Glee drabbles - much angst
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tigriswolfTitle: Alas, how heedless were the eyes on whom the Summer shone
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dickinson
Warnings: AU at end of sophomore year; character death
Pairings: shades of pre- Puck/Finn here. Could just be two boys clinging to each other in grief, I'm not entirely sure.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 770
Point of view: third
Prompt:
By now Will Schuester is fairly used to walking into the choir room, auditorium or really anywhere in the school and finding one of his kids singing their heart out to an invisible audience. Most of the time he pulls them aside afterward to ask what's wrong, or gives them the applause they deserve. But this last week has been pretty intense, and he's exhausted, and even when he finds Kurt Hummel on his knees on the stage singing his heart out, Will can't help but think maybe he'll let this one time go until tomorrow. After all, he's tired and he has Spanish papers to grade, and maybe if he's lucky he can have a beer while he harvests his Farmville crops before bed.
He closes the door silently and walks away as Kurt's final note rings in his ear.
And back on that stage, on his knees while his slit wrists bleed, Kurt can't help but think that his last performance was certainly his best. It was just a pity no one had been there to see it.
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On Thursday morning, school is cancelled. Nobody is sure why—one of the more prevalent rumors says a dead animal was found in the auditorium, something big. Maybe a moose.
Mercedes tries to organize a girls’ day in for the glee girls, but no one can get ahold of Kurt.
.
Friday, school is still cancelled and Finn is incommunicado, too.
.
But early Saturday morning, before the sun is even up, Puck’s phone goes off, the annoying jingle he set as Finn’s ringtone.
“What the fuckin’ hell?” he mutters as he answers, barely awake.
“I know we haven’t really been friends lately,” Finn says, voice shaky. “But I need you, man. I really fuckin’ need you.”
“Finn, dude,” Puck says, wide awake now. “What’s wrong?”
“I… why would he do it?” Finn asks, sobs overtaking the words. “He was supposed to get out of this place. He was better than this, than us.”
“Finn!” Puck yells, lunging out of bed and pulling on the first jeans he sees, the first shirt.
“Kurt killed himself,” Finn says. “On Wednesday. In the auditorium.”
Puck drops the phone.
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Finn is in the den when Puck gets to the Hudson-Hummel house. Mr. Hummel is nowhere to be seen; Carole is baking. “Mom’s been making stuff since yesterday,” Finn tells Puck, voice bleak, tears on his face. “Burt hasn’t left me and—the basement.”
Puck drops down next to him and pulls Finn into his arms. “Who else knows?” he asks.
“The teachers,” Finn says. “The cops. You.”
“Oh, shit,” Puck mutters. “I don’t… I don’t get it. Why?”
Finn just cries. Puck just holds him. Carole bakes. Mr. Hummel doesn’t come up from the basement.
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Sunday dawns with rain. Puck sends his fellow gleemates a text because he can’t handle nine calls with the same words. He ignores his cell after the text is sent, kidnaps Finn’s, and leaves the Hudmel phone off the hook.
He still hasn’t seen Mr. Hummel. He, Finn, and Carole have brownies for breakfast, snickerdoodles for lunch. He bunked with Finn in the master bedroom, the first time since junior high, while Carole slept on the couch, waiting for Mr. Hummel to come up.
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Monday, Carole tells Mr. Hummel the arrangements she made. Puck and Finn skip school, go to a park on the edge of Lima, and flop down on the grass, looking up at the sky.
Principal Figgins announces at an assembly that Kurt Hummel killed himself Wednesday evening.
Mercedes calls Kurt, calls Finn, flees school in tears, the rest of the club on her heels.
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The funeral is on Wednesday. Only Finn, Puck, and Mercedes have been gone from school all three days, but the whole club, most of the Cheerios, and half of the sophomore year attend.
Mr. Hummel cries. Finn clings to his mom and Puck, ignoring everyone else. Coach Sylvester reads the eulogy; by the end, tears pour down her face.
No one can find a note.
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On Wednesday evening, as he was leaving school, tired and annoyed and with a headache pounding away, Will Schuster heard Kurt singing in the auditorium. He listened as Kurt finished “Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina”; he looked in the door and saw Kurt kneeling on the floor, arms slack and head down as the final line echoed around him.
Will thought about going up to the stage, talking to Kurt, asking if anything was wrong. But his head hurt, and Kurt was so difficult at the best of times. And Kurt was tough. He’d be fine.
So Will went home.
On Thursday morning, he collapsed when he heard the news.
(He’ll wonder till the day he dies if he could’ve saved Kurt Hummel that night.)
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Kurt slashed his right arm first, with the sharpest knife from his kitchen, elbow to wrist. He sang half the song, then slashed the other, and finished his final performance.
For the last verse, he let himself drop to his knees.
He knew it was the best performance of his life, and he imagined a full house and cheering that raised the roof, and then he closed his eyes.
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On Thursday morning, a janitor called 911. The police called Burt Hummel, and he was with Carole Hudson when he answered.
Kurt’s phone had ninety-seven missed calls when Finn checked it a week later. He listened to the thirty-nine voicemails, read the one hundred and seventeen texts, and kept crying.
Puck was with him all the way. He didn’t talk to anyone else.
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Will Schuster quit McKinley on the Friday after the funeral. He never told a soul why.
Title: I thought I was wounded to the core but I was only bruised
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: attempted suicide
Pairings: Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: The first time Puck said "I love you" was in his suicide note.
He's been sitting beside the bed for six hours now. Dad's outside talking to Mrs. Puckerman, Carole and Finn took Sarah to the cafeteria, and Kurt knows that Noah will be fine. Physically, anyway. He'll wake up sore, and his arms will scar. Badly. But he'll be alive.
Kurt's fingers clench on the paper, stained with two people's tears. Noah's alive, but he almost wasn't. He almost succeeded.
Kurt's reread the letter a dozen times since he sat down. Last night, he read it in the waiting room. He read it while Dad drove him to the hospital, after he found Noah.
He found Noah. He'll never forget it.
Five sentences. Addressed to Kurt; there was another for Mrs. Puckerman, another for Sarah, one for Beth. Kurt doesn't know what those say. Doesn’t want to know.
The letter Noah wrote for Kurt is short, simple, and sweet:
You deserve better. I’m so sorry for all the stupid shit I’ve done. This isn’t your fault, dude; I’ve been feeling like crap, and angry, and sad, for so long now… I promise, this isn’t your fault, babe. You’re the second best thing I’ve ever done.
I love you.
The first time Noah says it, it’s the last thing Kurt was meant to see. Once Noah’s feeling up to it, Kurt’s going to slap him silly.
But for now, Kurt’s sitting beside the bed, holding Noah’s hand, rereading the words.
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Date: 2011-07-07 12:58 am (UTC)the first fic struck me the worst though...
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-07 04:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-07-07 04:16 pm (UTC)Beautiful angst
Date: 2011-07-07 04:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-07 04:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-07 10:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-08 01:49 pm (UTC)Re: Beautiful angst
Date: 2011-07-08 01:50 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-07-08 01:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-07-08 07:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-10 12:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-10 03:48 pm (UTC)I'm glad Puck didn't die in the second one because I don't think I can handle two deaths.
These were both really powerful and brilliantly done.
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Date: 2011-07-11 01:11 am (UTC)