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Day 2 (Wednesday)
Blaine's POV
"Man these times are hard," I sang to the glee club for my song. "We're gonna start by drinking cheap old bottles of wine, sit talking up all night. Saying things we haven't for a while. A while yea. We're smiling but we're close to tears, even after all these years. We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time."
I kept forgetting other people were in the room while singing, just thinking that it was Kurt and me, no one else. We both looked like hell with our welts, even though Kurt's were way more noticeable. The football players in glee had gotten in some major brawl with the other players sometime today over the incident. They all got Saturday detention.
I finished my song, feeling so much better now that I released those feelings into the world. Rachael stood up, grinning. "I'd just like to say that I think it's wonderful that you two are so comfortable with your sexuality that you'd perform such a song! Bravo!"
"Shut up Rachael," Artie said, as fed up with her as the rest of us are.
"Anyone else have their song picked out for today?" Mr. Shue asked. Kurt stood up. "Kurt?"
"I have a song ready, one that is somewhat out of what I normally sing," he said, standing in front of us. The band started playing a song that sounded familiar. "Is there a heart inside the night? I can feel its vital signs. The beat goes dry, and the spirit dies. Oh. I want to dig this tinsel town, until its six feet under ground. It's safe to say that timing is everything. I wanna be free," he sang, throwing his arms back when he sang free. "I wanna be loved. I wanna be more than you're thinking of. Everything seems to be estranged when you're alone."
At first I didn't understand why he'd pick this song, but I understood once I realized how much he emphasized freedom. He wanted to be free from Karofsky's reign of terror. "One day I'll stop keeping track and give myself time to react. One dayyyyy. One daaaaaaaayyyyyyy."
His voice fit perfectly when he hit those high notes that escaped most guys, and he maneuvered easily through some of the difficult rhythms. Everyone applauded him as he threw himself into the chair next to me, like he exhausted himself by singing that song.
"That was awesome," I said, putting my hand on his knee. A blush crept up his cheek, as he sat there with his eyes closed. "You're awesome."
"You are too," he said under his breath.
Chris's POV
I feel like such a creep when I watch the glee club from behind the door. Soon I'll be one of them. I filled out my letter of resignation as library assistant today and left it on the librarian's desk. By next week, I'll be a glee clubber! I was so excited, just thinking about it. Artie and I would get to spend a lot more time together, and who knows? Maybe something will come out of it.
I dragged my feet as I walked back to the library. Even though I wasn't going to be an assistant for much longer, I still had to fulfill my duties until the end of the week. I walked into the library to see Dave, flipping through a book. I tried to ignore him, but it was hard. Why would a jock be in the library?
"Are you going to check that out?" I asked from behind the desk. He looked up at me, tilting the book. I caught a glimpse of the cover. "Doing a report on the Columbine shooting?"
"Something like that," he said, putting the book away. For a second, I actually felt sorry for him.
"Are you alright? I know I must've come off as…harsh in the parking lot yesterday but…" I paused, not sure if I should say anything else.
"I... I have to go," he said, grabbing his things and leaving.
"If you need anything, ask," I said in his direction, not sure if he actually heard me. "Bye then."
I plugged myself in and tuned out. Next To Normal was playing through my mp3 while I worked, checking in all the books people left down here. I couldn't get Karofsky out of my head though. He must be going through a lot if his parents maybe found out… That's no excuse. He's bullying people who I consider my friends… Wait a minute…. Isn't he supposed to not be in school?
"Hey," I heard, making me jump. I saw Artie, sitting in front of my desk. I felt a smile creep across my face.
"Hey," I said back. I unplugged myself but continued working.
"You're going to be at jazz band on Saturday right?" he asked, adjusting his glasses.
"Uh huh. Will you be there? I heard that you have a Saturday detention," I said, looking up to see his proud smile.
"Yea, I'll be there, and that detention is worth it. We were sticking up for our friends," he said.
"Speaking of that matter… Karofsky was just in here… Isn't he not supposed to be?"
"The media center isn't considered part of the school, since it's actually privately owned, so he's allowed in here."
"Weird."
"Very."
"So… Do you need a ride home or something?" I asked, making sure he wasn't just waiting for a ride.
"Actually, I was thinking maybe we could go get coffee or something. My treat," he said. I felt my face turn pink.
"I- I can't. I have work, and… family things," I said, feeling bad. "Rain check? How about after jazz band on Saturday?"
"Sounds good," he said, smiling. I quickly wrapped up my work and we headed out.
Kurt's POV:
"It's raining!" Blaine shouted as we walked outside.
"It is Ohio Blaine," I grumbled, hating the fact that the weather changed constantly.
