A/N: So HELLO to whoever read this, I'm new here ,so I'm sorry if the story isn't that great and had many mistake and because this is my first fanfic ever. The story is in form of a journal that the character write.
Warning: Boy X Boy love so if you don't like it please don't read it.
The pairing : OC/Kurt and a bit of very short term Klaine
So . . . Let the story begin *open curtain*
DAY 1
(I'm not good with time, heck I don't even know what year is this...)
Okay ,so this will be kind of weird. Writing this diary journal is weird. I'm a teenage boy for god damn sake! But it can't hurt writing a diary journal, can it? I don't know what came over me, that make me decided to write this freaking diary journal (Damn it! I always get it wrong!), I mean this is writing a journal not a diary. Diaries are for girls and I'm definitely not a girl ( I HAVE AN UNDENIABLE PROOF! ) . I keep trying to tell that to Cleve ,that there's a freaking huge difference between a journal and a diary ( maybe). So enough with the I don't know what is this, prolog ? and let's get into the story.
I'm Rouge Boston , still 16 (or 17... though I'm not really exactly sure), available (if you know what i mean ;D) , and currently attending Dalton academy.
Well so here goes the story (?).
So that day I was just sitting around on a window in the hall, listening to the music that one of the student kept playing over and over again, teenage dream (Ugggh, I bet it's him who played it. He's been playing that song for only god knows how many times). Well my time was ruined when Cleve start poking me with a goddamn stick! ( It's a wand he says. Wand, my ass! It looks like a crooked branch... or maybe that's what a wand looked like... ARGGH I DON'T KNOW! )
Cleve is my best close ,most close friend in fact . We have been buddies since kinder garden. Okay, basically I had spent almost all my life with Cleve except for a year when I went to someplace for the summer , four years ago. His full name is ( he dispise his name. He said it was weird and stupid and in fact it is ...not stupid but weird) Cleve Eirth ( actually i browse the web and i found out that Eirth was a Wales word for bear and Bear was so called the symbol of stupidity ._. It's weird, i know. He doesn't looked like a bear , he was in fact was taller than me). So basically me and Cleve like to do things together and yes he practically the one who gave me uhm... *cough*sex*cough* education (I'm going to tell you that some other time). Cause I don't have any older brother and my parents... they are...um... nice? but I don't think they would like to explain that to me plus they are working every single day . So Cleve was like a big annoying caring older brother, which I care about so much (NO WAY IN HELL I'M GOING TO TELL HIM THAT).
So I chased Cleve , tried to throw my books at him but he managed to dodge (I hate his reflex sometimes!) and ran up to the stairs. I was running toward the stairs and tried to catch him again and before i took a step to walk up to the stairs, my gaze was locked on a boy .
The boy.. well he's freaking beautiful and to tell you the truth he looks like an angel who has fallen from the heaven ( this sounds cheesy! But still, it's the truth ), his skin is like those porcelain dolls ... the pretty dolls that was made from porcelain...uh... you know what i mean, his hair look...so damn soft, and his eyes..his eyes were dazzling , I was really captivated by him. Then our eyes met... and I unconsciously put on a goofy smile. Crap! And I mentally curse.
The boy just stared at me for a while, raise his eyebrows and then for a moment there I thought he would went back talking to the boy next to him which I can't see his face BUT he decided to return the smile... And dear god...his smile was dazzling and my face started to get hot and red and I am definitely blushing.
I know I'm STRAIGHT ( people, do understand me ...I think I was wrong about my sexuality back then, when I said back then I mean about 2 hours ago). I'm even straighter than the straightest pole ( well maybe not really that straight) , but why do my heart beats faster,and there's something fluttering in my stomach (I really sound like a girl at this part, don't I? ).
It's just the way his eyelashes move...It's too damn...wait a second why did I just write all of this girly thing that? Im totally not in love with him. SO NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM.
It's just the boy...Damn! He's freaking attractive and I don't think he knows that he is attractive. I mean judging by the fact that he didn't seem to notices that some of the boys were intensely eyeing him like he was a piece of delicious meat from the hall ( I noticed because...well because...um...uh...its INSTINCT , not that I was doing it too ).
