Of Fathers and Sons: Part 3 (Glee/Supernatural Crossover)
Title: Of Fathers and Sons
Author: Koinaka
Rating: PG13
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Kurt, Burt, The Winchesters, Bobby, pretty much the entire Supernatural gang, one-sided Lucifer/Kurt.
Genre: Supernatural!Crossover, AU
Spoilers: up to the end of Season 1 for Glee, up to 4.22 on Supernatural
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and Eric Kripke respectively.
Summary: Kurt always knew that his dad was keeping a secret from him. When his dad goes missing, he'll discover just how big that secret was.
Warning(s): AU/crossover
Word Count: Around 2500 words for this part.
Written for This prompt at the One-Sentence Meme
Previous Parts: 1 | 2
Sorry for the delay! I was caught up in my other fics, and then I was stuck. Not sure if I like the direction I'm taking this in yet or not. Any feedback would be lovely.
Of Fathers and Sons
By Koinaka
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own
-Decode, Paramore
THEN
Kurt shook his head, but then, after realizing that his dad couldn't see him, he opened his mouth and told him everything that had happened. He was nearly finished telling him when something banged on the door that he was leaning against. He shrieked and scurried across the room until he was underneath some kind of table. He pulled his legs against him and hugged them as tight as he could.
"-Kurt, can you hear me? Answer me, damn it!"
"Yeah."
"Okay, good. I'm on my way back right now, but it'll take me a little while to get there. I'm going to call a friend of mine over to come help you. He'll look after you until I can get there. Just, whatever you do, stay where you are until he gets there. His name is Bobby." There was a long pause. "I love you, Kurt. I promise, when this is over, that everything'll be different."
NOW
Chapter Three
Kurt stayed underneath the table with his eyes squeezed shut, and his hands over his ears until everything went quiet on the other side of the door. It was quiet for a long time, and then he heard someone call his name.
"Kurt, open the door. Your daddy sent me over to see about you."
There was something familiar about that voice, but he couldn't hear it very well, muffled through the door as it was, so he didn't think much about it. Besides, his dad had said that he was sending someone over, hadn't he? So this was probably that Bobby guy. Still, he approached the door carefully, eyeing it skeptically.
"Bobby? Is that you?" he asked.
There was a second of hesitation before the person replied. "You betcha, kiddo. Now, open the door."
Kurt sagged with relief before his eyes welled up with tears. "I don't know how!" he wailed. "I tried to earlier, but I couldn't. I-I think it's stuck."
He was tugging uselessly at the handle when he saw a button that he hadn't noticed before. He pressed it and the handle spun around twice before the lock clicked. Without even thinking, he opened the door-only to find no one standing there. He leaned over the threshold just a little to check one side first and then the other.
Nothing.
No one was there.
"Hello Kurt."
He jerked his head towards the sound of the voice speaking. In his haste, he stumbled out of the strange room. He blinked as he entered the brightness of his parents' room, and then his eyes widened in horror as he saw the yellow-eyed man leaning against the wall.
"Remember me?" the man asked, his mouth spreading into a wide smile.
"You're not Bobby," Kurt said, his tone accusatory. He might not know what Bobby looked like, but his mom had been really scared when he mentioned the yellow-eyed man, so he didn't think his dad would send him over to check on him. He stumbled backward in an attempt at escaping only to run into a hard body.
Before he was able to do anything further, the person behind him gripped him tight. He struggled and thrashed in their arms to no avail. The yellow-eyed man studied him avidly.
"You are the spitting image of your mother, you know. You don't exactly fit the formula, kiddo, but what can I say? I always was a sucker for those Campbell girls."
"Let me go!" Kurt shrieked as the man drew closer to him.
But the yellow-eyed man only cocked his head to the side and smiled. "No need to be so rude. You and I are going to be good friends. In fact, I'm even going to give you a gift." He paused. "It might hurt just a bit, but hey, no pain no gain, right?"
Kurt shook his head, tears rolling down his face. "No, no, no, no," he chanted. His leg shot out and connected with the man's knee when he got within arm's length of him.
