All I'm going to say is... This chapter wrote itself... Honestly, I'm astonished by this chapter...
Disclaimer: I do not own. Song disclaimers are at the bottom...
Sing For The Moment
Chapter the Eleventh
Tryouts and Mishaps
Kurt Hummel shifted a bit, eying up the six newcomers. They were an odd mix to be sure, but so far none of them posed a real threat. Though he questioned the blond's sexuality if that hair was anything to go by. He shrugged off the thought and looked the woman that had spoken over.
She smild and stepped forward a bit. "My name's Mercedes Jones. This is Sam Evans, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mike Chang, Artie Abrams, and Brittney Pierce." She indicated each, the blond male, the two Asians, the boy in the wheelchair, and the blond girl. "Together we make up New Directions!" she stated happily.
Kurt and Puck doubled over in laughter. The six blinked, clearly lost at the moment as to what was so funny. In fact everyone else seemed to be lost on the matter as well.
"Um... I don't get it..."
Santa finally burst into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth as she resisted the urge to laugh hysterically.
Mercedes frowned, narrowing her gaze at the blond boy. "What's so funny?"
"Nude erections!" Puck laughed out, falling into a nearby chair and holding his sides. Finn blinked a few times, furrowing his brow as he thought about it before laughing as well. Blaine blinked and snorted, biting his lower lip and doing his best to keep his composure. It really was an unfortunate name.
"Who the hell named you losers?" Kurt laughed, falling onto the stage and continuing to laugh, rolling around slightly.
"Mr. Scheuster di-"
"Oh god that explains it all..." Kurt groaned, having managed to calm down with a few giggles. The entirety of New Directions just stood in shock as they watched the group of five, Rachel looking annoyed, rolled around and laughed.
The door to the auditorium opened and Mr. Schue stepped in, looking them over and grinning. "Oh good! We've all met! Let's get this started then." he clapped, shutting the doors and making his way over to the chairs and setting his bag down. "If you would all take a seat then we can get this show on the dance floor." he joked, laughing at his own attempt at humor. He was clueless as to the tension surrounding him.
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Blaine shifted a bit, ignoring what the director was saying. He glanced to the blond beside him. Kurt had his head tilted back and his eyes closed as he ignored he boring speech they were being given. Blaine studied him a moment, noting the split in his lip and frowned.
"Didn't you have two piercings in your lip?" he asked softly, making sure only Kurt could hear him. The blond blinked and opened his gaze. Blue met gold and he let the question sink in.
"Huh?"
"Your lip piercing... didn't you have two of them?"
The blond lifted black nailed fingers to his lip and felt the spot before realization formed. "Ah yeah... I hooked the other one on my shirt and tugged it out on accident." he stated with a calm shrug. Blaine visibly cringed.
"Shit... I'm terrified of that ever happening..."
Kurt lifted a finely shaped brow and tilted his head. "You pierce?"
"Just a few..." Blaine replied, a small shrug and a blush forming on his cheeks. This was awkward.
"Well I can see the ear piercing..." Kurt hummed, looking at the small right stud in the raven's ear. "Where's the other one?" he asked, trailing his eyes over the shorter's body. The lower he got, the darker the blush on Blain'e cheeks got. Kurt smirked, his brow cocking a bit higher. "Well you are full of surprises aren't you?" he purred.
Blaine just shifted, crossing his legs uneasily. Kurt chuckled and leaned closer, his lips brushing against the shell of the raven's ear. "You'll have to show me up close and personal sometime, stud..."
Blaine's eyes widened and a shiver ran along his spine. This boy was going to kill him with a boner.
"Kurt!" Mr. Schue's voice broke through and drew the blond's attention. "Why don't you go first?"
Kurt blinked before shrugging. He looked back to Blaine and smirked. "Wish me luck..." he purred, winking and standing.
"Good luck..." Blaine managed weakly, his voice coming out as a weak croak.
Kurt made his way up to the stage once more, sashaying his hips tauntingly and commanding everyone's attention. There was just something about the teen's presence that drew Blaine in and hypnotized him. His voice especially if what he'd heard earlier was any indication. He looked to the band and smirked.
"Ready when you are, boys..."
The musicians looked to one another, having come in and set up during Schuester's lecture. They shrugged and struck up the right chords, having Kurt's song choice in front of them.
Smirking, he gripped the mic stand once more.
"I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top
She's got a body like an hourglass
That's ticking like a clock"
Again, the blond's song choice was almost too perfectly him. His attitude immediately made itself known in his powerful delivery, the first notes coming out perfectly clear as he kept a cocky smirk on his face.
