Hey Guys! I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who already knows my writing from The Littlest Girl who came because they hit Author alert :)
I'm not gonna change my name every chapter for this one, though. xD
My name for this whole book is Devon :D
I just wanted to say thanks for reading! :D hehehehehe I'm so hyper right now.
Summary:
Klaine "I'm a vent. I'm a shoulder to cry on that nods and listens while they pour out the story about whatever happened last night. I'm a stranger to them." AU
This story switches POVs from Kurt to Blaine quite a bit, so make sure you know who's speaking! xD
Enjoy the first chapter :)
Kurt POV
I sat in the corner of the glee club room, shivering. My sweater was newly slushied, but I had managed to save my scarf. I set it by the chair, and wiped off my face with my sweater. I dropped it on the chair behind me, and sighed, dropping my face into my hands. I tried not to let it show to everyone else how much it hurt to get slushied and called names at least twice a week.
I had an excellent washing technique to get slushy out.
I fixed my hair and checked my eyes in the little mirror I kept in my bag. I didn't want Rachel or Quinn or Finn seeing the tears. They would ask what was wrong... Maybe. They probably didn't care. No one really noticed. No one said, 'Kurt, what's wrong?' if they did, however, I would end up blurting something about my plans for the weekend.
They weren't pretty.
The door opened, and I didn't look up. I heard Finn and Rach, and looked up, my smile, completely fake, plastered on my face.
They didn't notice. No one does.
Quinn walked in, and sat by me, where she always did. We always sat next to each other. Everyone else thought we were best friends, but really, I was her vent. I listened. I couldn't talk to her about my problems. She doesn't know anything about me, but I know all of her business. As well as the business of everyone on the Cheerios.
"Oh, my, god." she whispered. "Someone on the Cheerios totally got asked out yesterday by that one kid."
I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.
"And since he's so weird,"
Who, Quinn, who?!
"She said no. But he's totally freaking gorgeous."
"Quinn, you never told me his name!" I burst out, surprising even myself. She looked shocked, and I mumbled, "Sorry."
"It's fine. It's Terry, I think. But then-"
I tuned her out. Just like that, she dismissed my explosion, and then kept going like nothing happened. Was it really that hard to see what I was going through?
The door opened again, and a little shock shot through me. It was Mike, Tina, and Blaine.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of Blaine, he was so handsome. I think I was in love with him. But he never left Tina's side, in a 'best friend' kind of way. She invited him to glee, and he was openly gay, but he never really talked to anyone but Tina and Mike. He was that awkward third wheel. Oddly, he still wore his Warbler Blazer, but I loved it. He looked amazing in it. He was so nice, handsome, and he was the best singer ever.
Mr. Shue came in, and Quinn stopped talking. I was greatly relieved, but didn't say anything. Everyone was here; they had shown up while I was thinking about Blaine.
"Today, we're going to talk about singing."
"When do we not?" Artie said.
"Mr. Shue, I fail to see the point in this." Rachel said, from her spot next to Finn.
"Don't worry, you will."
I tuned out again, until the end of school. The bell rang, and I grabbed my sweater and headed to my locker.
"Hey, Kurt." Rachel said, walking up. "Do you want to go get something to eat Sunday night with me and Quinn and Finn? We didn't want Quinn to be all awkward."
"Um, I'll have to check my schedule." I said awkwardly. "Text me Sunday."
What she didn't know, was that I planned to be unable to text by Sunday.
"Oh, alright. I'll talk to you later!"
I waited at school until I saw Quinn leave, and then I wrote out my note.
I'm so sorry Quinn. I want you to know I don't blame you. I think you're amazing, but by the time you get this I'll be unable to tell you in person. This is my locker combo, please don't throw away any of the pictures. Thanks, Quinn, you're amazing. 3
-Kurt
I slipped it through the vent in Quinn's locker, and then walked home alone. My dad was gone for the weekend; I had the house to myself. I was alone.
I spent Friday night singing, the one last thing that brought me any joy.
I woke up Saturday morning, and I wasn't ready, but not ready was ready.
I took a deep breath, and got out of bed.
:D
I know it's depressing right now but I feel happy because you are reading my story, and I like it when people read my stories.
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