Gemma and The Hallway Hands (Part 8 of ?)
Title: Gemma and The Hallway Hands (Part 8 of ?)
Author:emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck, Finn/Mercedes, Will/Gemma (OC)
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Word Count: 1459 words
Spoilers: Season One.
Genre: Romance/Slight Angst/Dashes of Fluff
Warnings: het romance (see parings)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Don't rub it in okay. I'm still in the depression stage.
Summary: McKinley High gets a new school nurse and she takes special notice of one Noah Puckerman... Get your mind out of the gutter... not that kind of notice.
Authors Note: The song used in this chapter is Matthew Good's Annabelle. After a quick detour to the world of Mike/Matt, I proudly bring you Part 8.
Previously on GATHH: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Kurt spent the next few days waiting for any signs from Noah. Every day that went by forced the hope that bubbled into throat down into the pit of his stomach. It made him feel stupid. Maybe he had conflated the meaning of the yellow crayon. Maybe the moment that changed his life was just another day for Noah. One of the many times Noah stopped someone's heart.
The worst thing is that Mercedes had been completely incommunicado since the day of the duet. With the weekend fast approaching Kurt was starting to wonder just how genuine that flu was. Finn was surprisingly little help on that front. He said he had just as much information as Kurt did.
Friday seemed to change everything. Mercedes stumbled into first period, truly looking like death warmed over. A thick purple shawl was wrapped tightly around her shoulders and Kurt felt like an asshole for ever doubting his girl.
When Finn finally laid eyes on her, it had been three days since the best and worst day of his life. Kissing Mercedes was the one thing he had been dreaming about since he was thirteen. He thought that dreams always trumped reality. It could never come close. He learned that he was wrong.
Her taste exploding on his tongue, her soft body pressed tightly against him and her soft gasping moans were too much for him. Before he could even get through the first mailman he was erupting. The shame and embarrassment that went through him was the worst it had ever been. But then something magical happened. She still wanted him. She found out his darkest secret and she still wanted him.
Her illness worried him. He wanted to play the mother hen, bring you chicken soup type of boyfriend but that wasn't a conversation they had had yet. So instead he just worried with Kurt.
But when she walked into glee he knew that he really couldn't wait to have the are we officially together? Can we hold hands in public? conversation. He just walked over to her and tucked her under his arm. She stayed there until glee was over.
When Rachel saw Finn wrap his arm around Mercedes she tried to tell herself that he was just being a good friend. That it didn't mean anything. When she saw him press a small kiss against Mercedes' forehead and whisper Mercy into her hair, she knew she was very wrong.
**
Noah spent the last period and the entire duration of glee in Gemma's office. Mostly they were sharing the silence. Every once in awhile he would voice his insecurities and she would just say he was being an idiot.
Noah figured out very quickly that he was not going to get a rousing, inspirational pep talk that would make this any easier.
The squeaking of his sneakers echoed through the empty hallway. He passed Kurt's locker five times. His hand coming closer and closer to the vent every time. On his sixth pass he noticed just how much his fumbling had ruined the note. The crumpled loose-leaf made Noah lose any self-confidence he had. He thrust the note hard into his pocket.
He had been trying to give Kurt that note for three days. He was almost at the end of the hall when Gemma's booming voice echoed down to him and bounced off his slumped shoulders.
“Man up, Puckerman!”
Noah took one look at her furrowed brow and angry eyes. He held her glare as he slipped the note through the vent of Kurt's locker. He was worried she might have been able to hear his shuddering breath but her face just broke into a smile and her hair twirled as she stepped back into her office.
One look at the clock told him glee would get out any minute. He bounced on the balls of his feet and he tried to decide if he should wait. When he heard Kurt's soprano flood the hall he knew he wasn't brave enough.
He couldn't be there to see if Kurt's face fell when he read the note. The thought that Kurt would actually want him was something he couldn't quite reconcile yet. The thought that he might be able to read hesitation on Kurt's face, just might kill him.
When he's playing guitar in his room five hours later he thinks about being brave. Thinks that Kurt deserves someone who's brave. Gemma told him that being brave didn't mean never getting scared. It was being scared and doing what was right regardless.
Looking down at his toes buried in the carpet, curled into his foot, he knew he was scared. When he felt those toes curled into the soles of his shoes standing on the Hummel's doorstep he knew he was doing what was right. When his shaky finger hovered over the doorbell he knew it was time to be brave. Brave and right and scared. For Kurt.
**
Kurt pressed his hand against the face of his locker and paused. It felt different. Each dial turn of his lock sped through his veins. The white paper fluttered down and landed on the top of his boot.
He tossed it into the garbage halfway down the hall, under the water fountain. It wasn't the first time some random jock fucktard thought it'd be funny to slide a vile message into his locker. The last one was a particularly gruesome drawing of him being lynched on Main Street. The words Faggots Always Get What's Coming To Them made the morbid headline. After everything that had happened that week, he certainly didn't need to deal with that stupidity.
He slammed his locker with a satisfying bang and was almost out the door before he second guessed himself. Backtracking, he grabbed the note that was teetering dangerously on top of a banana peel. He cringed as he slid it into his pocket.
When he got home Kurt found himself playing host to a new side of Mercedes. This time she was his brother's new girlfriend. He cooked a fantastic dinner while Finn, Mercedes and his dad were screaming at the television. Kurt might have poked his head in for a minute to get a peek at the cute boys in basketball shorts but he was pretty sure that no one had noticed that.
It wasn't until the dishes were done, his dad and Carole had gone to bed and Finn had shyly kissed Mercedes good night at the door that Kurt finally got a chance to collapse on his bed. He was almost asleep when his hand strayed down his side and brushed the paper sitting in the pocket of his jeans.
He went from half asleep to wide awake in a matter of moments. He wasn't greeted with a note denouncing him for his lifestyle and how he chose to be. It was a note from Noah.
Hey Kurt,
I know I kinda fucked up by just cornering you like that but I didn't know what else to do. I'm trying to work on that. It should be easy. I should just walk up to you and say that I want to be with you. That I actually want a first date with someone. That I want that with you. That I'm really sorry I always skipped math class just because it hurt to see you.
There's this song that reminds me of you. If I had heard it a few months ago I would have said it was chick music. But Gemma's trying to teach me that if you limit yourself to the socially acceptable gender roles you really miss out. So like, dudes can wear dresses and cry, and girls can fix cars and become welders. I think I like that world a lot better than the other one. I wrote some of the song on the back. I know it's stupid and isn't the same as me saying it but it's all I have for now.
Love Noah
Kurt flipped the note over and had to strain to see the lyrics Noah had written on the back.
aint it time that we did something?
oh aint it time that we got clever?
instead of standing in the shadows
why don't we try and stand together?
Oh Annabelle
well I like it here
cause nothing seems impossible
and I need to know that's possible
Kurt traced the yellow crayon words. Thought about the being Noah's first. Drew happy excited squeals at Noah wanting to be with him.
The note clutched firmly against his chest, Kurt finally let himself believe that some of his daydreams were possible.
Then he heard the doorbell ring.
Author:emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck, Finn/Mercedes, Will/Gemma (OC)
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Word Count: 1459 words
Spoilers: Season One.
Genre: Romance/Slight Angst/Dashes of Fluff
Warnings: het romance (see parings)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Don't rub it in okay. I'm still in the depression stage.
Summary: McKinley High gets a new school nurse and she takes special notice of one Noah Puckerman... Get your mind out of the gutter... not that kind of notice.
Authors Note: The song used in this chapter is Matthew Good's Annabelle. After a quick detour to the world of Mike/Matt, I proudly bring you Part 8.
Previously on GATHH: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Kurt spent the next few days waiting for any signs from Noah. Every day that went by forced the hope that bubbled into throat down into the pit of his stomach. It made him feel stupid. Maybe he had conflated the meaning of the yellow crayon. Maybe the moment that changed his life was just another day for Noah. One of the many times Noah stopped someone's heart.
The worst thing is that Mercedes had been completely incommunicado since the day of the duet. With the weekend fast approaching Kurt was starting to wonder just how genuine that flu was. Finn was surprisingly little help on that front. He said he had just as much information as Kurt did.
Friday seemed to change everything. Mercedes stumbled into first period, truly looking like death warmed over. A thick purple shawl was wrapped tightly around her shoulders and Kurt felt like an asshole for ever doubting his girl.
When Finn finally laid eyes on her, it had been three days since the best and worst day of his life. Kissing Mercedes was the one thing he had been dreaming about since he was thirteen. He thought that dreams always trumped reality. It could never come close. He learned that he was wrong.
Her taste exploding on his tongue, her soft body pressed tightly against him and her soft gasping moans were too much for him. Before he could even get through the first mailman he was erupting. The shame and embarrassment that went through him was the worst it had ever been. But then something magical happened. She still wanted him. She found out his darkest secret and she still wanted him.
Her illness worried him. He wanted to play the mother hen, bring you chicken soup type of boyfriend but that wasn't a conversation they had had yet. So instead he just worried with Kurt.
But when she walked into glee he knew that he really couldn't wait to have the are we officially together? Can we hold hands in public? conversation. He just walked over to her and tucked her under his arm. She stayed there until glee was over.
