May Freshman Year.
To: Kurt Hummel-Anderson
From: David Karofsky
Subject: Summer
Hey Kurt, I was wondering if you and Blaine were coming back to Lima over the summer? Walt and I were thinking about renting out a house for the summer and wanted to know if you two were interested in rooming with us. Can you get back to me soon, so we can know if we can sign the lease or not?
David.
To: David Karofsky
From: Kurt Hummel-Anderson
Subject: Re: Summer
Blaine and I are actually coming back to Lima for the summer, mostly since my dad really misses me and Miss. Brown and Mr. Shue are getting married. We were planning on just staying at my house, but renting a house with you guys sounds like way more fun. Go ahead and sign the lease. I'm sure Blaine will be fine with it. How's your finals week going? I haven't heard from you much, so I'm assuming school's been giving you lots to work on.
Kurt.
To: Kurt Hummel-Anderson
From: David Karofsky
Subject: Re:Re: Summer.
Sounds good! The place is actually really nice. It has two bedrooms, so we won't all have to share a bed, and it has two bathrooms so we won't all have to wait an hour for you to get ready in the morning. ;) I'm going to the wedding too. Can you believe her and Mr. Shue are getting married?
School has been swamping me. Have you ever tried to read the entire Bible? It isn't easy. Not to mention having to write papers about each book in it. I know you don't believe in this stuff, so I'm sure you've never touched a Bible in your life, but to give you an idea, the pages are as thin as phone book pages. Finals aren't going too badly, except Walt has been singing so much since he's nervous about the song he has to sing for his final. It's from that barber musical, the one where he kills people? Anyways, I think you guys will get along with him. He's excited to meet you both.
David.
Blaine came home from his Anatomy final with his brains completely fried, and proceeded to collapse on the nice bed in their dorm. Kurt closed his laptop after reading Dave's reply to his last email and laid down next to his husband, playing with his curly hair.
"How'd it go?" Kurt asked, trying to keep Blaine somewhat awake so he could tell him about their living arrangements.
"I think I might've failed it…" Blaine admitted. "Actually, I think next year I'm going to change majors."
"Really? Change to what?" Kurt asked, actually interested. He would love for Blaine to change majors. It would be nice to come home from school and not find some dead animal on the table and Blaine poking around its insides.
"I don't know yet. Maybe an English teacher… Or, I don't know. A music teacher? I miss singing a lot," Blaine admitted. "And I haven't played the trombone or the piano since junior year… I miss music."
"Then go into music education! You'd be so good at that Blaine. And, when you go to NYU, you can practically get a job anywhere! I could see you teaching little elementary kids how to sing or play an instrument! Or even you being a Mr. Shue!" Kurt rambled, imagining the possibilities.
"I've got to think about it. And I need to get back into practice, if I do decide to do that. Maybe I'll go into editing," Blaine said, rolling on his back and staring at the ceiling. "I use to be so sure of what I wanted to do, and now I realize it isn't what I wanted at all." Kurt paused, hearing something strange in Blaine's voice.
"What do you mean by that?" Kurt asked.
"In high school, I thought that I had it all planned out and knew exactly what I wanted, but now I don't know," Blaine said with a sigh.
"You don't… you don't like it here do you? Here with me?" Kurt asked, feeling himself shaking as he sat up.
"What? No, I didn't mean it like that. I love New York City, and I adore you Kurt. I meant career wise. Nononono, don't take it that way. I don't regret anything as far as that goes," Blaine said with a smile as he sat up and kissed his husband's head. "We should get some sleep. There's more final's tomorrow."
"Kurt said to go ahead and sign the lease," Dave said as he finished typing his reply to Kurt. Walt was sitting on one of their beds, trying to memorize these lyrics to this song that he should've learned a week ago but completely procrastinated on and had to sing tomorrow.
"That's nice," Walt said, focusing more on what he's doing. Dave took that as a sign that he was busy and grabbed his Bible off the shelf to study for his tests. He hated to admit this to himself, but the more he's been in his classes and the more he deals with the complete discrimination he gets from his teachers, the more he wants to change majors.
"Walt, what would you say if I told you that I think I might change majors next year?" Dave asked, closing his Bible.
"What do you mean David? You're constantly raving about that stuff," Walt said, still only paying half attention.
"I know, but the more I go through these classes-"
"The more it becomes a chore and a duty, rather than being something you love?" Walt answered, feeling the same thing as he read these lyrics over and over. Dave nodded. "I feel you there. I've never hated singing more in my life than I do right now."
"So, what would you say if I told you that I think I might go into Physical Education?" Dave asked.
"You wanna be a gym teacher?" Walt said with a chuckle. "David, honey, that's practically your calling. I'd say go for it."
"Well, what are you going to do then?" Dave asked, taking the music away from his boyfriend's death grip so he'd finally give him his full attention.
"I'm going to work through it and look for that passion… And, if I can't find it, I can always teach French."
"You speak French?" Dave asked, pretty surprised. "In that case, what does that one line mean in that Lady Marmalade song?"
"Oh, voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? That means 'do you want to sleep with me tonight'?" he said with a wink. Dave blushed.
"Oh. ok." He suddenly had a new appreciation for that song.