"That's unfriendly," the man said, his expression wounded. "I was hoping to do this the easy way, but if you insist…"
Suddenly the arms holding him disappeared, but before Kurt was able to run away-or anything else-he found himself pressed against the wall unable to move.
"Let's get started then."
And Kurt screamed and screamed and screamed.
SIX YEARS LATER
There was an empty space in Kurt's head where there should be memories. That, he knew, without a doubt. What those memories were was a different matter. He thought that, maybe, it had something to do with his mother's death, but he couldn't be sure.
He had tried asking his father, over and over again, but every time he did, his dad would say the same thing: "She had cancer, Kurt. You know that."
And Kurt did know that. Well, he knew that was what his dad had told him, but he didn't remember anything about it-didn't remember treatments or doctor's visits, or even a funeral. He didn't remember much of his childhood at all. There were bits and pieces-mere flashes-that he could sometimes remember, but mostly it was just nothing.
Sometimes he thought that maybe he could actually remember something if they didn't move around so much because maybe then he would have a point of reference, the ability to say that this place was different than the last place, or maybe just the ability to see something familiar that might bring on other memories. He never had an opportunity to test out that theory because they moved every six months without fail, each city just a little bit worse than the one before but all of them tiny little towns spread out from the west coast to the east.
That wasn't the only unexplainable thing in Kurt's life. There was also a scar on his inner thigh that he didn't remember receiving, a scar that looked remarkably like a brand of some sort. It was a symbol, that much he knew, but he couldn't remember how he had gotten it, and once again, his dad refused to talk about it.
Then there were the nightmares.
For as long as he could remember he'd had the most horrific nightmares. He didn't always remember them-in fact, most of the time he would wake up in the morning with just a lingering sense of dread and a pair of yellow eyes burning bright in the dark-the ones he did remember though were of a massacre in a convent, and a voice coming out of a nun that did not belong to her. Whenever he had the nightmare about the convent-about the voice-his scar would burn white hot.
He never told his dad about the nightmares or the scar burning. If he could keep secrets, well, then so could Kurt.
They settled into Lima, Ohio the summer before he started high school. His dad bought a house and a business, and for once everything was looking up for Kurt because his dad, who had always shied away from any kind of purchase that left a paper trail, had purchased two such items in a week.
Freshman year went by in a blur of classes and hours spent with his dad at Hummel Tire and Lube. He didn't have many friends, but he was happy. Mostly. There was a part of him that still expected them to move after six months like always, but when the sixth month mark came and went with no sign of moving, Kurt finally allowed himself to relax.
His sophomore year started off better than his freshman year. He made friends and joined the Glee club. He watched with amusement as his new friends fell prey to relationship drama never wondering why he hadn't had so much as a crush on another boy. The Glee Club performed-and won!-at Sections despite Mr. Schuester being disqualified and the whole Babygate fiasco. He joined the Cheerios with Mercedes and was finally able to get the recognition he deserved. Kurt was actually happy. For once in his entire life, he was completely content.
Then things began to go downhill.
His dad started to act strange. He would call Kurt multiple times to check on him when he was out with friends, and even though Kurt and the Cheerios had worked really hard on their routine-during which Kurt was to have a 14 minute solo-his dad refused to let him go. Stranger still was the fact that he only objected after hearing that the event would be televised.
"Why does that matter" had been Kurt's question because really? It was completely ridiculous. So it was going to be televised? It didn't seem like such a huge deal to him.
His dad had looked like a deer caught in the headlights at that which only meant one thing: his reluctance had something to do with whatever it was that he was hiding. Still, try as he might, Kurt hadn't been able to convince his dad to let him go which made him extremely unpopular at school-even more so after the Cheerios lost Nationals and Coach Sylvester blamed the loss entirely on Kurt's absence.
As the end of the school year approached, Kurt noticed other strange things. Like the steady stream of phone calls his dad received on a cell phone that was not his own-not his normal cell at any rate. Like the fact that sometimes he thought he could feel eyes on him when no one was around. Like the fact that his scar ached almost constantly now for no reason at all.
