Hello everyone, I'm Ottavia an Italian girl that gave birth to this crazy project: transfer of Glee characters in Disney stories, trying to make the most current and accurate as possible.
Then begin to warn you that I have totally eliminated the component of magic (spells, potions, transformations such things) but the characters are still very recognizable to those of the cartoon (at least I think so, let me know!)
Then I had to make one of the classic characters of Glee Disney Villain (who is there before but I can easily imagine), and a little 'I'm sorry for doing well characterized, but it was necessary.
For last thing I would add that I have created this world where "Gay is OK", ie being Gay is perfectly normal, not a problem. The two protagonists fall in love as a result of the events. So the whole issue of acceptance is not just because there is a problem! (It would be nice if there was this world ... or if the next Disney cartoon to be so!)
I tell you the truth, the outcome of this project depends on you: I've already preparing the next story, but first I want to know if it's worth writing!
I wrote this story in Italian, and then an amazing girl translate this for me (foreverefearless).
I hope you like it!
Once upon a time, there was a boy who did not quite fit in with everyone else. His name was Kurt Hummel, and he lived with his father, Burt, in a town called Lima. His eyes were large and of a delicate shade of blue, and his ivory skin made him look almost like an enchanted creature.
Kurt did not have many friends, or rather, he didn't have any. He spent his days in the library or in a secluded park, reading and fantasizing about what could be found in the good life outside of Lima. The boy dreamed of being in the fantasy worlds of his books, in places where no one is singled out as different because of their strange manner of dress, their manners or their tone of voice.
Kurt's father was a mechanic, well known and respected in town, and had a great relationship with his son. The man had long since realized that the boy was unhappy in Lima, yet he did not know how to help. He tried to convince him to go out and spend time with some of his peers, but this inevitably lead to failure.
Burt had to accept the evidence; his son preferred the company of a book to anyone else.
"Dad, stop" Kurt said to him. "I do not want to go out with the baker's children, do you remember what happened last time? Well I do! After spending one of the worst afternoons of my life I came home in tears. The idiots do nothing but talk behind my back and without even having the foresight to do it quietly!"
"But maybe this time is different ..." he tried to convince Kurt, sounding embarrassed.
"Different? Are you sure? I am tired of feeling insulted just because I try to be myself! Dad, stop harassing me so much ... I assure you, I'm fine with spending the afternoon reading in the shade of a tree. I could not ask for anything better. " Burt knew that his son lied shamelessly to stop him from worrying too much, but this only made him feel worse.
One of the biggest problems affecting poor Kurt was one Dave Karofsky, a boy who lived a few blocks from his home and attended the same high school. Karofsky was a classic bully; popular, and well regarded by all. He probably considered it a personal challenge to be able to win the heart of the young boy, just to make his life even more unbearable, so he tormented him constantly, despite Kurt's resistance.
When Karofsky, on the night of prom, he had the courage to show up in Kurt's house with a bouquet of flowers, a wry grin on his face, the Kurt poured out all the accumulated rage for some time against the alleged escort ... "What is your problem?" Kurt snapped "Why do you torment me? Do you not realize that you're not my type? I do not like sweaty, fat men that will be bald in 30 years. "
Dave was taken aback by this unexpected reaction and raising his fist instinctively he muttered between his teeth, "Do not provoke me Hummel ..."
"You want to hit me? Go ahead! Hit me!" Kurt shouted in one breath. "You cannot change me. Fists do not hide your ignorance! You're just a terrified child who does not know how special it is to be yourself!"
Karofsky made a slight forward movement, but suddenly drew back when he saw Burt, worried. He threw the flowers upon the ground, still panting at the door and walked away, shouting "Hummel, you'll pay!"
"Kurt ... that boy hasn't ever touched you, has he? Has he done something? How long has this been going on? Should I intervene?" Burt was visibly shaken, despite having witnessed only the last part of the conversation.
"Daddy ... it's OK ... no ... nothing happened ... it's just that ... Karofsky has been bothering me for months now ... he keeps asking me to go out or spend time with him ... but I know that his intentions are other ... he only wants to deceive and make me suffer ... but I really do not want anything to do with a cave man like him!" exclaimed Kurt, staring intently at his father's feet.
"Kurt ... Oh, I'm so proud of you!" Said Burt, and in an outburst of affection he embraced his son tightly, there on the doorstep.
It was a cold winter's day, and several inches of snow had completely covered the streets of Lima, making them impossible to pass. Kurt was busy donning a costly branded scarf, preparing to leave when his father ran up waving a letter.
"Kurt ... Kurt! Kurt, Kurt, oh God run here! I have great news!" Before Kurt could ask, he was enveloped in a huge, bone-crushing hug. "Kurt, great news!"
"Daddy ... no ... let me breathe," gasped the young man from between the arms of his father.
"Oh boy ... I'm sorry that I'm so overexcited," said the man, freeing the boy from his power.
"You ... you know the house Dalton? It's more or less half an hour's drive from here ... "
"Yes, yes, the sort of huge palace that belongs to the family, mmm what are their names?"
"The Andersons," his father helped him.
"Here's to you ... The Andersons have a beautiful garden in the summer ... every time I've been there before and I imagined them to lie down under a tree reading ... Yet it is strange ... I never saw an open window or a sign of life in that house ... "
"There are a number of strange rumors about it ..."
"But what do we have to do with that family?" Kurt asked curiously. He could not see a link between the Hummels and the Andersons ... they were so different.
"See I just got a letter, signed by B. Anderson who is the son ... I think ... it seems that at this moment he lives alone in the house and is waiting for us ... I'll read it so you are more clear ... I know I'm not so good with words ...
Mr Hummel I have heard a lot about your skills. I have a job to offer you. Arrive in a week in my house (the address is on the back). You will need to stay away from home: be my guest for a few months. The work is quite long. Do not worry about the house; it is big and right now there's only me, the firstborn, and servitude. I do not accept waste. I expect you to be on time in exactly one week. B. A.
"Tell me that you're not going to accept" Kurt asked, shocked.
"Certainly son! When such an occasion arises? "He answered back.
"But you hear the tone in which they asked you, or rather, demand you! This is just a spoiled kid ... send him to hell! There is no question of compromise Dad ... you already have a lot of work here ... "
"Son, do not worry ... I will miss you so much, but this could be a breakthrough for my career ..."
"But you do not even know what the job is." Kurt was visibly shaken and had clearly dug his heels in the ground.
"But he chose me! Among all those who there are, he needs me! You know what I will ask for, before anything else? I will ask permission to bring my son in his garden, to read, lying under a tree! "
Kurt raised his face towards his father, his lips pursed in a faint smile. His large blue eyes were full of tears, however.
"Oh, Kurt! I go there just because I know that my son will be able to get away for a few days, not home alone. You look so fragile, but you're really a rock! A true Hummel!"
Kurt did not answer, hugging his father back. This did not look good; he could feel it.