Class Three
Kurt sat in class waiting for the professor to arrive with his head leaning on hand for support with his elbow on the desk. He was up all night at the health food store, his job, with restocking inventory. He managed to grab some celery for today's assignment and it was in a brown paper bag on top of his desk. He also wrote a paragraph describing his favorite food yesterday. It was very difficult to describe the texture and taste of a salad.
"Hey, you look tired," a voice said.
Kurt looked up expecting Ralphie but it was the blonde kid instead, Jeff. He was looking at Kurt in a weird way.
Blaine, the curly head boy also noticed the look on Jeff's face and strained to listen to their conversation closer.
"Uh yeah, just was up late last night," Kurt said sitting up properly.
"Been partying? I love a good party," Jeff said smiling and inching closer to Kurt.
"No, I was working."
Kurt was definitely not the party type.
Blaine was stiff and completely focused on Kurt. He did not like the way Jeff was moving closer to him.
Jeff likes to wear shirts from Abercrombie and Hollister with a pair of khaki pants and flip flops to jazz it up.
Kurt was oblivious to both boys, he just wanted a nap.
The professor came in interrupting Jeff trying to move his desk closer to Kurt and started talking. They got started with today's class.
People volunteered to read their description and the others had to guess what the food was.
"Fish sticks!"
"Chicken nuggets!"
"Wings!"
A girl in glasses shook her head no to all of the guesses.
"It is a corn dog," she finally said.
"Ohhhh," the class said in amazement.
They did a few more descriptions of Dorritos, shrimp, and Kurt guessed chocolate correctly for one of them.
Then the teacher went off in a lecture about making the reader feel and smell it in their mind by using the right descriptive words.
"Okay, did everyone bring a food. Don't show us," he looked around at the bags with concealed items on the desks. "Good, get into groups of three and share your food," he pointed his finger to emphasize, "but don't look at it. Write down descriptive words then try and guess what it is."
Kurt didn't want to turn to his left because he knew Jeff would be looking at him. He didn't not want to hear any 'One time at this party…' stories so he turned to his right and smiled at a girl dressed in black. She smiled back, "Group?" she said.
Kurt nodded, then she looked to her right at Blaine and asked if he wanted to be in their group too. He took one look at Kurt and nodded happily. The girl in their group was wearing a black dress in lace that was long enough to cover her ankles. In contrast, with her gothic style dress and accessories she was actually quite tan. Kurt had a strong urge to ask her about that, when people were usually so pale with that style.
The moved their desks into a huddle as did the rest of the class.
"I'm Mary," she grinned. There was an odd ratio of happy people in this class, Kurt thought. Most classes people looked bored and would rather be doing something else than sit in a class and hear an old person lecture about nothing important.
"Kurt."
"Blaine."
"Okay!" Mary clapped her hands together, "I'll go first."
She reached in her bag, "Close your eyes and put your hand out and I will place it on your palm."
They did as instructed and Kurt felt something light on his palm.
"Okay, you can put it in your mouth now."
Kurt put the thing in his mouth and started chewing and opened his eyes. He saw Blaine still had his eyes closed and was chewing.
Mary giggled, "You can open your eyes Blaine."
"I'm trying to imagine the food in my mind," Blaine said, his eyes still closed.
"How's that going?" Kurt asked with a smile.
Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Kurt. "Not so good," he smiled back.
They then wrote down words. Kurt wrote down words like fluffy, sweet, squishy.
He knew what it was.
"Do you know?" Mary asked excitedly.
"Marshmallow," Kurt and Blaine said at the same time.
"Yes!" she squealed. "Good job!"
Blaine got a water bottle out of his bag and took a sip. Kurt tried very hard not to stare at his throat as he gulped down the water or his mouth after he was done, there water a little water that escaped so Blaine licked his lips to stop it from dripping down his chin.
While Kurt was silently whimpering in his mind.
"Your turn Kurt."
Uh?
Oh yeah, Mary was still there and she was talking.
