Blurt Chapter 10, a glee fanfic

Episode 10: Original Songs

Kurt had had enough. Over the last week, the preparations for Regionals have taken over the entire lives of the Warblers. The Council had made it clear that Blaine was their star, and have appointed him as their soloist for each of the numbers they were about to perform. To Kurt's astonishment, Blaine has been acting like a queen ever since they received the news. He wasn't used to this sort of behavior. And now, sitting in the common room, doing his homework with the rest of them, he was wondering where on earth was Blaine – he had homework, too.

Right on cue, the doors opened and Blaine entered, singing and raising the entire glee club into song, scattering papers all over.

So scared of breaking it

That you won't let it bend

And I wrote two hundred letters

I would never send

Blaine led them all into the halls, where all the other Dalton students were watching them with admiration.

I am in misery

There ain't nobody who can comfort me

Kurt was trying to seem into the song, but all he could manage was a bitter smile that Blaine, drunk with excitement of the performance, did not notice.

Why do you do what you do to me?

Yeah

Why won't you answer me?

Answer me

Yeah

I am in misery

There ain't nobody who can comfort me

Oh yeah

Girl, you really got me bad

You really got me bad

I'm gonna get you back

They finished the song, and the entire hall burst into applause.

"I really think this could be our opening number," Blaine told Wes, who smiled largely and nodded.

Blaine hopped over to Kurt's side and asked, "What did you think?"

Kurt turned to look at him, and Blaine's smile faltered when he saw that Kurt wasn't smiling at him.

"Blaine, listen. I don't want to offend you or anything. You're a marvelous singer, you know I really like your singing, and I really like you."

Blaine smiled.

"But lately I've got this feeling that…this whole 'lead soloist' gig is getting to your head and… it's like we're not the Warblers, we're like Blaine and the Pips."

Kurt began walking and Blaine held his hand, "What are you talking about?"

"All I'm saying is that maybe others should get solos, too. That's all."

"Are you jealous?"

Kurt stared at Blaine. "Maybe."

Blaine sighed, "Look, Kurt, the Council decides who gets the solos. You've had your chance."

Kurt's jaw dropped, and he turned to leave, not saying a single word to Blaine.

Mercedes as sitting in the Choir room with the rest of the New Directions. She had texted Kurt that he and Blaine should come and watch them perform their original songs. Knowing that the Warblers were incredible, they weren't worried about them stealing their ideas.

Santana, who was to perform first, tapped her toe impatiently. "Where are they?"

"Kurt said they'll be here about now…"

Just then Kurt strode into the room, in his Dalton uniform, alone.

Mercedes jumped up and hugged him, he returned the hug affectionately. But then, she noticed that Blaine wasn't there and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Kurt, something wrong with Blaine?"

"Other than him being a greater diva than me? No, everything's fine. So, what's the big secret?"

He sat down, crossing his legs elegantly and everyone smiled wistfully. It was as if he had never left New Directions, except that now, instead of wearing his fancy clothes, he was dressed in the Dalton Academy uniforms.

Mercedes pulled Rachel aside, "You didn't make out with Blaine after the party, did you?"

Rachel looked at her, shocked. "No! He rejected me in favor of Kurt. Maybe it has something to do with solos."

Meanwhile, Tina went and sat in front of the piano while Santana stood beside it, getting ready to sing.

"This is a song I wrote for Sam, it's called Trouty Mouth."

Everyone was silent, and stared as she began swaying to the music Tina was playing.

Trouty mouth

Guppy face

Is that what people's lips look

Where you come from in the south?

Mercedes, sensing that this was not going to be the best song ever, whispered urgently to Kurt. "What's going on?"

Kurt, keeping his eyes on the ex-Cheerio so she won't kill him later, whispered back, "Blaine was being a bitch and boasted how great he was in the middle of the school and then told me that I had my chance and I lost in the solos competition."

Mercedes gasped. "Wait, are you saying that he has a dive side, too?"

"Well, apparently. I was really shocked"

Just then Sam interrupted Santana's song and Puck announced that he, too, wrote a song.

"It's called Big Ass…"

Everyone sighed.

"… Heart."

Puck went to the middle of the room with his guitar and the band joined him in the tune.

My girl went to the doctor

'Cause her heart had palpitations

Kurt's and Mercedes' jaws dropped in shock. The song was absolutely incredible. Granted, it wasn't the best ever, but it was good.