May 13th had started off the same as any other day. Kurt took breakfast to his dad at the shop before heading to school himself. He spent the rest of the day fighting to stay awake. The night before he had been plagued by a series of nightmares that had terrified him at the time although now, hours after waking, their contents eluded him. When school was finally over, he begged off the shopping trip he was supposed to take with Tina and Mercedes and went home to find a man he'd never seen before sitting in the living room talking to his dad.
The two men stopped talking abruptly the moment he walked through the door.
"I thought you were going to the mall," his dad said.
Kurt shook his head. "I wasn't feeling very well, so I thought I would come home. Maybe take a nap before dinner."
His eyes flitted between his dad and the man until his dad finally cleared his throat and introduced him. "Kurt, this is one of my business partners, Bobby Singer. Bobby, this is Kurt."
Kurt shook Bobby's hand briefly, studying the man as he did. Bobby was staring at him in a way that made him very uncomfortable; as if he was afraid Kurt would blink out of existence right in front of him.
"Silent partner," Bobby added when Kurt gave his dad a dubious look. Kurt knew his dad's business like the back of his hand, and this was the first he'd heard of a business partner.
"Prospective," his dad corrected. "I'm thinking of expanding the shop. You know, adding another location."
"Well," Kurt said slowly. "That's not a bad idea. I'll just go downstairs and leave you two to it."
When Kurt came back upstairs, the man was gone and his dad was cooking dinner. That, in and of itself, was worrying because his dad really didn't know how to cook. In fact, sometimes Kurt wondered how they had even survived the years before he learned how to cook himself.
"I, uh, thought we could have some of that vegetarian lasagna you like so much."
"Sounds good. I think we have the stuff for a salad, too," Kurt said arching an eyebrow and studying his dad for a moment.
Kurt wasn't lying because it did sound good… but it also set off warning bells in his head. He could count on one hand the number of times his dad had cooked in the last year, and all of those meals were definitely not the sort of cuisine that Kurt preferred as they mostly involved red meat that could be cooked on the grill. Suffice it to say that his dad voluntarily making anything even remotely similar to vegetarian lasagna was suspect.
The two men set about preparing dinner in a comfortable silence, but Kurt knew that it was only a matter of time before his dad brought up whatever it was that was on his mind.
Just as Kurt suspected, his dad brought it up as they were sitting down to eat.
"I have to go away for a few days," he said in between chewing a mouthful of lasagna and scooping up the sauce with a piece of garlic bread. "With Bobby. To see about the new location."
"Hmm," Kurt replied, tilting his head to the side and looking at his dad's blank face. "And you don't mind me staying here alone?"
His dad's expression turned uncomfortable. "I don't want you to stay here alone, no, but I don't have any other choice, now, do I?"
Kurt shrugged. "I guess not. How long do you think you should be gone?"
"A few days, maybe. We'll leave in the morning." He paused. "I want you to come straight home from school. No going out with Mercedes or Tina. Just school and back."
A frown tugged at the corner of his lips. "What about Glee?"
His dad let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. Glee then straight back home. No funny business. I'll have Mike check in on you every once in a while, and if you have any trouble, I want you to give him a call."
Mike was the assistant manager at the shop. He was a loud, boisterous man who reminded Kurt of Paul Bunyan. He was more than a little rough around the edges, but Kurt liked him, especially since the man had taken his advice on how to effectively clean the grease stains off of his hands and coveralls.
"Why would I have any trouble, Dad?" he asked.
Lima wasn't exactly a sleepy city, but everyone pretty much kept to themselves. Plus, it wasn't like he had any enemies, was it? One thing his dad had drilled in him over and over again through the years was to blend in. He didn't do a perfect job of it-his fashion sense wouldn't allow that-but he managed to skirt through school without much torment other than some ridicule from the jocks about the Glee Club. Every once in a while he would hear someone mutter a derogatory name as he passed through the hallways, but no one ever said anything like that to his face
He pressed his lips together into a thin line but made no response.
"It'll be fine," Kurt told him as he began clearing the table. "Really."
His dad didn't look convinced, but Kurt just shrugged it off. It was Lima, for crying out loud. What could possibly happen in Lima?
