drabbles: Glee and Glee/X-Men
Title: Think only of my love! - my song is gone
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Warnings: takes place after Prom; mentions of character death
Pairings: canon
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 265
Point of view: third
Prompt: Rachel went snooping around the old Glee Club records, and finds tapes on one from years ago, she plays it and says they should be more like them. Kurt realises it's his mother singing a solo. Do with this what you will!
No one is really listening to the tape. Mercedes saw an argument between Karofsky and Azimio, and she's whispering everything she heard to Kurt; Mike and Tina are cuddling; Santana is simultaneously flirting with Brittany and Finn while Lauren and Puck make out; and Quinn is updating facebook on her phone at the same time Sam and Artie begin a discussion about Avatar versus Lord of the Rings.
Rachel is trying to gain everyone's attention, and Mr. Schue is about to lose his temper, when one ethereal voice soars away from the rest, filling the room and silencing all of them.
Kurt’s eyes widen, and then he ducks his head, slamming his eyes shut.
“We need to sound like this!” Rachel screeches. “Listen!”
That once voice completely steals the show; Kurt doesn’t even hear the others, plodding and heavy behind her, trying to follow and losing the way. She sang in his dreams, haunted every horrible moment he’d ever experienced, kept him company in dumpsters, whispered how one day it would all be better.
He knows this song, too. She sang it as a lullaby on the nights he had bad dreams.
“What is she sayin’?” Puck mumbles to Lauren; she shushes him. The song is French, one of his mother’s favorites. She used to say she met Dad because of it. They danced around the kitchen while she sang it, Kurt snug between them.
Kurt smiles, swaying to the music, and then he begins to sing. He echoes her, slightly deeper, and tears slip down his face as he duets with his mother again.
Title: Won’t you sometimes think of me?
Fandom: Glee/X-Men
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Emmylou Harris
Warnings: takes place in season 1
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 325
Point of view: third
Prompt: Kurt is a mutant. Writer's choice as to what power he has, but I'd like it to be invisible (i.e. not like Mystique or Beast) and preferably not telepathy. He deals with the prejudice not only against homosexuals but also against mutants.
The only good thing he's found about his 'power' is that it's easy to hide. Easier than his orientation, easier than tears, easy as breathing.
Hah. Breathing.
He's been lucky so far, that none of the bullies noticed. He's thought about going to the police, telling Dad. Screaming it at those stupid children who (hopefully) have no idea they went too far.
If Kurt hadn't had his power, he'd be dead. Suffocated on accident. Ever since then, he's actively looked to be bullied, so if they ever go too far again, it'll happen to him.
Accelerated healing is one thing; broken bones heal in minutes, and he doesn't exactly feel pain, so it's not hard to keep people from realizing his 'bruised' wrist actually snapped. But not needing to breathe...
Well.
Physically, he hasn’t hurt since he was twelve. It wasn’t until he was fifteen and Puck shoved his face into his own jacket, saturated with urine, that he realized he wasn’t breathing.
He should be dead. Sometimes, he thinks he might be. He’s considered experimenting with his capabilities. Jumping off things. Cutting other things. Seeing how far he can push himself before he breaks. He’s pretty sure he won’t reach that point, but the fear of being wrong… he can’t do that to Dad.
Dad doesn’t know. That the bullying is very physical. That Kurt should be dead twice over. That Kurt can’t feel pain, and heals, and can hold his breath for years.
That Kurt isn’t just gay, he’s a mutant freak. Dad doesn’t care about the gay, so Kurt wants to believe he wouldn’t care about the mutant part, either.
But he isn’t sure. The glee club might not care, either, but he’s heard Quinn and Mercedes talking, heard Mr. Schue’s offhand comments, listened to the whole world talk about freaks and monsters. Being mutant is worse than being gay.
So he just holds his head high and pretends to breathe.