"It's a matter of time
Before we all run out
When I thought he was mine
She caught him by the mouth
I waited eight long months
She finally set him free
I told him I can't lie
He was the only one for me"
He swayed his hips slightly to the music, shoulders moving and yet still managing to look feline in movement. Everything about him was drawing Blaine in. He could feel himself being ensnared and he knew it was useless to fight back.
"Two weeks and we caught on fire
She's got it out for me
But I wear the biggest smile
Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now"
How was it possible for anyone to have that strong a voice and sustain that note steadily for that long? It had to be right on his break... Blaine mused, his jaw slowly dropping open. He was fucked and he knew it. Kurt's eyes locked on his own and his heart sped up, missing a beat at the second eye contact was made. Why was he reacting like this? Kurt was bad news. He knew he was and yet he couldn't stop.
"But God, does it feel so good
'Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God, it just feels so
It just feels so good
Second chances they don't ever matter
People never change
Once a whore, you're nothing more
I'm sorry, that'll never change"
By this time the rest of the auditorium didn't exist to Blaine. All his world consisted of was Kurt and Kurt's voice. The blond hadn't looked away from him yet and Blaine was beginning to feel like his entire body was on display to the blond, a fire of arousal spiking through him and pooling in his dick. He shifted in his seat, eyes trailing the blond's movements as he licked his lips.
"And about forgiveness
We're both supposed to have exchanged
I'm sorry honey but I'm passing up
Now look this way
Well there's a million other girls
Who do it just like you
Looking as innocent as possible
To get to who
They want and what they like
It's easy if you do it right
Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!"
Kurt's voice echoed around the auditorium and Blaine briefly noticed the looks of awe on the faces of everyone else around him. Even the teacher was looking mildly shocked. A smug feeling settled in Blaine's chest and he didn't know why. He had no reason to be smug. It was all Kurt.
"
But God, does it feel so good
'Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God, it just feels so
It just feels so good
I watched his wildest dreams come true
And not one of them involving you
Just watch my wildest dreams come true
Not one of them involving"
It looked like Kurt was making love to the mic stand and all Blaine could do was stare. His brain had shut off for the most part, the small tent forming in his pants beginning to make itself known through discomfort as he shifted. Why do I have to wear such tight pants? He mentally whimpered.
"Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now
But God, does it feel so good
'Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God, it just feels so
It just feels so good!"
And with that, the music cut off, Kurt's voice still echoing as the last effects of the song played out.
Mr. Schue grinned and stood, clapping. "Kurt! That was amazing!"
"Sing my praises later..." Kurt hissed, rolling his eyes.
Blaine snapped out of his daze, the spell of Kurt's voice broken. He suddenly become painfully aware of how hard he was and swallowed harshly before bolting from the auditorium and to the nearest bathroom.
He took a few calming breaths, having checked to make sure he was alone before he splashed his face with cold water. He was willing his erection down, the persistent bulge in his pant refusing to listen and only getting harder. It was hopeless. He was seriously contemplating locking himself in a stall and rubbing one out when the door opened and he jumped, spinning around to see who it was. He nearly died when he spotted Kurt standing in the doorway.
The blond looked him over, a purely predatory look in his gaze and Blaine felt another shiver of want run along his spine. A feline smirk formed on the perfect cupid bow lips and Kurt resembled the cat that had gotten the cream as he reached over and locked the bathroom door. Blaine swallowed once more, his mouth suddenly feeling overly dry.
"You were watching me..." Kurt stated, his voice a low purr and causing Blaine to bite back a moan. Never had he ever met someone that turned him on to this degree this fast. Kurt did it so easily it was like flicking a switch. "I liked it..." he continued, slowly stepping closer, each placement of his feet having a specific purpose. "You know... I could help you..." he hummed, suddenly only a mere inch from the raven. He set his hand on Blaine's chest, watching as he trailed it to the other's waist before he met his hazel gaze, hand slipping lower and coming to carefully cradle the distinctive bulge in Blaine's pants. "If that's what you want?"
A moan was all Blaine could manage. Kurt smirked and backed him up against the wall before snaking his way down the other's body and to his knees. The blond kneeled on the ground, legs spread further than necessary and popped the button of Blaine's pants open. Using his teeth, he pulled the zipper down . He carefully worked the fabric down Blaine's thighs and let a groan pass his lips as he took in the tanned skin beneath.
"Shit... that's hot.." Kurt purred, taking in the erect penis before him, his gaze stopping on the glint of silver at the tip. A Prince Albert. Blaine hadn't been joking when he'd shifted under Kurt's gaze. The blond could feel his mouth starting to water at the idea. He groaned and shifted, running his tongue up along the vein on the bottom before sucking on the head.
