Okay, so this is the very first ever fanfic story I have ever written! yay! It is about Klaine and lovey-dovey adorableness (to come). The first chapter isn't as well written as I would have like it to be, and trust me it will get more interesting later on. I am sorry if it is kind of cliche or sort of sounds like other Klaine FanFics, but I really didn't intend it to. It would mean the world to me if anybody read my story. I would feel so loved T-T And I would absolutely love comments, any sort of constructive critisicm would be much appreciated. =) It will have multiple chapters.
Disclaimer: Glee is owned by Ryan Murphy, along with all the characters. And thank goodness because he makes it awesome.
The day of high school was over, the glee club, incredibly dull classes, and endless torture had already ended early. It had been cut short because of mid terms that seemed never ending and the school didn't particularly want class rooms filled with passed out teenagers. That was how the young brunette had heard it anyway; he honestly hadn't been focusing on school work too intently.
Kurt hadn't been paying much attention to anything lately. He was too preoccupied with far more important tasks than simply listening to teachers trying to talk over students, and than being forced to do the work that no one understood because they couldn't even hear the teacher.
He was forced into thinking about how he would make it to his next class without being thrown in a dumpster, or worse, have a slushee thrown in his recently styled and conditioned hair. The sheer thought of it had him on edge every day.
Kurt had been through a lot in his softmore year, and he didn't particularly want his junior year to be a repeat of what he already went through. But by the initial way things had been going for him recently had made him began to think he would have no choice.
He hadn't told his father the day was cut short, and feeling the urge to be alone after his half day of hell he decided to walk around Lincoln Park, there must be a liking for presidents here, Just to be far away from everybody, except for Mercedes of course, who he was texting on his phone while walking mindlessly through the seemingly endless trail that led through the woods.
Kurt had been to the park before, but he only ever went on days like this when he couldn't put up with the ignorance of basically everybody outside of, and some in, glee. But he had hardly been there in months, he couldn't even remember.
He clutched his shoulder bag and walked without watching where he was going, and knew exactly which way to turn, and which way would lead him back to his car, he knew because he used to go there almost every day as a small child.
He passed trails that led absolutely nowhere, and some that led where he wanted to go. And not wanting to go off the path that was paved with gravel, for the fear of getting his designer boots dirty, he made his way through the "civilized" part of the woods with a cell phone in his hands.
He walked on the small path which led to a bench. He sat and enjoyed an afternoon of Berry-less silence and Karofsky free nature. Even if nature wasn't his first choice of comfort, this was nice. It was pretty dirty out here, but there was something about this place that made him feel at home, and get completely lost in the feeling of comfort.
The next day had been the same as usual, frantic during classes, anxious in the halls, and terrified of a sticky-sweet bath lurking around every corner, and glee wasn't even that great. Mr. Schu had been talking about some kind of method for winning regionals, some style he thought might be exciting, and spending most of the class praising Rachel after her, of course, perfect solo of "I will always love you" obviously aimed at Finn, and probably making everybody in the room uncomfortable, but none the less perfect.
Kurt was sitting next to Mercedes and Brittany, with Brittany's head laid flat on his shoulder, cushioned with a red scarf that covered a gray thermal shirt, showing off a good fraction of his neck.
He felt sure that the rest of the class would most likely consist of other numbers which would fall short to Rachel, and jokes from Mr. Schu that he would have to pretend to laugh at, and nobody would notice if he left anyway. He was pretty certain Brittany was only sitting with him because he was the closest person around, and he was like a walking pillow to her. He would end up texting Mercedes later anyway, so she wouldn't mind.
"Mr. Schu," Kurt said abruptly, trying to be heard over the noise of praising and laughter from the other kids, and inadvertently causing Brittany to fall off his shoulder like a child wakened from a car ride.
"Yeah, Kurt." Mr. Schuester said while simultaneously laughing at a joke between himself and Puck.
"I think I'm going to go home now. I… don't feel very well." He lied, as he stood from the plastic chair, leaving nothing disturbed as the rest of the glee club was oblivious to notice him leave and continued laughing, joking, and complimenting the needy Berry. Brittany found a new piece of portable furniture to rest on once hers had walked away.
He stood and left the choir room. Confidant in knowing the football team would have already left by now.
Kurt walked through the halls, once again finding himself overcome with anxiety every corner he turned, even though he knew the football team had already left hours ago. But he couldn't stop the feeling of being on edge.
He kept walking in a steady pace, getting slightly faster as he approached the door. As he pushed on the cold glass to leave the school he noticed a figure at the end of the hall he was standing in. Not even wanting to think about whom it might be he hurried out the door and into his car and drove out of sight as fast as he could.
The next day at glee club there had been more talk of sectionals. More talk of preparing for the competition that could mean the advancement to regionals, and the pride of having won another trophy that could be bragged about to Coach Sylvester. And all this talk of preparation had Kurt both excited for the challenge, and also exhausted from constant squabbling and competing for a what-should-be joyous class, mostly from none other than one sight set Rachel Berry.
Today he had felt extremely edgy and exasperated. And fell more into wanting to completely ignore his classmates, and only wanting to pay attention to the competition they would be against in the coming weeks. He listened to Mr. Schuster intently, trying to estimate the rivaling glee clubs skills.
From being overly agitated with the outbreaks of comments and strenuous atmosphere of the choir room, Kurt could hardly make out that one of the competitors would be Dalton Academy, a school in Westerville that he knew was high class, and well off. But he didn't know anything more than that, and had never even heard the glee club perform.
Once Mr. Schuester had informed every one of the all boys, prep school, he couldn't help but be overcome with annoyance when he heard a completely inappropriate amount of harsh comments and gay jokes come from the rest of the glee club.
Reluctantly Kurt rose from his seat, and threw a suggestion into the debate.
"If I may, Mr. Schu?" Kurt asked cautiously.
"Yeah, of course. Kurt." Mr. Schu allowed, which brought the class into a quieter ruckus.
"Well, I figured since I am more of the 'preferred choice' classmen, you might allow me to… take a closer look at our competition. Maybe see the kind of talent we will be up against for sectionals." Kurt asked with a cocky and overly confident grin.
"Well, Kurt," Mr. Schuester started "as much as I would love to spy on the competition," emphasizing the word 'spy' after a careful Kurt slyly avoided the word. "it's just… morally wrong, and completely against what we strive to be in our glee club. And besides, isn't that what happened to us last year? Our playlist was leaked and our entire performance was ruined. We don't want to be that club."
"Well this is completely different. I don't want to steal their entire playlist! I just want to see how well they perform, and what we might need to strengthen." Kurt rang out matter-of-factually.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. It's just not something I think we should do." He concluded, and gave Kurt his infamous half smile before starting another subject about the oncoming sectionals.
Kurt just sat back down, dazed and slightly hurt at his teacher's quick strike down of his, what he thought to be, fabulous idea.
But clearly, Kurt Hummel was not going to sit idly by and let this plan slip through his hands. He may have some other "job" to do in glee, but he knew he had bigger ideas of how to help the club, and also himself by doing it. Maybe he could get a use out of his theatrical skills. He would see.