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etrelibre2012-08-26 12:44 am
justbeingaqueen) wrote in etrelibre2012-08-26 12:44 am
[SOLO SCENE] "Oh my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch, a long lonely time."
Who: Just Kurt
What: And time can do so much. Are you still mine?
Where: Kurt and Quinn's bungalow
When: Two weeks after his anniversary
The Glee bunch that had all ended up here on the island had a standing Karaoke date at the Karaoke bar every second Friday night. They never missed it, and they made a point of doing it to keep a connection to each other in this strange place so far away from home. Normally it would be a chance for Kurt to let his hair down and relax doing something he loved like singing his old songs with his good friends, but last night, it had all gone horribly wrong. He had been struggling to cope ever since his two year anniversary of not only his wedding, but his death and arrival on the island. Then Mercedes and Jeff had shown up, neither of them Blaine, and that compounded everything. To add insult to injury, he had been so distracted lately that the tattoo he got on his wedding ring finger had gotten infected when he didn't take care of it properly, and it meant that he couldn't wear his wedding ring right now. If he did, the infection just would have gotten worse and worse, and he had awful nightmares about losing his finger and never being able to wear his wedding ring again.
Then Mercedes came to see him. Nothing could have prepared him for that conversation. He hadn't wanted to see her because hearing from Puck that she was from after his death, he was scared to hear how Blaine was doing back there. He shouldn't have asked her. He should have just remained oblivious, but he snapped. He got angry at her, demanded she tell him what she knew about Blaine. So, she did. She told him. Blaine had been so distraught and alone that he had taken his own life, and Kurt broke down hearing the truth.
He cried all night, and into the next day. He was barely functioning when Quinn reminded him that it was their Karaoke date night and he numbly let himself get dragged along to the Karaoke bar where he met up with the Ohio Glee brood, including Mercedes and Jeff. Not that anyone was really in the mood for it. No one wanted to take the mic first, no one even knew what to say. Kurt didn't know who knew about Blaine. Puck had greeted her, so he probably knew, but he couldn't move past his own grief to think about anyone else. All that was burning inside him was the awful sickening burning ache that if Blaine had killed himself back here and hadn't made it to the island, he wasn't coming at all. There wasn't enough known about this place to be sure it was true he still had a chance to come. Kurt had met people who had come here when they died, but not a single person who had come from taking their own life. What if Blaine ceasing his own life back there meant he could never come here now?
So, it was Kurt who ended up taking the mic first. He shouldn't have, but he had to. He started out singing Unchained Melody and actually got through at least the first verse, even if his voice was choked and nothing near the strength it normally was. Everyone in that bar knew something was wrong with him. And that was when he crumbled to his knees and broke down right in the middle of the song he was trying to sing to his husband. The sobs wracked his whole body and he could barely move. The owner of the bar, kindly, chose to ask the patrons to leave and shut up shop instead of leaving Kurt there in front of everyone.
Kurt couldn't even remember getting home. He knew Quinn, Puck and his friends got him there somehow, but he was so distressed, he couldn't remember doing it. It was now the afternoon following, and he hadn't left his bed. He hadn't eaten, he hadn't showered. He had simply hit rock bottom after holding hope together for two years, and was grieving his husband with a death he hadn't even witnessed. He had his iPod in his ears, listening to Unchained Melody over and over again so he couldn't hear anything else. He couldn't hear Quinn knocking on his door ask him if he needed anything, he couldn't hear the beach or the waves, he could only hear that song. He couldn't even sleep. Whenever his body tried to give into the exhaustion and pull him into sleep, nightmares about his wedding and feeling that final kiss with Blaine's lips against his kept plaguing him. He was aching from the inside out, and this time, nothing could stop it.
What: And time can do so much. Are you still mine?
Where: Kurt and Quinn's bungalow
When: Two weeks after his anniversary
The Glee bunch that had all ended up here on the island had a standing Karaoke date at the Karaoke bar every second Friday night. They never missed it, and they made a point of doing it to keep a connection to each other in this strange place so far away from home. Normally it would be a chance for Kurt to let his hair down and relax doing something he loved like singing his old songs with his good friends, but last night, it had all gone horribly wrong. He had been struggling to cope ever since his two year anniversary of not only his wedding, but his death and arrival on the island. Then Mercedes and Jeff had shown up, neither of them Blaine, and that compounded everything. To add insult to injury, he had been so distracted lately that the tattoo he got on his wedding ring finger had gotten infected when he didn't take care of it properly, and it meant that he couldn't wear his wedding ring right now. If he did, the infection just would have gotten worse and worse, and he had awful nightmares about losing his finger and never being able to wear his wedding ring again.
Then Mercedes came to see him. Nothing could have prepared him for that conversation. He hadn't wanted to see her because hearing from Puck that she was from after his death, he was scared to hear how Blaine was doing back there. He shouldn't have asked her. He should have just remained oblivious, but he snapped. He got angry at her, demanded she tell him what she knew about Blaine. So, she did. She told him. Blaine had been so distraught and alone that he had taken his own life, and Kurt broke down hearing the truth.
He cried all night, and into the next day. He was barely functioning when Quinn reminded him that it was their Karaoke date night and he numbly let himself get dragged along to the Karaoke bar where he met up with the Ohio Glee brood, including Mercedes and Jeff. Not that anyone was really in the mood for it. No one wanted to take the mic first, no one even knew what to say. Kurt didn't know who knew about Blaine. Puck had greeted her, so he probably knew, but he couldn't move past his own grief to think about anyone else. All that was burning inside him was the awful sickening burning ache that if Blaine had killed himself back here and hadn't made it to the island, he wasn't coming at all. There wasn't enough known about this place to be sure it was true he still had a chance to come. Kurt had met people who had come here when they died, but not a single person who had come from taking their own life. What if Blaine ceasing his own life back there meant he could never come here now?
So, it was Kurt who ended up taking the mic first. He shouldn't have, but he had to. He started out singing Unchained Melody and actually got through at least the first verse, even if his voice was choked and nothing near the strength it normally was. Everyone in that bar knew something was wrong with him. And that was when he crumbled to his knees and broke down right in the middle of the song he was trying to sing to his husband. The sobs wracked his whole body and he could barely move. The owner of the bar, kindly, chose to ask the patrons to leave and shut up shop instead of leaving Kurt there in front of everyone.
Kurt couldn't even remember getting home. He knew Quinn, Puck and his friends got him there somehow, but he was so distressed, he couldn't remember doing it. It was now the afternoon following, and he hadn't left his bed. He hadn't eaten, he hadn't showered. He had simply hit rock bottom after holding hope together for two years, and was grieving his husband with a death he hadn't even witnessed. He had his iPod in his ears, listening to Unchained Melody over and over again so he couldn't hear anything else. He couldn't hear Quinn knocking on his door ask him if he needed anything, he couldn't hear the beach or the waves, he could only hear that song. He couldn't even sleep. Whenever his body tried to give into the exhaustion and pull him into sleep, nightmares about his wedding and feeling that final kiss with Blaine's lips against his kept plaguing him. He was aching from the inside out, and this time, nothing could stop it.