Hey guys. This is my first story on the glee boards so be gentle. Constructive critism is welcomed. No beta so sorry for any mistakes.


The Reunion

Prologue: It's Been a While

The bright lights in the theater dimmed and a hush fell over the crowd. Kurt Hummel paced behind the thick velvet curtain. Nerves ate at the pit of his stomach. It was stupid. This had to be his hundredth time on this stage but somehow he was still nervous.

"Kurt honey, take a deep breath. You've got this. You know all your lines and you're amazing. You'll do wonderful." A comforting voice said from beside him. He turned and smiled weakly at his co-star. If he had the ability to talk right now he would have thanked her, but his brain was currently shutdown and he couldn't even form the simplest word. He hoped she didn't think he was rude.

"Places everybody, places." The stage manager said loudly. Kurt's eyes widen and he felt himself start to panic. What if the audience hated it? What if they hated him? God, this is going to be a disaster. Opening nights were always the hardest for him. His insecurity and doubts ate at him until he saw heard what the audience thought. He didn't care to much for reviews by critics, his only concern was the audience.

"Are you okay, honey?" His co-star, Melissa or Alyssa or something, said laying a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Fine. I'm…um…fine" Words. Amazing. Maybe he could do this. "Just a little pre-show jitters. I'm fine, really. Thanks." He said, a small smile lighting up his face. She was nice, way better than the bitches he's used to working with.

"Good. Now get ready, gorgeous." Alyssa said a smirk forming on her red lips, as she walked, though it looked more like dancing, to her mark. "Because here we go." Kurt smirked back at her and walked to the other end of the stage, where his mark was.

"Places, is everyone in there places? Yes? Good. Alright. Curtain in five…four…three…two…"

The velvet curtain rose and a spot light shone onto the stage. Kurt looked out into the vast audience, there had to be about a thousand people here, and swallowed down his nerves. This was it. Sink or swim, this was his time to shine. The audience stared, captivated, as he began to sing.


"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it's all right Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right "

Soft singing filled the air, waking Kurt from his deep sleep. The play had done fabulously last night, if the audiences reactions were anything to go by, and Kurt was far to jittery to just come home and go to sleep. Instead, he indulged himself in a little (a lot) of partying with the cast. He was beginning to regret it, as he felt an intense pain start behind his right eye and spread across his forehead. Sleep. He just wanted to sleep.

"Shh!" Kurt whispered to no one in particular. "Shut up." He rolled over and put a pillow over his head, hoping to block out the sound. It didn't work. Feeling it was hopeless, he started to despair. 'Where is that singing coming from and why won't it stop? I told it to shut up. Why won't it? Ugh stupid singing. I hate you,' he thought. Kurt was always grumpy in the mornings but hangover mornings were the worst. He became quite emotional when he wasn't allowed to get his full nine hours without interruption. 'God, I'm going to have to get up and stop the singing myself. Ugh.' Kurt let out a deep sigh and forced himself out of his bed, tripping slightly on the covers. Stumbling through his loft, Kurt followed the sound of the music. He absolutely refuse to open his eyes for fear of the bright sunlight making his already intense headache worst. Finding the source, Kurt flailed his arms around the area hoping to hit an off switch. The music suddenly cut off. Kurt smiled. Victory.

"Kurt, love. What are you doing?" Elizabeth, Kurt's roommate said. A small giggle left her lips as irritated blue-green eyes looked into her deep brown ones. Every morning was like this. Bitchy Kurt came out like never before in the mornings. She couldn't help it if she didn't have the same problems. Mornings were her strong suit.

"Shh. You. Shh. Now." Kurt grumbled, holding his pounding head in his hands. He looked an absolute mess and Elizabeth couldn't help but find it adorable.

"Okay. I'm sorry, sweetie. I'll be quiet now. Come on, let's get you back to sleep." Elizabeth lead a sleepy, stumbling Kurt back to his room. Tucking him into bed she kissed him on the cheek.

