Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 1: Visit

~A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love~

Aside from the smell of his mother’s perfume, Kurt remembered the movement of her fingers as well.

He remembered being an eight-year-old boy again, with chubby cheeks and wide curious eyes as he followed his mother around the house, watching her do her daily activities. He watched her sew, mesmerized by the sureness of her fingers as they push the needle in and out of the cloth, making no mistakes. He loved the way she played the piano, her fingers drifting over the piano keys like white butterflies. Those fingers were the same ones that ran through his locks, stroking his hair reassuringly as Kurt lay against her chest at night, inhaling her sweet perfume.

Right now, he felt as if her fingers were stroking his hair again, as if trying to calm him down as Kurt drove towards the Lima Memorial Hospital.

Kurt did not even remember leaving the music store without buying anything, nor did he remember entering his car and started the engine. All he knew was the fact that right now, he was driving towards the hospital where Sebastian currently resided.

Hospitals.

How Kurt hated them. He hated the intense clean medicine smell of the place, hated how everything was so white, hated how hospitals were the place where the sick and the dead were. Kurt remembered standing there, feeling helpless as his dad lay on the hospital bed, his eyelids unmoving and his body still. How scared he felt, about the possibility of losing another parent. Kurt had been so desperate, even praying to a deity he did not believe in, thinkingpleasepleaseplease save my dad, ohmygodohmygod don’t let him die, wakeupwakeupwakeup…

Kurt sighed as he parked his car in an empty parking spot, getting out before locking the car doors. He made his way towards the hospital main entrance and entered inside. The hospital smell hit him hard, making Kurt wrinkle his nose in distaste. He shook his head and approached the counter. The woman behind it was young, with light blond hair and dark brown eyes. She was pretty, the kind of girl a boy would hit on at first sight. The nametag pinned on her uniform said her name was Clarissa.

“Hello,” Kurt said. “I’m looking for a patient,”

“Name?” asked Clarissa, smiling politely.

“Sebastian Smythe. He was involved in a car crash recently,”

Realization dawned in Clarissa’s eyes. “Oh, the boy from the news,” her tone held pity, which Kurt knew Sebastian would not exactly appreciate. “Poor boy, losing his parents like that,”

“Yeah…I suppose,” Kurt answered slowly.

Clarissa let out another sigh before looking at her computer, her fingers typing on the keyboard. “He’s in Room 5021, fifth floor,”

“Thank you,” Kurt gave her a small smile before making his way over to the nearest elevator. He was silent throughout the elevator ride, his heart pounding in his chest. Why was he nervous? He was only seeing Sebastian, for goodness’ sake. Just another guy he knew. Albeit a guy he did not exactly like, but still. But the prospect of seeing someone lying injured on the hospital bed still made Kurt’s head spin a bit. Why on earth did he go here in the first place?

The elevator stopped and its doors slid open with a ‘ting’. Kurt walked out and followed the corridor leading towards Sebastian’s room. 5018, 5019, 5020….5021.

Kurt stared at the door in front of him. He could hear the soft sound of the television from inside the room, indicating that Sebastian might be awake. He hesitated as he raised his hand to knock. Should he have brought a gift? Flowers? Fruit baskets? It was a matter of courtesy, after all. But then again, this was Sebastian. The same guy who insulted him at every given opportunity, even after his heartfelt apology before Regional’s. Kurt remembered thinking some things never change…