And the doctor said

Oh, lordy

If you don't drop a few, girl

You won't make it past age forty

My girl said

Hey, looky

At my fancy x-ray charts

The doctor looked

And said

Holy hell

That's one G.D

Big ass heart

Everyone looked at Lauren, Puck's girlfriend, who was smiling at him, swaying to the music. As if it were permission to everyone, they all started swaying, clapping with the beat.

That big ass heart is so big

It has to pay for two plane tickets

Oh, that big ass heart

That big ass heart

But even though everyone liked it, Mr. Schuster declined that song, too.

Mercedes raised her hand.

"Mr. Schu? I wrote a song, too."

Kurt looked at Mercedes went up to the piano and cued the band. The music that they began to play was upbeat and very catchy. Kurt found himself tapping his feet to the beat, and on the edge of the seat, waiting to hear what Mercedes wrote. He then noticed that her backup singers were Santana, Tina, Lauren and Brittany and was surprised. Mercedes was usually proud of her own voice alone with no backup.

Mama said get your ass out of bed

I say hell to the no

Said I should brush this dusky head

I said hell to the no

Kurt's jaw dropped. And he could not help but laugh at the next line

They tried to take away my tots

I say hell to the no

'Cause I'm the one who calls the shots

I say hell to the no

Trying to make me change my weave

But I got something up my sleeve

It's a whole lot of

Woah-oh oh

Hell to the no

No, no, no, no, no

Said I should eat my wheaties

You know what?

Hell to the no

Said I should come down with diabetes

Hell to the no

Said I should change my eats

Well, baby that just isn't me

I'm a whole lot of

They went into the second chorus, and by now everyone was clapping with the music, even Mr. Schuster.

Take me, you can leave me

But I won't ever change

If you don't like the way I look

Don't play my game

Time for me to get some R-E-S-P-E-C-T

But if I don't

It's only me

Hey!

The girls went into a second and third chorus, and then the song ended. Everyone was clapping hard and Kurt ran up to hug Mercedes. But somehow Mr. Schuster didn't like that song enough to put it as a contender for Regionals.

Kurt, sensing that Mercedes was too worked up about her song being dismissed so easily, suggested that they go to the Lima Bean. Mercedes accepted gladly.

As they sat down with their drinks Mercedes cornered Kurt.

"Wait, so you're not talking to him? At all?"

"Not till he apologizes." Kurt seemed decisive.

"Sure, I guess he will have to apologize, that was kind of bitchy. I mean, he seems a bigger dive than me!"

At this, Kurt had to laugh into the foam of his drink, and ended up having a froth beard and moustache.

"But I think that you're being a little childish. Wouldn't it better to try and talk to him?"

Kurt looked at her, his face blank. "Talk to him? No, Mercedes, I don't think so."

Kurt was sitting in his room, Pavarotti chirping beside him.

Suddenly, the chirping stopped. Kurt snuck a look at the cage and his heart sank.

There was a little yellow lump lying on the floor of Pavarotti's cage, legs sticking out in strange angels.

Kurt immediately rushed to the common room, where the rest of the Warblers were holding a meeting about their uniforms. Being mad at Blaine, Kurt excused himself from the meeting, but now, he ran there.

In the common room, there was a heated discussion and Blaine was raising his voice.

"I am merely suggesting that instead of red ties and blue piping, we wear blue ties and red piping for the competition."

There was an outburst of protestation and Greg, a chubby adorable bass, cried, "This is a kangaroo court."

Just then the doors opened and Kurt entered, dressed in black and eyes red with tears.

Blaine got up and walked up to Kurt, "What happened?"

Kurt deliberately ignored him and said to the room, "Pavarotti's dead."

There was a shocked silence in the room.

Wes walked up to Kurt, "Are you ok?"

Kurt nodded but only said, "I'd like to honor him with a song, even though I know we're supposed to practice humming and beat-boxing behind Blaine," he threw him a look, "I'd like to sing something in honor of Pavarotti."

Wes nodded and Kurt handed him a tape.

The music began and everyone looked up at Kurt, Blaine sitting on the arm of one of the sofas.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

The Warblers joined Kurt in backup, and Blaine stared at his boyfriend. What had gotten into Kurt? He wondered, usually he wasn't so over-sensitive.

Kurt sang a few more verses before Blaine understood what Kurt was trying to tell him – there were more important things than his solos. He looked at Kurt with admiration, as the slender boy walked about the room, eyes red with tears. Then he felt something inside him, he tried to understand what was happening. His heart had swollen twice its size and was now beating twice as fast and pulling towards Kurt. Blaine looked up at Kurt and smiled, he had fallen in love with Kurt.

