AN: Ohmygawsh.
Yes. I have finally updated. I am so sorry it took so long. I've been procrastinating. But I'm here now.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or any of its characters or blah blah you know it.
I don't own Spring Awakening or anything related.
Later
"So this is your room, huh?" Finn asked, taking a seat in a nearby chair.
"Yep." Kurt responded, sitting down on the edge of his bed, crossing his legs casually.
"It's kind of ...grey." Finn stated the obvious, looking around.
"Grey happens to compliment my skin tone well and it's a very...'classy' color, if you will." Kurt laced his fingers togerther and placed his hands over his knee.
"Maybe I could help you decorate it with some posters or something."
Kurt gave a nod and a convincing (but fake) smile. Finn stood up, going over to Kurt's keyboard, running his fingers over the keys gently. "I forgot you played piano..."
"Oh, yeah," Kurt said, walking to the piano and standing next to Finn. "I've actually been working on a piece from the musical Spring Awakening lately. Do you want to hear it?" Finn shrugged and Kurt grabbed the sheet music from the top of his desk.
Kurt started playing the introduction to the song, his fingers gliding over the keys flawlessly. He started to sing along with his playing:
Just too unreal, all this
Watching the words fall from my lips
Baiting some girl with hypotheses
Haven't you heard the word of your body?
Don't feel a thing, you wish
Grasping at pearls with my fingertips
Holding her hand like some little tease
Haven't you heard the word of my wanting?
Oh, I'm gonna be wounded
Oh, I'm gonna be your wound
Oh, I'm gonna bruise you
Oh, you're gonna be my bruise
Just too unreal, all this
Watching his world slip through my fist
Playing with her in your fantasies
Haven't you heard a word, how I want you?
Oh, I'm gonna be wounded
Oh, I'm gonna be your wound
Oh, I'm gonna bruise you
Oh, you're gonna be my bruise...
Finn stared as Kurt finished. A light blush formed on Kurt's cheeks. Maybe singing a song about sex wasn't the best idea he had had.
"I-I have to go..." Finn stammered, quickly turning around and running up the stairs.
"Finn! Wait!" Kurt called up the stairs, "We didn't even-"
The front door slammed shut.
AN: Short shortness is short. Sorry D:
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