(A/N Hi everyone it's Angel! Sorry I haven't been updating very often. I'm working on some new stories and can't get to the computer as often as I want to. But don't worry, in October I'm getting a laptop and will update a lot more!
And way I don't know why but I discovered Google translate and am using it a lot, so I just had to add foreign languages to this! How you all like. And for the texting in the beginning : This is Blaine and this is Rachel. Please R&R!)
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How's it going on your end?
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My plan is working out perfectly.
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And the plan is…
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Good try.
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:(
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; P
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So what exactly is going on with you, Kurt and Mercedes?
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We're planning on what we all are gunna wear tonight for the Open House. We're also talking about the guys from Dalton, they sound really cute!
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Am I supposed to be excited about that?
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Maybe? : P Anyways I'll see you at lunch soon. Bye!
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Bye.
"Put your phone away!" Peter whispered to me. We were sitting in Mr. Shuster's Spanish class (he's the Spanish teacher too! That surprises me. And I speak Italian, not Spanish so the class was making no sense to me, whatsoever) and we only had 10 more minutes till lunch time. And I can't wait to see how Rachel's 'plan' was going.
"Pedro, Blaine…Silencio por favor!" Mr. Shuster (Sorry, 'Senor Shuster') said to us.
Ok, so I was a little annoyed at Mr. Shuster right then, I wasn't doing anything wrong and Peter wasn't doing anything wrong. So why did he have to call us out in front of the whole class? I don't know. …So what else to do then break out into Italian in the middle of a Spanish class to seek my revenge (Rachel says I have a bad temper for this type of stuff). So I sit back in my chair and smoothly say, "Ci dispiace signor Schuester, ma non so quello che stai dicendo. Vedi io non parlo spagnolo. Solo italiano e inglese"
Speaking Italian always earns me a few 'awwws' from the girls.
Mr. Shuster just looked at me for a second. "Que?"
I rolled my eyes. To English!
"Sorry Mr Schuester but i don't know what you're saying. See i don't speak spanish. Only Italian and English" I say it very slowly, like I was talking to a 5 year ond.
"Well I am sorry about that. But you are still not allowed to use your phone in class. Now please, put it away." Oh he looked so annoyed!
"Mi dispiace." Yes. I am very sorry.
7 more minutes.
"Blaine!" Rachel rushed into the choir room and sat down next to me. "I have a lot to tell you!"
"Italiano?" I'm not sure saying everything in English will be very good. Luckily Rachel knows Italian too. Because Peter told me they do not offer Italian at this school I don't have to worry about anyone understanding us. See Rachel and I (while not touring and such) have been homeschooled together since the begining of 8th grade. The teacher positions were split between her dads and a lot of my family. So our foreign language teacher was my grandfather on my mother's side. My Nonno Biondolillo was born and raised in Italy and is extremely fluent. So Rachel and I are also pretty fluent since he was a VERY tuff teacher. We didn't come to Ohio with all of them though, they thought we were pretty equip to survive on our own (with my family here of course)
She looked at me confused for a second then nodded. "Beh, prima, Kurt e Mercedes mi ha portato alla loro prima classe. Questo era Studi Sociali. Poi Kurt mi ha portato alla sua classe successiva e ottenere questo, egli può parlare francese! Come fluente. E 'stato incredibile! Chiedi a lui e lui può insultare, ma rendere il suono super dolce!"
Translation: 'Well first, Kurt and Mercedes took me to their first class. That was Social Studies. Then Kurt took me to his next class and get this, he can speak French! Like fluently. It was amazing! Ask him and he can insult you, but make it sound super sweet!'
What about the plan Rachel? That is the only reason we are speaking in Italian! "E il piano di Rachel?"
"Quanto al piano! Credetemi, tutto funzionerà alla fine! Ma non è che correre! Aspetta fino a stasera. E 'perfetto!" 'As to plan! Believe me, everything will work out in the end! But don't be rushing it! Wait till tonight. It is perfect!'
