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Song: Green Finch and Linnet Bird – Johanna (Sweeney Todd) Timeline: Friday --Chapter 13: How to Sing--Kurt stared longingly out of the window of his 'new bedroom'. It had just been three days since he had finally gotten up the courage to tell his father about his sexuality. His dad had completely freaked out – and overacted in his opinion – knocking him out and moving them out of Lima, Ohio the next day. Kurt's windows now had bars on them, blocking the view of the blue sky and one lone tree that was slowly swaying in the breeze. He began to sing.
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
He buried his face into his pillow that was now bare of his pink barbie pillowcase – he loved some of the clothes that the blonde possessed and had written a letter to the company asking if they could make some in his size but, sadly, they hadn't replied – before resuming his singing.
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
All of his clothes had been taken away; he was currently wearing a plain white t-shirt and black track-pants. He felt horrible. Even his body scrubs had been confiscated, not to mention his hairspray, and strawberries and cream conditioner.
How is it you sing
anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
Why did he have to go and open his big mouth? He had known that he was homosexual since he was five. Why did he have to choose now, eleven years later, to decide to tell his father?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing or merely halloing?
Are you discussing?
Or fussing?
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Burt had even found his stash of Finn 'not-quite-stalker' photos and his doodles of 'FH + KH' surrounded by love hearts. That hadn't been the best moment of his life.
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's safer in cages
singing when you're told?
Mentioning Finn, Kurt really missed him. His dopey smiles, dumb comments, reassuring grins...
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
He heard his dad moving around but ignored it. He wanted his freedom goddamn it!
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
His dad stormed into the room, eyes blazing. "Shut up."
He shook his head and opened his mouth.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
--Breaking the Rules--
Kurt awoke, drenched in sweat, from the dream, nightmare... memory and sighed. He got up and headed to the bathroom, removing his clothes before hoping under the spray and washing himself with the non-scented generic brand soap. He had nothing left that stood for him, that represented his personality. Everything that he had owned – even the photos of his own mother and himself as a baby, toddler, child and teenager – had been taken, placed somewhere that he didn't know. He didn't dare to enter his dad's room anymore to bask in the scent from the dresser.
He pulled on a pair of blue jeans - they were, unfortunately, not skinny, instead some of those loose jeans that guys wore half-way down their asses these days. His dad had brought them so that they would on purpose - and a dark blue long-sleeve shirt. He snuck a black belt into his plain black school back and checked that he had his books -which were new as his old ones had had pictures of female singers – mostly Lady Gaga and Beyonce -, hot guys and lots of FH + KH drawings.
He shouldered his bag and went to exit the house.
"Kurt?" a voice asked gruffly.
He suppressed a flinch, "Y-yes, sir?"
His head snapped to the right as his dad punched him in the stomach, hard. He whimpered slightly in pain.
"Men don't stutter, you're a man. Aren't you?"
"Yes, yes I am," he whispered, panting.
Another punch, "speak louder!"
"Yes sir!"
"Good, now off to school. If you're not home on time you better be getting laid by a girl," his father growled the last part, and he forced himself not to shiver.
"Okay, goodbye." He nodded stiffly, and his dad patted him on the back.
"Do me proud."--Breaking the Rules--
AN: Just so you can see why Kurt has a few issues…