I have read the Fiction Metamorphosis by gleefulmusings but there are a lot of things that I don't like about this fiction, about how Kurt is so handsome and lose his look (I mean blond hair and tan skin ?) And it is impossible to know so many languages perfectly in a short time like he has. In reality a lot of things show that the author had never being in a foreign country (at least in europe) for a long stay. I am French. There are, I am pretty sure, some mistakes. I hope it would not stop you from reading this Fiction. I don't know where it will lead me. I'd like some feebacks and ideas. Should I focus on Kurt in France ? Or should I focus on his return ? What would you like to see ?
Kurt was watching the calm street from the living room's window with his earphone on. He was home alone, Carole was at the hospital and Finn and his dad were again at one of those bounding night. Without him.
Mes chers parents, je pars
Je vous aime mais je pars
Vous n'aurez plus d'enfant
Ce soir
He had this sad expression, his face pale. This song was his secret. He could sing it in his room without anyone in the house knowing anything. No one in the family understood French.
Je n'm'enfuis pas je vole
Comprenez bien, je vole
Sans fumée, sans alcool
Je vole, je vole
He sighed. Even if he was listening to this song since he had discovered it and that it was expressing exactly his dream of evasion, he still had not found out the force to follow its words.
He was feeling down. No, he was feeling worse than down. Like the whole world was crushing him. Even if he could be happy now, his dad's health was better, and he had a step-mother and a step-brother. A family. But he was feeling so alone. So far from everything. Everyone was pushing him around, weather because they were some homophobic Neanderthals or because they had other things to do, his friends were pushing him away, he did not really why. They refused to acknowledge that the bullying was happening without them doing anything, it must have being something about feeling guilty.
It was a strange song with double interpretations. Originally it was about a boy committing suicide, and really Kurt would be lying he would say that have never thought about it. But recently it has being sang in a French movie, were the daughter is actually living the house, growing up and being free.
Kurt is not a liar.
He would like to go away.
Away from everything and just fly.
"Je vole…" he sang.
He always had dreamed of New York. It was about is dream of show business. Now he just wanted to be away. And out of his cage. New York would still feel like home, because it would always have been inside of him.
He should surprise himself. Break the routine. Break everything.
He set his eyes on a picture of him and his mother.
"C'est bizarre cette cage
Qui me bloque la poitrine
Je ne peux plus respirer
Ça m'empêche de chanter"
No one in glee ever asked him how he knew French, they just assumed he was good at it. Of course he was a really smart student, but his French level was really too high for having learning it only at school.
His mother was from Lille. A city in the north of France, close to the Belgium border and at one hour in train of Paris or London. He knew all that because he was sometime nostalgic and look about it on internet.
His grand-mother lived there.
Well close to it.
He never had called her.
Not as he should have.
Why?
He could not find the answer.
Suddenly Kurt took out his earphone and run in the entrance, he went through his father carnet of phone numbers.
"Estelle's mother +033 9 70 00 41 17"
He looked at the number a few seconds.
Then he grabbed the home phone and tapped the numbers. Instantly the ring started. One bell.
Two bell. Three bell. Four… "Allo?"
"Allo…"He hesitated.
"Qui est-ce ?" ("Who is it ? ")
"C'est Kurt. Kurt Hummel. Le fils d'Estelle." ("It's Kurt. Kurt Hummel. Estelle'son")
There was a silent moment during which Kurt wonder if she had hang up on him.
"Kurt ?" She said with a small voice.
"Oui. J'appel pour avoir des nouvelles" ("Yes, I'm calling to have some news.")
"Pourquoi appelles-tu réellement?" (Why do you really call for?) She had a weird voice, like she was struggling with strong emotions.
"Je suis désolé… euh… Je n'aurais pas dû appeler, c'est déplacé. ( "I am sorry… I shouldn't have called.")
There was another moment of silence, Kurt was about to say his goodbyes.
"Non. C'est juste que… ça fait si longtemps…" ("No. It is just that… it's been a long time…")
"Quel âge as tu ?" ("How old are you?")
"J'ai seize ans." ("I am sixteen.")
"Seize ans…"
"J'aurais dû appeler plus souvent. Pardon. " ("I should have call more often.")
