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Songs used: Out Tonight-Rent ; Santa Fe- Rent
Kurt smiled down at his best friends at Dalton. The two boys smiled back hesitantly. They were a bit scared of what the countertenor was thinking, because in the past year and a half they had come to learn two things. Kurt Hummel was capable of just about anything, and nothing good ever came out of that smile.
"Gentlemen, it's time to pay a visit to McKinley High's New Directions. A certain Rachel Berry has made it clear that she would love to see us perform.
The two boys looked at each other. Once Kurt made a decision, there was no changing his mind. Looks like they were going to Lima.
Blaine walked into the choir room with a huge smile on his face. Kurt hadn't told him exactly what he was planning, but Blaine new that he would see the countertenor today. Blaine's heart fluttered at the thought. Oh yeah, Blaine Anderson was crushing pretty hard. He sent a smile to the rest of the glee club and took a seat in the front next to Sam.
"Alright, this week-" Mr. Shu was cut off by loud music filling the choir room.
The glee club looked at each other, confused. That is until a voice accompanied the music.
What's the time?
Well it's gotta be close to midnight
My body's talking to me
It says, "Time for danger"
Kurt Hummel was standing in the doorway of the choir room, looking smugly at the shocked faces of the New Directions. His back was resting on the door frame as he belted the familiar Rent song.
Blaine had to cross his legs at the sight of Kurt. He no longer donned the Dalton uniform, but rather the tightest black jeans. They looked to be painted on. He also wore a blue shirt that really brought out the countertenor's eyes. The whole ensemble was just…
It says "I wanna commit a crime
Wanna be the cause of a fight
Wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt
With a stranger"
Kurt moved from the doorway and strutted confidently into the room. Blaine thought he would die when Kurt winked at him as he sang "flirt."
I've had a knack from way back
At breaking the rules once I learn the games
Kurt walked up to Sam, who smiled. Kurt grabbed his hand and the two began to dance.
Get up - life's too quick
I know someplace sick
Where this chick'll dance in the flames
Sam twirled Kurt, and they two looked like they were having a lot of fun.
We don't need any money
I always get in for free
You can get in too
If you get in with me
Kurt danced around the room, grabbing various members of the New Directions. Pretty soon all of the members, minus Rachel who was scowling in her seat, were up dancing and laughing with Kurt.
Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
You wanna play?
Let's run away
We won't be back before it's Christmas day
Take me out tonight (meow)
Blaine noticed a dark boy twirling Kurt around. He didn't recognize him and he felt tinge of sadness. Did Kurt have a boyfriend? His fears were dimmed slightly when the darker boy passed Kurt to Mercedes and grabbed Brittany's hand.
When I get a wink from the doorman
Do you know how lucky you'll be?
That you're on line with the feline of Avenue B
Blaine laughed as Kurt spun around the room with Mercedes. The two looked so natural together; it was obvious they were close.
Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
You wanna prowl
Be my night owl?
Well take my hand we're gonna howl
Out tonight
Kurt walked over to the piano and jumped to sit on it. It worked perfectly with the slight sad overtones of the verse.
In the evening I've got to roam
Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome
Feels too damn much like home
When the Spanish babies cry
So let's find a bar
So dark we forget who we are
And all the scars from the
Nevers and maybes die
Kurt jumped of the piano as he belted the last note. Blaine nearly choked as he watched Kurt approach him.
Let's go out tonight
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and spun under it.
Have to go out tonight
You're sweet
Blaine stopped breathing as Kurt trailed a hand down his chest. Kurt winked at him.
Wanna hit the street?
Yes. Yes, Blaine did. So much. But Kurt spun on his heel and began to strut his way back to the middle of the room.
Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?
Just take me out tonight
Please take me out tonight
Don't forsake me - out tonight
I'll let you make me - out tonight
Tonight - tonight – tonight
New Directions exploded into cheers as everyone rushed to hug their old member.
"Hey, watch the hair," Kurt tried to glare at his friends, but was failing miserably.
"White boy, what are you doing here?" Mercedes asked with her eyebrow quirked and in full diva pose.
"For those of you who don't know, these are Wes Montgomery and David Thompson. They are on the Warblers with me."
Kurt indicated to the two boys as he said their names.
