Hey guys! I've been a little preoccupied. But I didn't get a lot of reviews, and reads so I was so uninspired to write. See. Reviews make me write faster.
I didn't go to school the next day. Which was a great thing because I don't know if i could face Blaine. I would rather he still be mad at me, then go back into his cold. Hard, and mean shell. Every time I think of him a new wave of tears begins to wash over me. Why was I getting so emotional? He was just a translator to me. Nothing more, but I relied on him to communicate. So eventually, and i did have to go back, I would have to face him, But for now, Laying here in my bed, wishing I could hear myself cry was enough.
"Bud?" A tentitive knock on my door came. I reached over and grabbed a small bell from beside my bed, and rang it lightly. It was one of the meny symobls in my house that I use to answer someone when they can't seen my signing. The bell was a sign that people could come into my room. I would knock back on the door if I wanted to be alone. The door swung open, and I squeezed my eyes shut trying to stop the tears from falling down my face. Burt had tried almost a hundred times to get me to tell him what happened last night. I wouldn't. I shook my head, and went up to my room. Later texting him when I wanted to stay from school. Saying i was having adjusment issues.
"Hey. The shop called me in. Will you be okay by yourself today?" I nodded, and turned my back to him curling into my blankets. He sighed and ran a hand through my hair. The same thing my mom used to do for me when I refused to talk.
"Finn will be home around five." I nodded and waited for my door to shut agian before climbing out of bed and into my walk in closet. White skinny jeans. A pea coat, and knees boots. I positioned a beanie on my head, and walked out my front door to my Navigator.
The afternoon was spent buying christmas presents, Coffee, and answering frantic texts from Rachel. A new friend I had made a few weeks ago.
Oh rachel would like those shoes. I thought as I approached the vintage clothing store. It was a little pricey, but apparently EVERYTHING was 100% vintage. I bought the shoes. Black flats with a silver ankle ribbon, and little golden heart buckles on the toes. I paid for my items when i observed the wall behind the cashier. Their. Placed in a small clear case, was a braclet. Nothing special. It had a semi think chain which was polished silver, and a small pendent. The pendent looked like a stone, but not. It was smooth, oval, and deep blue. On the front It read, 'courage' I paused. Stairing at it. I needed to get that for him. Even if I'll never give it to him. I pointed to the braclet and the cashier gave me an odd look before turning around and grabbing the braclet off of the show manaquin's hand, and holding it out to me. It felt heavy, cold, yet warm in my palm. My thumb traced over the stone, which was even colder. It reminded me of Blaine's personality. Cold, yet warm when it needed to be. I nodded, and handed it back motioning that I'll take it. He rang up the jewlery, and I almost collapsed at the price. But I don't think I would allow myself to let him put it back so I swipped my credit card, and watched in awe as he placed it into a velvet box, before pushing it toward me.
I remembed the days I used to sing. It was so wonderful, knowing that if I couldn't express something with normal words, I could always sing it. I had recorded myself many times. At the time I could never stand listening to my voice. Now it seemed like the only type of comfort I had.
I scanned my wall of home CD's before grabbing one off the wall. A silver disk in a light blue case labled, 'Hero.' It was almost 4:30, and Finn would be coming over to check on me soon, so I wrote a note and taped it to the door saying, 'Just come in. Doorbell does not work.' ~Kurt. Before turning to my piano, I placed the voice only CD into the large player above me. I almost cried when my voice came out, singing a soft version of 'I need a hero,' By Ella Mae Bowen. I fell in love with it in the new Footlose Movie. I began to play a melody to match the voice.
One. two. three.
oohhhh, wwooaohhhh, where have all the good men gone,
and where are all the gods?
Where is the street wise hercules to defy the raising odds?
Isn't their a white knight? Upon a fiary steep?
Late at night I toss and turn
and dream of what I need/.
I need a hero.
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
hes gotta be strong
hes gotta be fast
and hes gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero,
Im holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure.
He's gotta be soon.
And he's gotta be larger then life.
Tears began to spill over my eyes. As I heard the front door open. Must be Finn... I thought. Maybe if he heard me playing he will leave. Kurt's hand repositioned themselves over the keys as he started the next verse.
dadada da da da
da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da
Somewhere after midnight. In my wildest fantasy.
Some are just beyond my reach,
Theres someone reaching back to me.
acing on the thunder and rising with the heat I need a hero
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight...
"Kurt?" A voice asked. I whipped around on my bench stopping my playing, and pressing pause on my radio. There stood before me was Blaine Anderson. Oh god. He was listening to me playing. And had heard my singing on my CD. I swolloed. Blaine was stairing at me, and I gapped back. I looked over his shoulder and say my bag on it. O. Thats right. I ran out before I grabbed my bag.
What are you doing here?' I signed. Blaine read my hands, and looked defeated.
"You forgot your beg. I was going to give it to you at school, but you didn't show up... i got... Worried." He set my bag on my bed but didn't move. I nodded in thanks. My mind realing back to the braclet that I had gotten fro him. Would It be overstepping my bounds if I gave it to him.
"I'm really sorry.. About... last night. I never meant for that to happen." Blaine said looking down at his feat. He also pulled another folder out from under his arm, and crossed the room holding it out for me. It was homework. Blaine had gotten my homework for when I skipped school.
'Thank you' I signed. Blaine nodded, before looking back at my piano. "You play?" He asked. I nodded. "Who was that singing?" He asked. I pointed to the radio, and he began touching it before pulling his hands away.
"May I?" He asked. I bit my lip once before nodding. He opened the disk drive and took out the home CD before reading the words on it
'Kurt Hummel, Holding out for a Hero' He gapped.
"This was you? While you could still... When you could?" He asked. I nodded again, and we stood in silence.
"How did it happen?" He asked in a small voice. I eyed him. "You don't have to tell me! Not if you don't want to." Why should I tell this boy anything? He was so mean! But I couldn't stop my hands as they began signing.
It was a car accident. Well. Not really an accident. A few bullies from my old school took the brakes out of my car. I was flying through an intersection by the time I finally noticed. Blaine looked down fidgiting with his shirt. I slowly rose up to my full height. Blaine was a little taller then I was, and before I knew it he had his arms wrapped around me crying. Like it was him who had lost his voice.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so so sorry Kurt." He said. That made me cry. I burried my face into his chest and let it out.
"Nobody will hurt you anymore Kurt. I promise."
And I believed him.
Hey guys! THIS IS NOT THE LAST WE SEE OF MEAN BLAINE! We may have one last occurance.
Dare-out
