Fic - Stay Where You Are 7/?
Title: Stay Where You Are - Chapter Seven
Author: Mistermoons
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Kurt/David, The whole Hudson-Hummel gang.
Rating: R right now.
Warnings None in this chapter. Eventual dubcon, somophilia, possession, supernatural whatnot. There will be a lot more to come, I think.
Words: 984
Summary: Based off this prompt in the anonymous kink meme.
Kurt is uneasy in his family’s new home. It’s drafty, the doors don’t stay closed, and there are unexplained noises and shadows. Kurt keeps feeling as though someone is watching him and keeps seeing something in his peripheral. And then there are his dreams.
Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three// Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six
A/N: I’m not gonna lie, this chapter is kind of filler. But….just wait. ^__^
Kurt wakes up with a groan, hands immediately flying up to cover his face. The sun is falling through the window, right across his face up. He sits up, rubbing his eyes. He looks down at the carpet, groaning again when he sees the drying vomit. “Great,” He mutters to himself as he rises to his feet. He looks out the window, frowning. “What time is it?” He stretches, back aching from the hours on the floor.
He finds his phone on his desk and slides it open. It’s almost one in the afternoon on Saturday. There are also two missed calls from his dad. Sighing, Kurt shuts his phone and sets it back down. He’s not really ready to return those calls yet.
He’s alone - completely alone for the first time in weeks. It’s making him feel strangely twitchy. At some point he had grown accustom to being watched. Without the feeling of someone ever present beside him he’s feeling terribly lonely. He tries to ignore the nagging feeling in his gut by focusing on anything else.
Kurt turns away from his desk and heads toward the door. His mind feels strangely empty right now, as though he can’t hold onto any one thought for very long. He switches to autopilot, going through the motions but not really paying attention to what he’s doing. He cleans the mess in his room with his disjointed thoughts a million miles away.
He puts off calling his dad back for as long as he can but he knows he can’t wait forever. Sooner is better than later, anyway. Usually, he would have called back right away. Well, usually he wouldn’t have missed the calls in the first place. He just feels so helplessly tired right now, so incapable of being coherent and carrying on a conversation. All he wants to do is curl up under his covers and hide away.
He’s been on edge all day and he can’t calm down. He hates this weird, empty gnawing feeling in his gut. It’s the loneliness, he’s aware of that. The house feels hallow without the phantom presence following him from room to room.
Kurt grabs his phone and flops down on his bed.
“Hey, kid!” His dad greets on the other end of the phone. “I was wondering what happened to you.”
Kurt smiles to himself, surprised by how good it is to hear his dad’s voice. “Yeah, sorry about that. My phone died last night and I didn’t even notice,” he lies easily, laughing it off.
“Well that doesn’t sound like you at all,” Burt comments lightly.
Kurt forces a laugh at his dads little joke and asks how the trip is going so far. He manages his way through a twenty minute conversation, asking about the trip and doing his best to be interested in the answers. But it takes a lot out of him. The simple act of talking on the phone leaves him exhausted. When they say their goodbyes and hang up, Kurt doesn’t get off his bed. He hangs his arm off the edge of the bed and drops his phone to the floor.
He stares up at the ceiling, finally allowing himself to replay the images he saw last night. But he’s scared to think too deeply about them, especially alone in this way.
Kurt sighs and forces himself to sit up. “Hello?” He speaks quietly at first, timidly. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “Hello,” he repeats, much louder this time. “Look, are you still here somewhere? Because I’m a little confused and scared and I have no idea what to do with myself.” Kurt sighs, feeling a little pathetic. “It would really help me if you like, came back out or whatever.” He perks on the edge of the bed, listening carefully for some change in the silent house. He hears nothing.
Letting out another sigh, Kurt flops back down onto the bed and shuts his eyes. He’s almost starting to think the whole thing was some stupid dream.
A few moments later, Kurt hears a soft thumb in the closet. He stays still, facing the opposite direction as he listens to the door creak open. He feels a flood of warmth and comfort. For the first time all day, he feels calm. The mattress dips down, springs creaking softly. Kurt shivers as a light touch brushes across his cheek.
“Um, hi,” Kurt whispers, ending in a breathlessly laugh. His eyes flutter open then closed again. In his mind, a fuzzy image begins to come into focus. He can see David lying behind him, arm draped around his middle. The sensation of being touched seems more real with the image accompanying it. Kurt relaxes against the feeling of David’s chest behind him. David’s emotions flow into Kurt, the feeling much more natural now. He can feel all of David’s love, lust and longing - how badly he wishes they could touch for real.
“I’m so confused,” Kurt confesses softly. “I had this prefect, unflappable worldview that definitely didn’t include ghosts or past lives or any of this weird stuff. But it’s a little hard to deny all that stuff when you’re here rattling around in my head. And I’m scared too.”
There is a rush of sadness and then the presence is pulling back. David is moving away.
“No!” Kurt rolls around, hands reaching out. “Don’t go away again. I really, really didn’t like that. Everything felt all weird and empty an-“ Kurt cuts off as he’s pushed down on his back, the phantom warmth of David’s body covering his in needy hug. “Thank you, thank you,” Kurt says breathlessly, covering his face with his hands. “As long as you’re near I feel fine but when you disappeared like that I just felt crazy,” Kurt laughs into his hands. Saying that doesn’t really make him feel any less crazy.
