This is my first time writing outside of the HP fandom, and I'm really scared. So, please bare with me...
Disclaimer: I do not or have I ever own Glee nor do I own The Phantom of The Opera. I also do not own the songs I use. The songs are either from Andrew Lloyd Webber or a random artist.
Warnings: This is a Klaine fanfic, but Kadam comes at the end... Don't worry Klainers, I have the sequel already in mind. If you don't like Slash, I suggest you leave right now. I love all of you...
Kurt Hummel, at the healthy age of 21, worked as a costume manager in Broadway. He felt bad for not actually performing, but to be beside that stage as close as possible was dream come true. Kurt loved to sing, even though he'll totally disagree if you asked him. When he was alone, he would sing unbelievable high notes, that an average human can't possibly reach. He would often hear this godly voice, a voice that teaches him, urges him, and make him stand possibly higher than any performer. He would claim he was crazy, since hearing voices isn't exactly normal. But, that was just the beginning.
Night time was scary. Because, from the distant corner of his room. He swears he hears a voice sing. He would shrug it off, and just fall into the arms of the sandman. Sometimes, he thinks it's just his mind playing these tricks on him. How he wished it was. He sounded crazy already, and it worries him. He watches Sebastian, the star of the show, sing the notes in a very high pitched voice, that sounded rather unpleasant to his ears.
"Kurt? We should have the dresses ready..." Santana instructs, as she helped Tina stretch. Kurt smiled fondly at her, she was her second mother. He knows she's just a few months older, but she was the closest thing to a family he's got now with Tina. Burt Hummel died of cancer, and Kurt had been moping around about a year and half. What made him stop? Well, the promise of an angel coming down to help him, was his safety blanket... His comfort zone...
Kurt believed. He always does, and he'll never stop.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you Rachel Berry and Marley Rose... " Mr. Shuester came in with two girls following behind him.
"I'm sure, you all heard their recent success in the film industry... Rumors had spread about my early retirement, and I would like to sadly confirm it... I believe you are in excellent hands" He later adds.
"We are very excited to work with all of you!" Rachel smiles brightly, and clasped her hands together.
"Yes, and we will do anything to continue the popularity of Broadway... with the help of our Patron, Adam Crawford."
Kurt's head snapped towards the door, as Adam walked in. Was it really him? He was still handsome as ever.
"I am glad to help Broadway... My parents and I would fund as much as you need." Kurt remembers how smitten he was with the boy's London accent. Kurt leaned on the rack of costumes.
"Hey, Kurt! What's with the goo goo eyes?" Tina asks.
"It's Adam... We were sort of a couple back then..."
"Oh, he's handsome, Kurt..."
"I know... We grew up together, he was my childhood sweet heart... He called me 'Kurtie', I bet he doesn't recognize me..." Kurt says, as Adam simply walked past him without the single glance.
"He didn't even see you!" Tina says pointedly, as Kurt simply shrugged it off.
"Ehem, ehem..." Sebastian coughs, and smiles at Mr. Shue.
"Ms. Rachel, Ms. Marley, I am proud to present the star of the show... Mr. Sebastian Smythe"
"Pleasure..." The both say, as Sebastian reached for their hands and lay kisses upon them.
Rehearsals, were going smoothly... Until, it was time for Sebastian's solo... It was a high song. Kurt thought that maybe it was his unpleasant voice that caused a bag to fall nearly on Sebastian's back, making him topple over the stage and onto the orchestra floor. Laughter came upon the lips of the watchers, as Sebastian climbed back on stage, his suit white with flour, and an angry scowl on his face.
"What the hell was that?!" He asks angrily.
"Sebastian, it could've been Karofsky..." Mr. Shue implies, causing everyone to look up to Karofsky. Except for Sebastian, who was to stubborn and arrogant to listen, he ran to bathroom promising to never come back.
"Don't look at me... I was dri- I mean eating! I wasn't at my post... Maybe, a ghost was..." David smirks at the frightened faces.
"The Phantom of the Broadway House? You seriously believe in that myth?" Rachel asks in disbelief.
"I received a letter... from the Broadway Ghost..." Santana hands Rachel the envelope.
"He welcomes you to his Broadway House, as usual he demands that box 4 will be empty for his use... Also, he's salary is due..."
"His Broadway House? His Salary?" Marley rereads the letter.
"Um, yeah. Mr. Shue would pay him $3,000 a month..."
"$3,000 a month?!"
"Unless you can afford more... with Adam as your patron..." Santana snaps sarcastically.
"Well, we were going to make that announcement tonight during Gala. But, we lost our star, so you can forget about that, as we refund a full house as we lose more money!" Kurt winced at Rachel voice.
"Kurt Hummel can sing it..."Santana points out.
"Can you? Would you?" Marley's eyes begged
"I'm not sure, Marley... I mean, he's just a costume manager..." Rachel hesitates.
"Well, if you can find a star, who can reach those notes... Be my guest... You're missing out you know... He was taught well..." Santana raises her eyebrows.
"Who?" Rachel eyes Kurt suspiciously.
"I don't know his name." Kurt says quietly.
"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, JUST GIVE A SHOT!" Santana exclaims in frustration, before mumbling something in Spanish.
"Go on..." Rachel sighs.
Kurt takes a deep breath...
"Think of me... Think of me fondly..."
A/N: Sorry, I promise to improve...