And then I realize who's beside him the boy whose face I cannot see earlier, It's...god no... I hope It's not who I think it is... but the amount of hair gel in the boy hair , told me exactly what I don't want to know (the amount of hair gel he's been using is like freakishly a lot, I accidentally saw his suitcase when he moved brought 12 bottle of hair gel and it had vanish for about three months... THREE FREAKING MONTH! ...which is insane to me. I really wonder how he look with out the gel. How do I know? I have my own sources of course ).
He's Blaine Anderson. Okay, its not that I don't like him. It's just that he had asked me out in the past (when I said in the past its like 2 weeks ago). I had been avoiding him since and sometimes when we accidentally met it there's a very awkward tense, which I do NOT enjoy .
So after I saw him ,I went out of my inner beautiful porcelain boy-that-i-just-met fan club state and before I ran to the hide and blend in the crowd of students swarming through the hall , and oh, Crap! Blaine saw me, and (thanks to my crappy luck) he called me, asking me to met and introduce myself to the beautiful boy I was staring at before..( Damn why do I have to met him while there's Blaine Anderson standing next to him!).
So I walk up to where the boy and Blaine were standing. Blaine was looking at me with one of his famous "gaze" that I can't really say what it meant, so I tried to avoid his gaze as I pull out my hand and introduce my self to the beautiful boy (he's really beautiful even after you get near him. ) . And then he decided to shake my hand and smile and told me that his name was Kurt Hummel and gave me the most dashing smile I've ever seen ( . .).
I became nervous (AGAIN). I started to ramble things and talk weirdly. I cursed my self...its just well, I've never been nervous like this when I'm facing a girl, even with the one I had a crush on but when I saw him it...it's just like my brain decided to stop working and I can't think of any smart and decent thing to say (what I'm about to write next its not decent at all ).
I was very embarrassed but then I heard a little chuckle,( Blaine kept looking at me like I'm something that needed to be observed, which is kinda annoying ). I didn't realize I was holding my breath when talking until I heard Kurt chuckle. I let out a sigh ( Fyi, It's the relived type of sigh).
I said to him that I'm glad he didn't think that I am weird crazy sort of person. He raised his brows and asked if I am one. And OH DEAR GOD,I said some really EMBARRASSING words . And god, I hope I was wrong but I think I said something like this " uh..um..uh ...no...I'm not...and I'm definitely not some stalker,or a person thingy...but I like sweets stuff...ack not dirty things...I..e mean candy..not candy, Licorice, yes I like Licorices!" (I really want to shoot my head when i said that, i mean it WHY THE HELL I told Kurt, I like sweet stuff?... and I said THINGY! I SAID THINGY! I need my gun. Fast. Oh, wait. I don't have one ).
His reaction wasn't what I expected. I though he will think that I'm really a weird person and I had just ended his friendship with me (even though it hasn't started,yet ) and never want to talk to me again...weird, I never really care about people opinion on me before... (may i just clear this... I AM NOT A WEIRDO, normally )but instead Kurt burst out laughing ( his laugh sounded like thousands of bells in my head...ahhh relaxing) .
He laugh so hard, Kurt tripped and he fell from the stairs but luckily I caught him ( THANK YOU,REFLEX!). okay, now... I was ...okayy, Kurt face was breathtaking. His eyes,his eyes was the mix of green and blue and some grayish color ( I think they called that glasz eyes... OH MY GOD KURT GOT GLASZ EYES! I always wanted to meet people with glasz eyes) , twinkling something that I couldn't really describe as... I don't know, I usually don't care about this stuff. And his cheeks, it looks so fluffy and got those cute little shade of pinkish red...wait ... that means... he was blushing...KURT WAS BLUSHING!
