A/N:This fic is completely based off of one of my favorite songs, Blue Lips by Regina Spektor. You should listen to the song first or with or after to understand the slight random points of the story.
Enjoy. (:
Kurt Hummel tripped and fell over a foot. As his tormentors walked away he continued to lay there on the ground thinking to himself, "God, this is all there is?"
He closed his eyes and pictured a perfect world. A world that was pure and whole and then his pictures began to breathe. Kurt could feel the harmony and peace and felt something he hadn't felt in a while, something he hadn't felt since his mother died. Kurt Hummel felt happy. His imagination took him faster, and further; sped through life, showing him all the glorious things that were to come. Kurt could feel the genuine smile on his face. Everyone did what they did by instinct, by feeling. They were undiscriminating and excepting and finally Kurt felt like he belonged somewhere.
When Kurt opened his eyes and returned to the imperfect reality he tried to move on. He took a step but grew tired and told himself, "I'll rest a little while." But when he tried again to walk, he saw that life was flawed. People hurried fast, real fast, and no one ever smiled. Kurt felt that reality was a lie that there must be something, anything else. He thought that there must be a more absolute life that existed outside this blue, blue planet.
But as soon as Kurt returned to his perfected universe there was something wrong. People had moved on from Kurt's time and were evolving. They chopped down that tree of knowledge to build fences and houses. They no longer showed true feeling and would smile real wide for the camera. Their smiles were fake; artificial, like sweetener, leaving a bad aftertaste in his mouth. Such flaws were contagious each victim became less and less self-sacrificing and evolved, becoming more greedy and selfish. They were all enslaved and assembled in lines. Obeying every command of falsified satisfaction; surrendered all the hope and love so that they would fit into some sort of mold that deemed happiness.
Kurt woke a second time, shattered and torn. The tears wouldn't stop streaming out of his eyes and once again he felt like defective placeless object.