She sounds a little bit too cocky about all of this.
Time to change the subject. I know no one can understand us (they're all sitting around and starring at us like we are mad!) but I don't want any one catching on what we are talking about.
"Così egli può parlare francese?" Kurt's french! Perfect topic change!
She smiled (catching on I hope) "Sì! E 'incredibile. Perché non chiedergli di dire qualcosa?" 'Yes! It is amazing. Why don't you ask him to say something?'
"Certo." Sure Rachel. So I turned to Kurt. "Si può parlare francese?"
Rachel then reaches out and slaps my chest. "In English stupid! He can't understand you!"
Woops?
"Sorry", I look back at Kurt. "So you can speak French?"
Kurt glanced evily at Mercedes. Then opened his mouth and said in rapid french, "Oh si ce n'est nationale parle dans un autre langage courant? Seulement vous deux peut converser, personne d'autre ici de comprendre un mot qui sort de ma bouche."
"…Translation please!" I said.
A cheshir cat grin crossed his face. Oh gosh, he was insulting me, wasn't he?
He rolled his eyes, "I said: 'Oh so this is national speak in another language day? Only you two can converse, no one else here will understand a word coming out of my mouth.'"
I turn to Rachel, "Egli è buono." Oh he is good.
She nods and smiles. "Molto buona" 'Very good'
Oddly enough, there is never actual eating during the lunch period. There are people practicing for glee club and talking. That was it. Odd, right?
At the end of the lunch period Rachel was going to head with Kurt and Mercedes to their gym class (why she wants to? I don't know) and I just needed to get a little word in before they all head out.
"Parleremo prima di testa fuori durante la sala di studio. E mi puoi dire del tuo 'piano'." As in: 'We'll talk before we head out during study hall. And you can tell me about your 'plan'.'
She smiled, "Non preoccupatevi, per il momento abbiamo fuori di qui si avrà un bellissimo, potrei aggiungere, ragazzo giocattolo per chiamare il proprio." 'Do not worry, by the time we get out of here you will have a very handsome, I might add, boy toy to call your own.'
My jaw dropped, "Chiudi la bocca! Voi sapete che io...ugh! Parleremo poi si ... cagna!" 'Shut your mouth! You know that I...ugh! We'll speak later you... bitch!' Not the most...nice choice of words, I might add.
And she continued to walk i could tell she laughed at my choice of words.
Peter looked at me. "Do I want to know what you guys were talking about all through lunch?"
I looked down at the ground. "No."
He shrugged, "Ok. Now, let's go. We have got Social Studies."
"I'm driving!"
"I'm taking a nap in the back!"
"Peter and I have to discuss our duet. And Blaine gets car sick so he can take the passanger's seat!"
Thanks Rachel! That helps with everything! In case you didn't catch that, it was sarcasm.
I looked to Kurt, expecting him to make an excuse for me not to sit anywhere near him, or to at least make some sort of annoyed face. But neither appeared. He kept a neutral face on as we all made our way to his car.
Since it will take a while to get to Dalton, Kurt said it was better if we all just skip Study Hall and get on the road. So here was all five of us (Peter, Mercedes, Kurt, Rachel and I) pilling into Kurt's car, getting ready for a near two hour drive to Westerville.
Yay?
As soon as we were all seated and buckled, Kurt pulled out of the parking lot. He quickly turned on the radio to cover up the chatter being held by Peter and Rachel (talking about their 'killer' duet they've been planning).
After a few minutes of commercials from the radio, finally a song came on.
Now I know that by looking at me, some people might not think that I would like this type of music (With the gelled hair, the regular skinny jeans, normal t-shirts, converse and bright pink sunglasses [they are my signature look]). You know, rock. I mean like…heavy metal rock. But I do. And, to be honest, one of my favorite bands is Black Veil Brides (And Panic! The Disco and Three Days Grace). So when Andy's voice came through the speakers of the car…how could I not sing along?
