Hey look! It's a new update within hours of first publishing the story!
Truth is, I have a lot of time on my hands this week, so you can expect plenty of updates. After this week I most likely won't update as much. Sad, I know. Brace yourself for lots of Klaine fluff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I think it's kind of obvious.
"So."
"You're meeting the Warblers today."
"Scared yet?"
"Not really," Kurt said with a shrug. "People tell me to be, but really. How bad could they be? I have to deal with Wes as my roommate, for goodness sake."
David shook his head. "After this meeting, you won't be saying that."
"You'll be begging for mercy," Wes added helpfully.
They pushed open the door to the rehearsal room.
And were immediately surrounded by boys.
"OHMYGAWD IT'S THE NEW KID!"
"HE'S SO CUTE!"
"OMFG!"
"Chad loves to talk in chatspeak," Blaine said with a small sigh.
"Do you want a kiss?"
"Wait, what?" Kurt said, taken aback.
"Hershey's kisses," said a petite albino boy, maybe a head shorter than he. He held about a dozen multi-colored chocolates in his palm. "They're delicious, aren't they?"
"Take one," Wes said seriously.
"Do it if you value your life," David followed up.
"If you don't, Dean will eat them all, resulting in a catastrophic explosion of rainbows and goodness, potentially causing the end of the world," Wes said. "You know what? Take them all. He doesn't need any more chocolate than he already gets."
"O…kay?" Kurt said bemusedly, scooping the little kisses into his own hand and storing them in his pocket.
"Well, off to find more chocolate!" Charlie said with a dazzling grin, hopping off into the crowd.
"Oh, heaven forbid he find more chocolate," Wes moaned.
"We swear he has a fetish for it," David muttered under his breath.
"Order in the court!" shouted a tall boy with a mop of orange hair. He was brandishing a gavel in the air, swinging at people quite randomly.
"I'm pretty sure that's not how you use a gavel," Kurt said.
"Next year it will be mine," Wes said dreamily.
"Yeah, so here's the deal," Blaine whispered. "We don't have teachers here. We have a council made of senior students that make the decisions. They're willing to consider suggestions. That there is Brad."
"All righty, then," the tall boy roared. "You there! Sing!"
"Now?" Kurt stammered.
"Yes, now," he sighed. "You're not going to just waltz in here and expect to be accepted into the highly prestigious group of Warblers, are you?"
Kurt racked his brain for a decent selection. "Okay, I think I might have something," he said. "Can I have some back-up music?"
"Dean's an amazing pianist," Brad yelled. Kurt forlornly wondered if that was the only volume his voice came in. "Dean! You're up! What song are you doing?"
"Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again," Kurt said. "From Phantom of the Opera."
"Interesting song choice," Brad bellowed. "Go on, Dean."
Dean scurried to the piano bench, turning back to Kurt to give him an encouraging smile before placing his fingers on the keys.
You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered
Kurt chose this song because it was something he could connect to on a deeper level. He knew that emotion was the best thing he could show the Warblers. Yes, he hadn't lost his father, but he still missed mom.
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
He wished he had said more to his mother. He wished he had told her how much he loved her before the ground swallowed her forever. He wished he could hear her voice one more time.
Wishing I could hear your voice again Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you helped me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Seem for you the wrong companion, you were warm and gentle
His mother had been the kindest person he had known. It seemed to him that it was cruel to have her body stay forever in a cold, cold grave with only tombstones and sculpted angels for friends.
Too many years Wishing you were here again
Fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die!
Knowing we must say goodbye
It was around here that he usually started to cry in the movie or in the musical. Without fail, tears welled up in his eyes, but he blinked them furiously away.
Try to forgive No more memories Help me say goodbye…
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try!
No more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
He stopped singing, suddenly aware of the sound of raucous cheering.
"Omfg, that was like so effing good," Chad said.
"It was brilliant!" Dean beamed.
Blaine could only stare at Kurt. That had been better than he had expected. His voice… It was the best counter-tenor voice he had ever heard. He would have compared it to an angel, except he knew Kurt's was better than any angel could ever hope to match.
