The Locket (A Glee Fic)
Title: The Locket
Author: Woodsgal
Fandom: Glee
Rating: G
Word Count: 1015
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Spoilers/Warnings: None really, maybe a slight hint if you haven't the back 9 but that's all. Could be viewed as brotherly love or slash
Summary: Kurt breaks the locket his mother left him, Finn comforts him and buys him something new.
Author's Notes: I saw a nice photo of a locket and randomly started writing this...umm...there really was no reason why so it's random fluff pretty much.
Thanks to my bestie cabriola for beta-reading ^^.
*****
The locket was special.
It was the one thing Kurt had that had belonged to his mother. The dresser may still smell like her, he may still have the photos and the memories but the locket was the only thing that she had held, that she had loved and that she had given to Kurt.
Before she'd gone into the hospital she had called Kurt into her room, had unclasped the chain from her neck and pushed it into his pudgy hands, whispering how she wanted him to have it, how she wanted him to think of her whenever he wore it. He hadn't understood why at the time. He'd asked her why but she'd just insisted that he promised.
A few weeks later she had died.
She had known it was her time but she hadn't wanted to be forgotten and Kurt never forgot his promise. Whenever he pulled out the fragile jewelery to look at, whenever he wore it, he always thought of her.
Of the beautiful brunette woman had danced and sung with him as she did her chores, letting him play dress up and sitting with him to watch Disney films and old musicals. Of flowing skirts and long locks, of her before she fell ill. Before the cancer, before the chemotherapy and then the cancer coming back and finishing her off. He never thought of her like that, it hurt too much too.
The locket helped him remember the good times and then one day it broke.
The chain hadn't been the strongest and it had grown brittle with age and being fiddled about with too often.
One day he pulled it out of the drawer and has he went to open the clasp it snapped off the rest of the chain. All he could do was stare as the pendant slipped off the chain and fell to the floor below him with a gentle thump.
He scrambled onto his knees, grabbing hold of the pendant and slipping it back on the chain before he tried to get the clasp back on.
“No...I can't have broken it. Mom...” he gasped, tears pricking at his eyes as his shaking hands failed to do the job.
He sat there for a long time, just staring as tears ran down pale cheeks. He didn't hear someone opening the door above him, his name being called or anyone descending down the stairs. He didn't take any notice until there was a gentle hand on his shoulder startling him back to reality.
“Are you okay?”
Three simple words asked gently by Finn but that was all it took for Kurt to just start crying slightly harder.
Finn didn't know why, didn't really know what to do but he got down next to the smaller male and wrapped his arms around him, gathering him into his arms and awkwardly trying to calm him down. He rocked them gently, holding the shaking body close to him as a brunet head buried itself in his shoulder and clutched at his shirt. He didn't care that his shirt was probably getting ruined, he was more worried about creasing Kurt's clothes with their positioning but the boy seemed to need a cuddle so he would comfort him.
Eventually the sobs quietened down and he relaxed into the jock's arms. They sat there quietly for a few minutes before Kurt attempted to pull away only for Finn to pull him back.
“What was wrong?”
“It's silly.”
“Try me.”
Kurt sighed quietly, allowing himself to fall back into those strong arms, taking in the smell of the male holding him. This was a lot closer then he'd ever imagined they would get after all.
“I broke my mom's locket. She gave it to me before she died and it was important to her...and me. But the clasp snapped off and I can't fix it,” he answered, unclenching the hand he had been hugging to himself the whole time to reveal the broken chain and locket.
Finn simply took the broken necklace and placed it carefully on the bed before he pushed the smaller male gently off of him so he could get up.
“I'll see what I can do,” he said as he picked it back up and headed upstairs.
Kurt was too shocked to do anything, Finn had just agreed to help him for no reason. He could feel his lips twitch upwards for the first time in hours as he stood up himself to sit more carefully on his bed.
He doubted Finn would be able to fix the necklace but it was the thought that counts.
*****
A couple of weeks later Kurt came downstairs to see two jewelery boxes sitting on his bed.
Hesitantly he stepped over to his bed, he sat down next to them carefully and saw a note sitting on top of them.
Kurt,
I got the clasp fixed and well, I saw a little something else in the shop that reminded me of you. I brought it for you, hope you don't mind.
Finn.
Opening the larger box he spied his mother's locket, clean and fixed and he sighed happily. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, it was bound to break at some point but everything was okay now.
Thanks to Finn.
More unsurely he picked up the second box and opened it, smile growing and a laugh bubbling in his throat as he read the cheap necklace, the charm shaped to spell 'fashionista'.
It was incredibly cheap and rather corny but Kurt pulled it from the box and fastened it around his own neck, not hiding it behind a scarf as he often did his mother's locket. This was just as special but for a different reason and he would be proud to show it off.
It was the perfect little gift from a sweet guy to cheer him up after all and though he wouldn't buy anything like this for himself in a million years he loved it.
