When we get inside the building, everyone is in there besides Trent. Everyone is sitting in the rehearsal room talking. Kurt and I walk over to a sofa besides the window. We sit down on the red velvet fabric. When Kurt and I sit, Wes tells us that Trent won't be here. After that Wes starts practice.
"My fellow Warblers, today we are having an extra practice because from what I've heard, we need the extra practice if we are competing against the New Directions," Wes says looking around the room, looking everyone in the eye for emphasis. When Wes is done speaking, Kurt raises his hand high. I look at his hand and think about holding his hand again. Wes calls on him.
"Blaine had a wonderful idea that we could go caroling. It would be great practice, and it's seasonal," Kurt says, turning to me. Everyone looks over to me and think about the idea.
"I like it," Jeff says. He adjusts his hair after he says that.
"Me too," David says looking kindly at me, "Let's take a vote. Anyone who wants to go caroling, raise your hand," David looks up and writes down the amount of people with their hand up, which is everyone.
"Looks like we're going caroling boys," David says.
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After we finish singing Carol of the Bells, David suggests that we finish for today and meet tomorrow. Most of us sit around and talk to each other. I turn to Kurt and ask him if he wants to go home right now
"Oh, I'm fine, whenever you want to bring me home is okay," he says and smiles at me after. I smile too. Not just because his glowing smile is contagious, but because he's so endearing.
"I can't get out," Nick says jogging over to us pointing to the direction of the door. Everyone gets up and goes to the door besides Kurt and me. I walk over to the window and look out. Kurt joins me.
"We're snowed in," I say stating the obvious. I am actually glad we're snowed in, it means more time with Kurt.
"We've got to go and tell the others," Kurt says as we turn from the window. We walk out of the room and then we go to the others. When we get there they are trying to open the door.
"Hey, guys," I say getting their attention, "Kurt and I looked out a window, and we're snowed in," I look around at their reactions. Most of them are shocked, some of them are doubtful, and some of them are both. They walk away from the door.
I look up at the clock. 7:30 pm. I ask Nick if I still have my room in here, since his dad owns this place I hope that Nick would have kept my room. I had a room here because the year I first transferred I was still getting bullied at my house. People were egging our house and our cars, so I came here so my house wouldn't be ruined because of me. And I stayed there until this year. I haven't completely moved out yet, so I have some extra clothes, a few blankets and pillows, and some other items. Nick thinks and then he nods. I thank him, and bring Kurt up to my room.
"Where are we going?" he asks as I bring him up to my old room.
"I had a room here. Well, I still kind of have it, but I don't live here anymore," I say and tell him about my house being vandalized, and why I had to live here because of it.
"That's horrible," Kurt say quietly.
I take his hand and squeeze it, "Don't worry it's okay now." He looks at me and gives me a small smile. I look up and see my room. I let go of Kurt's hand and opened the door for him. He walks in slowly looking around the room.
"I was thinking that you might want to change out of your uniform, and I think I have some clothes still in here," I say opening a drawer to my old dresser. I pull out a couple of sweaters, and a few pairs of pants. Kurt picks an off white sweater and a pair of dark green pajama pants.
"Um, the bathroom is over there," I say pointing to a door in the upper left hand corner of my room.
"Thanks," he says and goes into the bathroom. I look at my sweaters and pick a dark blue sweater and matching pajama pants. I quickly change while Kurt is in the other room. After I finish getting dressed I fold my dirty clothes and put it in my dresser. When I clothes my drawer,
Kurt walks out of the bathroom.
"Want to go downstairs near the fire? It's cold up here," I say, mostly concerned about if Kurt is cold.
"Sure," he says. When we get to the room where the fireplace is, we sit at a sofa across for the fire. We sit on it and talk for a little about why we transferred. When our conversation dies out and we just randomly share facts with each other and barely register them, Kurt falls asleep, his head on my shoulder. I look down at him and study his face. I push back his hair slightly to be able to see his face better.
His soft pink lips, which are usually curved into a tiny smile, is now slightly opened, and he is breathing through his mouth. His breathing is quiet and heavy. His pale skin looks even paler now that he has the white sweater on him. His small body is scrunched up and leaning against me. I wrap my arm around him and hold him like that for a few minutes. I think about how somebody could be so cruel to him. Within 10 minutes I fall asleep with my arm still holding Kurt.