CHAPTER 1: In the Mail
"Kurt, did you buy clothes off the internet again?" Burt Hummel yelled. Kurt pushed his chair away from his desk, took off his earphones, and paused the YouTube video he was watching.
He frowned. "Yes, but it shouldn't have come yet," he shouted, sticking his head out the door so his dad could hear him. Curious about what could have come, he headed downstairs, covering his ears as he passed his step-brother Finn's room as Finn was playing rock music at an unbearable volume.
"Well whatever it is, it's addressed to you." Burt said as Kurt appeared at the bottom of the staircase, tossing the package to him.
"Thanks," Kurt said absentmindedly, trotting back upstairs taking the stairs two at a time. Kurt returned to his room, collapsing into his chair, putting his feet on the desk, and tearing open the seal on the oversized envelope. He dumped the contents onto the desk. Out fell a… script? New music from Mr. Schue perhaps.
He flipped over the script, and frowned as he read the title: Glee - Asian F. He tilted his head to one side and frowned, What on Earth is an "Asian F"? he thought. He flipped it open to a random page and started reading.
Rachel and Kurt are walking down the hallway.
Kurt: With only two days left for people to announce their candidacy, that leaves me and Brittany running in this race. Which is more like me running, and Brittany just whimsically hopping and skipping nearby. No one takes her seriously.
Rachel: That's so amazing, Kurt. I mean you can practically add the moniker of "President" to your curriculum vitae now. NYADA is going to eat that up.
Kurt tossed the script across the room, it skidded under his bed, and he took a shaky breath. That was exactly what he thought, but he hadn't told anyone, how could it be written?
"Kurt, Finn, dinner." shouted his step-mom Carole from downstairs.
"Coming," Kurt replied, eyeing the script that was just peeking from the underneath of his bed. He thundered down the stairs, nearly knocking Finn over in the process.
"Hey!" Finn protested.
Kurt stopped and looked at his step-brother, "Sorry," he managed to say.
"What's wrong dude?" Finn frowned, as they walked down the stairs.
Okay, Kurt thought, two choices: I could tell him and he'll think I'm crazy or I can just forget the whole thing. "Nothing," quick come up with a story he'll believe, "I'm just… planning tomorrow's outfit."
Gullible Finn just nodded and changed the subject, "Cool, do yah think Mom made pizza?"
Kurt laughed, "Sure, maybe."
As it turned out, Carole had made meatloaf. Kurt normally liked meatloaf, but today, he just sat pushing peas around his plate, ignoring Finn and Burt's loud debate over the best football players of all time.
"Kurt? You okay?" Carole had to raise her voice slightly to be heard over her husband and step-son.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."
"Oh, okay dear. So what was in that package you got today?" she asked, taking a bite of the somewhat burnt meatloaf.
"Um, a book, I… um, forgot I bought it. So… yeah."
"Oh, what is it about?"
Kurt was quite glad he had taken that improvisation class over the summer, "Fashion."
Carole nodded and smiled, joining Burt and Finn's sports conversation.
"Carole, Dad, can I be excused, please?"
"Sure, "Night."
"Goodnight."
Kurt raced up the stairs and slammed his door closed, leaning against it. Slowly he walked across the room, and grabbed the script. He sat down on his bed and turned to the first page. Reading every word carefully, he felt like he was in an episode of The Twilight Zone. Sometime near midnight he fell asleep, his head resting on the open script.
He awoke the next morning to his alarm clock, which played Beyoncé's Single Ladies. He sat up with a start, the script lying on the bed next to him. Remembering the events of the day before, and those in the mysterious script detailing his life, he took the script and, after a thought, tossed it into his shoulder bag.
He stumbled into his bathroom. His reflection reminded him that he had forgotten to complete his moisturizing routine the night before. That routine was the reason he had his own private bathroom; no one had the time to wait for him to complete the hour-long routine every night. No time now to moisturize, though. It took him about an hour to get ready for school, and then he heard a car horn honk from outside. He smiled; the driver of that car was his supermegaawesomefoxyhot boyfriend Blaine, who could make anyone forget about weird scripts delivered by mail.