Blaine gasped, his hips twitching as he let his hand go to grip Kurt's hair. This was really happening to him. Oh god it really was...
A warm, wet heat surrounded him and he let out a strangled moan, trying to keep his voice down despite knowing the Glee club was the only people left in the building. His fingers fisted in the blond locks as Kurt deep throated him, swallowing him to the hilt as his nose brushed along the soft black curls.
Blaine let out a soft cry, pushing his hips forward. He felt the blond's throat open up for him and he bucked his hips again, losing himself in the feeling of being engulfed in between the soft lips wrapped around him. His pace picked up and Kurt hummed around him. The vibrations from the act were all it took and Blaine was soon spilling into Kurt's throat in white ribbons. The blond swallowed every drop, pulling back with a pop and licking him clean.
Tucking Blaine back into his pants, Kurt wiped his mouth and stood, smirking. Blaine was leaning heavily against the wall looking disheveled and thoroughly sated. Leaning forward, Kurt pressed his slightly swollen lips to Blaine's, devouring him in a heated kiss mixed with teeth and tongues. Blaine could taste himself on the Blond's lips and another moan escaped him.
He could hear the smack of their lips as Kurt pulled back. A soft whimper left Blaine's throat unbidden, but neither paid any notice as Kurt leaned in and licked along the shell of the shorter's ear. "Delicious..." he purred.
Suddenly, the other's body heat was gone and Kurt was walking back to the door. He paused long enough to fix his hair in the mirror and look back to Blaine. "We should do this again sometime... I'd like to get a better look at that handsome cock of yours... as well as it's little silver crown." he purred before unlocking the door and leaving Blaine to compose himself enough to return to the group.
And that was how Blaine had his first kiss...
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Finn fidgeted the entire performance. He kept picking up on the most disturbing images of Kurt and that Blaine kid and he was honestly beginning to think he'd gone completely insane. And then Blaine had left so suddenly, Kurt offering to go and check on him. He could tell by Puck's thoughts what was going on.
Shit Hummel, you horny little fuck. Poor kid's gonna get the best head of his life and Kurt's gonna eat him alive...
The image of Kurt sucking Puck off nearly made Finn lose his lunch from how awkward it was. He felt violated by his own brain. It had betrayed him. How dare it.
Kurt arrived back seconds later looking suspiciously smug. He looked to Mr. Schue and smiled. "He'll be fine. Just nerves... He'll be back after he calms down." he explained away, going back to his seat, right next to where Blaine would be sitting.
The elder man nodded and looked at the group, his gaze landing on Finn and he grinned. "Finn, why don't you go next?"
Finn gulped and nodded, getting to his feet and making his way up to the stage. Everyone was watching him and would be surprised if he managed to live through his entire performance, let alone not mess up or faint.
"I took a walk around the world to
Ease my troubled mind
I left my body lying somewhere
In the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark
Side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah"
He started uneasily, swallowing again. Everyone was silent and their minds silent as they focused on him. So far they looked truly interested, even pleased. Sucking it up, he mentally cringed at the images that came unbidden, he forced his voice to strengthen a bit.
"I watched the world float to the
Dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something
To do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite"
And just like that, his confidence grew and his voice became what it should be. He closed his eyes, just singing his heart out. It was then that the voices came back.
Wow... his voice is amazing! He'd be the perfect one to sing solos with me! We'd be the perfect couple!
Shit... Frankenteen can sing... he looks a little constipated though...
Classic rock, classic Finn...
It's like watching a train wreck with how perfectly awkward he is and dressed like a lumberjack... how does someone so incompetent sound so amazing? A perfect example of how some are just born lucky...
"You called me strong, you called me weak
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you'd be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite"
His voice cracked slightly, but he kept going. Even more criticisms filed in, his mind working to block them out as he remembered the song lyrics. It was a rare miracle he managed to finish.
"Oh whoa whoa
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite"
He let the song die out before he opened his eyes. Rachel was grinning widely, clapping enthusiastically while everyone else just clapped. Mr. Schue stood and grinned. Was he always grinning.
"Very well done! Now who's-" he paused as the doors opened and Blaine stepped inside once more, looking put together again. "Ah! Blaine! Why don't you go next?"
The shorter teen blinked before nodding weakly. The world just hated him today. It just had to.
