Ok... so here's chapter 4.
I don't know about this chapter... I kinda changed the writing style a bit. Please tell me what you think.
Thank you so much to all those who reviewed.
Disclaimer: I don't own glee.
Wow. Eighth grade sucks. At least that's what's going through Jamie's head as he watches his mother tearfully tell him Burt's condition.
Ok, let's start from the beginning.
Eighth grade began with Jamie's first ever locker shove and a shout of homo. He had absolutely no idea where that came from.
It's true, thanks to Kurt, Jamie has learned to express himself better through fashion and has also become a little more comfortable with the more feminine side of himself, but it's not as if he walks around in his ballet shoes and a pink tutu.
And yes, he's never exactly joined in on the "hot girl" discussion because he really has not interest in girls. But that's not to say he has an interest in boys either. All he wants to do is dance... well there was that one male ballet dancer on So You Think You Can Dance who was not bad on the eyes but Jamie only thought that because of his amazing technique. That's all.
After that the bullying continued. Shoving, name calling, books and papers getting strewn all over the floor. At least the middle school doesn't have a slushy machine. That would really suck from the stories Finn tells.
Finn. No Finn does not know that Jamie spent the entire summer dancing eight hours a day. He thinks he had a scholarship to soccer camp. Soccer has always been Jamie's default excuse, it explains perfectly why he's getting stronger without getting bulky.
But god was it an amazing summer. Jamie, usually strictly a ballet dancer, branched out a bit taking some tap, jazz, hip hop, musical theater, and modern dance class. Although ballet will always be his favorite, he definitely enjoyed every single on of them. Every second he spent dancing just made him happier and happier. He never wants to stop.
But he's still not ready to tell Finn.
Finn doesn't know about the bullying either. Of course, as quarterback of the football team he can do something about it. His reputation would without a doubt stop him in his track. But he would NOT go crying to big brother. Jamie can take care of himself. He know's he can.
And it should stop for at least his freshman year of high school. Finn will be there to protect him. But he won't always be there.
Jamie sighed. He doesn't know if he can take four more years of this.
And now, to top off all this pain and confusion, Burt had a heart attack and is in the hospital.
Lovely.
Jamie really likes Burt. He never knew his father and Burt was nice and accepting. He reminded Jamie a little of a big teddy bear. Kind of scary to look at, but very huggable. He doesn't judge anyone and just takes what ever life throws at him with a grunt and eventually a smile, no matter what he's been through.
Only good people like Burt and Kurt could suffer as much as they have and still have the ability to smile.
"How's Kurt?" Jamie asked, looking at his mom.
"He at his house," She replied, looking worried, "I finally got him to leave the hospital and go home. I wanted to stay but I had to come over and check on you two."
"Do you mind if I ride my bike over?" Jamie asked, looking outside at the setting sun, "It's not dark yet."
Carol nodded, "alright, good idea, but call me to drive you home, I don't want you riding at night."
"Ok," he said, slipping off the couch.
Pulling into the Hummel household, Jamie walked through the open door. Kurt must have forgotten to lock it.
"Kurt? Where are you?" He shouted into the house.
He heard a light whimper from the couch and turned to see Kurt curled into a tiny ball, tear tracks running down his face.
"Oh, there you are." He moved and sat down next to him, "I'm not gonna ask how you're feeling because, well the answers obvious. Have you eaten."
Kurt looked up at him and shook his head wordlessly.
"Ok... I'll be right back," Jamie went into the kitchen and took out peanut butter and jelly, making the sandwiches and walking back into the living room.
He saw Kurt sitting up now, watching a documentary on the Discovery Channel about heart attacks. Of course that would be on now. Oh the irony.
"Here you go," Jamie said cheerfully, "He's my gourmet pb&j a la Jamie... I apologize for my lack of ability to cook, I've been spoiled by my mother."
Kurt cracked a tiny smile, but then frowned at what the TV was saying.
"Ok... no." Jamie walked up to the TV and looked through a stack of DVD's carefully pulling one out, "Ok, here we go."
"What is it?" Kurt asked, as he fiddled with his sandwich.
"Eat. It's The Stupids. I think now is a good time for comedy." Jamie smiled as Kurt finally took a bite of his sandwich.
He sat on the couch as the movie started playing.
"Jamie?" Kurt whispered.
"Yea?"
"Thank you."
Jamie knew his mother would kill him but he didn't call her when his was done at the Hummel's. Instead he rode his bike to Mrs. Alderman's dance studio and climbed carefully through an unlocked window.
He stands in the room and looks around, then down at his feet. He doesn't have his dance shoes, but oh well, he can kill his toes. He kicks his shoes into a corner and walks over to the stereo, turning on a slow, sad song.
He closes his eyes and listens.
And then he's gone.
He can't feel anything. No sadness, no fear, just music as his body moves free of gravity's restraints.
He dances to the music. For Kurt who lost his mother and now may lose his father. He dances for his mother, who had almost found happiness. He dances for Finn and himself, because they almost had a father again. Above all he dances for Burt, imagining his spirit willing him to life with the music. Burt won't die. He's sure of that.
As Jamie dances Mrs. Alderman stands unnoticed, leaning against the doorframe. Rarely does she see such talent and passion for dance. Something has to be done for that boy. It would be a waste if he stayed here, in Lima, Ohio. If he became ashamed of his passion and gave it up to fit in. He needs to be discovered. And Mrs. Alderman will see too it.
Jamie breathes a sigh of relief when he hears that Burt will be ok. Finally he can breathe again he thinks as walks out of dance class. The call had come in the middle of class on the cell phone his mother had given him for emergencies.
Jamie carefully puts his stuff together and as per usual, hides his dance shoes deep in the bottom of his bag.
Emmy wasn't in this class, she had to go to a violin recital tonight so Jamie walks to the door alone only to get blocked by Mrs. Alderman.
"Mrs. Alderman!"Jamie exclaims, looking up at his mentor, "Is everything alright? Do you need me to do anything?"
She shoves a packet of papers into his hands.
"What's this." He asks in wonder.
"An application" she answers.
"To what?"
"The Baryshnikov Ballet Scholarship to the International School of Dance in New York City."
Ok... so I made up the scholarship with a random male ballet dancer name and I also made up the school. I hope I don't offend anyone by doing that.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading.