Fic. Lost, chapter one
Title; Lost
Rating; T, Pg-13 for suicide talk
Pairing; Natch, kurtofsky.
Summery; Kurt doens't know how it happened, but due to an unlikely circumstance, he feels drawn to Dave, post suicide attempt. Featuring sickly OC karofksy sister.
community.livejournal.com/karofsky_hummel/128063.html#cutid1 chapter two
The bell rang, echoing through the halls of William McKinley high, the only stragglers were a group of footballer-glee clubbers. The walked into the choir room just as Mr. Schuester clapped his hands together and started the meeting. But before he could even mutter a word, even he noticed the eerie silence and looks of the club to the group of guys standing behind Mr. Schue. He turned around, leaning up against the piano, “Do you have something to say?” he asked genuinely.
Finn, the tall goofy looking one, opened his mouth and closed it, thinking, “Have you… have you guys noticed that Karofsky hasn’t been in school lately?” He stared into the group to a mass of shrugs. “I think the only one who would have noticed would have been Kurt and he would have said something about not miss-”
“He’s in the hospital.” Mike Chang said quickly. “Coach just told us. He’s been there for like, three days now.” His hands were in his pockets, and he was rocking back and forth on his feet, “We don’t know why. But Coach knows, she won’t tell us those. Says he’s in a coma right now and they don’t know if he’ll make it.”
Mercedes rolled her eyes, “And we’re supposed to care? I mean, not to be bitchy, but he probably deserves it.” She pursed her lips and sat back in her chair as Mr. Schuester made a “Mercedes please stop” face.
“Even if he is a bully, he’s still a person too. “ Finn frowned, his brow furrowed. “I mean, I already talked to Kurt. And he said the same. Which is weird… but he said that after his warbler practice is done today, that he’s going to go see Karofsky, since he has no fear about him waking up. Sure it will be hard to persuade his dad to let him but he’s Kurt and he’ll do it anyway.”
Rachel jolted up like someone had lit a fire on her chair and stood next to Finn, visibly awkward due to their breakup a few weeks ago, “I say. Maybe this is the store of trauma that will shock him into being a normal person, and leave us all alone. Now Mr. Schue!” she clapped her hands together excitedly, “I have an idea for a solo or even a duet!” The teacher ushered the students do their seats and nodded silently to the football team as they sat down.
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Kurt sighed and shifted his body, switching out his left leg for his right in their crossing. He was mostly tuning out his dad’s lecture on going to see his former tormenter in the hospital. He didn’t know why but he felt this very compelling urge to see the one who put him at his weakest, at his own weakest point. He was going to see Karofsky and that was that. He had agreed to let Finn come along but he had told his step-brother that he wanted him to stand outside the door and not come in, and he agreed. He knew his dad would let him go, but he had to let Burt get it out of his system.
“-Now. I don’t want you doing something stupid. If he wakes up, you run out of there as fast as you can-” Kurt interrupted him with his promises and Burt just nodded and smiled, “Don’t stay out too late. Carole is making lasagna.” Finn smiled and balled his hand into a fist and pumped his arm in victory. “As you can see by Finn’s reaction ,I’m pretty sure it’s dang good. “ he smiled, “It’s getting dark so hurry up and see the kid, peek your head in and go, okay?” Kurt smiles and hugged his dad, assuring him he’d be home soon.
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Kurt wrinkled his nose as he walked to the room that Dave Karofsky was in. He had somehow managed to make his way through the nurse drilling him and Finn as to their reasoning why, but the nurse had no reason to stop them, since the Karofsky family okayed non-family visitors. Kurt always hated the smell of the hospital, like disinfectant and death. Kurt stopped just outside the door, suddenly unsure of his want to go in but Finn clapped a hand onto his shoulder, and nodded. He too knew that Kurt needed to do this, as closer in preparation of the idea that Dave Karofsky might not make it out of whatever is ailing him alive. Kurt let go of the air in his lungs, and walked through the door.
The first thing that hit him was the sounds.
Or lacktherof really.
There was soft breathing, and a constant beeping, but it felt like so much less. The air was still, so there was no breeze.
The second thing Kurt noticed, was a girl.
She was seated next to Dave’s bed, her chair pushed close to the bed, and she was seemingly asleep, her head and hands resting on one of Dave’s. She looked frail, and pale, like a china doll. She had delicate features, but her eyes were sunken in, which she clearly tried to mask with makeup, but the tears washed that away. Kurt knew she was crying at some point, the tissues crumbled in her hands gave it away. She had long, wavy hair that covered her face while laying there. Kurt figured that this girl was probably his girlfriend, but he had never seen her around school so he was unsure. Did she know of him.. And the locker room?