He gulped and made his way onto the stage. Already, he could feel Kurt's gaze on him. It was impossible to ignore the feeling of being undressed by someone's look alone. Doing his best to ignore it, he looked to the band and nodded.
"Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we're making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives"
And just like that, Blaine was wrapped in the music and in his element. A true entertainer. He easily moved alone with the music, keeping his body moving in someway and taking command of the stage and his audience from the get go.
"Applause, applause, no wait wait
Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we'll pick back up on that on another page
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue"
He looked up and met Kurt's gaze, the blond teen watching him intently. He could feel the heat beginning to fill him, the arousal different this time, filling his entire body. Engulfing him from the inside out.
"Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives"
He let the band go for a bit, just moving to the beat and taking the short break to move a bit away from the mic. In seconds, however, he was back and pointing to the audience, moving his shoulders and head, his hips following and his entire body moving in a wave.
"Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes"
And just like that, the song ended and Blaine was the one smirking. He'd missed singing. At his time at Dalton, he'd been the head Warbler, their main vocalist, and their strongest voice. Coming here, he was afraid he'd never get to sing again. Now he'd gotten his chance and he was going to hold onto it as long as he could.
He was clapped on the back as he made his way back to his seat, his gaze landing on Kurt as he slipped back into his chair. The blond hummed and shifted closer, his hand resting on Baline's thigh and traveling higher.
"That was likely the sexiest thing I've ever seen..."
"Santana! You're up!"
The Latina stood, rolling her eyes and sauntering onto the stage. "About time we got a chance to show up you boys..." She cocked her hip out and looked to the band. "Hit it."
Her hip swung to the opposite side on the first down beat.
"She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls.
I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall.
She's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light.
She's got a new addiction for every day and night.
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain
like a bullet to your brain. Come On!"
Santana all but growled the lyrics out, her voice having a rare and amazing raspy quality to it that caught the attention and drew the audience in. She shifted, moving her hips with the beat, all the straight men in the room watching hypnotized by their constant movement, even the director.
"Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin la vida loca."
Her hips stopped for a second before picking back up right with the music, her upper body getting into the movements a little more as she swung her hips.
"Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart and she took my money
she must've slipped me a sleeping pill
She never drinks the water and makes you order French Champagne
Once you've had a taste of her you'll never be the same
Yeah, she'll make you go insane.
Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin la vida loca."
She let the music play out as she rolled her hips, the movement even more hypnotizing. By now, her hips were the only thing anyone could focus on. She wove her own spell, her own image coming off as the girl in the song.
"She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life
but she'll take away your pain like a bullet to your brain. Come On!"
She stripped off her jacket and spun it around her head, spinning her hips and turning her body in a circle before tossing the article of clothing only for it to land on Arite's head.
"Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin la vida loca!"
Her hips stopped the second the music did, her arms held and intertwined above her head. Smirking, she slowly dropped her arms and straightened up. "And that, boys... is how it's done..." she purred, swaying her hips and going back to her seat.
Mr. Schue swallowed harshly and cleared his throat. "Noah... you're next..."
It took a a kick to the back of his chair from Kurt to snap Puck out of his brain dead drooling trance for him to scramble up to the stage, tripping a few times as the blood returned from it's trip down south. He cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed his guitar, seating himself on a stool in front of the mic and strummed a few notes.
"I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head
How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me"
Any remaining hints of shock from Santana's performance were gone, all gazes locked on Puck. Bad ass Noah Puckerman shifted a bit under the gaze and swallowed, continuing on. Instead, he looked to Kurt, his only ally in the room, and focused on singing to him. There was a reason he'd picked this song.
"Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(Null and void instead of voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen"
Kurt's cocky smirk was long gone from his face. The second he'd heard the first few notes, his mask had dropped. His throat tightened up as he listened. This song... He just had to pick this song...
"I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah"
Puck kept his gaze locked on Kurt's. He could see the recognition on the blond's face and he knew that those blue eyes so deep and wounded would be brimming with tears.
"I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your heaaaaddd
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah"
Kurt swallowed around the lump forming in his throat. It was getting harder to breathe evenly and he could feel his breath hitching in his throat. Why did it have to be this song?
"And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah yeah
Ohhhoh when the starrs
Ohhh oh when the starrrrs that liieee..."
The second the last note had died out, Kurt was up and leaving, the door slamming behind him. Mr. Schue frowned and Puck quickly set his guitar aside and jumped off the stage, going after the blond. The man just sighed and looked to the last person to sing.
"You're up, Rachel..."
She grinned and stood, making her way over. "I hope you all enjoy this and I know you'll be happy to have me as your new soloist... I'll be singing World I Knew by Jordin Sparks..." she cleared her throat and nodded.
