March 15, 2013, 5:33 p.m.
When You Come Around: You're Beautiful
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Kurt has spent literally every afternoon in the hospital. His father is still comatose, and Kurt can’t take it. He attends school everyday, and heads straight to the hospital every afternoon.
It’s Monday, exactly one week after the incident, and Kurt is standing at his locker, preparing to leave school for the day.
He looks to his left, and watches as Mike, Tina, and Blaine enter the choir room, laughing and joking about something. For a brief moment, Blaine turns and meets his eyes, then he’s turning back around and disappearing into the choir room.
Suddenly Mercedes is standing in his line of view, and she’s saying something. He forces himself to tune in, hearing only the last part of her sentence.
“…and you should come back to Glee Club.”
“No, Mercedes. For the last time, I’m not coming back. I’m done.”
“But Kurt, we all miss you! And Regionals are coming up soon!”
“’Cedes, you know I don’t want to be there with Blaine. He doesn’t want me there either.”
Mercedes sighs. “Kurt, you can’t possibly know that.”
“Yes, I can. I do. It’s final, I’m not coming back.”
“Then at least come hear what we all have to say to you today. Then you can leave for good.”
“Mercedes… no-“
“Yes, Kurt. You’re coming. Come on.”
And with that, she proceeds to grab Kurt’s wrist and drag him to the end of the hall, and into the choir room. As soon as he sets foot over the threshold, he stops dead in his tracks. He can’t possibly go in there. He can’t move another step. Not when everyone has turned to look at him, and the only open seat is right next to Blaine. He feels a pang as he remembers that’s his old seat.
“Kurt, welcome back.” Mr. Schue says.
“I’m not here to stay. Mercedes said you all had something to tell me.”
“We do. Please have a seat.”
Kurt stands for a moment, contemplating exactly where he should sit. Finally, as no one moves, and no other empty chair appears, he begins to slowly move toward the only open chair – right next to Blaine.
When he reaches it, he slides it over slightly, and carefully sits down, holding his satchel on his lap.
“Please make this quick, I’ve got to get to the hospital.”
Suddenly Blaine’s hand is resting lightly on his thigh, and Blaine is speaking. “Kurt, I’m so sorry about your dad…”
Kurt slaps his hand away, and proceeds to scoot farther away on his chair.
“Don’t.”
“Kurt I-“
“Blaine, I said don’t!” Kurt snaps, and the entire room falls silent.
“Please, get on with this.”
“Okay, guys? Positions.” Mercedes states as she stands and moves to position herself in the center of the room. The rest of the Glee Club, including Blaine, follow her lead, and file into their positions. The beginning strains of ‘Beautiful’ by MercyMe begin to play. Kurt can’t help but roll his eyes at the ridiculous religious song. They should know by now he doesn’t believe in that shit.
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
You were made for so much more than all of this
Kurt only hears bits and pieces of the song. He’s had his eyes locked on Blaine the entire time. Try as he might to look away, each time he’d look elsewhere, he’d find himself right back where he was, staring into those damn hazel eyes. It didn’t help that everyone (including Blaine) was looking at him. This was not the center of attention he appreciated.
As the song draws to a close, Kurt immediately stands and slings his bag over his shoulder. He doesn’t clap, he doesn’t make eye contact with any of them. He simply walks toward the door. The sooner he’s out of there, the better.
Just as he passes the group of his old friends, he feels a hand rest on his shoulder. He looks up, expecting it to be Mercedes or Rachel, but instead it’s Mr. Schue.
“We miss you, Kurt. And we’d love to have you back. We’re so sorry about your dad, and we want to do all we can to help you.”
“Thanks Mr. Schue. But right now this is just not where I need to be.”
Kurt takes one last look at the faces of everyone in the room, his eyes once more landing on Blaine. And he just can’t help but see the look of pain and confusion on his face. What the hell does that mean?