"Oui. Tu aurais dû. D'ailleurs ton père aurais dû te faire appeler. J'ai perdu ma fille il y a 8ans. Et avec elle mon petit-fils. " ("Yes, you should have. Your father should have made you call. I have lost my daughter 8 years ago and with her my grandson")
"Mon père était triste. " ("My father was sad")
"Triste ?! Il était dévasté. Mais je comprends. C'est dur. On est si loin. " ("Sad?! He was devastated. But I understand. It is hard. We are so far away.")
"Ecoutes, Kurt ce n'est pas que je ne veux pas te parler. Mais ici c'est la nuit." ("Listen, Kurt. It's not that I don't want to talk with you. But it's the middle of the night here.")
"Geez! Je suis désolé!" ("Geez! I am so sorry!")
"Pourquoi tu ne m'appellerais pas quand c'est le matin chez toi?" ("Why don't you call me when it the morning in your state?")
"Je le ferais, mamie." ("I'll do it, granny")
He heard her smile.
"D'accord mon ange. Bonne nuit." ("Ok, love. Have a good night.")
"Bonne nuit."
A week later, the all hummel-hudson family was at the table, enjoying their meal when Kurt launch the bomb.
"I need to get away for a while."
Burt stop eating and Finn stared at him weirdly.
"What are you talking about Kurt?"
"I need some time for myself."
"What do you mean, honey?" Asked Carole.
"I have been talking with mamie."
Burt stared at his son with wide eyes. "You've been talking to your grandma in France?"
You've got a grand-mother in France?!" Was Finn reaction.
"I think I should go there for the rest of the year."
"What dude! That fucked up why would you want to leave us just before sectional? How can you do that to us?!"
"Finn." Reproached Carole.
"We are just starting to adjust to our new family Kurt. It is not the time to go perfect your French skills."
Kurt's hands clenched into fists under the table.
"It is not about perfecting my French skills."
"What is it about then?" Asked his frustrated Father.
"It is about leaving. It is pretty simple to understand. I need to leave."
Everyone stopped eating.
"But Kurt, I don't get it? Why do you need to leave?"
"I am suffocating here! I have been bullied by everyone, at school, at glee, in the street, at home! I have been called so many names that I could pass an entire hour just listing them! I have been literary pushed around to the point of knocking myself on the lockers! I've been harassed …! And fucked I don't want to talk about it! Life here it going god damn wrong! I want to leave. I need fresh air. A new start. I need to see my grand-mother. I need to see where my mum came from. Where I come from. I can't continue like this. I can't built a new family without even knowing my true family. I can't built a future with that stupid present who doesn't make any sense. I have the feeling that I am wasting my life here… I just…"
He sighed.
"I am not well, dad." Tears came into is eyes.
His teary eyes and the tension in his body made Burt shivered.
"Well" Said his father linking his lips. "If you really need to. I'd like to talk about it with your grand-mother."
Kurt nodded while taking his fork back.
"But, Kurt I'd prefer you do not wait until the last moment to tell me that you're not well, Kurt. Carole and I even Finn, we are family now, and we can help.
"Yeah, you don't need to go, I'll tell the others to do some secret body guard thing to protect you from the bullying, if you want! Just don't leave New Direction.
"Please, not everything is about New Direction."
"Everything is about New Direction. We were not good friends recently, I get it."
"It is not only that."
Burt looked at his son worried and but his hand over the frail one of his baby son.
"I don't want you on the other side of the ocean."
Kurt smiled at that.
"I know. I am sorry."
"No you're not."
Kurt glare at Finn who was staring at him.
"No. I'm not."
A week later at the airport.
"Sooo, I don't get it, weren't you supposed to go to France?"
"I am, Finn. We've been talking about it for weeks.
"So why is your plane ticket saying you're going to Belgium?
"Because Charleroi airport is closer to my grandma's than Paris."
"Oh…"
"Yes Paris is not the only place in France."
"I am not dumb, I know that." He said in a pout.
"Yeah, I know" Kurt smile to his brother.
Kurt put is luggage so the airport lady could weight it. He gave her his passport.
Burt observed his son doing everything on his own.
Kurt garbed is bag better and computer and they walked away.
"Well. B gate 36. I'll pass the custom now."
Carole hugged him.
Finn clapped him on the shoulder.
"Take care, bro'"
His father hugged him close.
"Goodbye son."
"Bye dad. Take care of you, please."
"You too."
They hugged more tightly and smile at each other before Kurt pass the glass door to the custom.
"France me voilà!" He whispered.
A suivre...
The song is "Je vole" from Michel Sardou, also sang recently by Louane in the movie "Famille Bélier".