"Yea, but we're driving to my house today, remember?" Blaine said, taking my hand. I had completely forgotten that I was going to sleep over at his house. My dad was afraid that the football players might try to hurt us again.
"I completely forgot! Can we run to my house so I can pack my things?" I asked, holding a trapper over my head to protect my hair from the rain as we walked to his car.
"Of course. Just please, only pack enough for one night. You don't need to bring an entire suitcase," he said, giving me a wink.
"Well, including my moisturizing creams and hair care products, I may need an entire suitcase," I said excitedly. I've never been to Blaine's house, although I have met his parents. His mom is pretty nice, although she always seems a little buzzed, but his dad is a major dick. I wouldn't tell Blaine that I think that though.
We got into his car, which for once wasn't vandalized (it probably was but was washed off with the rain), and drove to my house.
"If you want, you can wait in the car," I said, putting my trapper back above my head.
"Knowing you, you're going to take a while to pack. I'll come in," he said, closing and locking the car behind us as we trudged through the rain into my house.
"You can sit on the couch or something. Dad doesn't want you in my room," I said, running up the steps while I'm talking. I'm sure he nodded or something, but I didn't notice. I was just making my mental checklist.
Kurt's Sleepover Mental Checklist
Pajamas
A few outfits for tomorrow (so I have options)
Toothbrush
Toothpaste
Comb
Hair care products
Moisturizers
Journal
Cell phone
Cell phone charger
School stuff (since there's school in the morning)
Pillow
Blanket
Shower stuff
Towel
A book
Some cds
Concealer (just in case)
Deodorant
Anything else that seems necessary at the moment.
Once I had everything in my suitcase and a small carry on bag, I dragged them down the stairs, slipping my cell phone into my pocket.
"Ready?" Blaine asked, sitting on the bench near the front door. "You look like you're moving out or something."
"I just like to be prepared," I said, grabbing an umbrella out of the closet. It was one of those cool clear umbrellas that goes around you. Blaine got under it with me as we walked out to his car and packed my things into the trunk. It was a pleasant surprise that we weren't sneak attacked when we got in the car. Blaine hit the button to turn on his music. "Please no more Panic! At the Disco."
"Aw, why? I love this cd!" he said, focusing on pulling out of my driveway, which gave him more problems than it should, since it's straight.
"I do too; however, I've heard the entire cd a million times. If all the songs were like Always, then maybe I wouldn't mind," I said, picking up his cd case off the floor of his car. I started flipping through it, looking for something good to listen to for a long drive. He lived a good two hours away, more like 2 and a half. "This is a good one," I said, pulling out the first disc of the Rent soundtrack. "The movie cast? Really?"
"They're practically the Broadway cast! Besides, I like the movie Mimi so much more than the Broadway!" he defended.
"Yes, but everything is better on Broadway!" I argued back, putting in the cd anyways. He just smiled, turning up his wipers because the rain was getting pretty bad.
"You know, you dance like Anthony Rapp," he said after the song "Rent" finished.
"What?" I asked, looking over at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"You've seen the movie, right?"
"Of course I have!"
"Well, think about La Vie Boheme. Try to remember his dancing. That is how you dance," he said, grinning ear to ear. I sat there, closing my eyes, and then I remembered.
"I do not!"
"I didn't mean it as an insult. It's cute," he said, still grinning. "You flail about like you were tazed or something. You should've seen yourself at Prom last year when Take It Off came on. You were all over the place."
"I was not! You are most definitely making that up!" I argued, knowing I was probably wrong, but not wanting to believe that I dance like a dork.
"Oh, I just wish I had a video camera. It was one of those things that I would've loved to show at your graduation party this year," he chuckled.
The drive continued with us not talking much about anything other than Rent. We sang along with every song, making our own variations of the songs.
"They say that I have the best ass below Fourteenth Street. Is it true?" I asked with a wink. He laughed so hard that he didn't finish Roger's line.
My heart jumped in my chest when I'll Cover You came on. It is the best love song ever written, in my personal opinion. Collins and Angel are the most beautiful couple in Broadway history. I started singing Angel's part, which was in a comfortable range for me. Blaine sang along in Collins's part, having to make his voice lower than usual, but I didn't mind. When it went low like that, shivers crawled up my back.
My phone started buzzing in my pocket as the song ended. It was an unfamiliar number so I muted the music and held it to my ear. "Hello?" I asked into the phone. All I could hear was breathing. "Hello?"
Whoever was on the other line started saying my name under their breath. I hung up, staring out at the road.
"Is everything alright?" Blaine asked, noticing I didn't turn the music on right away like I normally would have.
"Yea… everything is fine."