A/N: Meh. This chapter isn't the best. :/ But!
One more chapter left after this, guys! Gosh, I'm so happy! (: I love every single one of you who have gotten this far. My love goes out to all of you! 3
Here's chapter 13! (:
SIDE NOTE- bold= solo
Bold italicized= duet
Just italicized= group
Camp Glee
Chapter 13: Take a Bow
Burt Hummel was never one for musical theatre, or any type of music besides John Mellencamp, really. So, when Kurt had told him about the Parent's Night performance the camper's were putting on, he wasn't exactly 'thrilled'.
"Oh, come on, Burt, it'll be fine. Aren't you excited? We've never really been able to watch either of the boy's perform, besides at the wedding. It's about time we get to appreciate their talents!" Carole said, rubbing her husband's arm as they made their way towards the entrance to Camp Sing. Burt sighed.
"Well, as long as Kurt's happy, I'm happy. And if me watching them 'perform' makes him happy, then so be it." He said, a small smile sneaking onto his usually rough face. Carole grinned back at him, and kissed his cheek enthusiastically. "That's the spirit!"
As the couple made their way into the seats of the outdoor amphitheater, Burt saw his son standing to the right of the large stage. He smiled, and waved his hand high over his head.
"Kurt!" he yelled, trying to grab the teenager's attention. The brunette jumped slightly at the sound of his name, then looked around for the source. As he caught sight of Burt, he seemed to relax.
"Dad!" he replied, sprinting towards the mechanic. Trailing after him was a shorter boy with wild, black curls. He nibbled his lip as he approached the Hummel-Hudson family (minus Finn), and appeared to be wringing his hands together nervously.
Kurt grinned at the boy, and set a soft hand on his forearm.
"Blaine, it's ok. He's not going to bite." Kurt whispered, but Burt could still hear. He stole a glance at Carole, and could tell she heard it too. She was smiling happily at the two boys and then looked at Burt. She raised an eyebrow at her husband's worried expression, and then shrugged.
Kurt cleared his throat, and when the two adults were looking back at him and his new friend, he smiled.
"Dad, Carole, this is Blaine." Kurt said, gesturing to the boy with his hand. Blaine held out a hand, and Burt shook it firmly. He did the same for Carole, who was giggling the whole time.
Burt surveyed the boy, whom his son was watching with loving eyes.
"Something you gotta tell me, Kurt?" he said, turning his gaze onto his son.
Kurt just stood and pursued his lips into a thin line, seemingly contemplating something. Then, he nodded, and grabbed the other boy's hand.
"Blaine and I are dating." He said, beaming as he felt his boyfriend reassuringly squeeze his hand. Burt raised an eyebrow, then turned back to survey Blaine.
After a few stifling moments, Burt addressed Blaine.
"Where ya from, Blaine?" he said, crossing his arms.
"Oh, God, here comes Papa bear again." Carole whispered to Kurt, who giggled in response. Burt was too busy staring at Blaine to notice, and the other boy was too busy trying to keep his calm demeanor to notice, as well.
"Well, sir, I'm from Westerville, Ohio. I attend Dalton Academy there, but my parents live in Columbus. I live there as well in the summer, when boarder's go home for vacation." He replied smoothly, smiling politely as he did so.
Burt crossed his arms as he said the next question.
"You pressurin' my son into things he don't wanna do, Blaine?" he said protectively.
"Dad!" Kurt said, immediately covering his face with both hands as a raging blush appeared on his features. Blaine noticed, and smiled as he remembered the first time he saw Kurt blush- when they were kayaking.
"No, sir." Blaine said, once again focusing on Burt. Burt surveyed the boy once more, and then nodded.
"Ok, then. As long as you keep Kurt happy, we're fine. But, you better not hurt him. You hear me?" Burt said, patting the boy on the shoulder.
Blaine chuckled, and replied, "Loud and clear, Mr. Hummel."
"Please," Burt smiled, "call me Burt."
Blaine smiled, and nodded. "Ok, Mr. H- Burt." He said, chuckling once more.
Burt chuckled as well, and pulled his son into a hug.
"So, boy, how has camp been?" he said, releasing Kurt from his hug, but leaving one arm slung around his shoulders.
"Fine. It was really fun, actually." Kurt said, a small smile on his face. Carole smiled, and placed a hand on his cheek, kissing the other.
"Well, we're glad you had fun, honey." She said, patting his cheek. Kurt's blush intensified as his step-mom and dad left to find their seats. Blaine chuckled, and grabbed his hand.
"Well, that went fairly well." Blaine said, a smile on his face as he led the pair backstage, where they were to change and prepare for the performance.
"Yeah. I'm surprised he didn't pull out the 'shotgun' line." Kurt said, kissing his boyfriend's cheek. Blaine's mouth dropped open, and his eyes immediately found his boyfriend's.
"Shotgun?" he asked, an astonished look on his face as they pair grabbed their outfits from the hangers and made their ways to the changing rooms.
"Mhm. He always used to say that he'd threaten my future boyfriend with his shotgun. I never really took him seriously." Kurt said, making his way into an unoccupied changing room. He turned around, and raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the other unoccupied room, next to his. "Well, aren't you going to change? You can't go on stage like that." He said, gesturing to Blaine's ensemble, which included a plain, gray tee-shirt and khaki shorts.