Just like he loved Finn.
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Author: Woodsgal
Fandom: Glee
Rating: G
Word Count: 1015
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Spoilers/Warnings: None really, maybe a slight hint if you haven't the back 9 but that's all. Could be viewed as brotherly love or slash
Summary: Kurt breaks the locket his mother left him, Finn comforts him and buys him something new.
Author's Notes: I saw a nice photo of a locket and randomly started writing this...umm...there really was no reason why so it's random fluff pretty much.
Thanks to my bestie cabriola for beta-reading ^^.
*****
The locket was special.
It was the one thing Kurt had that had belonged to his mother. The dresser may still smell like her, he may still have the photos and the memories but the locket was the only thing that she had held, that she had loved and that she had given to Kurt.
Before she'd gone into the hospital she had called Kurt into her room, had unclasped the chain from her neck and pushed it into his pudgy hands, whispering how she wanted him to have it, how she wanted him to think of her whenever he wore it. He hadn't understood why at the time. He'd asked her why but she'd just insisted that he promised.
A few weeks later she had died.
She had known it was her time but she hadn't wanted to be forgotten and Kurt never forgot his promise. Whenever he pulled out the fragile jewelery to look at, whenever he wore it, he always thought of her.
Of the beautiful brunette woman had danced and sung with him as she did her chores, letting him play dress up and sitting with him to watch Disney films and old musicals. Of flowing skirts and long locks, of her before she fell ill. Before the cancer, before the chemotherapy and then the cancer coming back and finishing her off. He never thought of her like that, it hurt too much too.
The locket helped him remember the good times and then one day it broke.
The chain hadn't been the strongest and it had grown brittle with age and being fiddled about with too often.
One day he pulled it out of the drawer and has he went to open the clasp it snapped off the rest of the chain. All he could do was stare as the pendant slipped off the chain and fell to the floor below him with a gentle thump.
He scrambled onto his knees, grabbing hold of the pendant and slipping it back on the chain before he tried to get the clasp back on.
“No...I can't have broken it. Mom...” he gasped, tears pricking at his eyes as his shaking hands failed to do the job.
He sat there for a long time, just staring as tears ran down pale cheeks. He didn't hear someone opening the door above him, his name being called or anyone descending down the stairs. He didn't take any notice until there was a gentle hand on his shoulder startling him back to reality.
“Are you okay?”
Three simple words asked gently by Finn but that was all it took for Kurt to just start crying slightly harder.
Finn didn't know why, didn't really know what to do but he got down next to the smaller male and wrapped his arms around him, gathering him into his arms and awkwardly trying to calm him down. He rocked them gently, holding the shaking body close to him as a brunet head buried itself in his shoulder and clutched at his shirt. He didn't care that his shirt was probably getting ruined, he was more worried about creasing Kurt's clothes with their positioning but the boy seemed to need a cuddle so he would comfort him.
Eventually the sobs quietened down and he relaxed into the jock's arms. They sat there quietly for a few minutes before Kurt attempted to pull away only for Finn to pull him back.
“What was wrong?”
“It's silly.”
“Try me.”
Kurt sighed quietly, allowing himself to fall back into those strong arms, taking in the smell of the male holding him. This was a lot closer then he'd ever imagined they would get after all.
“I broke my mom's locket. She gave it to me before she died and it was important to her...and me. But the clasp snapped off and I can't fix it,” he answered, unclenching the hand he had been hugging to himself the whole time to reveal the broken chain and locket.
Finn simply took the broken necklace and placed it carefully on the bed before he pushed the smaller male gently off of him so he could get up.
“I'll see what I can do,” he said as he picked it back up and headed upstairs.
Kurt was too shocked to do anything, Finn had just agreed to help him for no reason. He could feel his lips twitch upwards for the first time in hours as he stood up himself to sit more carefully on his bed.
He doubted Finn would be able to fix the necklace but it was the thought that counts.
*****
A couple of weeks later Kurt came downstairs to see two jewelery boxes sitting on his bed.
Hesitantly he stepped over to his bed, he sat down next to them carefully and saw a note sitting on top of them.
Kurt,
I got the clasp fixed and well, I saw a little something else in the shop that reminded me of you. I brought it for you, hope you don't mind.
Finn.
Opening the larger box he spied his mother's locket, clean and fixed and he sighed happily. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, it was bound to break at some point but everything was okay now.
Thanks to Finn.
More unsurely he picked up the second box and opened it, smile growing and a laugh bubbling in his throat as he read the cheap necklace, the charm shaped to spell 'fashionista'.
It was incredibly cheap and rather corny but Kurt pulled it from the box and fastened it around his own neck, not hiding it behind a scarf as he often did his mother's locket. This was just as special but for a different reason and he would be proud to show it off.
It was the perfect little gift from a sweet guy to cheer him up after all and though he wouldn't buy anything like this for himself in a million years he loved it.
Just like he loved Finn.
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