There the building say, tall and proud, haughty windows like eyes surveying the world around it, doors open wide like the missing teeth of a grinning old woman, laughing in its bitter humour at some unknown joke. The students below flitted around, innocent butterflies, ignorant of the metamorphosis that was to take place, that had already begun to take place, like Sisyphus taking the first step up that wretched hill.
Kurt Hummel shivered, though not from the cold.
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind,
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside my mind.
Why the club had voted to send him to spy, Kurt had no idea. He pulled his scarf tighter he began to walk up the huge lolling tongue of a walkway, unaware of the cataclysmic nature of his actions.
That's it, my pretty, nice and slow, the school thought. Oh, I've got so much in store for you.