So I thought I'd give writing another try and just in time to keep you all company for when glee finish's :D My aim is to upload a new chapter every week, and hopefully they will be a lot bigger then this one as this is just a starting base: P Hope you all like this as a start off, this stories going to be a sort of troubled Blaine and a teacher Kurt : D
Chapter 1
"Mr Schue, we've been here for ages already, what's going on?" I asked. Mr Schue hardly ever called meetings, and considering the last time he did we found out he was leaving for some 'prestigious' event as he called it, we were all eager to find out what was going on.
"Ok guys, as you know my trip for the blue ribbons panel is coming up in a few days, which means' I won't be here for much longer." Loud groans erupted from around the room as Mr Schue attempted to calm everyone down, batting his hands up and down.
"Hey guys come on, I know sectionals are coming up, which is precisely why I have taken to finding you the best replacement possible. So, everyone say a big hello to Mr Hummel.
I looked over towards the door just in time to see the most breathtaking man stride in with a large grin plastered on his face. His radiant chestnut hair was neatly quaffed on the top of his head and his brown eyes sparkled in the light. A sharp gasp left my mouth causing half the glee club to turn round and look at me expectantly.
"You ok there Blaine?" Mr Schue inquired.
"Y-yes I'm fine, just stubbed my foot on the chair." I lied, knowing I was fooling no one with my cherry red face. Curse my awful lying skills!
"Right. So anyway, this is Mr Hummel and he's going to be helping out with you guys while I'm gone. Now I know you're all worried, but I assure you I leave you in capable hands. Mr Hummel was one of my best glee students back when we first won nationals." He looked over to Mr Hummel, and a proud grin was shared between them.
"So let me get this straight. You used to come to this hell hole of a school, and when you finally escaped you come back? Dude, what's wrong with you!" Puck shouted out.
Devil thighs – as I'd taken to calling him in my head due to those preposterously tight pants he was wearing- seemed to turn a light shade of red as he stepped forward.
"School wasn't the best the best time for me, but when Mr Schue called me saying he needed some help I jumped at the chance. Glee club was what helped me to last through school. It was my safe haven, and I want to help make it as good for you guys to." Wow. If I thought this guys pants where the only thing that was going to shorten my breath, I was gladly mistaken. His voice sounded like the calm hum of an angel, and it leads my heart to beat that little bit faster.
Stuck in my own mind, I didn't notice I had been staring until his face met mine. Everything in the room crashed to a halt as his eyes bore into mine. They seemed to light up for a short second as a smile was passed my way, before he pulled his face away brisk-fully, trying to look interested at a non existent spot on the floor. I dreamed that right? Why would his eyes light up when he looked at me? Yeah, it was probably just my mind making it up.
Rachael stood up and stormed over to the middle of the room where she positioned herself so she was half turned, to address both the group, and the two men standing at the front.
"I mean no disrespect Mr Schue, but winning nationals a few years ago doesn't mean he's good enough to coach a group of our vocal ability. I mean, how do we know he can even still sing anymore? I think as vocal leader of the group, I'm putting it out there that although we thank you for your time Mr Hummel, I think we'll wait until we can find somebody who we know can really help us. And in the meantime Mr Schue, I'm happy to take over and teach and few things to those less capable in the club."
Most of the group blanched at the thought of Rachael having the authority of telling them what to do. Rachael was a friend of mine, but sometimes I think she's too stuck up for her own good. And I'm not just thinking that because she insulted devil thighs! No not at all.
"Rachael I understand your concern, but do you really think I would leave you with someone who I didn't think could look after you all? And I assure you Kurt is one of the best singers that…" Mr Schue Started before he was sharply cut off.
"I can sing for you if you want?" Kurt offered from the side of the room. He had a slightly mischievous glint in his eye and a small smile playing on the corner of his lips. What was this guy up to?
"Kurt you don't have to do…."
"That would be very helpful Mr Hummel, although I can't promise that me and the group would let you coach us afterwards."
Devil Thighs, or Kurt as I'd just picked up, simply nodded and walked to the centre of the room, causing Mr Schue and Rachael to take a seat among us.
There was a part of me that wanted Kurt to be awful, just so I could find something to prove he wasn't the perfect specimen I could see before me, but the other half just wanted him to be amazing, just to rub it into Rachael's face. I soon realised I had nothing to worry about.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a bittersweet melody began to fill the room.
Share my life, take me for what I am,
cause I'll never change, all my colours for you.
I don't really need to look, very much further,
I don't want to have to go, where you don't follow.
I will hold it back again, this passion inside.
can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hideee.
Although it started off slow and quite, Kurt seemed to gain confidence after each line and was now holding his head high facing the rest of the group. Every so often his eyes would pass mine and I'd take in a sharp breath, trying not to be as obvious as last time.
Don't make me close, one more door,
I don't wanna hurt, anymore,
stay in my arms if you dare,
Or must I imagine you there,
Don't walk away from me,
I have nothing, noting, nothing,
If I don't have you, you ,
If I don't have you oo, oh.
