Author's Note: The Swim of a Life Time is a very short story. The question still lies if I'm going to continue the story.
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me!
The Swim of a Life Time
-T-
Chapter 1:
Well, it is almost time to go back to school for the last year of high school! Even better, it is the end of McKinley High School agony and suffering of being gay. Sure, I came 'out' over a year ago, but that doesn't even compare to the bullying of other jocks.
Most teenagers would enjoy the beach or the resort pool area that their parents had to find money in couch cushions just to visit. But I, on the other hand, am at my Lima, Ohio home that has NO relation to a resort. Not even a spa. I have been spending the last few minutes watching the Wizards of Oz for the twenty-first time in my life. I love Judy Garland's song, Over the Rainbow. Plus, I have nothing better to do.
That actually isn't entirely true. I have a boyfriend named Blaine Anderson. I haven't talked to him since last week and I'm dying to speak to him again. Just to hear his voice would be great, but I don't want to be desperate. I at least want to know how he's been.
Magic was in the air that made something so unforeseen that I almost panicked. There were two reasons why, I, Kurt Hummel would freak out as I did. One, when someone interrupts me during Judy and Me time, and two, the person interrupting me is the same person I haven't talked to in a week. Blaine was calling as I reached my favorite part of the entire Wizard of Oz movie. Of course, he would be calling now!
I picked up the phone and answered. "Hello? Who is this? The name Blaine Anderson was on called id, but I'm not sure I remember such a name." I kept silent as he tried to overcome my complete and total sarcasm.
"I'm sorry Kurt. I know I said I would call last week. Then I didn't. I get it, you're mad. I'll make it up to you by-Kurt, are you there?"
I focused on Dorothy's hair as it bounced on her back as the fictional group was skipping along the yellow brick road and I didn't realized Blaine was still talking. "Sorry Blaine. I am watching Oz ."
"Crap! Okay. Sorry. I'll talk to you later." As understanding as Blaine is, he quickly began to say good bye. You see, no one dares to interrupt me and Judy time. But Blaine is somewhat of an exception.
"Bye, Kurt. Love you." When he said this, I felt that warm fuzzy feeling inside. You know the one where you know that the person you were once talking to means the whole world to you. I put my phone done and begin to start watching Wizard of Oz again. It's at my favorite part. Well, one of many. In fact, all parts are my favorite part. But, that's beside the point, because, within 8 minutes and 13 seconds my phone rings again.
"Why are you calling me again?" I didn't realize the person on the other side of the phone is Mercedes and not my boyfriend. Normally, I wouldn't get so upset, but I was, yet again being distracted from my movie.
"Oh, hell no! I am not going to have you yelling at me, too." Mercedes was mad about something. I could hear it in her, insane and ghetto voice. "My mama has been getting on me about my room. I clean it when I feel like it."
I apologized and said, "Mercedes, I thought you were Blaine. That's all."
"What's happening to you and him? Boy on boy trouble, or something?" She made her statement overly dramatic as if something was going on between me and him. Nothing besides he hasn't spoken but very few words to me in the past week. I wasn't going to mention it to her, because I wanted to continue watching the movie. All I kept thinking about was how appreciative I was that some lazy guy invented the pause button.
"Well, you, if you don't let me finish watching Wizards…!" I hoped she would understand that she needed to hang up, but instead she asked another question.
"What part are you at? Is it your favorite part? What are you doing for the rest of the day? Oh, I bet it's at the part where Dorothy―"She wouldn't stop ranting on, so I quickly pressed the END button before I would have to answer her questions.
I started to watch Wizards again and something ridiculous and very unpredictable happened. The phone rang, again. Who was it now? Was it dad, Carole, Finn? Who could it possibly be?
I read the phone screen and it read: Incoming call from Blaine Anderson. I paused the movie as I answered the phone. Again.
"Hey, Kurt…?" Blaine said as if his eyes were filled with tears. He sounded hurt or scared. I couldn't tell. He was doing that voice where he mumbles so that you only here half of what he actually said. I was kind of worried and suggested that something terrible happened.
"Blaine, who died?"
Thankfully, no one died. No else was even involved in the conversation. Although, he was making me mad, I couldn't help but hear what he had to say.
"I was just wondering if you want to go somewhere with me?" I was surprised. Was he trying to make up for this past week? He was asking me on a date and all I could do was day dream of what today would be like. We've never done something that includes both of us in the same place, in public, and doing them all at the same time. "Blaine, I would love to do something. Where do you want to go?"
There was a pause in his voice. His breathing became strong and I could tell he was even deciding where we should go. "I was thinking we could go swimming. You know, at the Lima Community Center."
That had actually sounded like fun. It was just a day for me and him. That's all I've ever wanted and now it was finally happening. "So, when are we going?"
"We can go right now, if you want! Look outside, Kurt." I looked outside to the sight of Blaine standing in the middle of the lawn with no shirt on. His sunglasses were on his head. He wore flip-flops and very fashionable swim trunks that I picked out a couple of weeks ago. We went shopping with the idea that we weren't going to buy anything. Instead of the original plan, we came out with eight bags full of summer clothes and accessories. We played a game that day. We tested each other's taste in clothing. He picked what I would wear; I picked what he would wear.
Blaine held a picnic basket in his left hand and two towels in his right hand. His phone was still propped up to his ear with the help of his shoulder. "Do you want that walk?"
Not only had Blaine asked me out on a date, but he'd planned a picnic. This was so wonderful! I had the biggest grin on my face. "Blaine, I'll be right out!" I ran to my room, removing all my clothing. I put on sun block and my swimming shorts that were made to go on my body. I loved the color of them and Blaine had once said they matched my eyes. After all, he did pick them out for me.