Drumming Melodies

Chapter Two

An: Thank you all for reviewing! By the way-You go Shounengirl, four for you Shounengirl for getting who Theta is correct. So, I'm back, believe it or not. Ugh, you guys, Not updating for a few weeks-well, a month now- does not mean I'm abandoning a story. No, I usually only am sure I'm going to abandon a story after six months or so of disuse.

Anyways, loves, I am back and bring a chapter to you. So on with the story!

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Chapter Two

When Kurt awoke, jeers were thrown around him. "Oh, look, the fairy fainted!" Some jock snorted.

"Who's this Hummel, your boyfriend?" Another taunted.

Kurt grounded his teeth, nails digging into his palms because the drums were so, so loud-

Kill. Him. Kill. Him. They tap. Kill him, Kill him.

He physically shakes from the effort he exerts, something quiet in the back of his mind speaking quietly against the drums. Theta wouldn't want me to kill him, it reasoned. It gave him strength to stop himself from giving into the drums. Theta, Theta, who was this mysterious theta, he wondered.

But the idiotic teenager was waving around the photo of the man-Theta, Theta-like it was nothing. The only picture he had of him. Gritting his teeth more, he snatched the paper out of the bully's hands. Trying his best to ignore his peers, he made his way to glee.

-=OOO-=-

Kurt played with the hem of his shirt, ignoring all stares and comments as he walked to Glee. 1234, he tapped on his collar. 1234 1234, he repeated. It somewhat calmed him, as he took deep breaths and walked into the choir room.

"Kurt, hi!" Greeted Rachel, acting far more kind then she usually was.

"Hello, Rachel," He said cautiously.

"Kurt...Everybody has been saying things about what happened 3rd period." Rachel bit her lip. "What exactly happened in 3rd period?" She asked.

"If you're asking if I passed out, the answer is yes." He replied curtly.

"What happened?" Mercedes asked curiously.

"Oh you know... Probably a blood sugar imbalance or something." He replied, toying around with his hair.

"I didn't know you were diabetic, Kurt." Said Quinn, looking at Kurt strangely.

"I'm not." He shrugged.

The rest of the club frowned but did not voice their questions as Kurt sat down and Mr. Schue walked in.

There was something said about songs and that week's assignment, but Kurt didn't really quite catch it. Rachel sang some new ballad, though still his thoughts didn't even waiver into glee club's general direction. He was so tired that day, and he began to doze off, just a little.

1234, 1234. The drumbeat in his mind beat out a lullaby.

Smoke rose up in columns and flames licked up every possible surface. He was running. "Have to get out," He murmured in fright. "Everything will burn. Theta, where are you?" He cried up at the sky of burning twin suns.

"Kurt? Kurt!" Someone shook him up.

"Hm? Whattisit?" He asked sleepily, hands going for a sketchpad and pencil he usually kept on his bedside table before he noticed he was not at home, but in fact in Glee.

"Dude, who is 'Theta'?" Asked Puck.

"What do you mean?" He asked, scrunching his eyebrows together. "How would I know?"

"You said that in your sleep." Said Finn. "You said 'Theta, where are you.'"

Kurt looked at him with a glare. "I was asleep, Finn. I don't even remember what I was dreaming about." He scowled, hand playing with the fobwatch in his pocket.

"Kurt, are you alright? This is the second time you've lost consciousness in school."

"I'm just tired, is all." Shrugged Kurt. "I promise I won't fall asleep again in Glee." He agreed sincerely.

"Alright Kurt, but try to get more sleep tonight, okay?" Said Mr. Schuester.

"I'll try." Lied Kurt. He always tried to get more sleep, but it never worked.

"Okay, so everyone this week's theme is 'Origins'. I'll see you next week."

Mr. Schue dismissed.

Origins. What was he going to do for Origins. He groaned inwardly.

-=OOO=-

"What are you planning to do for this week?" Asked Rachel cheerily the next day.

"I'm going to do an old Jewish lullaby for mine."

"That's fascinating," Murmured Kurt. Lullaby... He could do a lullaby. What was that old lullaby his mother used to sing to him? He couldn't quite remember. He said something vague about his parentage to Rachel, before continuing onwards to his Lit class. However, His mind never strayed from the Glee assignment and what

Rachel had said. "Lullaby," He mumbled during lunch, frowning. Then I came to him, he finally remembered the song that his mother used to sing back when she

was there. His eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to get to Glee.

-=OOO=-

He waited impatiently as Rachel sung her Jewish song, tapping his foot. 1234.

1234. Finally, she sang the finishing line.

Grinning just slightly, Kurt announced to the group that he had something to sing.

"This is something my mother used to sing to me," He mumbled. He looked down to the paper where he had written the lyrics, finding they weren't normal Roman letters but instead odd looking circles.

A made up language, obviously. "It's not in English, but I'll sing it anyways."

He cleared his throat before beginning.

It was a pretty song, beautiful and soft. It was like Rachel's would have been, had she not switched suddenly to a song about the holocaust suddenly. High and sweet sounding the made up words were like bells-he didn't quite know how he remembered all the pronunciations, but somehow he did despite hearing it long ago.

He finished on a lower note, and smiled as the applause continued. "Very good

Kurt." Praised Mr. Schue.

"What language was that?" Asked someone.

"I'm not quite sure," Shrugged Kurt. "If I'm right, it something my mother made

up."

The Glee club looked at Kurt in an odd, 'If-you-say-so' Sort of way. "...Okay,"

Mumbles Mercedes, as Glee ended and everyone was free to go.

Kurt played with his fob watch absentmindedly.

"Nice watch Kurt," Said Rachel, reaching out to touch it. "Is that an antique?"

"I've had it for as long as I could remember, yes." Kurt snapped the watch back and placed it in his pocket. He was oddly protective of the strange heirloom, he noticed. Much more than he was for anything else. Hm. Weird, he thought to himself, before most memories of the watch vanished and he toyed with the broken clasp. He sighed, how more useless could such an item get-a watch that wasn't even able to tell time. He scoffed internally. Well, at least it was a nice accessory. He sighed, and walked out of glee, wondering about strange planets with two suns and circular languages.

AN: Okay, so not very big and probably not my best work. But I tried, and it's much better than the original draft of this *Shudder* You do not want to see the original version.