Kurt didn’t have long to dwell on this, and study her more, as she shifted positions and her eyes fluttered open. Large golden-brown eyes were framed by her tear coated lashes. She sat back in her chair and smiled, “Hello.” she said. Kurt was unsure as to if her voice was just weak, or quiet. She stood up, stumbling slightly, and stuck out her hand. “Hi.” Kurt said, a quick smile dashing across his face, “I’m Kurt. I uh.. I went to school with Ka-.. Dave.” He gripped her hand, and shook quickly before letting go. “I’m Amelia. Dave’s my brother.” Her hands went to her pocket and she motioned for Kurt to sit down with her head as she returned to her spot.
Kurt shifted his bag on his shoulder but before he could reason with himself, he was sitting in the chair next to her. “I.. .I didn’t know that he had a sister.” Kurt said, knowing the air was thick with awkwardness.
Amelia just smiled and looked over to Dave. “A lot of people don’t. I… don’t go to school often. I’m sick a lot. Dave doesn’t really talk about me, I guess it’s not something that would come up when he’s talking to the foot ball team or answering questions in class.” She leaned back in her chair, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, going silent.
Kurt cleared his throat, “So.. How… I mean…. you don’t have t.. to tell me..” Kurt was awkward. No, awkward was an understatement. Here he was, in a hospital room, talking to his bully’s sister. This room could have been his own if things would have gone differently before.
She smiles, her eyes full of sadness. She sighed, “He.. After… He stopped going to football a week weeks ago, Shortly.. Well shortly after you left the school. And yes I know who you are, he told me. Dave tells me everything. But regardless.. Football was everything to him, football and hockey. But he left the team. We don’t know why. He would go to school, and come home and sit in his room. Ma and dad were worried.. But we had no idea what to say to him. But he always talked to me. He trusted me more than anyone in the world. Told me everything. Kurt. Everything” She emphasized, staring at him. Kurt’s eyes just grew wide, but she just smiled, “No fears here. I love my big brother, even if he’s a dolt. For instance, let’s call this incident ‘the occurrence in the hospital’ an incident you had with him would be… ‘the time that shall no be named in the locker room’. Naturally, said ‘The time I messed up’ but I like mine more.” Kurt was silent, he was unsure of what he wanted to say so he just let her go on. “Anyways. He said one day he had started to fall apart, which… I guess is the day the doctors told us I had, at maximum, 13 months to live…”
“I’m sor-”
“No, don’t worry about it. Everyone dies.” she smiled, “I’ve come to terms with it, and I plan on making whatever time I have left super-enjoyable.” She took his hand and squeezed, “Don’t worry about your bully’s kid sister, I’m a big girl. I just get to die before I learn to drive. I know it’s not fair, but my parents were told I’d be lucky to live to 7 and I basically doubled my lifespan already. Back on to Dave.” She let go and returned her hand to her pocket, “He said he stopped feeling a few weeks ago, shortly after you left school, he said it hurt too much but he didn’t say what. And then Friday after school… he took a bunch of my meds and slit his wrists, I found him though. When he hit the ground it was hard not to miss the thud he made.” she looked away but she had already answered Kurt’s question and he was didn‘t know if he wanted to know any more, “It was a suicide attempt, naturally. And he left letters. A really simple one to ma and dad, and a more in-depth one to me. And mind even had a second letter inside… one for you I think.” She pulled out the papers in her pocket, “See?” she handed him the envelope. “You don’t have to read it until you want to, but it’s now yours. My letter told me everything.” She smiled and looked at him, “Like how much he loved you and didn’t know what to do and just acted out like some 13 year old boy…” she looked down and let out a breath.
Kurt smiled and pocketed the letter, “Well. I’m sorry, but I have to go. But I just want to say one thing. Thank you.” Amelia looked up and met his gaze. “I’ll be back tomorrow? Maybe we should talk more? Maybe not here though… After school most definitely though.” Amelia smiled, “Oh you had me at ‘tomorrow’. I’ll be here.” She tore a paper and jotted a number down, “Text me? This is my number.” She smiled, and kurt thought it might have just been some nervous thing where she smiled a lot. But he took out his phone and texted her his number, “and that’s mine.” She nodded as her phone chirped. And Kurt waved, walking out of the room.
Kurt and Amelia both new that this might be the start of a friendship.