50 Shades of Klaine [Chapter 2]
Gathering my newly purchased satchel and the mountain of CD's I'd prepared for the ride over. I lock the door hoping Rachel has a spare key. Should I crack a window? Nah, I'm sure she'll survive. Then head straight for the car. I cannot believe I have let Rachel talk me into this. But then Rachel can talk anyone into anything. That's why we all call her Miss Bossy Pants. But she'll make an exceptional student at NYADA. She's articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative and beautiful. Also she's my dearest, dearest friend.
The roads are surprisingly clear as I set off from Lima and head to Westville Ohio. I have no shame in playing 'Rio' by Duran Duran at full blast on the free way. It's early and I don't have to be there until 2pm this afternoon. Fortunately Rachel has leant me her sporty Mercedes VLK. I'm not sure Sue my old VW Beetle would make the journey in time. If you're wondering why I've named the car my dad gave me… after Sue Sylvester. It's because their both older than god but they never give up without a fight! The miles flip away as I hit the pedal to the metal. My destination is the headquarters of the famous Dalton Warblers. Rachel tells me that the Academy building is centauries old. With rare oak furnishings, spiral stair cases and aristocratic paintings on along the walls.
The front gates are the first thing I come across as I'm driving though this unfamiliar part of Ohio. Oh my… Its 1:45pm when I arrive. Greatly relieved that I am not late, I buzz in my details to the gates monitor. Soon I am granted access into the grounds and drive through the electric powered gates when they open. Why do I feel like I'm entering Hogwarts? I park up. Pinch my cheeks to add some color. Any color. To my face because I don't need a mirror to know I look as white as a sheet. Courage Kurt…..lots and lots of courage. My subconscious tells me over and over. I climb out with legs made of jelly. Then make my way into the front entrance. The first room I enter is large and intimidating, possibly due to all the paintings of past headmasters staring at me from all four corners. Behind a solid wooden desk a very attractive groomed, blonde women smiles pleasantly at me. She's wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket I have ever seen! She looks…immaculate.
"I'm here to see Blaine Anderson. I'm Kurt Hummel standing in for Rachel Berry…..emm for the interview." I splutter out nervously. Shit! What's wrong with me?
"Excuse me one moment Mr. Hummel." She arches her eyebrow as I stand self-consciously before her.
I'm beginning to wish that I had borrowed some money off Rachel for a new outfit instead of this one. Don't be stupid Kurt. My subconscious hisses at me. You look the part! I have made an effort after all. I am wearing my favorite Alexander McQueen suit that I bought anonymously off the internet. I tuck that irritating piece of hair from before under another piece of my fringe. This damn gel is wearing off already ugh. I pretend she doesn't intimidate me.
"Miss Berry is expected. Please sign in here Mr. Hummel. You'll want to walk up this flight of stairs behind me." She points back with her acrylic nail on the end of her finger. "To find the Warblers and….Mr. Anderson".
She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt as I sign in. She hands me a security pass which says visitor every firmly and freshly written on the front. Okay, I don't think she likes me. I can't help my smirk. Surely it's obvious I'm just visiting. I don't fit in here at all, I don't look the part. I stick out like…like...a sore thumb! My subconscious agrees with me. I inwardly sigh. Thanking her I walk around the desk to the foot of the spiral stair case. Wow, it's so beautiful.