"Help"
"Help"
Kurt/Artie;There's nothing wrong with needing someone else every once in a while.
Originally Posted: 11/7/2010
Kurt loves decorating more than almost anything, along with organizing and planning. These combined would ultimately lead to throwing a party, which was an excellent way to keep busy. Kurt spent weeks on every last detail; the food and drinks served to the location of this party. He picked the most popular club near Lima. It wasn't far, and it looked so nice. It was colorful, but not random. The combination of dark and light colors with some neon created the perfect atmosphere that Kurt was going for. The color of the drinks even matched the walls, and Kurt was absolutely in love with that.
He was going to invite the entire glee club. They were basically a family, plus they were all Kurt's friends, not to mention his only friends. In Kurt's mind, nothing could possibly go wrong.
--
Artie shifted aside the outside wall of a building, his head swimming with a mix of emotions he never wanted to face; anger, fear, hatred - so much hatred. His eyes were brimming with tears as he scaled one of the many walls of the humungous building. His arms were getting tired from pushing the wheels on his chair along, but only because he was so frustrated and every bad feeling was multiplied.
Then was nothing Artie wanted more than to go to the party that was happening inside. Although everyone else would be dancing and Artie would most likely be bored, but he really wanted to be with his friends. They made him feel almost normal; he wanted to, at least for a night.
He kept searching the walls. It wasn't a square building; he didn't count how many sides there were. There were so many doors, but that wasn't what he was looking for. He needed to find some sort of wheelchair entrance, which the club seemed not to have.
Artie's phone beeped, lighting up through the fabric of his pocket. He flipped it open; a text from Kurt.
Artie!! Everyone else is here! Where are you???
Artie bit his lip. People were waiting for him? He texted Kurt back with shaking fingers. I'm on my way. Be there in a minute.
He didn't know why he couldn't just tell Kurt the truth. It was kind of embarrassing to him. He wanted people to think of him as strong, and not that he needed help finding his way into a building.
He wheeled himself around for a while, and decided that this place didn't have a single entrance he could make his way in through. He'd traveled around the building at least twice, and he didn't feel like he could move his arms at all. He was back near the front door. He backed up against the wall and leaned his head back against it. By now, his frustration had made his eyes begin to overflow, and he couldn't stop them. All he could do was sit and wait for something - for anything to happen.
Out of nowhere in the blatant silence, he heard a familiar tune and realized his phone was ringing. Forgetting to check the caller ID, he answered it.
"Hi," he said quickly. He hoped the one syllable word, in lieu of "Hello" or "What's up" would conceal his tearing voice.
"Where the hell are you?" It was Kurt. He was clearly pissed off. His irritated tone made Artie choke up.
"I'll- I'll be there… soon. I think." Artie told him, immediately realizing he shouldn't have talked so much. His voice made it obvious he was crying, and he didn't want Kurt to worry about him.
"Artie? What's wrong?" Kurt asked, his voice now a mix of fear and concern. Artie liked that Kurt cared about him so much. It wasn't something he got often.
"Nothing," Artie said: quick and simple. He almost hung up, when he heard Kurt's voice again.
"I'm coming outside to wait for you."
"No-" Artie almost screamed into the phone, but Kurt hung up.
Artie dreaded the moment Kurt would see him out here. Could he hide? No, it's much too pointless and childish. What would he say?
The door next to him opened, and he could only watch as Kurt stepped outside. His eyes were fixed on Artie from the moment his head passed through the door frame.
"You were out here the whole time?" Kurt asked him, clearly puzzled. "Why?"
"I can't get inside." Artie choked, pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
Kurt did nothing for a second. Out of nowhere, he stepped toward Artie, leaning down to hug him. Artie hugged back, and dropped his head onto Kurt's shoulder.
"Is that why you're crying?" Kurt asked sympathetically, rubbing circles in Artie's back.
Artie nodded. "It's so frustrating."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt asked. He seemed hurt that Artie didn't seek help from him. "I could've helped you."
"I didn't want you to think less of me." Artie admitted, taking a deep breath of Kurt's comforting scent.
"Artie, that's insane! Why on earth would I?" Kurt hugged Artie tighter.
"I don't know. Look, I don't want people to think I can't do things."
"It's understandable." Kurt said.
Artie just nodded, not in the mood for talking.
"So, there aren't any wheelchair entrances in this whole place?"
Artie shook his head.
"I'm so sorry!" Kurt shrieked. "I should've checked before renting this place!"
"You didn't know. It's okay," Artie said simply.
"Do you want to go inside now?" Kurt started to pull away from Artie's embrace, keeping a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm a mess." Artie gestured to his wet, red face.
"Well, come to the bathroom with me. I'll help you get cleaned up." Kurt grinned, and Artie couldn't help but smile.
"Okay," he decided.
Kurt helped him get his chair up the stairs and wheeled him into the bathroom, grabbing a bunch of paper towels at first.
"Thanks for helping me," Artie had to tell Kurt. He really was so grateful that the other would take time from what could be the best party of the year to help him with his wheelchair. "You're really great."
