This is my first FanFic. I have been reading heaps of them lately (as in I am running out of new ones to read), and thought I would give it a go at writing one. I am a bit unsure on this chapter, but I have the second chapter written already and feel much more confident with that one. Please read and review, let me know what you think. (I haven't written anything seriously in a while, so it is probably lacking in some areas). Anyway, let me know what you think.
And, I'm sure you all know, I don't own Glee
Living in suburban Lima had its downfalls, everyone seemed to know each other's business, and took it upon themselves to spread it around. So when Kurt Hummel pulled his black Navigator into his driveway and saw a brand new silver Maserati parked in front of the run down house next door, it came as a big surprise.
Surely if someone was buying that horrible place news would have gotten around by now, he thought to himself, I will have to ask Dad if he knows anything about it. What would someone with a car like that want with a house as broken as that anyway?
If there was one thing the people in Lima knew nothing about, it was indeed this house.
The house in question was once the best on the street, a wonderful two-storey Villa, with a beautiful wrap around porch, not to mention the yard, which is at least double the size of every other house on the street. After the owners left suddenly, the only thing people know knew was that nobody could afford to buy it.
The house was starting to need a lot of work, weatherboard houses aren't beautiful unless you maintain them Kurt thought and it has been at least 3 years since anyone stepped foot in the yard, except for me of course. Kurt decided after 6 months of nobody going there, and watching the lawns get horribly long, that he would do them himself. So, every two weeks, he got changed into his sweatpants and t-shirt (he cringed every time, if only someone could make some more fashionable clothes for things like this he always thought) and went next door to keep the lawns reasonably tidy.
Maybe if this person is buying it, they will be able to restore it to its former glory Kurt thought with a small smile. He always liked the house, and he thought it could definitely look beautiful once more, maybe I could offer some assistance.
Eventually, he cleared himself from his thoughts and realized he has been sitting in his car for at least 10 minutes. Grabbing his bag, he made his way to the front door, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door. He was glad he didn't have too many things to haul inside today with it being Wednesday of the last week before summer break. Just as he got inside, the phone started to ring, putting his bag down, and keys in the key bowl near the front door, he raced into the kitchen to get the phone off the hook.
"Hello?" He questioned.
"Hey Bud, where were you? I tried calling 10 minutes ago, thought you would have been home by then?" It was his Dad Burt.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that Dad, I was in my car… Hey Dad, do you know anything about the old Miller house? There is someone there, I think they're checking it out, but they seemed like they would be really out of place here, they were driving a freakin' Maserati," Kurt really wanted to figure out what was going on, and who better to ask then his Dad, he did run the only garage in this part of town, and everyone felt the need to fill him in on the gossip.
"Hmm…sorry bud, haven't heard anything 'bout that place for a while now. Guess we will have to wait and see. I will ask Carol, she might know."
Kurt suddenly remembered that it was his father who had called "Alright Dad, what was it you were calling for anyway?" he questioned.
"Just calling to say we are gonna be having take-out for dinner tonight, unless you want to cook?"
Kurt cringed, he really hated eating take-out, he didn't take care of his skin and body for it to be destroyed by greasy food in boxes, but tonight he really couldn't be bothered cooking, "Alright," he sighed "I suppose we can have take-out tonight, Finn will like that at least. Got to go Dad, see you when you get home."
"All right Bud, see ya later" the phone clicked, indicating the call was over.
Kurt sighed and put the phone back onto its hook. He was home alone, neither of the adults would be home until around 7 since Carol was doing a day shift at the hospital, and tonight being one of the nights Burt's garage was open later. Finn was at a break-up meeting with the football team (even though the season was more than over – bonding is what Coach Beiste called it). Deciding he had nothing better to do, Kurt picked up his bag and went upstairs to his bedroom. His mind kept going through the possible scenarios for someone to be looking at the house next door.
Maybe they are going to demolish it, and then subdivide the yard and build some smaller houses to sell. If there were one thing Kurt didn't want, this would be it. He didn't want the house to be demolished, he really hoped they weren't just more greedy investors who seemed to be doing that exact thing in other parts of Lima.
Looking out his window, he can see into the grassy yard next door, he could hear voices drifting through the wind from the back porch. Kurt decided to open his window (to let some air in, honestly) and fragments of conversation drifted in.
"…Friday…love it…he's going to help…" It was a male voice, which sounded older, maybe around Dad's age Kurt thought.
"Not happy…he's sulking…get over it" this voice was a Lady, maybe the mans wife Kurt thought I wonder who the 'he' they are talking about is.
"If 'he' is sulking, must be a kid or something" Kurt wondered out loud.
Shutting his window, and effectively shutting out the conversation, Kurt decided to forget about it. He put his I-Pod in the dock, and let the music take him away, forgetting about the house next door, the conversation he had semi-overheard, and instead he let his thoughts be filled with the fact that school finishes in 2 days, and he would be able to get away from slushy facials, locker checks, and bullying jocks in general for 3 whole months. With a smile plastered on his face, he let his limbs carrying him gracefully around his bedroom, as the music drowned out all thoughts as he focused purely on the music.
