I do not own Glee or the characters from the show that are portrayed in this fic. I do not own The Notebook. I was just really bored and lying in hammock and the idea of a TheNotebook!Klaine fic just kind of hit me like a freight train. I don't think I'm going to add in the Duke/Allie nursing home story line. Sorry loves If it's awful, I'm really sorry. I've only written a few fics before. This is kind of my summer project when I'm not at work. I suppose if you are still reading this intro, you're probably going to read the story so enjoy! (And please leave reviews or anything if you like it or not.)

Common Men With Common Thoughts

By BBSpacey

Chapter 1: The Carnival

I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten, but in one respect, I've succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me, that has always been enough.

Kurt stared out the window and remembered the story. The story of his love.


It was early June of 1940. Summer had just begun in Lima, Ohio. It was a time for freedom, a time for laughter, a time for love. The carnival had arrived in town and the crowd flocked to the endless entertainment of ferris wheels, bumper cars, and cotton candy. The air was filled with the liveliness of its inhabitants. Children were pulling on their mother's sleeves and trying to lead them to the next exciting ride. A man was trying to outsmart one of the many games to win his girl a prize. Friends were slamming bumper cars into each other and erupting with laughter.

Kurt Hummel arrived at the carnival with his friend Finn. Finn was rambling on about how the many games were fixed and the ups and downs of his relationship with Rachel, Kurt's other close friend. He took a deep breath of the air and instantly knew that something was going to happen tonight. The laughter that drifted from the bumper cars reached Kurt's ears, and he heard the most beautiful sound of joy coming from a stranger's mouth. He turned to see a boy with black hair being jerked back and forth with the constant crashing of his car. It was gelled down to tame the curls that were coming loose as the ride became rowdy. Kurt studied his face. His entire body froze when he saw that smile. He was convinced that it was what was lighting up this carnival because it shone so much brighter than any of those lights. Everything was happiness.

"Who…who's that?" Kurt stammered in a rush to get the words out. He needed to know.

Finn looked down at his friend and was obviously annoyed by his total disinterest in what Finn was talking about. He looked back up and followed Kurt's eyes.

"You mean that guy in the red car by Rachel?"

Kurt just kept staring, and Finn took that as a yes.

"His name is Blaine Anderson. He's here for the summer with his family. His family is pretty close with Rachel's, so Rachel's parents asked her to show him around. His dad has got more money than God."

Kurt detected the annoyance in Finn's voice at the fact that his girlfriend had to hang around with another guy. A rich guy. Rachel looked up at the boys and excitedly waved. Finn held up the sheep doll that he just won for her, and her smile got even bigger, but Kurt missed all of this. He couldn't take his eyes off that boy as the name repeated over and over in his head. Blaine.


Blaine, Rachel, and various other people stumbled out of the bumper car arena still in fits of laughter. Rachel and Blaine went on rambling excitedly while a fiercely attractive Latina girl linked her arm through Blaine's and pressed herself up close to him. He was a little taken a back, but he smiled nonetheless and kept talking.

Finn sighed in relief. If Santana and Blaine were here together, he wasn't worried about the infidelity of Rachel. Kurt, however, had a different reaction. Every gear in his mind was turning at full speed. He needed to catch Blaine's attention. He needed to do something. He took a deep breath and began to walk towards the approaching crowd, stopping right in front of Santana.

"You want to dance with me?"

Finn and Rachel stared at Kurt shell shocked. No one knew what he was doing. Even Kurt.

"No," she replied.

Santana looked confused. She glanced around at the people around her and up at Blaine. It took all the will power that Kurt had to ignore his reaction. He wanted to see how Blaine was looking at him. He wanted to see his soul.

"Why not?"

"'Cause I don't want to."

She shifted in her feet, and Kurt's eyes involuntarily looked at Blaine. Those eyes. The color flushed out of Kurt's face as he took in the eyes that were staring straight back at him. At first, Kurt thought they were brown. They were tame and refined. They looked sculpted from years of structure and discipline. More was revealed as he looked closer. Bright spots of green shined out giving him a hidden look of curiosity and excitement. There was something different about this boy. Kurt could see it hidden in his eyes.

Blaine was just as shocked and confused as everyone else. He had never seen someone act so confident and upfront, and the way Kurt looked at him… Blaine suddenly felt his heart rate increasing and unfamiliar butterflies began to flutter in his stomach. Blaine quickly broke the eye contact and shifted on his feet uncomfortably. He saw Santana glaring at him insisting that he does something.

"Hey Santana, you want to ride the Ferris wheel?"

"I'd love to," she smirked and took a tighter grip on Blaine's arm pulling him with her. Blaine took one more look at Kurt before almost running into him. For a split second their faces were inches away from each other. They could feel each other's nervous breath.

"Excuse me," Blaine gave a nervous smile and walked away, while Kurt just stood there still stunned from what just happened. He couldn't do anything but smile.

"Kurt Hummel," Rachel giggled as they walked away.

"What?" Blaine's interest or lack of interest in Santana quickly switched to Rachel who seemed to be talking about the boy they just saw.

"He works at the garage that Finn works at," Rachel said. "His dad, Burt, owns it."

"Oh…" Blaine really didn't know what to say. He wanted to find out more, but he was afraid to show too much interest. He's worked so hard to be normal. Maybe he should just keep his mouth shut and deal with Santana. "He's so…confident."