Blaine crossed his arms and huffed as he slugged his way into the small room. "But I liked this outfit!" he said, taking off his shirt as he talked to Kurt through the wall. He heard a clunk on the wall next to him, and assumed his boyfriend was leaning against it for balance.
"So do I. It looks amazing on you. But, I doubt Marie and Jared would let you perform with it." Kurt said, slipping on his black dress shoes. He unlocked his door and strode towards the full length mirrors across from the changing rooms, taking in his appearance. The boys were wearing dark red, short sleeved button up tops, matched with black dress pants and shoes. Rachel appeared next to him, wearing a silk red short- sleeved top, a black smooth skirt, and black ballet flats. She ran a hand through his hair, and, seeing his unbelieving expression that someone would do such a thing, giggled.
"Kurt, you're hair looks really good pushed back. Trust me." She said, patting his shoulder and looking at their reflections. Kurt pat a stray hair down, and his gaze followed Rachel's.
She hugged him from the side, her eyes never leaving the mirror, and mumbled, "Kurt, I know we didn't really get close over the last two weeks, but I know you're an amazing person. I wish we had the chance to become closer." she said, meeting his eyes through the mirror. He nodded, and smiled.
"Rachel, we don't need to be close to be friends, right?" he said, and looked at her for confirmation. When she nodded, he broke eye contact and pulled her into a hug, which she returned enthusiastically.
When she pulled back, she smiled at him, and fixed his collar. Her eyes wandered over Kurt's shoulder, and she started backing up, offering a sly smile as she did so. "Well, Kurt, I'll see you on stage." With a small wave, she turned and walked over to Finn, who was talking feverently with Puck.
Kurt smiled, and shook his head. Suddenly, he felt warm arms snaking around his waist, and a particularly curly head nuzzling into his neck.
"Hi, beautiful." Blaine mumbled, and kissed Kurt's neck. Kurt shivered at the touch, and smiled down at his boyfriend's head.
"Hello, yourself. You ready?" he said, grasping his boyfriend's hand as he released him. The pair made their way towards the stage left wing, and waited patiently as Marie talked with the parents and family friends in the crowd who showed up. He could faintly hear her explaining their performance.
Blaine kissed his cheek as the curtain dropped, and pulled him onstage, holding his hand the whole time.
When the curtain started to rise, Blaine dropped Kurt's hand. The group all simultaneously looked up as a very cheerful- sounding tune started. The group sang along to the chorus, Blaine and Kurt sharing loving glances whenever they passed.
Teenage dreams in a teenage circus,
Runnin' around like a clown on purpose;
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No givin' up when you're young and you want some!
As the group started to harmonize in the background, singing, 'running around again; running from running', Santana stepped forward to belt out the first verse, Rachel taking up the ending before the group burst into the chorus once again.
Waking up, in the midday sun.
What's to live for?
You could see what I've done;
Staring at emotion, in the light of day,
I was runnin' from the things that you'd say-
We are not what you think we are,
We are golden, we are golden!
We are not what you think we are,
We are golden, we are golden!
Teenage dreams, in a teenage circus;
Runnin' around like a clown on purpose,
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
There's no giving up, when you're young and you want some!
As the group continued harmonizing the 'running around' part, Finn stepped forward, along with Wes, and the two picked up the next verse.
I was a boy, at an open door;
Why you starin'? Do you still that you know?
Lookin' for treasure in the things that you threw,
Like a magpie, I live for glitter, not you.
We are not what you think we are,
We are golden, we are golden!
We are not what you think we are,
We are golden, we are golden!
The group launched into the chorus once more, and Kurt took a deep breath as he strode forward, crooning the bridge as the group harmonized with 'ooh's' behind him.
Now I'm sitting alone, I'm finally lookin' around,
Left here on my own,
I'm gonna hurt myself.
At this line, Blaine stepped forward, and the two shared yet another loving glance as he sang the next line, along with Kurt.
Maybe losin' my mind,
I'm still wonderin' why,
Had to let the world,
Let it bleed me dry!
As they blended back into the group, Artie rolled forward, David on his heels as they started whispering the next lines, gradually increasing in volume until the whole group was singing along, motioning for the crowd to join in.
We are not what you think we are, we are;
We are not what you think we are, we are;
We are not what you think we are, we are golden,
We are golden!
At this point in the song, the teenager's were strewn across the stage, running around and singing the chorus for all they were worth. As it lead back into the chorus, the teens rearranged themselves, like practiced, and sang the last chorus as enthusiastically as was possible.
Teenage dreams, in a teenage circus;
Runnin' around like a clown on purpose!
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
There's no giving up when you're young and you want some!
As the group sang along to the 'running around' part twice more, they all moved forward, forming a line at the front of the stage, hands linked. Kurt grasped Blaine's hand, and Brittany's in his other, and shared a smile with his boyfriend as they whispered the last line of the song.
We are not what you think we are,
We are golden, we are golden.
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A/N: I think that was the best way to end it. I really like that song. I wish they would do it on Glee. :3 The song used in this chapter was
We Are Golden- Mika
by the way. (: AND THAT HUMMELBERRY FRIENDSHIP SCENE WAS NESSECARY.
I FREAKING LOVE HUMMELBERRY FRIENDSHIP.
Thanks for reading :)!