"Mm, love you Liz." Kurt mumbled, already half asleep.

"Love you too, Kurty" Elizabeth whispered back, a smile lighting up her pretty face.


"Yeah he's good… the play was amazing…yes he was incredible, such a star your son is…Yes I'm good too…no, there's no man in my life…yeah I'm pretty invested in the newspaper right now…I know…I love you too papa Burt…tell Carole and I said hi…of course I'll have him call you later…alright I'll see you soon…bye." Elizabeth smiled and hung up the phone, giving her full attention to her coffee and morning newspaper. She loved talking to Burt and Carole. They were like the parents she never really had. Sipping her coffee, she got lost in the problems of the world. Elizabeth jumped as someone slammed down in the chair next to her.

"Was that my dad?" Kurt mumbled laying his head down on the island.

"Jesus Kurt, you scared the crap out of me." She said her hand flying over her fast-beating heart.

"Sorry. Was that my dad?" Kurt said looking up to at her. She looked pretty today. Her long brown hair was wavy and her sun-kissed skin glowed.

"Yes it was. I told him you'd call him later. He was heading to the shop." Elizabeth said raising from her seat and looking through the kitchen cabinets. Once she found the Tylenol, she got a glass and filled it with water.

"Oh. Did he sound okay?" Kurt asked as he watched her movements. He really missed his dad and step-mom and hoped to see him soon.

"Yeah. He did. Papa Burt always sounds good. I think he really misses you, though." Elizabeth said as she placed the Tylenol and glass of water in front of him. Kurt smiled at her and mumbled a thank you, taking the drugs immediately.

"Oh, hey. These came for you this morning." Elizabeth said fetching the two envelopes that came in the mail and setting them in front of Kurt.

"Did you read them?" Kurt smiled at her.

"Kurt, do those look open to you?" Elizabeth asked rolling her eyes.

"No." Kurt said as he started opening the first letter not bothering to read the front on the envelope. His smiled faded as he took in the words on the page.

Dear Mr. Hummel,

McKinley High School would like to invite you to the 10 year reunion for the class of 2012. The reunion will take place on June 5 in the McKinley High School gymnasium. We hope you can come and visit with your old classmate. Please RSVP by May 15.

Thank you,

Principle Figgins

"Oh my god." Kurt gasped after reading the letter.

"What. What is it? Is everything okay? Is Finn okay?" Elizabeth said her eyes widening as she started to panic. Kurt didn't answer the questions and handed her the letter. In shock he opened the other one, praying it wasn't what he thought it was,

Dear Mr. Hummel,

It has been 10 years since your last days walking the halls of Dalton Academy. In celebration of this fact a reunion will be held on June 8. Don't miss this chance to catch up with your fellow 2012 graduates. Please RSVP by May 20.

We hope to see you there,

Headmaster Arnold

"Wow." Elizabeth said after reading the letter.

"I know" Kurt said miserably.

"And wow. Dalton too?" She asked slightly dazed at information.

"Yup" Kurt sighed. "When did I get so old?"

"I don't know grandpa." Elizabeth giggled at the gob smacked look on Kurt's face.

"Should I go?" Kurt asked laying his head back down on the island counter. Today was already completely exhausting and it was barely noon.

"Yes." She answered immediately.

"Yeah. I thought you'd say that. God, it's been such a long time." Kurt mumbled into the counter top.

"10 years to be exact." She said smartly, sticking her tongue out at him. Kurt rolled his eyes at her.

"Do you think he'll be there?" Kurt asked, a frown now settling on his pink lips.

"Probably." Elizabeth said with uncertainty. Blaine had been a sore subject for Kurt ever since their break up three years ago.

Kurt sighed miserably and rolled his eyes. "You're coming with me."

"Okay" Elizabeth said, a small smile twisting her red lips. "Think on the bright side, Kurt. You'll get to see Papa Burt and Carole now."

"Yeah." Kurt said smiling now too, thinking about his dad and his step mom. He's really missed them "It's been a while."


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bluejay

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