1. Who's is that voice?
It was 6:30 in the evening. Rehearsals for West Side Story were going on. There was music coming from the dance studio. About 4 teenagers were already gathered. The rest were arriving in the parking lot. Two were in the hall, looking around. There was the light patter of footsteps coming from somewhere and no one could pinpoint the source.
"C'mon, we're going to be late!"
"But, Rachel, can't you hear it?"
Rachel groaned, but ran after the boy who was walking quickly through the hall.
Baby you're not alone,
'cause you're here with me,
and nothing's ever gonna bring us down
cuz nothing can keep me
from loving you
and you know its true
It don't matter what'll come to be,
Our love is all we need
to make it through
"Can't you hear it?"
"As adorable and romantic as I find this, I think you're nuts."
"Rachel...but my mom...she told me…"
"I know, Kurt, which is why I want to believe you. Rehearsals start in 10 minutes, come on. Let's get back."
Kurt sighed. He looked over his shoulder before continuing. There was that door that no one was allowed to go through. Everyone said it. But he had always wanted to go through it. He couldn't do it now, Rachel was waiting for him. He cleared his throat and turned back to the girl who was looking at him. Biting his lip, he reluctantly followed, but not before he looked down and picked up an envelope with a red seal on it. He stuffed it in his pocket, because it was not the only one he had found. But he kept them and read them.
I still have trouble
I trip and stumble
Trying to make sense of things sometimes
I look for reasons
But I don't need 'em
All I need is to look in your eyes
And I realize
The words came so naturally to him. He was the boy genius with a mind that flew rounds with beautiful words. But no one thought he was beautiful. No one understood how much he just wanted to be understood. Even as he wandered school, it was like he was an invisible wall to the boys who ran into him everyday. He always knew he was different, but was never sure why. There was, however, one boy in particular who he watched from a distance. The boy with pure talent, with the voice of an angel. It was he who he was completely in love with. It was he who he needed.
He listened as the two made conversation, hearing about the door that led to his dorm. No one was allowed in there. He couldn't talk to people. Only one person had heard him sing, and that person was the boy who didn't notice him. Walking back towards the curtain, he dropped the envelope, not before running his thumb over the embossed seal with the image of a bird on it. It was very vintage-like he created the design himself. He wasn't going to talk to anyone, and it was his way of contacting the outside world of his dorm, besides school.
That dorm was the only place where he could be himself. With his musical talent, he wanted no one else to know of his condition. He always had kept it hidden. Much to the prodding of the one person who wanted to help him however, he was allowed to keep a guitar and piano in that dorm. But he refused any other type of communication with others. Music was his only remedy. And it helped. A lot. He refused a foster home, and refused to live with someone in this "outside" world.
The footsteps had died down. No one was around. Everyone had gathered into the other room for rehearsal. He licked his lips and climbed down from the upper walkway above the stage carefully and quietly, and snuck back into that door.
Blaine Anderson was once again alone in the world.