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Welcome to my first Glee story on this account! This is based off of a wonderful little novel and book series called Wake by the totally awesome Lisa McMann. I really like this story and thought it would be perfect for Glee! And even more so for Klaine!
This chapter was originally written on April 19, 2012.
Disclaimer: I do not own Wake or Glee, I am but a teenager with an unhealthy obsession with Pottermore, (If you are a member, add me FireboltHear14774) Harry Potter, A Very Potter Musical and Sequel, and Glee. There may or may not be AVPMS references throughout the course of the story. I do not know yet. There will also be some weird pairings going on here, but there really funny!
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December 9, 2011, 12:55 P. M.
Kurt Hummel's math book slips from his fingers. He grips the edge of the table in the school library, trying desperately not to fall off his chair like he did last time. Everything starts to go black and silent. He knows what is about to happen. He's been going through the same thing for years. He has no control over it but to just go with flow. He sighs and rests his head on the table, trying to calm his rapid breathing. He tries desperately to pull himself out of it, but only fails miserably as he has been doing for so long. He is too tired today. Too hungry. He really does not have time for this.
And then he's fallen through.
He is sitting in the bleachers in the football stadium, blinking under the bright white lights, he is the only one who is silent amongst the raging roars of the crowd.
He glances at the people sitting in the bleachers around him; fellow classmates and their parents. He looks around anxiously, trying to spot the dreamer. He can tell this dreamer is afraid, but where is he? Then he looks to the football field. He finds him. He rolls his glasz blue eyes in annoyance.
It is Finn Hudson. No question about it. He is, after all, the only naked player on the field for the homecoming game.
Nobody seems to notice or care. Except for him. The ball is snapped and the lines collide, but Finn is covering himself with his hands, hopping from one foot to the other. He can feel his panic increasing. Kurt's fingers tingle and begin to go numb.
Finn looks over at Kurt, eyes pleading, as the football moves toward him, a bullet in slow motion. "Help," he says.
He thinks about helping him. Wonders what it would take to change the course of Finn's dream. He even considers that a boost of confidence to the star receiver the day before the big game could help put McKinley High in the running for the Regional Class A Championship.
But Finn is really a jerk, letting Kurt be bullied all the years he was. Throwing him in the dumpster and throwing slushies in his face. He would not appreciate the help that Kurt had to offer. Therefore, he resigns himself to watching the debacle unfold. He wonders if he'll choose pride or glory.
He's not as big as he thinks he is.
That's for damn sure.
The football nearly reaches Finn when the dream starts over again. Oh, get ON with it already, Kurt thinks as he fidgets, wanting to get the dream over with. He didn't understand football, despite being on the team at one point in time, and he had no intention of being forced to watch it. He concentrates in his seat on the bleachers and slowly manages to stand. He tries to walk back under the bleachers for the rest of the dream so he does not have to watch, and surprisingly, this time, he is able.
That is a bonus.
1:01 P. M.
Kurt's mind catapults back inside his body, still sitting at his usual remote corner table in the library. He flexes his fingers painfully, lifts his head and, when his sight returns, he scours the library.
He spies the culprit at a table about fifteen feet away. He is awake now. Rubbing his eyes and grinning sheepishly at the two other football players who are standing around him, laughing. Shoving him. Whacking him on the head. Kurt knows them as Noah Puckerman and Azimio Adams. Two more people who bully him.
Kurt shakes his head to clear it and he lifts up his math book, which sits open and face down on the table where he dropped it. Under it, he finds a fun-size Milky Way bar. He smiles to himself and peers to the left, between the rows of bookshelves.
However, no one is there for him to thank.
I hope you liked the first chapter. I am sorry that it is somewhat short; I promise you that they will be getting MUCH longer as we move on in the story.
So, who do you guys think left the Milky Way bar for Kurt? Hehehe. I will try to update as soon as I can in the future.
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