You are still here? I'm impressed. Staying for a story is very noble of you. It's nice to see that some people want to know the truth rather than just accepting what you have heard all these years. I hope you will oblige a second storyteller. I can't tell this story to its full extent on my own. Being in isolation made things difficult to know what was going on among my people. For that I need some help.
FINALLY! Gosh Kurt, you can talk for forever and you know how dull you are. Now! To our audience, I am Blaine Hummel. Ok, that is a fib. I am, by all records, Belle Hummel, but I blame a poor village with a blind midwife. The village learned that night she was no longer fit to birth babies. I was born without complication, but Mother wasn't strong enough for birth. The midwife mistook… certain anatomy as my cut umbilical cord. She told Mother that I was a girl. It made Mom happy to hear she had a girl. Her final words, as Father always told me, were, "She shall be a belle, Ma Belle." Father immediately wrote Belle on my birth certificate. The ink was dry before he realized Mother's Belle was a boy. He wouldn't change her dying request, but as far as anyone before I was 17 knew, my name was Blaine.
Father, Bertram or Burt Hummel, loved me with all his heart and soul and I him. Father was a great inventor. He was amazing with his hands and built beautiful inventions that would revolutionize the world. He was still a simple man of simple pleasures. He only wanted to see me happy. Even when I started to realize that I felt wrong feelings for men, Father still loved me. I loved to read, sing, play music, and enjoy life. Other men my age thought I was a freak, strange because I chose not to hunt or search for a wife though my age was ready for marriage. Many doubted I was even a man at all. Some thought I was a very strange, but beautiful, girl. I will admit I have a very feminine look to myself. My mother was right. I am a Beauty. I hate it. I hate being considered beautiful.
Blaine… I never knew…. I would have never-
Kurt, you know it's rude to interrupt. As you said, you didn't know because with you, it's different. Everyone else's opinion of beauty is the one I hate. I hate being considered beautiful as far as my looks go. I am more than a pretty face. I am a human being, not a piece of meat. I dreamed of a day being beyond the village. Beyond all these people who thought so shallowly of the word.
One was the shallowest of them all. He loved himself and the thought of his own wonderful future he had planned in his head. Gaston Sebastian. He was the epitome of manliness. The part that was really unfortunate was that he was interested in men as well. I was the only one who knew, mainly because I was the one he was interested in. I wouldn't have known if I had not told him multiple times that I was a man and he blatantly told me that he didn't care. That he preferred it that way. "I get ma belle, but in the bedroom, I get so much more than a woman," he would whisper in my ear as he would touch me, believing to arouse me. His touches never did any such thing to me. They always filled me with disgust and anger.
He was the one who spread the rumor that I was not a man, mainly to protect his secret. Many people started to call me Belle, believing Sebastian rather than me. It was made me angry. I decided to keep interactions with the townspeople to a minimum from that point on, mainly only talking to the bookstore owner who let me borrow books and Sebastian who by that point only went by his last name. I only talked to him when forced to.
My life changed when Father went to the fair to show off his latest invention, but Kurt will have to tell you that part.
