So…yeah. I'm rewriting this one, too. I hope you guys read it and like it and let me know what you think. I'll try to be much more constant with the updates than I was before and I hope you forgive me for just deleting the story without warning anyone. I want to warn you that it will be different although the main idea it's basically the same. Enjoy
People were disgusting.
Well, actually, not everyone. The people that attended 'La Trampa' were all disgusting, though. Really mean, annoying and disgusting.
Kurt didn't like that particular bar, but after he'd quitted from the previous job because of his boss' very unwanted advances, he'd been forced get into the first hole that would take him in.
"C'mon, princess…just a tiny little kiss" The man leered, pointing at his crotch. Kurt cringed in disgust, but otherwise ignored his comment. And even when the place had clientele like that particular one, 'La Trampa' was still better than his previous job, mainly because Mr. Roberts, his boss, was a nice man that actually gave a damn about his employees and who hadn't touched him inappropriately in the three months he had been working with hm.
"Piss off, you disgusting creep." Rosalie sneered. She was a pretty woman. Her red hair reached her waist, her long legs looked absolutely perfect all bare with those short skirts she liked to wear and her heels made her look absolutely stunning. The man turned around to glare at her, but he quickly gave up, it was well-known just how protective the bar could be towards the people that worked there.
"Thank you, Rose" Kurt told her flatly, picking up yet another broken glass. She smiled. Her red lips contrasted beautifully with her white teeth and he, once again, wondered how someone that beautiful could be wasting her life in a poorly-paid job in a shitty such a shitty place.
"No prob, babe, I hate those creeps"
"I could see that" He said simply. She opened her mouth, probably to start some sort of conversation, but Kurt scurried away before a word could leave her lips.
Life had not turned out like Kurt had planned it to.
He wasn't a Broadway star.
He did not have his own line of clothing.
He wasn't famous.
He wasn't rich.
He wasn't even happy.
And at first he had dared to think that it was so fucking unfair because he had fought so hard, he had kicked and scratched and bitten–
–but at the end he had had to accept that maybe he simply wasn't meant for those things. That maybe some people were born to live meaningless lives and that no one owed him anything, so fairness had nothing to do with how his life had turned out.
After his dad had died from that one heart-attack in his junior year of high school, Kurt's life had made a turn for the worse. After his father was buried, he had been informed that he would be moving in with Carole, his father's girlfriend at the time. They didn't give him time to protest, to say anything, he didn't even have time to mourn his father before his house was sold and all his things were moved to Carole's place.
He tried, he tried so, so hard, but after that life was simply not the same anymore. He pushed everyone away and those that resisted…well, he simply pulled away. He mostly stopped talking, stopped going out, he quite glee club –even if he still loved singing and performing– and instead chose to focus on his studies. By the moment he became a senior, he had decided that dreaming of silly things like Broadway would get him nowhere and put all his energies into getting into fashion school–
–apparently, he wasn't good enough. He didn't get a scholarship and Parsons was too expensive for him to attend with just the fund his parents had left for his studies. Instead, he had to go to a mediocre –and that was being nice– school in New York in which he spent all his money but didn't achieve much of anything. He got his first –and, truth to be told, only– job in the fashion industry after graduating from college. It didn't last much, mostly because he managed to make his boss hate him on the first week, but he still decided that it would be a good idea to make a loan so he could study Business Management and maybe start his own line one day.
…well, considering that five years after that decision he was still stuck in 'La Trampa' and his day-time job in a grocery store, it was pretty safe to assume that his plan hadn't worked out.
He got out of work at four that morning, one hour later than usual, but that was fine, it meant he would get paid extra for that little hour he had to spend cleaning the place and that was always good news. His apartment was within walking distance and even though he didn't live in the nicest neighborhood, that was one aspect of his life in which he had always been lucky. He went to sleep that night with a headache pounding in his temples and when he woke up three hours later, he wasn't feeling much better.
He showered, had a small breakfast and then took the bus to go to his other job.
He had been working for three years at that particular grocery store.
And he hated it.
His boss had been hitting on him from day one and it was awful, but not as creepy as his problem with the other boss had been. When he wasn't commenting on how nice his ass look, he would insult him, call him names, throw things at him–
–but Kurt knew that he wouldn't survive with only his other's job salary, so he kept his mouth shut and did his job as perfectly as he could.