"Well, I guess you're in," Brad said begrudgingly. Kurt noted it was the first time his voice hadn't gone into decibel levels that could permanently harm ear drums. "The Warblers could use a counter-tenor voice like yours. But don't think that you'll get a solo so easily. Blaine's our lead soloist and has been for a long time. He's going to be tough to beat."
I would imagine, Kurt thought. He remembered that impromptu performance of Teenage Dream, and a rosy blush spread across his alabaster cheeks.
"Here," Blaine said, stepping to his side. "I'll introduce you to the rest of the Warblers."
There was Xavier, a vertically challenged sophomore with a surprisingly low baritone voice and a weakness for falafel balls. There was Dare – short for Darien – who was half Spanish, half American, with the slightest of accents and, apparently, more of a life in Pokemon DS games than the real world. There were Paul, Craig, and Will, Asian triplets who had a strange love for roller blading everywhere. Robert was the second member of the senior council, with blonde hair and an even blonder mind. He reminded Kurt of Brittany, in a way.
There were more Warblers, too, of course, but those people stood out the most because Blaine said they were part of his, Wes, and David's circle of friends.
Then, of course, there was Vincent, who stared at Kurt with piercing gray eyes in a way that made him feel uncomfortable.
"Vincent's the third and last member of our senior council," Blaine said. "And he bats for our team. He and I are probably the sanest of the group."
"Welcome to the Warblers, Kurt," Vincent said with a chilling smile, spitting his name out like poison. He stuck his hand out, and Kurt took it nervously.
"Sane. Right," Kurt said with a shiver as the older boy walked away.
"Come on, let's go back up to the rooms," Blaine said, oblivious to the exchange. "I think you might want to get away from… all of this."
"OH MY GOD DEAN'S GOT CHOCOLATE!" Wes screamed, running out of the room.
Kurt stared at the tiny albino boy. He had apparently just ingested chocolate found who knows where and was currently spazzing out. Yes, that was the term. Dean ran around the room and tackled unsuspecting Warblers, screaming things like, "Rainbow monkeys!" and "CHOCOLATE MORE CHOCOLATE."
"Don't give him anymore!" Blaine called. "He'll just get worse!"
"Then how the hell do we stop him?" Brad thundered.
"I'll leave you guys to deal with that," Blaine said with a dazzling grin. "Come on, Kurt. Let's go."
"I suppose you know a shortcut?" Kurt said with a slight smile.
"Why, yes, in fact I do," Blaine replied, taking his hand; he shivered slightly from the contact. "Come on, let's go."
Within moments they were in Blaine's room. Kurt pulled out the chocolates, staring at the silver and red wrappings.
"You should eat those before Dean steals them back from you or something," Blaine said.
"Well, okay," Kurt said, a bit hesitantly. "I don't think I can't finish them all. Want some kisses?"
"Um, sure," Blaine answered in a not-so-eloquent manner, wishing that Kurt had meant the real thing. He stepped forward, grabbing a few of the delicious little treats. Where his skin brushed against Kurt's, he felt a tingle. He looked up through his eyelashes into Kurt's clear blue eyes.
Blaine looked away, suddenly a bit embarrassed.
"So. Great song. How'd you get so much… emotion into it?"
"Well, it's just something I could relate to," Kurt confessed.
"You didn't lose your dad, though."
"But I lost my mom. That song pretty much describes how I feel and how sometimes I wish I could forget. But I can't."
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "Who says you have to forget your mother? The memories of the past are always special." He stepped forward to give Kurt a comforting hug, trying to make sure it didn't seem like he was taking advantage, although secretly he knew he was, just a little.
Outside, in the hallway, Wes rolled his eyes. The amount of flirting between these two was almost obscene.
He sneaked away to tell David what he had just seen. After all, he told David everything.
Oh my God, author's note before and after the chapter?
About the song choice. I've always fantasized Kurt doing Phantom of the Opera. I don't know about you, but I think his voice would be perfect for it. Also, I think the song I chose fits his history well. But maybe that's just me.
Well, I suppose that's it for now. Leave a review. It would be very kind of you. Until next time. Which will be soon. Maybe even right after tonight's episode!