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I don't know where this road is going to lead me
But I'm hoping that with you I can make it through
I've had enough of this life to lead me…
Right up to the edge of the world I knew
"Kurt! Wait!" Puck called, running after the blond. Kurt was well down the hall and Puck had to sprint to catch up to him. He snagged him around the waist and threw him roughly into the lockers nearby and pinning him there, both panting heavily, their breath mingling.
"Get off me..." Kurt hissed, struggling despite his weaker size against Puck.
I can't wait
Just to see another day
If it means it's one, more day
That I'm with you
Ooooooohhhh
Down this road
We'll look back at
All we've known
Found a love
That can't grow old
Just passing through…
From the world I knew
The world I knew
"No..." Puck panted out, restraining Kurt and keeping him pinned. "No I won't..."
"Damn it, Noah!" Kurt pleaded, tears running down his face as a ragged sob left him. Giving up the fight, he sagged against the lockers in defeat, feeling the metal digging into his back but ignoring it.
I've never seen a sunrise like this one
Noooooo
It's like the whole world's waking up for us
Mmmmmmm
They say tomorrow can promise us anything
Ooohhhh
So I'll take every moment and make it now
Yea yea yea
"Why that song...? Why, Noah!" Kurt demanded, sobbing the question out as he sagged against the lockers. Puck released his hands and the blond slid down to the floor, his back dragging against the locker doors the entire way down. "...Why?" he asked again, his voice breaking.
"...Because it's our song..."
I can't wait
Just to see another day
If it means it's one, more day
That I'm with you
I'm with you
Down this road
We'll look back at
All we've known
Found a love
That can't grow old
Just passing through…
From the world I knew
"No..." Kurt shook his head. "You agreed... we agreed, Noah! We tried that! And you fucking ripped my heart out and stepped on it!" he nearly screamed, his voice coming out harshly and sounding broken even to his own ears.
"It was our song, Kurt... and you needed to hear it again..."
"You love Quinn..."
"And I love you..."
I'll be loving your light
Till it fades away
Tell the world I know
Cuz it will never change
If something feels so right
Just can't turn the page
There's too much to lose
We're just passing… through
Time won't stop
Wish that we could turn back the clock
"Noah, stop. Don't... please... Don't. We tried it..."
"I don't care, Kurt." Puck snapped, dropping to his knees and cupping Kurt's face in his hands. "I don't care. I love you! And you needed to hear it! You're killing yourself and it's killing me!"
Kurt tried to pull away, but Puck held on, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Noah..."
I can't wait
Just to see another day
If it means it's one, more day
That I'm with you
I'm with you
Puck ignored the whimper, leaning in and pressing his lips to Kurt's. Immediately, Kurt broke and sobbed, returning the kiss and sinking into the familiar embrace. They would both hate themselves when this was over, but right now, neither cared.
Down this road
We'll look back at
All we've known
Found a love
That can't grow old
Just passing through…
From the world I knew
From the world I knew
From the world I knew
From the world I knew
From the world I knew
Well now... a bit of a Blaine, Kurt, Puck triangle going on here... honestly, this was not planned. The plot bunnies held a gun to my head and threatened to make me eat the holy hand grenade if this didn't happen...
Songs used:
Livin the Vida Loca - Ricky Martin
The only difference between suicide and martyrdom is press coverage - Panic! at the disco
Misery Business - Paramore
Kryptonit - 3 Doors down
World I knew - Jordin Sparks
Through the Glass - Stone sour
Reviews:
MNHummel: Omg! I know! I was laughing hysterically I was crying while I was imgaining Rachel trying to shower and dress while stuck as Kurt! It was so amusing I couldn't resist putting her in that situation! As for Puck, always... and Bitchy!Kurt is coming up very soon
izie15: Glad you liked it!
Another-lost-soul: Cliche I know, but I couldn't resist with these two. Blaine's too hot for his own good and Kurt's the ice queen.
StormsinNeverland: Don't worry about it! I wasn't planning on updating that soon anyway. It just sorta happened. I'm glad you liked the last two chapters. The Kurt centered one was definitely hard for me to write, but it won't be the last one sadly... And I'm glad you thought Rachel was portrayed nicely. Sadly there's not much of her in this one. I find her and Finn harder to write than the other four.
patrishis: Ah yes, that will be interesting. All the chaos that would ensue... lol
Mary Peguero: Yes! Pretty much you got it right there. And there will be others we just haven't met them yet.
To all those that reviewed/alerted/favorited thank you!