Chapter 10

Movie In My Mind

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Author's note – so I have a friend who does theatre work, the monologue Blaine recites is his go to piece, so I copied it.

Also thanks to; neko-in-tears, Krynny, mumimeanjudy, njferrell, MrsColferCriss, dreamer 3097, Klainebrittanalove, purpleerana and Lovefremione for the lovely reviews.

Also to answer mumimeanjudy's question, Finn is dating Rachel, but sort of wanting to sex up Quinn, I think Finn is an all-around douche so I write him that way.

Anyway, enjoy all x

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Kurt's POV

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So today could have started off better, I tell you, Finn has a kind of puppy dog look, but I so wanted to kick him when he blurted out about not being gay, I mean hell I weigh like 110 pounds, if that, I'm technique classed as borderline anorexic, what did he think we were going to do? No, I won't think like that, I won't think about what he did to me, I won't let him win, not now, not after I've been trying so hard.

Honestly they have no clue, as for Rachel, I was so going to find a way to ruin that ugly sweater, I mean it had a huge ass owl on it for fuck's sake, okay Kurt, calm down, fashion crime is painful but acceptable. If only I could glue her mouth shut.

The science wing, decorated with its detailed diagrams and complete human and animal skeletons in the biology labs were a sight, Rachel started screeching about being vegan, to which I happily informed her, that she may be vegan but that didn't mean she could get out of learning about the skeletal structure of humans and animals and I could have laughed at the look she gave me, I think she was going for intimidating, but she wound up looking like a pissed off cat in the rain. Yeah, her hair totally needed better products; she looked like she washed it with grease.

I mean, so far I had worked out that Finn and Puck had been the main bullies I had faced while at McKinley, but they didn't seem to remember me, to be honest I couldn't care, they would get there's. Blaine had kept in contact with me since they got here; he knew exactly what I had gone through. Even before my rape. The bullying, the abuse from a few of the teachers, then had come the rape and my attempted murder. Yeah I know, I sound so blasé but with Blaine it was easy to talk about, I mean when I had first told him we were both crying so hard that we physically shook with the emotions.

I'd started with the bullying, how I had been pushed into lockers, had slushies' thrown in my face, been thrown in the dumpster, you know, all the normal 'fun' stuff. Then I moved on to the teachers, some of them refused to acknowledge me, one in particular, an old battle axe of a woman had spent an hour burning my homework, claiming it was contaminated with the devils spawn. I mean, I don't even know how I was supposed to feel about that. Then had come the rape, I had told him everything I remembered, from getting in the shower to ending up on that cold tiled floor and I think he cried as much as I did, then I told him about how I was heading out to my car because I thought it would be safer to wait there, rather than on a cold bathroom floor, then I told him how I'd gone from talking to the 911 operator to ending up on the tarmac and all I could think was that I was going to die. That I was going to leave my dad behind, that hurt me more than any bullying ever could, I wouldn't let them hurt me, not anymore.

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Back to 3rd person

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The life classes, such as English and math were better received than some of the others, the English rooms all had a platform at the front, where the teacher could stand to talk or in some cases, they would move the desk and it would be there that you performed and to the McKinley kids this was a very novel concept.

"Yeah some of the teachers believe that to understand a character you need to walk a mile in their shoes, so they sometimes give us a bit of a play or a speech from the book to learn and we have to really get inside the character and deliver it." Blaine said enthusiastically, English was one of his favourite classes.

"Really? Because that sounds like a lot of work." Mike piped up, he, Matt and Tina hadn't really spoken much, during the tour.

"Well how about we show you what we've just been working on?" Blaine asked already moving towards the stage, discarding his blazer and tie momentarily.

"So my class has been reading the war of the worlds by H.G Wells. So Miss Reid gave me a monologue to perform, every book we read someone gets picked for the monologue, we also perform scenes together. So here is the monologue of the Artilleryman." Blaine took a deep breath and seemed to change he leant heavily against the desk as if in pain.