Sure, he loved Kurt before, but this time was different. Before, it had been physical love, love that was based on the fact that he liked Kurt for being a boy and for possessing certain features that seemed endearing to Blaine at the time. Now, his heart was open wide, ready to accept Kurt and welcome him inside – Kurt was now something so vital in his life that he could not live without him.

Kurt finished the song, and the room was silent.

Blaine's' breathing was irregular as he looked at Kurt.

The Warblers had assembled once more in the common room, this time to decide the final set list for Regionals. The Council was debating whether or not to just let Blaine decide which songs he wants to sing.

Blaine had enough. "I'm tired of this."

David and Wes looked at each other, "Fine, decide what song you'll sing and send us the list."

Kurt sighed and Blaine continued, "No, I mean I'm tired of the Warblers being all about me."

Kurt's head lifted. What was going on?

"We are going to lose at Regionals."

There was a commotion in the room, Kurt's eyebrows rose so high they nearly reached his hair-line. Now this was interesting.

"I am extremely grateful for you letting me lead you this year, but from what we've seen at Sectionals and what Kurt told me last week about New Directions, I can't beat them on my own."

Kurt could only stare at his soon-to-be-ex-again. Something was going on.

"That's why I think we should do, at least, one duet instead of a solo."

The Council whispered among themselves and then turned to the rest of the club. "All those in favor of Warbler Blaine's proposal."

All the hands, excluding the Council's, rose in unison.

Kurt whispered to the Council, "If you could just put my name on the auditions' list."

Blaine chuckled softly, causing every eye to turn to him. "No auditions, Kurt. I'd like to as the Council's permission to request a duet with Kurt Hummel."

There were now whispers, some were nudging each other, and Kurt was blushing.

"This is ridiculous. Everyone should deserve an equal chance at that honor."

Blaine could barely stop himself from laughing at Kurt's pretentious humbling, and turned to the Council, nodding.

Wes raised his voice, "All those in favor of having Kurt as the second solo?"

All hand rose, and this time, so did the Council's.

"Congratulations, Kurt."

Kurt sat there, stunned. He was singing a duet at Regionals.

With Blaine.

Yay.

Kurt was sitting in the homework room, surrounded by Pavarotti's disassembled casket. He was gluing sequins onto one of the lids as Blaine walked in.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sitting next to Kurt.

"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket."

"Well, finish up. I have the perfect song for Regionals, and I want to practice."

Kurt was interested and set down the sequins and glue. "Tell me."

"'Candles' by Hey Monday."

Kurt stared at Blaine. "That's new, considering you're so Top 40s."

"I wanted something more emotional."

"Why?"

Blaine put his hand on Kurt's, causing the latter to raise his eyes in wonder. "Kurt, I… am so sorry for having been such an insupportable diva lately. It's just that winning Regionals is super-important. I'm sorry for not having accompanied you to McKinley two days ago when Mercedes specifically invited us both, though I knew you were mad at me, I should have come anyways. And I'm so sorry for reminding you about that stupid competition for solos at Sectionals."

Kurt could only stare.

"When you sand 'Blackbird' today, in memory of Pavarotti, I realized something. I love you."

Kurt smiled, "I love you, too."

Blaine smiled slightly and shook his head. "Not in that sense."

Kurt cocked his head, confused,

"I love you, Kurt. I honestly can't see how I I've lived before I met you. Sure, we've been making out and all that. And I like what we have. But what I mean is, I need you beside me, forever."

Kurt stared at him. "Are you serious?"

Blaine blinked, "What?"

"Are you serious?" Kurt repeated. "You're not just making fun of me and playing with me so that I will sing this song with you even though I'm mad at you?"

Blaine smiled, "No. I'm dead serious."

Kurt got up from his seat and sat in Blaine's lap and hugged him tightly. "I love you, too," he said softly.

And he wasn't lying. The moment Blaine told him what he meant, the same feeling began rising in Kurt's chest, rendering him incapable of talking. He only managed to sound sarcastic by a fluke. Right now, Kurt thought he'd explode if he hadn't known that Blaine felt the same way about him.

Regionals.