"Hey, Hummel. A kid threw up by line four, go clean it up" Mr. Clovis was short, fat and bald. He was a nasty man, but he was not dangerous. He was just a guy had had spent far too long locked up in a closet and all the hiding and lying had taken a toll on him. Kurt always repeated it to himself, almost like a mantra, because he knew he would get nothing from hating Mr. Clovis…but sometimes it was hard. Sometimes he just wanted to punch him and kick him and give up–
–he still wasn't sure why he hadn't.
Kurt ended up throwing up in the bathroom when he couldn't handle the sight of the kid's vomit.
Kurt would not have a way of knowing it at that moment, but his life was about to change. The events that would take place that night would be the turning point for his life and…well…It's always darkest before the dawn?
"He said that if I was sick I should just quit because he wasn't paying any medical bills" He told Richard, one of his coworkers, that night. Richard made a grimace that told him just how disgusted he felt and Kurt fought the urge to chuckle.
"You could sue him" Kurt shook his head.
"Why bother? I tried finding another job, but for such an 'accepting' and 'forward' city, New York still has its fair share of homophobes"
"I'm sorry to hear that, man" Richard told him sincerely. Kurt shrugged, it wasn't as bad as it sounded; he still had a roof over his head, food on his table and clothes to cover himself. None of those were particularly good, but something was better than nothing when it came to them. He opened his mouth to tell Richard as much, but then Rose appeared and told him that Mr. Roberts wanted to talk to him.
In that moment, Kurt thought that he was going to be fired for sure. His heart broke, his body froze and everything became really cold…but he pulled himself together and dragged his body towards Mr. Roberts' office. He ignored his peers' looks and instead chose to knock and get it over as soon as he could.
"Kurt, I'm glad you're here" Mr. Roberts told him, a kind smile on his lips.
"What did you need me for, sir?" He asked politely.
"You sing, right?" He asked, instead of answering. Kurt nodded, dubiously.
"Sorta'…I mean, I can carry a tune, but it's nothing spectacular or anything." He was surprised when Mr. Roberts just laughed.
"Don't be so modest, kid. I actually have an offer for you" And in the past, the word offer had never meant good things for Kurt. He decided, though, to give the man the benefit of the doubt and he gave him a curious glance. "My sister is a wedding planner…well, she is married to a wedding planner and along the way became her assistant. This wedding planner is kind of a big deal, nowadays, but somehow the managed to set everything up for this famous couple's wedding without finding a singer for the ceremony"
"A–I couldn't!"
"Oh, but you can! You see, the bride is a very peculiar woman" And peculiar was a very odd word to describe a woman, so Kurt decided to listen. "She insisted that she needed a singer at her weeding, but that it had to be a man, no older than 30, no younger than 25, preferably gay and with a certain inclination towards classics and musicals" Kurt's eyes widened. "We were having lunch on Monday when she told me this and I told her that I might just now the person…but that I had to ask him"
"You want me to–didn't you say this couple was famous?"
"Very. But for some reason, and here I'm gonna quote the bride, they decided to "defy gravity" and go against everything that Hollywood demanded of them and chose to go for a quite, small, just family and friends kind of wedding"
"What…what would I have to do?" And Kurt was almost too scared to ask because in the past he had been let down and he didn't think he could handle it again, not at that particular moment, but he was tired and he needed something, anything.
"The bride's vocal coach was asked to choose the person to sing at the wedding. He would come here, listen to you sing and then he would decide if he wants you to sing at the wedding." Kurt closed his eyes. It would have been so easy to let himself dream and think that he would be good enough…but well, it hadn't been easy to accept that he wasn't good enough for Broadway, not good enough for Parsons', not good enough for anything. He jumped when he felt Mr. Roberts' hand on his shoulder. "Look, kid, I'm not promising anything, but I think that you should give it a try…something good might come out of it" A moment of silence. Kurt wasn't even sure what he was thinking about…he was just…well, silent. He then sighed. What did he have to lose anymore?}
Mr. Roberts smiled when he heard his answer and for some reason the kind, almost paternal smile made Kurt want to be able to smile back.