He went to the window and waved to Blaine, who smiled and waved back.
"Kurt, Blaine's here."
"I know Carole, thanks."
Kurt was out the door three minutes later, devouring a PB&J. Blaine reached across the passenger's seat and opened the door for him. "Thanks," Kurt smiled, leaning over and giving Blaine a quick kiss.
They drove to school, chatting about Glee songs and the latest episode of American Idol. Ever since Blaine had transferred to McKinley, Kurt had found the walk to their first class amusing. Girls would look at Blaine, sighing and giggling, then pout when Kurt took his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Funnily enough it was the same group of girls each day; you would have thought they would've caught on by now.
The day seemed to go by in a blur; he just couldn't stop thinking about the events of the day before, when Mercedes had fallen ill during the Booty Camp rehearsals, events that were precisely detailed in the script. However this day seemed wonderfully unfamiliar… until Kurt found himself walking down the hallway with Rachel.
"With only two days left for people to announce their candidacy, that leaves me and Brittany running in this race. Which is more like me running, and Brittany just whimsically hopping and skipping nearby. No one takes her seriously" Kurt said happily, handing out campaign pins to every passing student, before realizing with horror that those were the exact words he had said in the script.
It truly would be freaky if Rachel were to say…
"That's so amazing, Kurt. I mean you can practically add the moniker of 'President' to your curriculum vitae now. NYADA is going to eat that up." Rachel smiled, leaning against her locker.
That.
"What did you just say?" Kurt frowned.
She looked at him, slightly confused, "NYADA is going to eat that up." Rachel said slowly.
Impossible this couldn't be happening! Brittany and Santana broke his chain of thought by appearing in front of them.
"Nice blouse Hummel." Santana crossed her arms, an arrogant smirk playing across her face, "Really brings out the color of your pink eye."
Kurt followed the conversation, which perfectly matched every word written in the script. If he was right, Brittany would start a flash mob right after she said "Yes, boys have made one helluva mess in this school and there's only one way to clean it up."
But she and Santana just walked away; nothing happened until later that day when Brittany performed a scarily good rendition of Run the World in the gym. Kurt was somewhat afraid that her performance would buy over enough students for her to beat him in the election. He had to know who was going to win. If the fates had decided to tell him exactly what was going to happen, he wasn't going to ignore them.
He hid in library, which was quiet, even for a Tuesday. He read through the script memorizing every word. Mr. Schue, Ms. Pillsbury, and Coach Beiste in the teacher lounge, Mike auditioning, the scene between him and Blaine in the staircase. What time is it? Kurt thought suddenly. The only time Blaine was ever on that staircase was between free period and Glee practice. And free period ended in twenty minutes. Kurt grabbed his phone and called the only flower delivery place in Lima, Limes and Roses.
The phone rang, "Yes, hello. Yeah, I need two dozen red and yellow roses delivered to McKinley High ASAP."
"Um, okay," said the woman, "our delivery truck is near there. Meet the driver out front he'll be there soon. I'll just call this in. What name should I give him?"
"Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
Fifteen minutes later, after paying an exorbitant amount of money for two dozen wilting roses, Kurt was racing up the east staircase. He ran into Blaine somewhere near the second floor. He carefully recited every line in the script, proudly presenting Blaine with the roses.
"You always zig when I think you're about to zag! And I… I just love that about you. Thank you." Blaine probably would have kissed him, but as there were several people walking by he just placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder.
Word for word for what's in that script, Kurt thought. "Right" Kurt whispered, completing the scene. "Blaine," he pulled his boyfriend aside and spoke in a low, urgent voice, "there's something I need to tell you. And you won't believe me."
"What's wrong, Kurt?" Blaine sniffed the roses.
Kurt shook his head, looking over his shoulder at the other students nearby. "Not here."
He grabbed the hand Blaine wasn't using to hold the flowers and led him to the auditorium. New Directions wouldn't be using it until after Glee rehearsal, so it would be deserted.