"Yeah. That's Kurt though. When he sees something he wants, he's got to have it. I'm surprised he even came over. He's never liked Santana before."

A little bit of hope inside of Blaine died. He didn't know what he was hoping for in the first place. He looked over at Santana who was still clinging onto his arm and leading him to the passenger car designated for them. She was attractive. All the other guys at the park seemed head over heels in love with her…or in lust with her. Blaine just stared. She wasn't really his type. He guessed Kurt was just like the other guys. Why should he be any different?


Kurt's eyes were in constant circles that night, for he couldn't direct his gaze away from the ferris wheel…or the people that occupied it. Santana was snuggled up close to Blaine shooting him looks that would cause other men to drop to their knees. Not Blaine. He just smiled graciously at the attention and enjoyed the ride. Kurt's head began to ache. Whether it was from the constant movement of his eyes or the idea of what he was about to do next, he didn't know. What he did know is that he is one hundred percent out of his mind.

Kurt began to run. His feet drove him forward, one foot right after the other. He didn't care about the people he bumped into. He didn't hear the shouts directed towards him. His feet hit the metal of the ferris wheel's base. He timed it well enough to find himself colliding with the passenger car that held the two people that captured his attention the most.

"Don't touch me!" Santana screeched as Kurt situated himself between Santana and Blaine.

Blaine's arm had been draped around Santana's shoulders, but because of the new arrangements, it found its way around Kurt's. Neither of them acted like they noticed though all Kurt could concentrate on was the fact that their bodies were touching. Leg against leg. Arm against shoulder. Shit. Kurt thought. He needed to be paying attention to Santana right now.

"Kurt, what are you doing?" Santana's frustration was completely obvious.

"Santana, what…?" Blaine was startled.

"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel. It's nice to meet you," Kurt quickly turned towards Blaine, shook his hand, and turned back towards Santana. Oh how he wished he could have stayed there, but that wasn't part of the plan, and this had to work.

"You can't do that, Kurt!" a carnival worker stopped the ride with a jolt.

"I'll pay you when I get down, Sam!" Kurt kept his eyes on Santana. "I would really like to take you out."

"Kurt! No more than two people to a car!"

"Okay!" Kurt stopped what he was doing and studied the Ferris wheel around him. "Alright…" he muttered to himself, and launched himself onto a rail that served as support for the ride. He dangled in front of the couple and mentally praised himself for the years he spent practicing gymnastics everywhere from his dad's shop to trees in the country.

People all over the carnival stopped in their tracks to see the crazy boy above. People began to yell. Rachel and Finn were a couple of cars below. Finn was trying to coax Kurt to stop as Rachel practically threatened him with death.

"Now will you go out with me?" Kurt tried to make this look harder than it actually was.

"No."

"No?"

"No!"

"No?"

"Okay," Blaine interrupted. His face was filled with worry and concern. "I think…I think you have proved your point. Santana…"

"NO!"

Kurt let a hand drop. He began to worry about himself. This was getting risky, and his hands weren't getting any dryer.

"Oh god. My fingers are slipping."

"Then grab the bar you idiot!" Rachel's voice boomed up at him, and he tried not to chuckle.

There was a long moment of silence between the three of them. All in wonder of what the others would do. All with three completely different emotions. Kurt was amused. He felt like his plan was working swimmingly. Santana was in a rage. She looked as if she wanted to be the cause of Kurt falling. Blaine was in a shock. He couldn't believe someone would go to this length for a date, and he certainly didn't want him to fall.

Kurt made a grunt that sounded as if he was truly struggling to hold on. The noise broke the silence, and Blaine jumped into action.

"She'll go out with you."

"What?" Santana seriously looked like she was going to punch someone now.

Blaine unsuccessfully tried to give her a look that begged for understanding.

"Now, I don't need your pity."

"She'll go out with you."

"Blaine!"

"Santana!" Blaine turned back to Kurt. "She'll go out with you. She'll go out with you! I'LL GO OUT…!"

Blaine cut himself off quickly and glanced up at Kurt to see if the boy had heard the slip he made. Kurt stared back at him with complete shock in his eyes. Everything between them froze, and hope with a small sense of panic seemed to hang in the air. Neither really knew if that just happened or if they only imagined it.

"Oh you think you're so smart don't you?" Santana was completely oblivious to the scene in front of her. Her eyes stared up at Kurt. They were cold and filled with revenge, and Kurt was actually afraid.

Santana leaned forward in her seat and directed her gaze towards Kurt's belt. She reached over and began to undo it and slide it out of the loop holes.

"Oh please," Kurt said. "Please not that belt."

She let it drop to the ground far below her and began to work on his pants. Kurt pleaded with her, but there was no use. He had to sleep in the bed he made. With one final movement she jerked his pants down to his ankles, so the whole world could see what was underneath.

The crowd erupted in laughter, and Kurt wanted to die. He felt the blood rushing to his face and up to his ears. He tried to make the situation better by reminding himself that he still had underwear on, but then he'd think of Blaine, and he went back to being mortified.

Then, he heard the whisper…

"I'm sorry."

Kurt opened his eyes and looked at Blaine who was staring back into his. The boy looked at up with him with an expression that was so genuine, Kurt didn't know what to do but stare, and that's how they stayed until they finally made their way back to Earth and went their separate ways.