I want to kiss him in those soft looking lips and make him blush 20 different shade of red (god i sounded like a pervert...wait why do I care? I AM a full grown BOY after all) , but luckily my sense overcome my instinct. Hey, Don't blame me! I mean if you're on the scene,and you were me. You'll probably jump him. So, no judgement! You haven't see how beautiful he is... It's like he was an Angel (I'm writing this as if someone other than me would read this..wait ,CLEVE YOU ARE READING THIS AREN'T YOU!? You fu-piiip moth-piiippp and piiipp ...sorry but I have to censored it -_-v . DANG IT ! CLEVE, KNOW THAT I SAID I CARE ABOUT HIM... FUUU- but Cleve your last name actually means bear... YOUR MOTHER IS AWESOME! Hahaha... I have got to tell her that when I visit your house next summer).
So back to the falling thing... yes Kurt was BLUSHING... he looked so adorable I can just eat him then and there...wait that's not it. So... I caught him... he thank me and he...wait for it...he...give... HE GAVE ME A KISS on my cheek... I can die peacefully now... still if you are reading it Cleve , It is NOT ridiculous to get happy just being kissed on cheek by someone so beautiful like Kurt, Imagine if you got kissed by Christine on your cheek... i think you're probably like having sugar rush... jumping every where.
So after he gave me that ... kiss ... he bid me goodbye and went running straight to the door and out of Dalton. And BAM! I just realized that he didn't wear blazers ( how stupid of me...) . I really panicked back there. So I asked Blaine what was Kurt doing in Dalton since he's not wearing any blazers(I didn't know where i got that courage from... I mean, I had avoided him for 2 weeks ).
Blaine said that Kurt's a new student that was just checking out the place ( he did not say it like that. But that's what the point of what he was saying. Basically it's my own word but whatever). I was holding a scream of happiness . Blaine just looked at me weirdly again. When I think he was about to ask me something , Jeff called him. Jeff is one of my close friend with Nick. They both are in the Warblers.
The Warblers are the show choir club in Dalton. They were basically popular and kinda like a rock star in here. Every student in Dalton loathe and almost like worship them which is creepy. I've seen a lot of students try to join them but, sadly their hope of getting popular was crushed cause many of them didn't get in. I'm not really interested in joining. Sure I'll get popular but I don't really like being popular so...yes I didn't join them. And I'm not that comfortable with being in stage so...yeah.
Okay, I feel sleepy now so I think I'll go to bed. I'll write some more tomorrow.
Good n'ght
(A/N : this was supposed to have his signature but cause fan fiction doesn't work that way so you could find his signature in my profile)
Rouge Boston
P.S.: Cleve, stop your laughing ! You're disturbing my sleep ,moron! Anyway you won't find this Journal tomorrow I will hide it more secretly this time!
-journal end-
No one PoV :
"What the actual Hell? How the Hell does he know I'm reading his journal," Cleve wondered. "But, THIS IS HILARIOUS! And he was sweet when he wrote that he care about me and seriously, he think he could actually hide this journal? Well, lets see tomorrow," He said with a grin plastered in his face. He really want to met the guy who made Rouge realize that he was gay. He seems wonderful.
I mean from his point of view Rouge was showing some sign that he was a potential gay but he always brush it off when Cleve point it to him. He really hoped that this boy won't break Rouge heart cause he had enough of hurting from people he loved. He smiled when he remembered his childhood with Rouge. Rouge was a silly kid when he was little. So innocent, he thought. And sighed when he remember that Rouge had changed since summer four years ago. He started to felt sad, Rouge never told him what happened back then. "Maybe, I should start writing some journal . . . Meh, That's not my type of thing to do," He said to himself. "I'll go to bed then after all It's already late...hmm...and I'm feeling tired." as Cleve lay in to the bed, he whispered with a sad smile on his face, "Good n'ght to you Rouge ." And then he fell asleep.
A/N(again) : So what do you think, guys? Once more I'm apologizing for any mis spell and any grammar mistakes, Oh and Please please reviews. It'll be great and mean soo much to me. And Thank you for your time. And if you have critics feel free to say it to me, I wont be mad cause it'll be for my own good isn't it?