"This isn't a war. It never was a war; any more than there's war between man and ants. There's the ants builds their cities, live their lives, have wars, revolutions, until the men want them out of the way, and then they go out of the way. That's what we are now-just ants. After Weybridge I went south-thinking. I saw what was up. Here's intelligent things, and it seems they want us for food. First, they'll smash us up-ships, machines, guns, cities, all the order and organisation. All that will go. At present we're caught as we're wanted. A Martian has only to go a few miles to get a crowd on the run. And I saw one, one day, out by Wandsworth, picking houses to pieces and routing among the wreckage. But they won't keep on doing that. So soon as they've settled all our guns and ships, and smashed our railways, and done all the things they are doing over there, they will begin catching us systematic, picking the best and storing us in cages and things. That's what they will start doing in a bit. Lord! They haven't begun on us yet. Don't you see that? Cities, nations, civilisation, progress-it's all over. That game's up. We're beat. There won't be any more blessed concerts for a million years or so; there won't be any Royal Academy of Arts, and no nice little feeds at restaurants. They ain't no further use. Those who mean to escape their catching must get ready. I'm getting ready. I'm going on, under their feet. I've been thinking about the drains. Of course those who don't know drains think horrible things; but under this London are miles and miles-hundreds of miles-and a few days rain and London empty will leave them sweet and clean. The main drains are big enough and airy enough for anyone. Then there's cellars, vaults, stores, from which bolting passages may be made to the drains. And the railway tunnels and subways. Eh? You begin to see? And we form a band-able-bodied, clean-minded men. We're not going to pick up any rubbish that drifts in. All these-the sort of people that lived in these houses, and all those damn little clerks that used to live down that way-they'd be no good. They haven't any spirit in them. I've seen them skedaddle off to work-hundreds of 'em, bit of breakfast in hand, running wild and shining to catch their little season-ticket train, for fear they'd get dismissed if they didn't; skedaddling back for fear they wouldn't be in time for dinner. Lives insured and a bit invested for fear of accidents. And on Sundays-fear of the hereafter. As if hell was built for rabbits! Well, the Martians will just be a godsend to these. Nice roomy cages, fattening food, careful breeding, no worry. After a week or so chasing about the fields and lands on empty stomachs, they'll come and be caught cheerful. They'll be quite glad after a bit. They'll wonder what people did before there were Martians to take care of them. And the bar loafers, and mashers, and singers-I can imagine them. Very likely these Martians will make pets of some of them; train them to do tricks-who knows?-get sentimental over the pet boy who grew up and had to be killed. And some, maybe, they will train to hunt us. No, we have to invent a sort of life where men can live and breed, and be sufficiently secure to bring the children up. We don't know enough. We've got to learn before we've got a chance. And we've got to live and keep independent while we learn. See! That's what has to be done. And when we do learn-Just imagine this: four or five of their fighting machines suddenly starting off-Heat-Rays right and left, and not a Martian in 'em. Not a Martian in 'em, but men-men who have learned the way how. It may be in my time, even-those men. Fancy having one of them lovely things, with its Heat-Ray wide and free! Fancy having it in control! What would it matter if you smashed to smithereens at the end of the run, after a bust like that? I reckon the Martians'll open their beautiful eyes! Can't you see them, man? Can't you see them hurrying, hurrying-puffing and blowing and hooting to their other mechanical affairs? Something out of gear in every case. And swish, bang, rattle, swish! Just as they are fumbling over it, SWISH comes the Heat-Ray, and, behold! man has come back to his own." He became steadily more insane and terrified, acting as if he could really see the martians.

"That is how we work here." Kurt smiled applauding loudly as Blaine laughed and bowed deeply.

"Encore, encore." Kynan called and even Puck joined in the applause.

"Why thank you." Blaine laughed he grabbed his blazer but Kurt beat him to the tie and the group watched as Kurt fastened it round Blaine's neck in a way that indicated he'd done so many times before.

The group watched the pair sort of laugh together and just look at each other, their love shining clearly in their eyes.

"So do you guys do this for everything you read?" Tina asked with interest.

