Crazy OC that symbolizes the fan girl in all of us.
This is my first fanfiction! I love Klaine!
Edit: I put spaces in!
Disclaimer: I...SOB... do not own glee. You'd be scared if I did. :)
The Lost Journal of a Not So Lost Warbler
All this talk about courage when no one even has the guts to discuss the elephant in the room. Outside, snow has fallen. Christmas has come and gone, the new year has started and school is once again in session.
But nothing has changed between the two Warblers currently perched on the edge of a bed in a Dalton dorm. The silence is eerie after a long anecdote of tough times as a homosexual teenage boy, blah, blah, blah. And where am I, you ask? Among my many hiding spots, I am currently concealed behind the slightly transparent curtains of Blaine Anderson's open window. Sure I may be be freezing my ass off but at least I have a perfect view for my, well, research. I must find out all I can about these two teens. Weaknesses, strengths, everything. Why?
Well there are two sides to it. Make it three.
I want that prissy little bitch to go back to the hell hole he came from so I can have my dark haired gemstone back and all to myself. The other side, I want that hobbit like snobby slut to step away from the beautiful piece of fresh meat that practically walked into his arms. But then, nonetheless, a little, let's say "fan girl", inside of me is jumping out trying to make sure that these two get together and stay together so I can eat off of their radiating waves of contempt for my own sick reasons.
Who am I? Fellow warbler, fellow homosexual, fellow classmate, worse nightmare, stalker? I'll go with all of the above. I was there as Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel met and tore off down the halls hand in hand. Then when Blaine went to McKinley High to try and give that closeted football player advice, I almost jumped in there. A couple rows behind them while seeing Rent, just booths away during many trips to Breadsticks, of course I'm at every Warbler rehearsal and competition, maybe I was at the Lima mall, too.
I'm everywhere. The all-seeing eye. Creepy? My psychologist certainly thinks so.
I know it's short but hey it's my first!
Reviews? Comments? Ideas? Should I continue or crawl in a corner and die?