When Rachel saw Finn wrap his arm around Mercedes she tried to tell herself that he was just being a good friend. That it didn't mean anything. When she saw him press a small kiss against Mercedes' forehead and whisper Mercy into her hair, she knew she was very wrong.
**
Noah spent the last period and the entire duration of glee in Gemma's office. Mostly they were sharing the silence. Every once in awhile he would voice his insecurities and she would just say he was being an idiot.
Noah figured out very quickly that he was not going to get a rousing, inspirational pep talk that would make this any easier.
The squeaking of his sneakers echoed through the empty hallway. He passed Kurt's locker five times. His hand coming closer and closer to the vent every time. On his sixth pass he noticed just how much his fumbling had ruined the note. The crumpled loose-leaf made Noah lose any self-confidence he had. He thrust the note hard into his pocket.
He had been trying to give Kurt that note for three days. He was almost at the end of the hall when Gemma's booming voice echoed down to him and bounced off his slumped shoulders.
“Man up, Puckerman!”
Noah took one look at her furrowed brow and angry eyes. He held her glare as he slipped the note through the vent of Kurt's locker. He was worried she might have been able to hear his shuddering breath but her face just broke into a smile and her hair twirled as she stepped back into her office.
One look at the clock told him glee would get out any minute. He bounced on the balls of his feet and he tried to decide if he should wait. When he heard Kurt's soprano flood the hall he knew he wasn't brave enough.
He couldn't be there to see if Kurt's face fell when he read the note. The thought that Kurt would actually want him was something he couldn't quite reconcile yet. The thought that he might be able to read hesitation on Kurt's face, just might kill him.
When he's playing guitar in his room five hours later he thinks about being brave. Thinks that Kurt deserves someone who's brave. Gemma told him that being brave didn't mean never getting scared. It was being scared and doing what was right regardless.
Looking down at his toes buried in the carpet, curled into his foot, he knew he was scared. When he felt those toes curled into the soles of his shoes standing on the Hummel's doorstep he knew he was doing what was right. When his shaky finger hovered over the doorbell he knew it was time to be brave. Brave and right and scared. For Kurt.
**
Kurt pressed his hand against the face of his locker and paused. It felt different. Each dial turn of his lock sped through his veins. The white paper fluttered down and landed on the top of his boot.
He tossed it into the garbage halfway down the hall, under the water fountain. It wasn't the first time some random jock fucktard thought it'd be funny to slide a vile message into his locker. The last one was a particularly gruesome drawing of him being lynched on Main Street. The words Faggots Always Get What's Coming To Them made the morbid headline. After everything that had happened that week, he certainly didn't need to deal with that stupidity.
He slammed his locker with a satisfying bang and was almost out the door before he second guessed himself. Backtracking, he grabbed the note that was teetering dangerously on top of a banana peel. He cringed as he slid it into his pocket.
When he got home Kurt found himself playing host to a new side of Mercedes. This time she was his brother's new girlfriend. He cooked a fantastic dinner while Finn, Mercedes and his dad were screaming at the television. Kurt might have poked his head in for a minute to get a peek at the cute boys in basketball shorts but he was pretty sure that no one had noticed that.
It wasn't until the dishes were done, his dad and Carole had gone to bed and Finn had shyly kissed Mercedes good night at the door that Kurt finally got a chance to collapse on his bed. He was almost asleep when his hand strayed down his side and brushed the paper sitting in the pocket of his jeans.
He went from half asleep to wide awake in a matter of moments. He wasn't greeted with a note denouncing him for his lifestyle and how he chose to be. It was a note from Noah.
Hey Kurt,
I know I kinda fucked up by just cornering you like that but I didn't know what else to do. I'm trying to work on that. It should be easy. I should just walk up to you and say that I want to be with you. That I actually want a first date with someone. That I want that with you. That I'm really sorry I always skipped math class just because it hurt to see you.
There's this song that reminds me of you. If I had heard it a few months ago I would have said it was chick music. But Gemma's trying to teach me that if you limit yourself to the socially acceptable gender roles you really miss out. So like, dudes can wear dresses and cry, and girls can fix cars and become welders. I think I like that world a lot better than the other one. I wrote some of the song on the back. I know it's stupid and isn't the same as me saying it but it's all I have for now.
Love Noah
Kurt flipped the note over and had to strain to see the lyrics Noah had written on the back.
aint it time that we did something?
oh aint it time that we got clever?
instead of standing in the shadows
why don't we try and stand together?
Oh Annabelle
well I like it here
cause nothing seems impossible
and I need to know that's possible
Kurt traced the yellow crayon words. Thought about the being Noah's first. Drew happy excited squeals at Noah wanting to be with him.
The note clutched firmly against his chest, Kurt finally let himself believe that some of his daydreams were possible.
Then he heard the doorbell ring.