TBC
Author: Mistermoons
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Kurt/David, The whole Hudson-Hummel gang.
Rating: R right now.
Warnings None in this chapter. Eventual dubcon, somophilia, possession, supernatural whatnot. There will be a lot more to come, I think.
Words: 984
Summary: Based off this prompt in the anonymous kink meme.
Kurt is uneasy in his family’s new home. It’s drafty, the doors don’t stay closed, and there are unexplained noises and shadows. Kurt keeps feeling as though someone is watching him and keeps seeing something in his peripheral. And then there are his dreams.
Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three// Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six
A/N: I’m not gonna lie, this chapter is kind of filler. But….just wait. ^__^
Kurt wakes up with a groan, hands immediately flying up to cover his face. The sun is falling through the window, right across his face up. He sits up, rubbing his eyes. He looks down at the carpet, groaning again when he sees the drying vomit. “Great,” He mutters to himself as he rises to his feet. He looks out the window, frowning. “What time is it?” He stretches, back aching from the hours on the floor.
He finds his phone on his desk and slides it open. It’s almost one in the afternoon on Saturday. There are also two missed calls from his dad. Sighing, Kurt shuts his phone and sets it back down. He’s not really ready to return those calls yet.
He’s alone - completely alone for the first time in weeks. It’s making him feel strangely twitchy. At some point he had grown accustom to being watched. Without the feeling of someone ever present beside him he’s feeling terribly lonely. He tries to ignore the nagging feeling in his gut by focusing on anything else.
Kurt turns away from his desk and heads toward the door. His mind feels strangely empty right now, as though he can’t hold onto any one thought for very long. He switches to autopilot, going through the motions but not really paying attention to what he’s doing. He cleans the mess in his room with his disjointed thoughts a million miles away.
He puts off calling his dad back for as long as he can but he knows he can’t wait forever. Sooner is better than later, anyway. Usually, he would have called back right away. Well, usually he wouldn’t have missed the calls in the first place. He just feels so helplessly tired right now, so incapable of being coherent and carrying on a conversation. All he wants to do is curl up under his covers and hide away.
He’s been on edge all day and he can’t calm down. He hates this weird, empty gnawing feeling in his gut. It’s the loneliness, he’s aware of that. The house feels hallow without the phantom presence following him from room to room.
Kurt grabs his phone and flops down on his bed.
“Hey, kid!” His dad greets on the other end of the phone. “I was wondering what happened to you.”
Kurt smiles to himself, surprised by how good it is to hear his dad’s voice. “Yeah, sorry about that. My phone died last night and I didn’t even notice,” he lies easily, laughing it off.
“Well that doesn’t sound like you at all,” Burt comments lightly.
Kurt forces a laugh at his dads little joke and asks how the trip is going so far. He manages his way through a twenty minute conversation, asking about the trip and doing his best to be interested in the answers. But it takes a lot out of him. The simple act of talking on the phone leaves him exhausted. When they say their goodbyes and hang up, Kurt doesn’t get off his bed. He hangs his arm off the edge of the bed and drops his phone to the floor.
He stares up at the ceiling, finally allowing himself to replay the images he saw last night. But he’s scared to think too deeply about them, especially alone in this way.
Kurt sighs and forces himself to sit up. “Hello?” He speaks quietly at first, timidly. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “Hello,” he repeats, much louder this time. “Look, are you still here somewhere? Because I’m a little confused and scared and I have no idea what to do with myself.” Kurt sighs, feeling a little pathetic. “It would really help me if you like, came back out or whatever.” He perks on the edge of the bed, listening carefully for some change in the silent house. He hears nothing.
Letting out another sigh, Kurt flops back down onto the bed and shuts his eyes. He’s almost starting to think the whole thing was some stupid dream.
A few moments later, Kurt hears a soft thumb in the closet. He stays still, facing the opposite direction as he listens to the door creak open. He feels a flood of warmth and comfort. For the first time all day, he feels calm. The mattress dips down, springs creaking softly. Kurt shivers as a light touch brushes across his cheek.
“Um, hi,” Kurt whispers, ending in a breathlessly laugh. His eyes flutter open then closed again. In his mind, a fuzzy image begins to come into focus. He can see David lying behind him, arm draped around his middle. The sensation of being touched seems more real with the image accompanying it. Kurt relaxes against the feeling of David’s chest behind him. David’s emotions flow into Kurt, the feeling much more natural now. He can feel all of David’s love, lust and longing - how badly he wishes they could touch for real.
“I’m so confused,” Kurt confesses softly. “I had this prefect, unflappable worldview that definitely didn’t include ghosts or past lives or any of this weird stuff. But it’s a little hard to deny all that stuff when you’re here rattling around in my head. And I’m scared too.”
There is a rush of sadness and then the presence is pulling back. David is moving away.
“No!” Kurt rolls around, hands reaching out. “Don’t go away again. I really, really didn’t like that. Everything felt all weird and empty an-“ Kurt cuts off as he’s pushed down on his back, the phantom warmth of David’s body covering his in needy hug. “Thank you, thank you,” Kurt says breathlessly, covering his face with his hands. “As long as you’re near I feel fine but when you disappeared like that I just felt crazy,” Kurt laughs into his hands. Saying that doesn’t really make him feel any less crazy.
TBC