Author: Koinaka
Rating: PG13
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Kurt, Burt, The Winchesters, Bobby, pretty much the entire Supernatural gang, one-sided Lucifer/Kurt.
Genre: Supernatural!Crossover, AU
Spoilers: up to the end of Season 1 for Glee, up to 4.22 on Supernatural
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and Eric Kripke respectively.
Summary: Kurt always knew that his dad was keeping a secret from him. When his dad goes missing, he'll discover just how big that secret was.
Warning(s): AU/crossover
Word Count: Around 2500 words for this part.
Written for This prompt at the One-Sentence Meme
Previous Parts: 1 | 2
Sorry for the delay! I was caught up in my other fics, and then I was stuck. Not sure if I like the direction I'm taking this in yet or not. Any feedback would be lovely.
Of Fathers and Sons
By Koinaka
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own
-Decode, Paramore
THEN
Kurt shook his head, but then, after realizing that his dad couldn't see him, he opened his mouth and told him everything that had happened. He was nearly finished telling him when something banged on the door that he was leaning against. He shrieked and scurried across the room until he was underneath some kind of table. He pulled his legs against him and hugged them as tight as he could.
"-Kurt, can you hear me? Answer me, damn it!"
"Yeah."
"Okay, good. I'm on my way back right now, but it'll take me a little while to get there. I'm going to call a friend of mine over to come help you. He'll look after you until I can get there. Just, whatever you do, stay where you are until he gets there. His name is Bobby." There was a long pause. "I love you, Kurt. I promise, when this is over, that everything'll be different."
NOW
Chapter Three
Kurt stayed underneath the table with his eyes squeezed shut, and his hands over his ears until everything went quiet on the other side of the door. It was quiet for a long time, and then he heard someone call his name.
"Kurt, open the door. Your daddy sent me over to see about you."
There was something familiar about that voice, but he couldn't hear it very well, muffled through the door as it was, so he didn't think much about it. Besides, his dad had said that he was sending someone over, hadn't he? So this was probably that Bobby guy. Still, he approached the door carefully, eyeing it skeptically.
"Bobby? Is that you?" he asked.
There was a second of hesitation before the person replied. "You betcha, kiddo. Now, open the door."
Kurt sagged with relief before his eyes welled up with tears. "I don't know how!" he wailed. "I tried to earlier, but I couldn't. I-I think it's stuck."
He was tugging uselessly at the handle when he saw a button that he hadn't noticed before. He pressed it and the handle spun around twice before the lock clicked. Without even thinking, he opened the door-only to find no one standing there. He leaned over the threshold just a little to check one side first and then the other.
Nothing.
No one was there.
"Hello Kurt."
He jerked his head towards the sound of the voice speaking. In his haste, he stumbled out of the strange room. He blinked as he entered the brightness of his parents' room, and then his eyes widened in horror as he saw the yellow-eyed man leaning against the wall.
"Remember me?" the man asked, his mouth spreading into a wide smile.
"You're not Bobby," Kurt said, his tone accusatory. He might not know what Bobby looked like, but his mom had been really scared when he mentioned the yellow-eyed man, so he didn't think his dad would send him over to check on him. He stumbled backward in an attempt at escaping only to run into a hard body.
Before he was able to do anything further, the person behind him gripped him tight. He struggled and thrashed in their arms to no avail. The yellow-eyed man studied him avidly.
"You are the spitting image of your mother, you know. You don't exactly fit the formula, kiddo, but what can I say? I always was a sucker for those Campbell girls."
"Let me go!" Kurt shrieked as the man drew closer to him.
But the yellow-eyed man only cocked his head to the side and smiled. "No need to be so rude. You and I are going to be good friends. In fact, I'm even going to give you a gift." He paused. "It might hurt just a bit, but hey, no pain no gain, right?"
Kurt shook his head, tears rolling down his face. "No, no, no, no," he chanted. His leg shot out and connected with the man's knee when he got within arm's length of him.