My excessive fan-boy-ness started by me saying, "Oh I love this song!" And then I was head banging (not too much, can't risk shaking the gel out of my hair!).
And then I started to sing along.
I cannot hide what's on my mind
I feel it burning deep inside
A passion crime to take what's mine
Let us start living for today
Now what happened next surprised me even more then…well anything really. The driver of the car, Kurt, began to sing with me (only like an octave or two higher).
Never gonna change my mind
We can leave it all behind
Nothin's gonna stop us
No, not this time
I looked over to Kurt and saw a smile creep onto his face as he gave me a side-glance. So what else to do but continue rocking out to the chorus with the extremely cute guy next to me half rocking out too?
So take your hand in mine, it's ours tonight
This is a rebel love song
Hearts will sacrifice, it's do or die
This is a rebel love song
Kurt drops out from the second verse but I continue. Placing my pointer fingers on my temples and motioning looking at Kurt (who is still giving me side glances every couple seconds, some of them nicer then others, but I just focused on the nice ones) I continue.
My outlaw eyes have seen their lies
I choke on all they had to say
Oh and holding my hands to my neck and pretending to choke didn't make me look like a total idiot….
When worlds collide what's left inside?
I hold on tight and hear you pray
Kurt took over singing the chorus while I smiled like a madman (We were practically bonding over a song, right?)
Never gonna change my mind
We can leave it all behind
Nothin's gonna stop us
No, not this time
I joined him and we continued with our harmony.
So take your hand in mine, it's ours tonight
This is a rebel love song
Hearts will sacrifice, its do or die
This is a rebel love song
As the bridge cam neither of us sang. I was looking at Kurt. Morley at his profile though: his nose, his lips, his incredibly pale skin… But what'd you know Kurt's already starting the final chorus.
Never gonna change my mind
We can leave it all behind
Nothin's gonna stop us
No, not this time
So take your hand in mine, it's ours tonight
This is a rebel love song
Hearts will sacrifice, it's do or die
This is a rebel love song
Take your hand in mine, it's ours tonight
This is a rebel love song
Hearts will sacrifice, it's do or die
This is a rebel love song
The song ends and I'm still looking at Kurt. Wow…he is so handsome… (Ok just block what I just said out please?)
"OMIGOSH! Guys that was so good!" I turn slightly to see Rachel in the back seat (between Mercedes and Peter) smiling like a mad woman. When our eyes meet she gives me a wink. (Is this the plan? No it can't be, she couldn't have guessed that this song would come on the radio and the Kurt would know it).
Peter, sitting next to her looks between me and Rachel, then settles his eyes on me. "It was pretty good." He shrugs and they return to their conversation.
I look back over to Kurt. What did he think of our impromptu duet?
Kurt gives me another side glance, clears his throat and says, "Not bad Anderson."
I smile at his comment. I don't know what Rachel did but he actually didn't hat it! That is like amazing! "Thanks. You too. We should do that more often."
He chuckles (why is he chuckling?) "Don't get ahead of yourself. First we have to make it through open house with the Warblers. And you might not be their best company"
"It can't be too bad. I mean, I travel around the nation with Rachel." I shrug.
Rachel's hand comes forward from the back seat and hits my arm. "HEY!" She squeaked.
Both Kurt and I laugh at this. I look back over to Kurt. "You'd be surprised." He said.
It can't really be that bad at a private school, can it? Then something hits me. "What do you mean that I might not be their best company?"
Keeping his eyes on the rode Kurt says, "If you have a problem with people like me then they will have a problem with you. Dalton Academy has a zero tolerance no bullying policy. So many people there are in fact gay, bi, transgender, many things. People feel safe at Dalton. And someone like you would not fit in."
Oh… He thinks I have a problem with him being gay? Ok ummm…think Blaine think!
