Summary: Kurt Hummel is a resident band geek. When Brad, his band teacher goes on vacation Kurt is assigned to be the pianist for the Glee club. He intends to get the job done and return to his life of being the nameless gay kid. Until the fact that he can sing is discovered by the Gleeks.
Notes: Just messing with Kurt's part of S1. Because of my alterations things will be a little (a lot) different on his part. But, as said. The main ideas are there. Also, I wrote this because I noticed the band kids don't get a lot of shit. I wanted to explore why.
Maybe I was just being ungrateful; or maybe I just didn't realize how special I should feel for the offer.
All I knew is that as a band geek, you got little or no recognizance from your peers. The bullying would still go on but it's almost as if you were faceless. I already stuck out like a sore thumb when I'd vocalize my opinions. It was enough for bullies from middle school to snicker in class or push me into to the locker. Oh gaga forbid someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed and decided the dumpster toss me as well.
But the nameless, faceless-ness was mutual. I had nothing to insult them off of besides their size and behavior. While they had nothing on me besides my voice. Which almost screamed gay. We had nothing to address each other by, just blind-and maybe some not so far fetched insults. It's just how it worked, and thats for almost every social group. No one really knew each other outside of their clubs, the bullying was never bad. But it was there.
At the the beginning of sophomore year, the sunrise symbolizing a brand new chapter in high school—bodies were being pushed around in the hall ways in the rush to the bulletin board. I probably looked like an out of place freshmen with even more out of place attire. I've yet to have a growth spurt and was still rather short. And considering the fact the only people who even knew me were my freshman band mates, band teacher and bullies. I would not doubt the question rising when I walk into my sophomore homeroom would be 'Aren't you a freshie?'.
I groan, leaning back on the set of lockers as I wait for the crowd to disappear.
When there is no one left but a petite brunette staring up what I am assuming is a sign up sheet—I walk over, automatically searching for the band sign ups. A small smile creeps onto my lips at the thought of not having to stay after school for band practice with the freshman, and rather have class during the day instead. I pick up the pencil that is dangling on the abused piece of string.
"Are you going to do glee?"
I add a dot at the bottom of the L in my name, this has been my signature after I have read the love letters my dad had hidden in my moms dresser after she had passed on. She had done this with her signature, and I felt the need to as well. My eyes do not avert themselves from the sheet as I respond, memorizing the times.
"No, I can only imagine it interferes with my band practice. And even if the times don't clash I'd need the time for my piano lessons."
There is silence and I can feel the girl staring me down. Sighing, I turn to her as gives me this look.
"Well certainly make time. Of course I am very aware not everyone is fortunate to be as talented as I am in the arts. But you have to be very educated if you spend a frequent amount of time with instruments. If this is about being insecure about you voice, it's understandable and we could always put you in the background to harm-"
I make a loud, aggravated groaning noise. For once I actually look at her and am more than appalled. Not only was this girl friggin' insane, but she also dressed like a little girl. Which makes me question her sanity even more.
"Okay, sweetheart. Stop right there. I don't care what it is. Singing, dancing, performing. I will not be pushed to the back and let whatever talent I have go unnoticed. That being said, my interest does not rest in the vocal arts." I stop, letting my word's linger as I take in her confused expression. I smile smugly and raise my chin as I finish, the perfect touch to make anyone feel small.
"And I certainly don't want to be seen around someone not only shorter than me, but who is also fashionably retarded."
BAM.
Her mouth opens slightly and she looks offended. I just roll my eyes and saunter off to my homeroom. Leaving her to watch me leave.
That stupid sign up sheet had changed so much MHS. And it broke too many rules. It's like everything went to hell at Mckinley the next month to follow. All the groups were scrambled and messed up.
But for some reason we were left untouched, we band kids. We were in no means a family or protective of each other. We really had no reason to be. We have never once done anything to stick out, which gave us no reason to stick together. So it's like we had no play in the social status pyramid. The only thing that could cause us to step into the light and end the faceless-ness would be the seniors who offered to play for the Glee kids. But even then, it was like a job you didn't want. You go in, get it done and go out without notice.
It's a job I could honestly say I never wanted, to. But knew as my music instructor had a firm grip on my shoulder, staring into my green eyes; was one that I'd have to take.
"Why me?" I squeak, frowning. Brad sighs and closes his eyes. Hes going to give me his 'I've known you since 2nd grade' talks, I know it. And mentally prepare myself for it as he begans to speak.
"Kurt..I'm going to be gone for awhile..Your the only one experienced enough to pick up a song just by looking at the notes. I've know you, I taught you. I know you work too hard on complicated pieces. And I know you need to have some sort of fun, your dad's worried because when your not practicing your listening to your mom singing 'My Wish' by the Rascall Flats on the cassette she left you. That's like your torturing yourself. You may not like it at first. But I know you, and I think this would be good for you..."
I look down as I mull it over. I don't want to do it. But I know hes right. I play too many complicated pieces and never try to have fun. I spend all my time in my room watching some fashion show, shopping online or—as said. Torturing myself.
I feel his eyes on me as I finally look up.
"Fine."
He smiles at me, and I knew instantly that I would regret this in the end.
Reviews are welcome but not necessary. And oh. If I we're to pair Kurt up, who would you like it to be with? No Blaine. I'm sorry but I only touch that pairing for smutt and dark!Blaine. He doesn't even show up in the season this is taken place in anyways. I'll add the crush on Finn but that won't be totally serious at all, I have plans for Carol and Burt.
My favorite Pairs with Kurt are:
Purt
Kurtofsky
St Hummel
Kurttany
I'm thinking St Hummel...I think in a weird way I might be able to get that to work. But there is a lot of time til anything relationship wise happens.