"As for why I'm here. Well, why don't you ask Rachel?"
All eyes turned to Rachel and she sent a glare towards the countertenor. But being the actress she claimed to be, she quickly changed her demeanor.
"I sent Blaine to Dalton to check on Kurt. I was worried about him. I wanted to make sure the Warblers were treating him okay."
Rachel set her innocent look on Finn, but attention was diverted back to the brunette diva as he nearly exploded.
"You never seemed to care how the people here treated me, Rachel, or do you forget-"
"Okay," Sam quickly interjected, "Since Kurt is here why don't we-"
"Oh my Gaga! Sam, your hair!"
Sam looked sheepishly at the countertenor, who looked to be in shock.
"What did you do?" Kurt asked, his hand reaching to hold Sam's now blonde locks.
"Sam, dude," David interjected, "What were you thinking? You look like-"
"Okay! Okay! Yes I'm blonde now, moving on."
Kurt was still looking at Sam's hair disapprovingly.
"It was lemon juice wasn't it? Are you at least taking care of it? They make special shampoo for treated hair, you know."
Now the rest of the glee club looked confused. They didn't understand how Kurt and Sam knew each other.
"Uh, Kurt," Finn began. "Um, dude, how do you know Sam? He's new here."
Kurt let out a chuckle.
"Well when he wasn't a wannabe Barbie," Sam glared at Kurt, "He was my roommate."
"But Kurtie, you said your roommate had brown hair. Sam has yellow hair." Brittany looked at Kurt with wide eyes.
"Oh, Boo, he used to have brown hair. But he thought your hair was so pretty, he decided he wanted that color too."
Brittany smiled widely, "Thank you, Sam."
Sam's eyebrow rose, "You're welcome?"
The choir room was filled with a banging sound and all eyes turned to Wes who was standing by the piano. In his hand was a wooden gavel. Kurt turned to David.
"You let him bring the gavel?"
David looked sheepish.
"What was I supposed to do confiscate it?
"Yes."
David was about to respond when Wes started banging the gavel again.
"Wes, I swear on Marc Jacobs that if you bang that gavel one more time, I will shove it so far-"
Sam grabbed Kurt as the countertenor began to make his way toward Wes.
"How about we have a jam session," Sam suggested.
Mercedes smiled, "I call first song with my white boy."
"Please, I am dying. They are suffocating me with Top 40 songs. I am going through Broadway withdrawal, Cedes. Although, that last number made me feel a little better."
Mercedes smiled at her best friend, "Well we could do more Rent."
"What do you have in mind?" Kurt asked with a smirk.
"Well I would suggest 'Today 4 U' but it wouldn't be the same without the Zebra Santa dress."
"Cedes, Angel's whole outfit was fabulous. Especially those heels-"
"So how about something to show off your lower range."
Kurt quirked an eyebrow, but smiled when Mercedes began. (Mercedes/Kurt/[all])
New York City -
Uh huh
Center of the universe
Sing it girl –
Blaine, David, Wes, and Sam all had wide eyes. They couldn't believe Kurt could make his voice that low.
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
I hear you
It's a comfort to know
Mercedes walked Kurt towards the chairs.
When you're singing the hit-the-road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go
After New York would be a pleasure cruise
Mercedes sat herself gracefully in one of the chairs. Kurt followed her lead, but sat slumped. It was very un-Kurt like.
Now you're talking
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers - that I know
And I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle
All this misery pays no salary, so
Kurt jumped up and began weaving his way through his friends.
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Oh sunny Santa Fe would be nice
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
Oh-oh
Oh—
Kurt sat on the piano.
You teach?
- I teach - Computer Age Philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
Mercedes threw her arms in the air.
America
[America!]
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You could make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You could drum a gentle drum
I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!
Kurt got off the piano and pulled Mercedes up from her chair.
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gains
[Gains, gains, gains]
Mercedes and Kurt once again were dancing around the room.
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains
[Save our brains]
We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Oh-
Oh—
Kurt and Mercedes dropped into two chairs.
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds...prairie dogs...
Yeah
Blaine was mesmerized by Kurt's voice. He was so talented. He was dancing and singing with the rest of the glee club like he had never left. But if he was so happy here, why did he leave? Blaine was afraid of the answer.