"But…" Kurt gives me a sideways glance again. "Kurt. I-I don't have a problem with you being gay. Rachel has two dads who have tutored me since 8th grade! I have to admit that sometimes I don't think about my actions…so it would be easy for you to mistake me for… someone like that. But I'm not! I guarantee you that I'm not!"
Kurt frowns, burying his brow.
Then low and behold a voice from behind us speaks up. "How about to prove to you that he doesn't have a problem, you two join up for a duet? You killed that last song, and you guys didn't even rehearse!"
Wait… Rachel is actually helping me now…
I look over to Kurt to catch his reaction. "Sure…why not."
"Ok so when we see them I'll just introduce you all to them. And vise versa. Got it? Just stay close because there should be a lot of people here. Alright? Let's go!" Kurt pulled the key out of the ignition and got out of the car. Everyone followed his lead.
Looking around is…amazing. There are people everywhere (And this is the parking lot!) most in fancy clothing. There were a couple of guys in navy blue blazers that had fancy red piping directing incoming traffic.
We approached the giant gateway that I am guessing leads to the main courtyard. As I guessed the courtyard is packed too. But around in a semicircle was a bunch of stands. Each stand had a sign on the front that was supporting a group. As in "Drama Club", "Ecology Club", and "Chess Club" (snore!).
I felt Rachel's arm loop through mine and she pulled me through the crowd. I looked forward and saw she was connected to Peter (by holding his hand) who's arm was looped through Mercedes who had a good grip on Kurt's wrist. I tried to see where he was taking us all but couldn't see anything (Peter was blocking my view).
Soon we came to a stop in front of one of those stands. Only this stand's sign said 'Warblers' and was decorated with a yellow bird on the sign. I came around our train of people and stopped at Kurt's aside, with Rachel following me.
Kurt was looking past the empty Warblers stand, trying to find someone is my guess. Who he was looking for? I don't know. At least not until-
"ALICE!" My head shot to the side in time to see two very tall, blond boys in blazers come running forward. Toward us. As they came closer I could see that they were twins. And I mean not a hair on their head isn't similar. It was kind of creepy.
When they finally reached us they took no time in taking Kurt in a giant hug. "Oh Alice we missed you so much!" they both said together, and then one of them said, "You haven't been to visit us in FOREVER!"
"Let me breath!" Kurt gasped from between the twins. They quickly let him go but stayed very close (A little too close for my taste) on either side of him. "Ok let me introduce you guys."
Kurt turned to us and smiled. "Ok guys this is Evan and Ethan Brightman. But they prefer to be called the-"
"Tweedles." They finished for him.
"Yes. The Tweedles." He gestured towards us and counted off, "And this is Rachel, and Blaine, the famous cousin Peter has."
"Oh we know them. You're Blachel!" The Tweedles said. Oh God they used the name. That cannot be good.
Rachel cleared her throat from next to me, "Actually 'Blachel' doesn't exist. We are simply duet partners and friends. Just friends. Nothing more." Acid words. Geesh Rachel no need to be harsh!
Both twins raised their eyebrows simultaneously. "Whatever you say."
Kurt continued the introductions, "And this is Peter and Mercedes." He gestured to them and they both smiled.
Evan and Ethan looked at each other and then at Kurt, "You brought us two talking flowers? ...We love you!" They engulfed Kurt in another hug. I swear he disappeared from between them this time.
I looked over to Rachel, and she was looking at me. 'Talking flowers?' she mouthed. I just shrugged and looked back to the Kurt sandwich in front of us.
Once again they let go of him, but stayed within arms way. Kurt cleared his throat and said, "Do you guys know where Reed is?"
"The Dormouse?" Evan (or Ethan) asked. Then Ethan (or Evan) said, "He is in the Art Hall doing the final touches on his exhibit."
Kurt nodded then looked back to all of us, "You guys wanna find my friend Reed with me?"
"What else would we do?" Peter asked.