Kurt was absolutely scared stiff. He knew that he and Blaine were up first as soon as Aural Intensity, Coach Sylvester's glee club, finished their thing. And right now they were performing 'Jesus Is My Friend', and somehow it came across as quite popular. Blaine appeared at his side, jumping up and down, trying to shake off his nerves.

"Has anyone ever literally died on stage?" Kurt asked, twiddling his fingers.

Blaine cast him an appraising look, "Are you nervous?"

"Please don't judge me. It's the first time I've ever performed in front of a competition audience. I have this nightmare where I forget the lyrics. I sing and nothing comes out of my mouth."

Blaine looked at him with a disbelieving look.

"Ok, you can judge me."

Blaine hugged Kurt, "I think it's adorable. I think you're adorable. And we are going to kill this thing, Kurt! I've got a few surprises up my sleeves, so don't worry. This is in the bag."

Before he went on stage, Kurt held his hand. Blaine turned with questions in his eyes.

"I forgot to tell you. I know what New Directions are doing for their part of the competition," he took a deep breath, "they're doing original songs."

Blaine contemplated this and pulled Kurt with him to the stage whispering, "Whatever."

The Warblers took their places on stage, Blaine and Kurt in the front.

The rest of the boys began humming as Kurt, timid and nervous for the first time in his life during a performance, went upstage. The light trained on him.

The power lines are gone

And I am all alone

In the audience, Rachel and Mercedes' mouths were dangling with shock. Kurt had never sung solo in a competition, and then they saw Blaine joining him and they smiled in understanding. The two made up.

Beside them, Puck's eyes were watering with emotion, Lauren smacked his arm, and he just hugged her tightly; the female ex-wrestler gave up and let him hold her.

Mercedes whispered to Rachel, "You'd better have something good. They're awesome."

Rachel's face blanched. "I… I think it will be ok."

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

Blaine saw Kurt's face as they sang and smiled affectionately. Kurt was having a good time and could barely notice anything else except for Blaine's figure beside him.

They finished the song and the entire audience rose to their feet, applauding. Blaine took his bow and saw that Kurt remained in the shadows, he hurriedly pulled him into the spotlight, where he just stood stunned at the attention and applause he received.

Then it was time for their second song, Blaine's solo.

Right, right

Turn off the light

We're gonna lose our minds tonight

What's the deal, yo?

I love when it's all too much

Five AM

Turn the radio up

Where's that rock n' roll?

The crowd was jumping up and down, excited with the type of song chosen.

So raise your glass if you are wrong

In all the right ways

All my underdogs

We will never be, never be

Anything but loud

And nitty gritty dirty little freaks

Won't you come on and come on and

Raise your glass

Just raise your glass

For me

So if you're too school for cool

And you're treated like a fool

You can choose to let it go

We can always, we can always

Party on our own

Blaine joined the files of the Warblers and jumped out side while singing, breaking ranks and then continuing to just let loose on stage.

So raise your

So raise your glass if you are wrong

And they continued on singing, Blaine gaining momentum as they moved as one mass

And nitty gritty dirty little freaks

Blaine's face caused the New Directions to laugh. He made a monster face and everyone was taken by his devotion to the song. Mercedes and Rachel were jumping up and down more than anyone, and suddenly glanced a look at Mr. Schuster, worried that he might be terrified. But instead, they saw him clapping with the rest, singing along. They smiled hugely at each other, worthy competition indeed.

The song ended and all the Warblers left but Blaine, who brought out an electric guitar and a microphone.

"Hi, sorry, I know it's customary for the glee clubs to perform one or two songs, not three. But the judges agreed to accept this as a one-timer due to a special request. I'd like to dedicate this song to anyone who feels like they're not worthy or feels like screaming their heads off. It's called 'Stutter'; I wrote it about a week ago when I had a fight with someone dear to me."

In the wings, Kurt stared at Blaine.

In the audience, the New Directions stared at each other.

Blaine began playing, the tune extremely upbeat and angry

Remember that time

When you wouldn't talk to me

No, you wouldn't talk to me

All night

Rachel groaned, "Damn it! They're doing original songs too! I knew Kurt shouldn't have come – he tipped them off!"

Kurt appeared above them out of nowhere. "Actually," he said, causing everyone to jump and look at him, "I told him about your set list only a second before we went on stage. We thought about original songs a while ago, and decided we'd do it for Nationals. I had no idea Wes agreed to let Blaine do it now. But I like it – it's got that rough edge that always has you on your heels."

He sat there, staring lovingly at the figure on stage.

