So are you going to practice later? Kurt texts me. I text back instantly, my thumbs glide across the screen quickly.
Yeah. We need a lot of practice for regionals. I send the text and lie down on my bed. As I wait for a response, I run my hands across my flannel sheets. I awkwardly look around the room because there is nothing else to do. My phone vibrates in my hands. I sit up and open Kurt's text.
Okay, well got to get ready now. I look up at my clock across the room. It is only 2 in the afternoon. Practice isn't until 4:15.
We have 2 hours and 15 minutes. How long does it take to get ready? I tease. When he responds I'm stunned by his lengthy routine.
Well first I take a shower. In the shower I wash and rinse my hair thoroughly. I then pick out a soap, which I then put on my loofa. I rub the loofa over my body, making sure I'm clean. I rinse myself off after, then I just stand in the shower to absorb the moisture.
I step out of the shower, dry my hair with a towel, but I'm very technical about how I dry it. I then dry off my body and put on my clothes. I put a robe over my clothes, and put on my midday face mask. I wait about fifteen minutes and take off the mask and then the robe. I look at myself in the mirror, fix my hair, and brush my teeth. I then put on deodorant.
Since today we are having practice, I like to have a cup of tea. Then I'm ready.
Not knowing what to say next, I just reply with a loofa?
Yes a loofa. Kurt texts me. I decide that I shouldn't reply so Kurt can have time to get ready.
During my free hour and a half, I look over the lyrics to some song ideas to sing at practice. After a long hour and a half, I start getting ready for practice.
I sit on the edge of my bed, stretch off my laziness, and stand up. I stretch a little more, reaching my hands towards my toes, a short distance. I walk to the bathroom and see a horrid sight. My hair is a complete mess. It looks like a perm. I frantically grab my hair gel. There is just enough left that I can do my hair. After I finish molding my hair though, I don't have any left besides some along the edges, which wouldn't be enough to complete my hair tomorrow. I toss out the empty container in the trash.
I wash my hands to get off the gel. I go to my closet and take out a white button up shirt, my navy blue Dalton Academy's knitted vest and tie, and grey slacks. I close my door to my room, and close my blinds. I get dressed in front of my closet, in case I decide to put my Dalton Academy blazer over my clothes. I open my closet door a little wider so I can look at myself in the mirror. I turn slightly and brush my hands over the vest. I look over to the clock. It's 3:52. I close my closet door, grab my phone and go downstairs. I go to the door, grab my shoes, slip them on and I go out the door.
I regret not starting my car. I drive through heavy snow. After about a few minutes, I pull over. I text Kurt.
Are you still going to practice? It's snowing hard. I check the weather forecast on my phone while I wait for Kurt's reply. It says that it's supposed to snow three feet. My eyes open as big as they can in shock.
I don't know. Let me ask the others. Kurt texts me. I wait for him to respond. I hope that we do have practice, though. Mostly because I want to see Kurt, and plus it would be a waste of hair gel. Kurt texts me back. Jeff told me that he thinks that we are still on for practice. Would you mind driving me to practice today? My dad won't let me drive myself in this weather. I smile.
Yes, of course I will. Where do you live? I feel weird asking where he lives, even though I have to pick him up.
45, Whitman Avenue.
Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. I turn my car around, and drive as fast as I can in the flurry to Kurt's house. I get to Kurt's house and the door opens, Kurt steps out in his blazer. He smiles cutely to me. I blush and pull into his shoveled driveway. I step out of my heated car, into the frigid weather, and I open the passenger door for Kurt.
"Thank you," he says. His voice is muffled by his red scarf covering his mouth. I smile, and close the door behind him. I jog over to my side of the car and get in my car. I rub my hands together in front of the heater to warm them up since I don't have my gloves on.
"So did you have enough time to get ready?" I ask looking over to Kurt. He looks over to me.
"Yeah, but I didn't get to drink tea because I had to help my dad shovel the driveway," he says. I start driving to practice. "What did you do in the spare time?"
"Um, I mostly looked over songs to practice today. I was thinking the Warbler's could go caroling sometime for extra practice, and plus I think it will be fun," I say turning over to look at Kurt. His face lights up.
"That would be great!" he says excitedly clapping. His clapping is soft because he has gloves on. He then starts listing songs that would be great for us to sing a cappella. I occasionally glance over at Kurt while driving. He is so adorable. One time he catches me looking at him. I quickly look back at the road. I can see Dalton Academy in the distance. When we get to Dalton, we step out of the car. We meet in front of my car. Kurt takes my hand. My hand is instantly warm, like my blushing face.