Chapter 4= Kurt's Realisation

'Two days to the show!' Tabitha exclaimed, bouncing around Kyla as they walked to the breakfast table.

'Please stop that,'

'Okay...' Tabitha said, sulkily but stopping anyway.

As they reached the table, Kyla realised that Lara the girl from a week ago, who she had nearly forgotten was sat down. She stopped dead in her tracks.

'Oh God, no!' she cried.

Kurt sat in his tent after breakfast. He could hear Kyla humming softly in the tent next to him. For some reason the sound made him want to curl up and go to sleep, in her arms. The thought made him shudder. She would probably murder him slowly and painfully if he did. But still. The humming next door stopped and he heard gentle footsteps on the grass outside. The noise slowly dimmed and then there was just silence.

Kyla wandered out of her tent and to the forest. She walked barefooted along the path and stopped to practice her power of the elements. When she was satisfied she went to Arabella's tent to practice her song for the show. The two days to the show passed incredibly quickly and on the day everyone was rushing around, trying to sort everyone out. Kyla and Kitty wandered around a little until Arabella grabbed Kyla and dragged her off to get changed.

'That was, like, great Kurt!' Kitty jabbered.

'Danke, Kitty,' Kurt grinned. 'Vhere's Kyla? She's on next,'

'Here!' Kurt heard her voice, turned around and had to force himself not to gape at her. She was wearing a long white skirt, a low-cut, floral-patterned top and her hair fell in a straight, blonde curtain down her back.

'Close our mouth, Kurt,' scolded his mother as she bustled past. Kurt's face went purple and Kyla smiled at him.

'Don't worry,' she assured him. 'I'm shocked too. I don't usually wear this sort of thing,'

'Yeah...' said Kurt, even though that wasn't what he was shocked at. He was shocked because she looked just like an angel. Or his definition of an angel.

'Oh that'll be me now,' she said, before walking onto the stage.

'Somebody's in love...' Kitty teased him.

'No vay, Kitty!' Kurt replied. 'Shut up, she's about to start,'

Then she sang. Her voice was like an angel's and she was perfectly in tune with the music that came from the sound booth.

'I let it fall, my heart,

And as it fell, you rose to claim it.'

Kurt listened intently, hung on every word.

'It was dark, and I was over,

Until you kissed my lips, and you saved me.'

Funnily enough, Kurt could think of nothing else he wanted to do right now.

'My hands, they were strong,

But my knees were far too weak.'

Kurt forgot everything and let her sweet voice wash over him.

'Stand in your arms,

Without falling to your feet.'

Kurt heard no more of the words and only focused completely and utterly on her voice for those four minutes of his life. When she finished he was still struck by her spell, until she shook his shoulder and woke him from his stupor.

'Huh? What? Where?' he said before realising it was over.

'Kurt?' Kyla asked. 'Are you okay? You seemed out of it,'

'I'm fine. Sorry,' he said sheepishly.

She sighed rolled her eyes and told him to be quiet while Tabitha did magic tricks onstage. He realised she still had her hand on his shoulder and forced himself not to let out a deep purr of contentment. He looked at her face, her green shining eyes as she watched and he knew something at that instant in time. He was utterly and completely in love with this girl. The trouble was, he didn't know how she felt about him.