Remember that song

And all the words we'd sing

Well, here's a song I sing

All right

Remember that way

How you'd never lie to me

Cause you'd never lie to me

No way

You could be faking it

But it ain't gotta be like that

I don't like the way you act

Round me

So baby, come on

Come on

Oh don't you tell me no

Cause there you go again

You're ten out of ten

Sorry, did I just stutter?

Won't tell you what you know

Cause there you go again

You were never my friend

You were never my

You were never my lover

Blaine played on, moving to the bridge, and the crowd was silent, not quite believing what they were hearing.

Remember that night

When I saw you standing there

Dark eyes, dark hair

It was just you

Remember the way

How you were way out of line

And I was way out of time

For you

And I got your number

Right next to your name

But it ain't no thing, no

No it ain't enough

And I've got your word I know

But it's all I get

Trying to forget

Your kind of love

So baby, come on

Come on

The song went on and with each line, Kurt moved forward towards the stage, not quite paying attention to his surroundings.

I know you could be better

Don't have to waste my time

It's not like I need you more than

I need me and mine

But I know that you want it

Trying to get you on it

Baby we can fuck the rest

Turn around and wrong it

Spare me your convictions

The promises you keep

I've got a better proposition

And the friction that you need

Kurt reached the wings and just plopped himself on the wooden floor, staring at Blaine the entire time.

Don't you tell me you don't want to

The chorus repeated itself and there was a little bit of instrumental before Blaine finished the song

You were never my

You were never my lover

He finished and the audience rose to their feet, clapping and hooting as Blaine took his bows and went to the wings.

As soon as he was safe backstage, Kurt flung himself onto Blaine, hugging him tightly. Blaine returned the hug and kissed Kurt.

"That was quite some song," Kurt told him.

"Yeah, well, Wes told me to wing it and I thought – eh, what the heck? Might as well make a fool out of myself. Come on, let's see what your friends have in store for us."

The Warblers took their seats just as a small figure made its way to the center of the stage. A strange, unfamiliar music began filling the hall as Rachel Berry took the microphone and stared across the sea of faces.

"Wait, so they're doing original songs, too?" Blaine whispered to Kurt.

Kurt nodded. "I have no idea how they got the idea, I just hope that it won't cost us much."

What have I done?

Kurt and Blaine stared as Rachel sang her own song, the song that she wrote. And Kurt's jaw dropped – Rachel's song was incredible.

As the song progressed, he could feel Blaine's hand on his and looked up to see Blaine's eyes staring intently at Rachel. He smiled, thinking about her lyrics.

As the song ended, everyone rose to their feet, clearly impressed with the song. And then it was time for the McKinley New Directions anthem number, and boy was that an anthem.

They sang and danced and jumped everywhere, causing everyone to jump in their seats and sing along. Kurt was so enthusiastic that he yelled, rather than sang along, and Blaine joined him.

In the collective green room, Rachel and Mercedes hurried over to where Kurt and Blaine were sitting with the Warblers.

"Can I just ask what the hell was that song you sang about?" Mercedes inquired of Blaine, one of her eyebrows high up her weave.

Blaine chuckled, "Just a lot of emotions that I had and decided to put them into a song. Kurt can tell you that I do it a lot."

"And he's awesome at it," Kurt added and smiled warmly at Rachel. "Your song was amazing, Rachel. I will not be surprised if you guys win second place."

Rachel smacked his arm and Mercedes hugged him tight, whispering, "You don't stand a chance."

Brittany came over, rolling Artie in front of her, and she looked at Blaine. "I didn't know you could say the f-word in a competition."

Blaine smiled nervously, "They allowed me just this one time, and you're right, Brittany, you can't."

The three glee clubs were on stage, waiting for the verdict. Sue was sending hateful glares at Will Schuster and Mercedes was smiling at Kurt and Blaine was holding Kurt's hand.

The announcer stepped on stage and announced that New Directions had won the Regionals competition and were going to Nationals in New York City.

Blaine's heart slightly sank, only a little disappointed in their loss. He looked at the young man beside him and decided that, even though the glee club competitions meant a lot to him, this guy was the world to him.

Kurt looked at him with a disappointed face, and he hugged him, whispering, "Hey, it's ok. Guess we'll just have to try harder for next year, huh?"

Kurt nodded and went to hug Mercedes and Rachel.

Blaine stared after him, smiling, thinking back about how lucky he was to have stumbled upon Kurt on that fateful day at Dalton.