"Okay," he went in his bag while the other two put out their hands and closed their eyes.
He placed a bite size piece of celery in their hands.
"Okay, ready."
They started chewing with loud crunches.
"Hmmm, watery, stringing." Mary was thinking out loud.
Blaine started writing down right away.
"I have no idea!" Mary said.
"I do-" Blaine said.
"Don't tell me, don't tell me," she cut him off.
Blaine mouthed celery to Kurt while Mary was still thinking out loud.
Kurt giggled and nodded yes.
After a little guessing from Mary, she finally gave up.
"Okay, tell me what it is!" she said sighing in defeat.
"Celery," Kurt and Blaine both said at the same time again.
"Wow, you guys are good." Mary said and they both just shrugged.
Blaine's turn was next and Kurt knew what the food was right away, while Mary had no idea again.
"Carrot," Kurt said after Mary gave up guessing.
They looked around the room and it seemed that people were still testing foods. They got done early so Mary excused herself to go to the bathroom.
It was just Kurt and Blaine, sitting close to each other in their desks.
Kurt was fidgeting with his hands and Blaine was shuffling awkward in his desk.
Well, this is great.
"Have you been writing a long time?"
Kurt let out a sign, he was so glad Blaine started talking, because he had no idea what to say.
"Yeah, just random stuff, for fun. You?
"Yeah, same here, I get these stories in my head and I just have to write them down and then they all unfold from there."
"Yeah, it's just like you have to write them down or you feel they will just disappear from your head."
"Yeah, but when you go to write them down they turn out completely different from in your head."
"Yes, I know exactly what you are talking about. Or a song you have a little bit of the lyrics but you can't seem to finish it."
"Yes! I hate when that happens. Maybe we could share each other's stories sometime?" Blaine said tentatively. "Give opinions, or suggestions?"
Kurt definitely liked the way this conversation turned out.
"Yes, sure I'd like that." Kurt said grinning.
Blaine went to reach for his bag. "I actually have a story I just finished if you want to read it, I mean you don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, I want to," Kurt tried not to sound to eager. "I have time to read it."
Blaine got out from his bag some papers stapled together.
He handed them to Kurt.
"Thanks," he smiled and took them.
"No thank you, and I want an honest opinion."
"Okay," and Kurt put them into his bag. "I would give you one of mine, but they are all on my computer."
"Next time," Blaine smiled.
Then Mary got back from the bathroom and the rest of the groups were finished.
They had a class discussion about their experience.
"Now, it is my turn," the professor said. "Everyone no peaking and when everyone gets one we will eat it together."
But Kurt missed that part because he was thinking of Blaine and what is story could be about so when the item was placed in his palm he put it in his mouth and opened his eyes.
He then realized the professor was still handing it out and everyone's eyes were closed. While he was realizing that he was hit with a sudden taste of extreme sour. It was tangy and sweet and raspberry. He couldn't help but make a face like it just ate a lemon.
"Okay you can all eat it now," the professor said.
Kurt looked around at everyone making the faces he just made. Some where yelling, some where shrieking, one girl even spit it out on the floor.
The professor just looked at them and laughed.
"War Heads?" Jeff said. "You gave us War Heads?"
"Extreme War Heads," the professor corrected. "It was either that or pig's feet."
And there was a chorus of eww's.
Blaine on the other hand seemed to be enjoying it.
"Hmm, mine tastes good, raspberry. What'd you get?"
"I got raspberry too. You like sour stuff?"
"Yeah, I used to eat a lot when I was a kid and I am kinda immune to the sourness now."
"Interesting."
The girl that spit hers out on the floor though was Mary.
"That was completely disgusting," she said making a sour face.
Kurt and Blaine were laughing at her face. It was a pretty funny face.
Once everyone had calmed down the class was nearly over.
"Next assignment is to write hiakus, one about fear and one about love. And I want you to draw what you feel around them.
They put the desks back together in there places and departed.
Kurt went straight to the library, sat in a deserted corner, and started reading Blaine's story.
