Don't Trip Off the Glitz
A/N: I was watching the TLC show 'Toddlers and Tiaras' when I saw the episode about the kid Brock and immediately thought of Kurt. So blame me being sick and my TV for this little story. Ha. Ha ha. I like it. Okayyyy enough rambling Jules, on to the story. And yes, the story title was taken from the Adam Lambert (lawd I love him) song For Your Entertainment.
Introduction
Kurt started gymnastics when he was five, and began pageants at six. Mollie Hummel, despite the flac she caught, never suggested the ideas, Kurt told her himself. It was all him. At first, Burt was extremely hesistant to do it. But, who was he to let down his son? And while he most likely would turn out gay (he realized after Kurt wanted to enter the Miss Lima pageant) Burt made the decision right then to support him.
"And coming up is constestant number 17, Kurt!"
Kurt, aged seven, walked out in a light blue tux (with a silver bowtie) and did he little pageant rountine, showing off all aspects of his personality. He was smiling and chubby cheeked the whole time. He looked amazing (no make up, that's where Mollie drew the line) and he looked like he was having the time of his life.
Burt looked worriedly around the room. Would anyone judge his son? Would anyone judge them? Would anyone assume they were pushing this on their son, or be mad they were supporting him?
Mollie cheered as the adorable little boy walked back on the stage during the talent portion. He did his dance/gymnastics routine flawlessly, and she was incredibly proud of her little boy for not only doing so well, but for having the courage to get on the stage and being who he was.
Kurt could do a full backhandspring at seven and he used it to his advantage as young boy in the pageant circut. He was dominating local glitz pageants that allowed boys to compete. It got so serious, meaning Kurt got so good, that they would travel to other states so he could compete against bottle blonde little girls, and every once in a while, a boy like him.
"My name's Ryan," the little blonde boy in the sparkly blue fedora said. Kurt grinned, aged eight, smiled too in his silver, sparkly ensemble and stuck out his hand.
"Kurt," he grinned, teeth not showing. "Are you in the pageant, too?"
Ryan nodded, blue eyes gleaming. "Uh huh, so is my sister. But to be honest, I'm way better than her. I think more boys should do pageants. Normally I see a lot in New York, but-"
"New York?" Little Kurt asked. "What's that?"
Ryan stuck out his chest a little and said, "It's where I'm going to be one day. I'm going to be on Broadway."
"Broadway?" Kurt asked, listening for his number to be called."
Ryan grinned and said, "I'll tell you one day. I like you. Do you want to be my friend?"
Of course, Ryan killed the ten year old age division and Kurt won all of the awards possible in the eight age division.
People thought it was cute when he was little. But once he hit seventeen and was still doing them, eyebrows were raised and questions were asked. Usually Kurt ignored them. He went on with his daily life, until one day he was able to enter in a pageant in New York.
And that's where our story begins.
"Okay, Kurt, do your routine again, this time perfect!" His dance coach shouted, checking his watch. "You want to win, right?"
Kurt nodded, clad in his workout gear and proceeded to do his routine. He got all of the kicks and turns right, and the ballet combined with gymnastics was flowing beautifully. He grinned and did his final geusture, ending his routine to the song 'Love The Way You Lie', the original version by Skylar Gray. He looked to his dance coach to see him grinning before pulling him into a hug.
"Awesome job, Kurtsie," Ryan grinned, that day wearing a peach colored fedora. Kissing him lightly on the forehead, the nineteen-year-old looked him over again and nodded. "I think you'll knock 'em dead. Where's this pageant?"
Kurt grinned coyly and said, "Oh, nowhere..."
"Seriously? I kind of have to go with you, where is it?" Ryan grinned slinging an arm around his boyfriend.
"Oh fine," Kurt sighed dramatically. "It's in New York. I'm hoping for grand or ultimate."
Ryan nearly squealed and said, "Okay, now I have to go!"
Kurt grinned and grabbed his dance bag, leaving the local dance studio to get into Ryan's chic white Prius. If Kurt was honest, everything about the boy screamed 'gay' but who was he to talk? He was as attracted to the male anatomy as Ryan (whose short blonde hair was sticking straight up today). Kurt opened the car door for his boyfriend then hopped in the passenger side himself. He felt really lucky to have someone like Ryan, who he could be a gentleman for and take on dates and give flowers to and be the little spoon for.
Ryan was driving him back to his house when he leaned over and pecked him on the lips. Kurt, being the hormonal boy he is, deepened it, causing Ryan to run a stop sign. Realizing it, he broke the kiss to look at the road, only to be hit head on by an eighteen wheeler.
The last thing Kurt remembers is seeing a bright light and getting a text from Blaine.