Both twins smiled identical Cheshire cat grins, "Well-"
"You're right Peter, let's go!" Kurt took off before the twins could pitch their idea. Rachel and I followed quickly, with Mercedes and Peter in tow. Glancing back I saw the "Tweedles" were following too.
Sooner or later we came to a big building with a gigantic sign that read, "Art Hall" Kurt stopped out in front and turned to the Tweedles. "Would you like to lead or shall I just guess where he is?"
The twins ran forward, stood on either side of him and put long arms over his shoulder, "Oh Alice, we have so missed your bossiness." I felt a great pang in my chest as Kurt let them hold him like that while we all walked inside and up some flights of stairs.
As we walked up the stairs Rachel let go of my arm and fell behind, instep with Mercedes. "Oh that's so cute!" Rachel whispered to Mercedes, "Which one do you think he's going for?" she asked. Another sharp pang.
"I don't know. But from what Kurt has told me about Evan and Ethan, which is very little I might add, is they like to share…everything." Mercedes smiled as Peter came instep with me; obviously he was listening to them too.
"Wait, did he tell you if they…um….are on his team or not?" Rachel asked awkwardly.
Mercedes shook her head. Rachel sighed, "Well if they turn out not too I call one! They are so cute!"
Rachel nodded and smiled.
From next to me Peter sighed, "I will never understand the logic of women."
Soon we emergered on a floor that was very fancy looking. Everything was polished wood. We followed the twins and came into a room that had every single wall filled to the brim in paintings. They were all amazing, some were of fruits, skylines and some were of people.
In the corner of the room was a little boy who was adjusting a painting. He had a mass of curly, strawberry blonde hair that was being held back by a polka-dot bandana, and he was wearing a white dress shirt, under an apron. I saw one of those navy and red blazers on the coat rack in the corner.
"Now I know Reed Van Kamp is not wearing a polka-dot bandana, because if he is I just might have to slap him." Kurt's voice rang through the room, from where he stood in between the twins.
Quickly the boy whipped around to us and ripped the bandana from his head, causing his curly hair to fall in front of his eyes. "KURT!" He squeaked and ran forward. I don't know how but he seemed to trip half way across the room, and if it wasn't for Kurt running to catch him he would have fallen face first.
"It's good to see you too Reed!" Kurt said, pulling him to his feet. Reed then engulfed him in a hug.
Mercedes, from beside Rachel, whispered, "Kurt explained he was kind of a klutz."
"Aw Kurt! I haven't seen you in forever! So introduce me to people!" Reed said excitedly as he and Kurt stopped hugging.
Kurt looked to all of us and said, "Well, Reed, this is Peter and Mercedes, my friends from McKinley, and this is-"
"Omigosh! Blaine Anderson and Rachel Berry!" Reed smiled at Rachel and me. "I bought your last CD; your rendition of 'Don't You Want Me Baby' was amazing!"
Kurt elbowed him sharply in the rib cage, causing him to flinch and squeak. "I'm sorry" he grumbled, "I just really love you guys."
I saw one of the twins roll his eyes, and then look down at his watch. "Whoa guys!" He looked to his twin, "Look at the time!" His twin looked down at an identical watch on his wrist and eyes went wide, "We gotta go! We need to get to the Warblers and warm up! We're going on soon!"
"But-" Reed tried to say but two sets of arms reached out, grabbed him and pulled him away. "See you all later!" One of the twin's long arm reached out and grabbed Reed's blazer before they disappeared down the stairwell they just came up.
We all looked to Kurt, who was smiling goofily. "Ok so I think the Warblers will be going on soon"
Mercedes rolled her eyes, "No duh!" Kurt just smiled some more.
"So let's get going so we can get some good seats. I heard Reed got a solo so I don't want to miss anything." Kurt led them back down the stairwell.
While walking Rachel came next to me and whispered. "Sembra che tu abbia una certa concorrenza." "Looks like you've got some competition."
Well comparing me to everything, if this is a competition, I'm losing.