This chapter mostly just to explain some things. It took me ages to figure out how to write it properly, so I hope you like it.
Thank you to k9mark4 for reveiwing
and to anyone who has put this story on alert
In an empty corridor Kurt Hummel was walking to his locker with a bag on his left shoulder. When he got to it he twisted the lock to put the combination in, opened it and placed the bag inside, then closed it again. The boy walked off in the opposite direction he had came, this time heading for the playing field outside. He passed the choir room and stopped, a vaguely familiar voice was coming from it.
He looked through the glass window in the door.
"'When You Were Young' by The Killers" the voice said. That's the girl Mercedes was talking to on the first day he thought, yeah, I remember, the one with less than zero fashion sense he thought and shook his head.
"All right then, Brad?" said the voice of Mr Schuester. The piano played a unknown tune, the girl who looked very nervous coughed quietly. Urgh, what is she wearing today? The girl in question was wearing a red and black t-shirt with 'I heart football' on the back with a soccer ball printed on the front (which was at least two sizes too big), a purple and black striped sweat band on her left wrist, baggy light blue jeans and white sneakers. Did she get dressed in the dark or something?
"You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to, to save you from your old ways"
Kurt was surprised, the girls voice was quite deep. It didn't seem to be when she spoke, though I never really paid attention... Her accent is weird, I wonder were she's from, Europe I think she said it sounds british, sort of. What was her name again? I'm sure it was a boys name or something.
The girl was at the chorus now and Kurt turned his attention to the song.
''He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young'' she sung, while nervously tapping her left foot and staring at the back wall. She had tense shoulders but her arms where loose at her side and her feet where still. From where Kurt was standing he couldn't see her face, only her hair which was light ash, almost perfectly straight and down to her elbows in length, it didn't look like she used much products on it either, and her skin was even paler than his. They probably don't get much sun in Britain he thought.
"And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live, when you were young"
Mr Schue put his hand up to stop Brad playing. The girl shivered slightly.
"That was absolutely amazing Ali, great job" So that's her name, it must be short for something... Oh damn, Cheerios practice, I forgot. Ms Sylvester is going to kill me.
Kurt hurried away along the corridor. No, litteraly murder me.