The Unpredictable And The Orderly

XIV

By the weekend, Kurt had successfully managed to throw everyone off his trail.

Early on Saturday morning, he got up to do yard work. He wore a loose shirt, trying to hide his stomach.

He went out to their front yard, raking up the leaves that had fallen. The jeers started up again, but he didn't react to them and kept raking.

His scraped his finger on a jagged part of the rake, drawing blood. He studied it, heading back inside.

After he finished cleaning and bandaging it, the jeers started echoing in his head again, and he realized something.

When he was in pain, the jeers were muted. He didn't notice them, he was distracted from everything.

He put away the rake, thinking about an idea to get the thoughts circling through his head to stop.

He headed up to his bathroom, locking the door behind him. He took his razor off the hook, examining the blade. It was shining, sharp, almost mesmerizing.

He washed off the blade, and his arms.

He brought the blade to his wrist, pushing down and pulling it across his skin.

The thoughts in his head were immediately silenced. He smiled, knowing he had found a method to distract himself.

He pulled it across his skin a couple more times, giggling. When he finished, he washed off the razor and bandaged his arms tightly. He could feel the cuts stinging still, distracting him.

He went to his room, changing into long sleeves. He mildly thought how the guys had long sleeved Cheerios uniforms and was glad for it. He didn't want anyone to stop him, especially since his method works.

He felt inexplicably happy, for some reason. Is this a side effect?

Kurt practically skipped downstairs, seeing Finn playing video games on the couch. "Hi, Finn." He said cheerfully, giggling slightly.

"Hey Kurt." Finn turned to look at him, confused. "You seem different."

Kurt giggled again. "Don't know what you mean, Finny."

"Finny?" Finn looked even further confused. "Are you drunk?"

Kurt giggled again, sitting on the table. "Only on happiness."

"Are you high?"

"On happiness?"

"No, like, on drugs."

Kurt gasped in mock-horror before laughing again. "I thought you had more faith in me than that!"

"You're just acting really weird."

Kurt shrugged, giggling. "Maybe I'm just happy."

At that moment Burt walked in the door, and Finn turned to him. "Burt, is Kurt acting weirdly to you?"

Kurt was still giggling. "Dad, tell Finny he's worried about nothing."

Burt laughed. "Finn, don't worry. Kurt, what happened?"

Kurt thought for a minute. "I was raking... I scraped myself on the rake, that happened..." He laughed, holding up his bandaged finger.

"Yeah, Finn, he's like this whenever he gets hurt. Nobody really knows why, we've just kind of accepted it." Burt said, walking to the kitchen.

Finn raised an eyebrow at Kurt before turning back to his video game. "I still think you're high." He muttered.