Stay awake," Smooth Voice says. "Stay awake, kid, come on-"
"Sleepy," Kurt whines, but tries to stay awake. Smooth Voice told him to. But it's hard, and he doesn't think he'll be able to.
"He's gotta be a Cupid," Rough Voice says in awe. "How else would he have that?"
"Hey kid," And the slapping is back. Kurt tries to lift his hand to stop it but his body doesn't seem to be cooperating. "Did you do this to yourself?"
"Mmmm," Kurt whispers. Why won't they just let him sleep?
"Aren't they supposed to go away? Aren't the arrows not supposed to still be there when someone's hit?"
"Kid, you've gotta stay awake, alright? The ambulance is coming for you, just keep your eyes open for a few more minutes."
"No," Kurt whines petulantly. "'M sleepy."
"He's a Cupid." Rough Voice sounds like he's going to lose it. "I've never seen one in real life before."
"Yeah, well, you don't know that, they don't exactly broadcast themselves to the world, now do they?"
"No fight," Kurt says, because no. They're not going to fight if he's here.
"No, no fighting," Smooth Voice says. "What's your name, kid?"
"Kurt. … Sleep now."
"No! No, kid, Kurt, stay awake - "
The last thing he hears is the sound of sirens blaring from the street outside his window.
Chapter 1