After being thrown into a locker by Karofsky I am rethinking this nightmare scenario. Aren't you suppose to wake up if you get hurt?
I slept on it and I've decided that this isn't a dream.
Maybe this whole life I had was the real dream.
Maybe I made it all up in my head.
I miss my dream daughter and husband so much it hurts.
I don't understand how much I miss them. They are just a dream. I should just be able forget about them. But the dream was so detailed.
Tracey was so tiny, precious and perfect. And Blaine was just so perfect for me.
I guess that should have tipped me off that it was a dream.
I'm feeling pretty down after the realization that I made a whole life up in my head.
Send me some questions to distract me
roxymusicandlayers asked:
Hi Kurt! I'm new to your blog. Sorry to hear you are a bit down. I'd like to know who is your favorite band/artist and what are some of your favorite fashion trends of this year. Are boots with shorts cool or should they go away?
Well I guess what I think of my usual response doesn't apply here. Made up husbands can't be your favorite artist.
I guess I'd have to go with the great Patti Lupone or Idina Menzel. They are both simply amazing artists of their craft.
As for fashion: Animal sweaters, like the one I saw on this strikingly familiar girl, will always be out. Skinny jeans remain in style and I predict are here to stay for years to come.
Boots with shorts, a style brought us by some great british trendsetters, while In, is a style you should tread carefully with. Some people just lack the confidence to let their knees be free.
Kurt climbed the stairs from his basement bedroom.
This dream just had a hold on him. It was so vivid and he could remember details from it easier than he could remember the lyrics to his favorite song.
What made it worse was that the life in his dreams was better than he thought he could ever dream up.
He had a gorgeous, sweet, amazing husband. A group of talented friends. And a career performing on Broadway. Broadway!
Plus the perfect child. He hadn't even known that he wanted children.
Kurt was broken out of his thoughts to the sound of Burt Hummel clearing his throat.
"Kurt, come sit down. I need to talk to you."
That was another thing. He had a loving relationship with his father in his dream. Not the stilted awkward relationship he really shared with his father.
Kurt followed his father's instructions, taking a seat on the sofa.
He looked over at his dad with a frown.
In his dream all it had taken was his coming out, hadn't it? Maybe he should just come out.
No that would be a bad idea.
What if he reacted badly and threw Kurt out or something? Nothing said that the real Burt Hummel would appreciate having a gay kid for a son.
"I might not understand you very well, but that doesn't mean-" Burt trailed off with a sigh. " Look, you just need to join one club and I'll be happy, alright?"
Kurt nodded uncomfortably.
What he would give to hug his father right now. But that wasn't their relationship.
A/N: It's been 9 days since I posted here. Meaning 9 days of posts. I'm afraid it's gotten out of hand and if you want to read this you need to go to .com to see all that you have missed. There's a lot that hasnt been posted here.
I have a Blaine there as well and I'm unsure how they'd feel about posting here so there's that too.