By this point my eyes where wide and my mouth was hanging open. His delicate voice was the single most amazing thing I had ever heard in my life.
"Wow Kurt, I didn't think it was possible for you to get better over time!" Mr Schue practically screeched, clapping his hands together before walking over to Kurt and resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks Mr Schue. I just want to make sure that you and the rest of your group know, that I am more then capable of running this team, and I have every intention of getting you through sectionals." Kurt smugly addressed Rachael.
Rachael's face visibly started to burn up while she quickly cast her face downwards, as the rest of us stayed silent, still In shock.
"OK guys. So I'm going to leave you here with Kurt, let you get to know each other, all of you be nice!" Mr Schue stated before he walked out the door.
We all looked over expectantly at Kurt, awaiting another speech.
"Erm hey. So, I kinda think we got off on the wrong foot a little. So I want to try something. Were going to go around and I want a name and an interesting fact about yourself. I really want to get to know you all. I'll start. My names Kurt Hummel and I am absolutely obsessed with fashion." He finished with a cute smile on his lips. Cute? What am I doing? I cant have a crush on a teacher! And especially not with my circumstances. Get a grip Anderson!
"My name's Brittney and my cat Lord Tubington has recently just joined the KKKK."
Kurt raised his eyebrow
"What's the KKKK?"
"It's the clue cluts clan for cats silly."
I shook my head and let out a long sigh. Brittney was a lovely girl she really was, but I just sometimes wonder where she gets all of this nonsense from.
Looking back up I let myself gaze at Kurt while he was otherwise preoccupied. His body was amazing. Although slim in some areas, he had pronounced curves in all the right places. He was wearing some deliciously tight jeans, which hugged his thighs perfectly. They looked as though they needed to be painted on every morning. Above that he had an orange T-shirt that just rested on top of his chest, which was placed under a silky, grey waistcoat. He looked to be around 5ft 9, only a little taller then me, but he held his body with such pride, back straight up and head hung high, the perfect model of confidence. His sea blue eyes where soft, with a hint of awareness. My mum used to tell me that peoples eyes are the gateway to there soul. That was when she still talked to me.
The memory, although no longer raw, still brought a tear to my eye.
"And how about yo…hey, are you ok?" A nervous voice asked.
My head shot up to a long queue of eyes starring down at me in concern. I quickly raised my hand to wipe away the stray tear that ran down my face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Would it be ok if I just take a minute outside?" I knew from experience that staying in this room isn't going to stop it from all just coming out of me, I just needing a quick breather outside to get back into character.
"Sure, Yeah that's fine go ahead. Take as long as you need." Kurt pushed, looking at me with pity. And that's why I never stay. All the concerned looks of pity. I just can't deal with it.
I rushed outside the door, where I could then rest my head on a cold locker. I let out a long sigh as I let my knees bend so I could crouch on the floor. It's not like I didn't often think about my parents. It juts doesn't usually affect me like this. I guess I just bottle it up so much that it all just pores out at random intervals.
While I continued to take a few deep breaths, begging the water works to stay at bay for just a little while longer, I heard the door that I just exited, slowly creep open while a slim figure slipped out.
"Hey, are you ok?" A calming voice asked. Great. This was the last person I wanted to cry in front of. I took one last deep breath before pulling myself back up, determined to keep my calm composure.
"I'm fine thanks. Just needed to cool down a bit." I said, determined not to make eye contact with him. That was until I felt a cool hand drop into my shoulder. My face shot up towards his, wondering what he was doing.
"You don't have to lie to me you know. I know I'm sort of a stranger to you, but I know what it's like when everything just gets on top of you. Do you want to talk about it?" His eyes bore into mine, full of understanding. For a minute I just wanted to tell him everything. It's like all my problems were drawn to him, dying to be let free to this beautiful man. But I couldn't. My problems were exactly that. My problems, no one else's. I couldn't bombard this wonderful man with my pathetic life.
"N-no. I'm fine. It's nothing that I can't sort out. I have to go. Do you mind if I leave a bit earlier today? I promise that I'll…" I rushed, desperately needing to get away from here.
"Don't even worry about it, that's fine. I'll see you tomorrow ok? And by the way, I hope you get everything sorted out." He gave me one last smile before he wondered back off into the choir room. The spot on my shoulder suddenly went cold.
I stayed there for a little while. Just staring at the space that had just before been filled. How was this guy even real?
Later that night I just I just lay under my thin cover; knee's shaking onto my chest. I no longer had to hold onto the tears, just letting them drop down my face. Nights are my time to just ponder what went wrong. Since my insomnia started I've had a lot of time on my hands. At first I used to just wonder how to hide what was going on in my life, but after I perfected that, my time is now used on reminiscing. Even if it did hurt.
The loud bangs from next door where still vibrating through the wall's and floors. Funnily enough these sounds are sort of comforting to me after these past few months, they provide me with comfort on these lonely nights.
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