"That's unfriendly," the man said, his expression wounded. "I was hoping to do this the easy way, but if you insist…"
Suddenly the arms holding him disappeared, but before Kurt was able to run away-or anything else-he found himself pressed against the wall unable to move.
"Let's get started then."
And Kurt screamed and screamed and screamed.
SIX YEARS LATER
There was an empty space in Kurt's head where there should be memories. That, he knew, without a doubt. What those memories were was a different matter. He thought that, maybe, it had something to do with his mother's death, but he couldn't be sure.
He had tried asking his father, over and over again, but every time he did, his dad would say the same thing: "She had cancer, Kurt. You know that."
And Kurt did know that. Well, he knew that was what his dad had told him, but he didn't remember anything about it-didn't remember treatments or doctor's visits, or even a funeral. He didn't remember much of his childhood at all. There were bits and pieces-mere flashes-that he could sometimes remember, but mostly it was just nothing.
Sometimes he thought that maybe he could actually remember something if they didn't move around so much because maybe then he would have a point of reference, the ability to say that this place was different than the last place, or maybe just the ability to see something familiar that might bring on other memories. He never had an opportunity to test out that theory because they moved every six months without fail, each city just a little bit worse than the one before but all of them tiny little towns spread out from the west coast to the east.
That wasn't the only unexplainable thing in Kurt's life. There was also a scar on his inner thigh that he didn't remember receiving, a scar that looked remarkably like a brand of some sort. It was a symbol, that much he knew, but he couldn't remember how he had gotten it, and once again, his dad refused to talk about it.
Then there were the nightmares.
For as long as he could remember he'd had the most horrific nightmares. He didn't always remember them-in fact, most of the time he would wake up in the morning with just a lingering sense of dread and a pair of yellow eyes burning bright in the dark-the ones he did remember though were of a massacre in a convent, and a voice coming out of a nun that did not belong to her. Whenever he had the nightmare about the convent-about the voice-his scar would burn white hot.
He never told his dad about the nightmares or the scar burning. If he could keep secrets, well, then so could Kurt.
They settled into Lima, Ohio the summer before he started high school. His dad bought a house and a business, and for once everything was looking up for Kurt because his dad, who had always shied away from any kind of purchase that left a paper trail, had purchased two such items in a week.
Freshman year went by in a blur of classes and hours spent with his dad at Hummel Tire and Lube. He didn't have many friends, but he was happy. Mostly. There was a part of him that still expected them to move after six months like always, but when the sixth month mark came and went with no sign of moving, Kurt finally allowed himself to relax.
His sophomore year started off better than his freshman year. He made friends and joined the Glee club. He watched with amusement as his new friends fell prey to relationship drama never wondering why he hadn't had so much as a crush on another boy. The Glee Club performed-and won!-at Sections despite Mr. Schuester being disqualified and the whole Babygate fiasco. He joined the Cheerios with Mercedes and was finally able to get the recognition he deserved. Kurt was actually happy. For once in his entire life, he was completely content.
Then things began to go downhill.
His dad started to act strange. He would call Kurt multiple times to check on him when he was out with friends, and even though Kurt and the Cheerios had worked really hard on their routine-during which Kurt was to have a 14 minute solo-his dad refused to let him go. Stranger still was the fact that he only objected after hearing that the event would be televised.
"Why does that matter" had been Kurt's question because really? It was completely ridiculous. So it was going to be televised? It didn't seem like such a huge deal to him.
His dad had looked like a deer caught in the headlights at that which only meant one thing: his reluctance had something to do with whatever it was that he was hiding. Still, try as he might, Kurt hadn't been able to convince his dad to let him go which made him extremely unpopular at school-even more so after the Cheerios lost Nationals and Coach Sylvester blamed the loss entirely on Kurt's absence.
As the end of the school year approached, Kurt noticed other strange things. Like the steady stream of phone calls his dad received on a cell phone that was not his own-not his normal cell at any rate. Like the fact that sometimes he thought he could feel eyes on him when no one was around. Like the fact that his scar ached almost constantly now for no reason at all.