"Pretty much I mean we have an open floor every semester, so you can stand up in front of your class and do something, I mean I know Kurt read a poem in his, one of our friends recorded it for me and sent it to me while I was in my ethics class." Blaine said his arm thrown casually round Kurt's waist and Finn couldn't help but wince slightly at the sight of it, there was just something wrong to him, about two guys getting it on, it didn't seem right.

"Really, what poem? Something about rainbows?" Quinn asked with a sickeningly sweet false smile and Kurt looked at her with disinterest.

"Okay firstly either you're a bitch or stupid but I have my own view on that, or you are religious in which case, congratulations for being a bigot, just wait till you have to deal with a chauvinistic sexist pig, I will be stood right behind you and I will laugh so hard that they'll be able to hear it across state lines. Till then, grow up. As for the poem, I read the soldier by Rupert Brooke. Who was a poet for the United Kingdom who died of sepsis in World War 1, he was famous for writing sonnets about war and the idealistics of it. It's a powerful piece and one which should be treated with respect." Kurt replied looking at Quinn as if she was a bug on the bottom of his shoe and making her feel 6 inches high.

"Okay I have to ask something, I mean no offence Kurt but you really don't look happy about having to show us round, why is that?" Sam asked looking a bit perplexed.

"Well I used to go to McKinley, it was where I was bullied and as nice as it is to finally add names to my tormentors I would rather I hadn't Finn and Puck spent most of my time at McKinley throwing me in the dumpsters and the like, so no, I have no desire to associate with that school again, but I'm doing this to prove a point." Kurt said and Finn and Puck could feel the icy daggers emanating from the eyes of the Dalton boys and even some of the glee kids, including Sam, Artie, Tina and Santana.

"Why was that?" Santana asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Because of my sexuality, up till this summer I was small, skinny and as gay as rainbow, but I'm proud of who I am and I know exactly who I am." Kurt replied his blue, grey eyes linking with her warm brown and she understood exactly what he meant.

"Well good for you lady face, something tells me that outside of a uniform you are fabulous." Santana said and Kurt smirked at her.

"Oh sweetheart, I have enough labels in my closet to keep a fashion show happy." He replied, Brittany walked over to him and Kurt watched her with interest, then she flung her arms around his shoulders and hugged him.

"Can you be my dolphin?" she asked in that sweet voice and Kurt looked a bit perplexed for a moment.

"Dolphins are gay sharks, will you be my dolphin?" she asked again. Kurt laughed, "Do I get privileges, like a female shopping partner maybe?" he asked with a wide grin and Blaine laughed too.

"Sure, only if Santana can come too." She said.

"Then sure, you'll just have to meet my other girl-friends." Kurt replied and Brittany literally squealed and squeezed him tight.

"Hey Kurt, can I talk to you alone real quick?" Sam asked quietly next to the smaller teen.

"Sure Sam." Kurt said motioning Blaine over and whispering quickly in his ear that he was going to be just outside with Sam.

The pair walked out completely unnoticed as Kynan began his own monologue, with as much dramatic flare as he could. Which wasn't too hard for him, he was overly dramatic to start with.

"What did you want to talk about Sam?" Kurt asked looking up at the tall blonde.

"Well, I heard something when I transferred to McKinley; I just wanted to ask if it was you who got run over by that jock? I mean, you said a jock bullied you and that you were in a wheel chair." Sam blurted out quickly.

Kurt stared blankly at him for a minute before sighing. "Yes, I was the kid who was run over at McKinley, but you can't say anything, that was the lowest point in my life and I don't want to think about it." Kurt said, in a not so much harsh manner, but more of a pleading one.

"I won't tell anyone." Sam told him holding his hands up, "I just, wanted to say I'm sorry, you seem like a nice guy and that someone would do that to you, it makes me feel sick." Sam admitted.

"Thank you Sam, maybe we could talk a little more after the tour today." Kurt offered.

"I'd like that." Sam replied with a smile holding his hand out to shake Kurt's much smaller one, Kurt took a deep breath and slowly shook Sam's hand, he could see them getting along really well.

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Authors note 2 – thanks for reading all, be ready for some songs in the next chapter, I know, it's a glee fic and I've only had like 4 lines of a song so far, oh the shame. Anyway please review, they make me smile x