Rain on My Parade~ Rachel Berry

After Blaine told Kurt he needed to fit in, Kurt started to fall out of love with his "mentor." Kurt couldn't "stand in" the crowd and not shine. That wasn't part of who he is.

Then the Jeremiah fiasco, Kurt was heartbroken. So what better to do then sing your heart out?

Kurt went to his closet at Dalton and pulled out the outfit he wore to last year's Sectionals. He quickly changed out of his uniform and fixed his make-up. Then he snuck into the auditorium and put his iPod dock on the stage. He took the remote and himself to the back of the auditorium. He pushed play and stepped outside for his que.

"Don't tell me not to live just sit and putter. Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!

Don't tell me not to fly—I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you. Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade!

I'm marching my band out, I'm beating my drum. And if I'm fanned out, he'll turn at bat, sir. At least he didn't fake it. Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection, a freckle on the nose of life's complexion, the cinder or the shiny apple of its eye. I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, only can die once, right, sir? Ooh, life is juicy, juicy, and you see I gotta have my bite, sir! Get ready for me, love, cause I'm a comer. I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now, get what I want- I know now. One roll for the whole show bang, one throw, that bell will go chang, eye on the target and wham. One shot, one gun shot, and BAM!

Hey, Mister Anderson, here I am! I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum! And if I'm fanned out, he'll turn at bat, sir. At least I didn't make it. Get ready for me, love, cause I'm a comer. I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer. Nobody, no, no body is gonna rain on my parade!" Kurt held out the last note just long enough for affect but then collapsed into a ball on the stage. He got out all his emotion and now it was time to cry.

"Wow Kurt, that was amazing! You nailed yet another performance!" Blaine exclaimed clapping as Kurt had done for Teenage Dream. Kurt sat up and looked at his friend. Blaine's smile turned to a look of worry and then to compassion.

"Were you singing about me?"

"Maybe," Kurt choked out.

"I am sorry."

"Don't be. I just read too much into things."

"Hey, don't say that. Maybe you did just the right amount. What were you reading into?"

"I don't want to talk about it. I'm leaving." Kurt stood to leave but Blaine managed to catch his wrist.

"Don't go. I need to talk to you about us."

"What about us?"

"I can't be your friend anymore."

"What?" Kurt struggled to get his hand free and then fell back into the ball.

"What I mean is, I can't just be your friend anymore. I love you, Kurt and I want to be with you."

"Really?"

"Yes." Kurt lunged at Blaine and tackled him.

"I love you too."

Hey there readers! I am soooo sorry for being really delayed! I have a really busy summer and I just went to GLEE LIVE! I will update again soon hopefully with some new ideas and some requested songs. Oh, and I did another part to another song, for the abrupt ending to Last Christmas, I took another Christmas song sung by the glee club and finished the story!

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