May 13th had started off the same as any other day. Kurt took breakfast to his dad at the shop before heading to school himself. He spent the rest of the day fighting to stay awake. The night before he had been plagued by a series of nightmares that had terrified him at the time although now, hours after waking, their contents eluded him. When school was finally over, he begged off the shopping trip he was supposed to take with Tina and Mercedes and went home to find a man he'd never seen before sitting in the living room talking to his dad.
The two men stopped talking abruptly the moment he walked through the door.
"I thought you were going to the mall," his dad said.
Kurt shook his head. "I wasn't feeling very well, so I thought I would come home. Maybe take a nap before dinner."
His eyes flitted between his dad and the man until his dad finally cleared his throat and introduced him. "Kurt, this is one of my business partners, Bobby Singer. Bobby, this is Kurt."
Kurt shook Bobby's hand briefly, studying the man as he did. Bobby was staring at him in a way that made him very uncomfortable; as if he was afraid Kurt would blink out of existence right in front of him.
"Silent partner," Bobby added when Kurt gave his dad a dubious look. Kurt knew his dad's business like the back of his hand, and this was the first he'd heard of a business partner.
"Prospective," his dad corrected. "I'm thinking of expanding the shop. You know, adding another location."
"Well," Kurt said slowly. "That's not a bad idea. I'll just go downstairs and leave you two to it."
When Kurt came back upstairs, the man was gone and his dad was cooking dinner. That, in and of itself, was worrying because his dad really didn't know how to cook. In fact, sometimes Kurt wondered how they had even survived the years before he learned how to cook himself.
"I, uh, thought we could have some of that vegetarian lasagna you like so much."
"Sounds good. I think we have the stuff for a salad, too," Kurt said arching an eyebrow and studying his dad for a moment.
Kurt wasn't lying because it did sound good… but it also set off warning bells in his head. He could count on one hand the number of times his dad had cooked in the last year, and all of those meals were definitely not the sort of cuisine that Kurt preferred as they mostly involved red meat that could be cooked on the grill. Suffice it to say that his dad voluntarily making anything even remotely similar to vegetarian lasagna was suspect.
The two men set about preparing dinner in a comfortable silence, but Kurt knew that it was only a matter of time before his dad brought up whatever it was that was on his mind.
Just as Kurt suspected, his dad brought it up as they were sitting down to eat.
"I have to go away for a few days," he said in between chewing a mouthful of lasagna and scooping up the sauce with a piece of garlic bread. "With Bobby. To see about the new location."
"Hmm," Kurt replied, tilting his head to the side and looking at his dad's blank face. "And you don't mind me staying here alone?"
His dad's expression turned uncomfortable. "I don't want you to stay here alone, no, but I don't have any other choice, now, do I?"
Kurt shrugged. "I guess not. How long do you think you should be gone?"
"A few days, maybe. We'll leave in the morning." He paused. "I want you to come straight home from school. No going out with Mercedes or Tina. Just school and back."
A frown tugged at the corner of his lips. "What about Glee?"
His dad let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. Glee then straight back home. No funny business. I'll have Mike check in on you every once in a while, and if you have any trouble, I want you to give him a call."
Mike was the assistant manager at the shop. He was a loud, boisterous man who reminded Kurt of Paul Bunyan. He was more than a little rough around the edges, but Kurt liked him, especially since the man had taken his advice on how to effectively clean the grease stains off of his hands and coveralls.
"Why would I have any trouble, Dad?" he asked.
Lima wasn't exactly a sleepy city, but everyone pretty much kept to themselves. Plus, it wasn't like he had any enemies, was it? One thing his dad had drilled in him over and over again through the years was to blend in. He didn't do a perfect job of it-his fashion sense wouldn't allow that-but he managed to skirt through school without much torment other than some ridicule from the jocks about the Glee Club. Every once in a while he would hear someone mutter a derogatory name as he passed through the hallways, but no one ever said anything like that to his face
He pressed his lips together into a thin line but made no response.
"It'll be fine," Kurt told him as he began clearing the table. "Really."
His dad didn't look convinced, but Kurt just shrugged it off. It was Lima, for crying out loud. What could possibly happen in Lima?