The next two days passed by in a blur of slushy facials and locker checks for Kurt. Neanderthals just want to get in their yearly quota Kurt thought as he washed yet another slushy out of his hair before heading to the final assembly of the year. Kurt couldn't wait to get home and finally be rid of this place.
As he neared his locker, he noticed his best friend Mercedes waiting for him.
"Hey 'Cedes, ready to get out of this place?" He said as he gave her a hug.
Laughing, Mercedes pulled out of the hug, "the quicker you clear your locker white boy, the quicker we can get to this damn assembly, then get out of here" she said whilst pushing him towards his locker.
"Alright, alright, I'm getting there" Kurt laughed as he neatly emptied the contents of his locker into his bag; "right, done, lets get this assembly over with".
The final assembly, much like all the others, was one of the most boring things Kurt has ever had to endure, so of course instead of listening to the monotonic voice that is Principal Figgins, he entertained himself in a quiet discussion with Mercedes.
"Hey Kurt, I heard that the Miller house sold, know anything about it?" Mercedes questioned.
"I may live next to it, but I haven't heard a thing. I did see people there the other day though"
"Yeah, well, Rachel said her Dads' friend who is a Real Estate Agent sold the house about a week ago. Apparently it's some big hot-shot CEO and his wife, they are moving here from Westerville."
Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course Rachel Berry would know something about this, that girl knew everything.
"Westerville? What the heck would they want in Lima?" Kurt questioned, a cough and hiss from behind him made him realise he has spoken louder than he intended.
"I'm not sure, but hey, you're going to be their neighbour, and you might be able to find something out."
"'Cedes, the only thing I know about these people is that they have one very expensive looking Maserati, and they were talking about a 'he' who was sulking. Apart from that, I don't think I will find much out about these people, and I don't plan on it either" Kurt said with finality.
Mercedes groaned. "Alright then, just thought it might be fun to know who you're living next to. Who knows maybe the 'he' can be a new friend"
"Mercedes, the way they talked about this 'he' sulking, I wouldn't be surprised if I end up living next to a freaking 6 year old. Besides, there are enough sulking kids around my house when Finn doesn't get the last piece of Pizza, I don't need to be near another one" He replied with a small giggle.
Mercedes had to clap her hand to her mouth to suppress her laughter. Kurt did have a point; she didn't blame him for not wanting to know anything about a family from Westerville of all places.
The shrill noise from the bell caused an eruption of cheers throughout the entire student body, and after a few minutes, every seat had been cleared.
"Goodbye Junior year" Kurt cheered as he gave all his friends hugs, and kisses for the girls, with promises of shopping trips, sleepovers, and pool parties in the pool Burt had not long installed.
Driving up his street towards his house, Kurt noticed a moving truck in front of the Miller house (which is what everyone called it now). He also spotted the silver Maserati, and a sleek black BMW convertible.
Well, Kurt thought, I guess it means they are actually moving in, and that Mercedes was right and the house did sell.
Kurt pulled in his drive just as Carol was getting out of her car.
Kurt loved Carol, sure she could never replace his Mom, but she definitely filled most of the void that was left after she died. He never realized how much he missed having a mother around until Carol came along. She was always so caring, and loved him just as much as she did Finn, and he made his Dad happy, for that, Kurt would always be thankful.
"Hey honey," she greeted him with a hug, "how was the last day? Glad to be over?"
Kurt laughed and returned the hug, "so glad Carol. I can finally have my days to myself, not worrying what the Neanderthals are going to pull next. But most of all, 3 more months, then I'm a senior, I honestly can not wait!"
"That's good honey, I'm sure you will have a great 3 months. We may be able to sort out a week or 2 vacation somewhere in too" she said genuinely, "you boys both deserve something to celebrate heading into your final year of High School."
"Thanks Carol that would be nice. I see that someone is moving in next door, strange no one knew anything about it"
"Yeah, but that's alright. Do you have any plans for tonight after dinner, or would you like to help me bake some treats to take over in the morning once they have settled in a bit more?" Carol questioned.
"You're in luck," Kurt said beaming, "I didn't make any plans for tonight, I was going to make a nice dinner and then relax with a book or movie, but I will gladly help you bake some treats."
"Great, I will help with dinner too, let me know when you want to get started" Carol answered before leaving in the direction of her and Burt's bedroom.
The rest of the evening Kurt and Carol cooked dinner for their weekly Friday Night Dinners, then afterwards they baked cookies, cupcakes, and fruit pies, to give to their new neighbours as a welcoming gift.
That night when Kurt finally went to bed, his final thought before failing asleep was that he hoped they liked and appreciated the gesture.