Kurt spent his days just floating through – going to school, glee club, home, homework and sleep. Sure, during school he suffered the occasional shove and snarky comment, but he had gotten used to it. By now he felt like he had heard it all – every possible insult had been thrown his way – so only something very original and creative could really affect him.
Glee club used to be the highlight of his day. Even if the rest of the day had been as grey and uneventful as possible, he could still count on the club to bring some drama, laughter or colour to his life. But lately he felt detached from the club. All the usual drama had lost its spark; his laughter became mechanical because he had heard the jokes before. It was safe to say that he felt the colour slowly draining away and being replaced with the grey ordinarity of routine.
When he first started going to the glee club he hoped that the songs, the different genres, the dancing, even the promised "glee" would keep him entertained, involved, keep him feeling alive.
But he was wrong. He understood it now. No matter what new hobby he would take up in the end it would still become just another thing in his life, another step in the routine. Kurt's life was fine, he felt... content with it. But he wanted to care, he wanted to feel something deep and meaningful, he wanted, he wished, he hoped...
There should be no mistake: he loved his family and friends. Burt, Finn and Carole were the most important people in his life. He loved them with all his heart, especially Burt, but somehow the love had become a part of the routine. Going out in the morning, yelling "Love you!" to his father, hearing the words repeated back at him... It just felt so mundane and simple.
He longed for something exciting, something that would sweep him of his feet. But in all the years he spent in this world he had discovered that the every new thing he tried excited him only in the first month or so, and new hobbies didn't possess the ability to sweep him of his feet.
He was starting to lose hope. On the outside he looked like always – great fashion sense, perfect skin and styled hair – but the spark in his eyes was fading.
Kurt Hummel was starting to lose his joy of life.
Blaine never ceased to be amazed by the world. He spent his day in school amazed by all the new information his teachers tried to teach him. However, he soon learned to hide his amazement because of being constantly told by his father that "Fine new gentlemen should always keep their composure and keep their emotions in check." Since Blaine loved his family, he worked hard to please his father.
Still, no matter how hard he tried, he had no control over the way his eyes always seemed to sparkle. The only time his eyes lost the sparkle was when he admitted to his family that he was, in fact, gay. He decided to take this important step after spending a nice game night with his family. It had been an evening filled with laughter, fun and feeling of being loved. It all changed after Blaine spoke the words. His father instantly dropped the dice he was holding and stiffly walked out of the room. His mother watched him with wide and tearful eyes and said "Wh – why would you do that to us? Why?" and burst into tears. His brother just looked at him without saying a word. Then his father returned and said "We can fix this. Tomorrow I will talk to my workmates and find you a nice girlfriend. You're just confused. My son is not a fag." The words hurt him like nothing before. It's safe to say that it was the worst night of his life.
Blaine started to take up a lot of new hobbies to find less and less time at home. The hobbies helped him forget his troubles and brought back the sparkle in his eyes.
His favorite way to pass time soon became the glee club. The opportunity to sing songs, dance to the beat and even sing harmonies in the background was just what he needed. The harder it was at home, the more he waited for the glee practice to sing his heart out. He put all of his sorrow in his performances and it helped.
Blaine Anderson was a person who felt deeply, got hurt and the got over it with the help of singing; he felt an immense joy of life.
Neither of the boys knew that soon their lives would change. One of them would find the spark that would bring the joy and colour back into his life. The other would find a remedy to his sadness that was better than music.