The entire meeting was a weird mixture quick glances and Kurt's attempts to sneak over to the cowboy while dancing (he wasn't really sure what he'd do once he got there but he just had the urge to get near his next possible love interest). The problem was the he sat near the back so Kurt couldn't get near him without the other band members giving him weird looks. So in the end, Kurt gave up and just settled for looking at the cowboy from the corner of his eye until the meeting ended. Kurt saw his chance as soon as the bell rang. He quickly got all his things together but before he could even take two steps, Mr. Shue called the cowboy over. Only good thing about that was the he heard the teacher say the cowboy's name.
"Jason" He said.
"It's not a full name but it's a start." Thought Kurt.
Kurt didn't want it to be obvious that he was waiting for the conversation to end, so he decided to leave. Since he knew now that the cowboy (or should we say "Jason"?) was at least attending the same school, Kurt saw a glimmer of hope.
Unfortunately, Jason didn't seem to be in any of Kurt's other classes. This brought Kurt down a little so he decided to eat lunch outside.
He was half-way into eating his whole-grain turkey sandwich when someone held out a sheet of paper in front of him. It took a moment to realize what it was: His essay that he had completed that weekend...
Kurt didn't even realize that it was missing! It must have slipped out when he was stuffing his things into his bag at the end of Glee club. This good news got even better when he looked up to see who was holding the paper: Jason, the cowboy.
"Hi..." He said; only realizing that his mouth was partially full after the fact.
"Hey." Jason replied. "Small world, huh?"
As he handed the paper to Kurt, their fingers touched. All of what he had tried to forget that day at the mall came flooding back and he couldn't help but blush. Kurt quickly looked down and put the essay into his bag.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Sit away." Kurt replied with a chuckle.
"My god, I'm an idiot..."
Jason sat next Kurt.
"I'm Jason by the way." He said as he rested his foot on the next bleacher down. "Jason Hawkings."
"Kurt Hummel" Kurt replied "Pleasure to meet you."
With a laugh, they exchanged a brief hand shake. Once they let go, Jason took a fig bar out of his pocket and began to break pieces off and toss them into his mouth.
"You're a great singer..." Jason said after a few moments of silence.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean, to be honest I'm not really that into music with vocals in it but I liked it when you sang... kind of reminded me of opera."
"I thought you just said that you didn't like music with vocals?"
"Well, opera's different."
Jason changed his position to where he was facing Kurt.
"You see with most modern music, the artist is trying to portray a story or say a statement in five minutes or less. This usually turns into cryptic messages where the listener has to figure out what the person is actually saying where they could have been listening to the beauty of the song. Or even worse, the singer just says the same thing over and over like they're trying to brand the message into your head.
Opera's not like that. They say what's going on right up front and they have three, sometimes even four hours, to tell the story. With this, the story can be told in a relatively easy way and still let the audience be sucked into the music."
"Wow..." Breathed Kurt.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just..." it took Kurt a second to rap his head around what Jason had just said "I never really expected you to see things like that."
Jason chuckled as he tossed another piece of fig bar into his mouth.
"Yeah, I get that sometimes."
"I mean, I'm sorry if that sounds insulting or anything-"
"No, no, it's fine." Jason replied "Ever since I was a kid my mom's been taking me to art shows, operas, orchestra concerts... She was raised with five brothers so I guess it's her way of living the life she never really had. I like it, though. I get to blindside people when they think that I'm just some illiterate redneck... Not that I thought that you thought that, I mean."
"Oh no, of course not!"
There was another short silence.
"I knew that there was something about him that I loved other then his looks!" Kurt thought as he finished his sandwich.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"I think Carmen is playing at the opera house tonight."
Kurt raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. Trying desperately to control his excitement.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean... My mom and I were supposed to go together but the baby sitter canceled at the last minute so Mom said that if I found someone to go with, then I could take them instead. So I was just wondering... You wanna go with me?"
Kurt's heart skipped a beat. A date? Was Jason asking him out on a date?
"I mean, you know, to thank you for helping me find Ashley."
"Who the hell's Ashley?... Sister! That must be his sister..." Kurt excitement was dimmed a bit on hearing this. It wasn't technically a date then. It was just a way of saying "thank you". Still, what could hurt in saying "yes"?
"Ok..." Kurt replied. Jason gave his lovely smile.
"Ok, then." He began to rummage around his bag. "Let me just give you my cell 'cause I'm not too familiar with the directions..."
After a second his pulled out a pin but continued to look. Kurt did the same. He was out of blank paper and all of the other things in his bag, he needed for his other classes.
"I'm out of paper..." he said.
"Ditto" replied Jason "... can I see your hand?"
"Uh... Ok."
Kurt extended his hand and Jason gently took it and began to write on it. Jason's skin texture was a combination of small calluses scattered all over his hand and incredibly smooth skin on the rest of it. Must be from years of practicing the cello. Or maybe he works outside a lot too.
After a few seconds, he stopped. Kurt looked at his hand to find that Jason had written his initials and cellphone number on his palm.
"That works too." He muttered
Right then, the bell rang and the people who were also sitting on the bleachers started to file back inside. Jason ate the last few pieces of his fig bar and stuffed the rapper in his pocket.
"It's at seven, I think, but I'll call you at around five to confirm everything." Said Jason as he stood up and wiped the fig crumbs off his pants.
"Sounds great." Kurt replied. He was savorily understating how he felt right then.
They both walked off in opposite directions. As Kurt walked along the track towards the entrance of the school, he gazed down at the phone number on his palm; happily daydreaming on what tonight was going to hold.