Kurt/Artie;There's nothing wrong with needing someone else every once in a while.
Originally Posted: 11/7/2010
Kurt loves decorating more than almost anything, along with organizing and planning. These combined would ultimately lead to throwing a party, which was an excellent way to keep busy. Kurt spent weeks on every last detail; the food and drinks served to the location of this party. He picked the most popular club near Lima. It wasn't far, and it looked so nice. It was colorful, but not random. The combination of dark and light colors with some neon created the perfect atmosphere that Kurt was going for. The color of the drinks even matched the walls, and Kurt was absolutely in love with that.
He was going to invite the entire glee club. They were basically a family, plus they were all Kurt's friends, not to mention his only friends. In Kurt's mind, nothing could possibly go wrong.
--
Artie shifted aside the outside wall of a building, his head swimming with a mix of emotions he never wanted to face; anger, fear, hatred - so much hatred. His eyes were brimming with tears as he scaled one of the many walls of the humungous building. His arms were getting tired from pushing the wheels on his chair along, but only because he was so frustrated and every bad feeling was multiplied.
Then was nothing Artie wanted more than to go to the party that was happening inside. Although everyone else would be dancing and Artie would most likely be bored, but he really wanted to be with his friends. They made him feel almost normal; he wanted to, at least for a night.
He kept searching the walls. It wasn't a square building; he didn't count how many sides there were. There were so many doors, but that wasn't what he was looking for. He needed to find some sort of wheelchair entrance, which the club seemed not to have.
Artie's phone beeped, lighting up through the fabric of his pocket. He flipped it open; a text from Kurt.
Artie!! Everyone else is here! Where are you???
Artie bit his lip. People were waiting for him? He texted Kurt back with shaking fingers. I'm on my way. Be there in a minute.
He didn't know why he couldn't just tell Kurt the truth. It was kind of embarrassing to him. He wanted people to think of him as strong, and not that he needed help finding his way into a building.
He wheeled himself around for a while, and decided that this place didn't have a single entrance he could make his way in through. He'd traveled around the building at least twice, and he didn't feel like he could move his arms at all. He was back near the front door. He backed up against the wall and leaned his head back against it. By now, his frustration had made his eyes begin to overflow, and he couldn't stop them. All he could do was sit and wait for something - for anything to happen.
Out of nowhere in the blatant silence, he heard a familiar tune and realized his phone was ringing. Forgetting to check the caller ID, he answered it.
"Hi," he said quickly. He hoped the one syllable word, in lieu of "Hello" or "What's up" would conceal his tearing voice.
"Where the hell are you?" It was Kurt. He was clearly pissed off. His irritated tone made Artie choke up.
"I'll- I'll be there… soon. I think." Artie told him, immediately realizing he shouldn't have talked so much. His voice made it obvious he was crying, and he didn't want Kurt to worry about him.
"Artie? What's wrong?" Kurt asked, his voice now a mix of fear and concern. Artie liked that Kurt cared about him so much. It wasn't something he got often.
"Nothing," Artie said: quick and simple. He almost hung up, when he heard Kurt's voice again.
"I'm coming outside to wait for you."
"No-" Artie almost screamed into the phone, but Kurt hung up.
Artie dreaded the moment Kurt would see him out here. Could he hide? No, it's much too pointless and childish. What would he say?
The door next to him opened, and he could only watch as Kurt stepped outside. His eyes were fixed on Artie from the moment his head passed through the door frame.
"You were out here the whole time?" Kurt asked him, clearly puzzled. "Why?"
"I can't get inside." Artie choked, pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
Kurt did nothing for a second. Out of nowhere, he stepped toward Artie, leaning down to hug him. Artie hugged back, and dropped his head onto Kurt's shoulder.
"Is that why you're crying?" Kurt asked sympathetically, rubbing circles in Artie's back.
Artie nodded. "It's so frustrating."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt asked. He seemed hurt that Artie didn't seek help from him. "I could've helped you."
"I didn't want you to think less of me." Artie admitted, taking a deep breath of Kurt's comforting scent.
"Artie, that's insane! Why on earth would I?" Kurt hugged Artie tighter.
"I don't know. Look, I don't want people to think I can't do things."
"It's understandable." Kurt said.
Artie just nodded, not in the mood for talking.
"So, there aren't any wheelchair entrances in this whole place?"
Artie shook his head.
"I'm so sorry!" Kurt shrieked. "I should've checked before renting this place!"
"You didn't know. It's okay," Artie said simply.
"Do you want to go inside now?" Kurt started to pull away from Artie's embrace, keeping a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm a mess." Artie gestured to his wet, red face.
"Well, come to the bathroom with me. I'll help you get cleaned up." Kurt grinned, and Artie couldn't help but smile.
"Okay," he decided.
Kurt helped him get his chair up the stairs and wheeled him into the bathroom, grabbing a bunch of paper towels at first.
"Thanks for helping me," Artie had to tell Kurt. He really was so grateful that the other would take time from what could be the best party of the year to help him with his wheelchair. "You're really great."