"Blaine," Kurt said, simultaneously closing the auditorium door and pulling the script out of his shoulder bag. "You're the only person I can trust to see this." Kurt had considered showing the script to Finn, but his step-brother had never been good at keeping secrets.
Blaine frowned, placing the flowers on the ground and taking the script from him. "What is it?" he asked.
"To tell you the truth I have no clue. I just turned up in the mail yesterday."
"It's a script."
"Well, yes I know that. Read it."
Blaine looked at the cover, "Glee - Asian F. What's an 'Asian F'?"
"An A minus." Kurt explained. Blaine gave him a quizzical look. "Fifth page."
Blaine glanced at the fifth page, "Ah, okay then. Wait, the character's names are…"
"Mike and Tina," Kurt interrupted, "Yes I know. They had that exact conversation this morning."
"So this thing…"
"Tells the future? Yeah."
"That is totally awesome!"
Kurt put his hands on his hips and glared at his boyfriend, "No it is not 'totally awesome', it's totally freaky! Blaine, how can this be possible?"
Blaine snuck one more glance at the script, one of the later pages, and frowned a bit before giving the script back to Kurt. "I don't know Kurt." Blaine said slowly, placing a comforting arm around Kurt's shoulders, "Maybe this is someone's idea of a joke?"
Kurt sniffed a little, "Not unless you're in on it." Kurt collapsed into one of the auditorium's chairs, a tear trailing down one of his pale cheeks. "I'm scared, Blaine. Everyone has been quoting this thing all day, you, Rachel, even me."
Blaine sat down next to him, pulling him close and speaking quietly in his ear. "It's okay, Kurt. We're going to figure this out; everything is going to be okay. I promise."
"Okay, thank you Blaine."
"Why don't you head to Glee. I'll meet you there. There's something I need to do first, okay?"
"Okay," Kurt said slowly, accepting the tissue Blaine offered him, "I'll see you there."
Kurt smiled sadly and trotted out the auditorium door, disappearing into the hallway outside. Blaine leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes, absorbing what he had just been told and what he had seen in the script. Right before giving it back to Kurt, he had noticed a certain page. A certain event he wouldn't let happen.
Five minutes later, after putting the roses in his locker, he was outside Ms. Pillsbury's glass-walled office, preparing what he was going to say. Artie was in there, arguing animatedly with Coach Beiste and Ms. Pillsbury.
Fighting up the courage, he knocked on the door. Ms. Pillsbury smiled and gestured for him to enter. "Hello, Blaine." She smiled, "we we're just discussing your brilliant audition."
Artie nodded, "We're not supposed to tell you this, but you're probably going to be going by the name Tony soon."
"Actually that's why I'm here. I know it isn't my place to request this, but I would really like it if you would give that role to Kurt."
"Listen Blaine, Kurt's audition was brilliant, but he's just not right for the role." Everything Ms. Pillsbury said was always diplomatic.
"Please," Blaine gave her one of his award winning smiles, "just… just hear me out." He started to lean against a bookcase, but Ms. Pillsbury flinched so he stood up again. "Kurt needs this if he's going to get into NYADA."
"Blaine, we can't just give him the role. He's just not right for it. Tony and Maria are supposed to sound different." Blaine bit his tongue to stop himself from shouting at Couch Beiste, "We actually laughed at his Romeo and Juliet scene."
"Yes, I heard about that," Blaine growled, "he was crying for hours. That was very unprofessional of you."
"He… well I truly am sorry about that." Ms. Pillsbury anxiously straightened the pencils on her desk.
"He needs this. He wants this more than anything, please!" Blaine looked Coach Beiste straight in the eyes, neither blinked.
Still keeping eye contact with Beiste, Blaine noticed Ms. Pillsbury nodding slightly. "You're right. He has my vote. Artie?"
"Yeah, okay. He can hit lower notes, I remember, he sang Pink Houses a year or two ago."
Beiste still looked unconvinced, but Blaine could tell that he was on the winning side of the argument.
"Fine, he can play Tony. Now get to class, Anderson."
"Thank you," Blaine said, breaking eye contact, and backing towards the door, "You won't regret this."