Things Can Only Get Better Chapter 3, a glee fanfic

Things Can Only Get Better

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine cause if it was there would be klainebows shooting through the air 24/7

My hands are cold my body's numb

I'm still in shock what have you done

My head is poundin, my vision's blur

The funny thing about life is that even when it feels like your world is crashing down; everything else still remains the same. The world keeps revolving, despite your troubles. While this is true, I couldn't help but feel that the world owed me a moment of silence. After all the shit that it's put me through, I deserve a break. But when I stepped through the doorway of my home after the funeral, another wave of grief surged through me.

I stood, with my eyes closed, breathing deeply, trying to get myself under control. I opened my eyes once again and let my gaze shift from object to object in the spacious living room. Remembering all the little things, all the small memories that threatened to consume me. To the times I made Dad sit through a marathon of Project Runway, to the heartfelt talks about our day. Even the memories of Mom singing and waltzing through the living room with the radio turned on softly. Every little thing that made this house a home ran through my mind and I couldn't help but let a few tears run down my face.

My gaze shifted to the clock that sat on the television, the green numbers were the only thing illuminating the darkened house. It left an eerie shadow on everything in the room, which left my stomach uneasy. With resignation, I realized that in less than 24 hours I was going to be in a different school, a different place, a different world...

And it hurts so bad that I search my skin
for the entry point, where love went in
And ricocheted and bounced around
And left a hole when you walked out yeah

Sighing I stood up and ignored the slight wobbling in my legs and made my way into my bedroom. I reached the bottom of my stairs and flipped on the light switch, the fashionable grey on white decorated room did little to ease my heartache. If anything else it made me think of the paleness of the hospital room… I trudged to my closet and took out the two Vercotti suit cases that I just had to have but never used. My mind became a blackened slate as I began pulling out my clothes and folding each piece carefully. This was the last time I'd be in my room, in my basement, in my home. I choked back a sob; it seemed I had been doing nothing but cry lately.

Once I calmed down I looked through my closet and picked only my favorites, there was no real point in taking everything seeing as it would all be going to storage. None the less it filled one of the suitcases entirely, and I double checked to make sure I had everything before zipping the bag carefully. With the smaller of the two suitcases I put my laptop, as well as my IPod and its dock, and began shifting through my movie and book collection before deciding to just bring it all. If I was going to be stuck in some god forsaken school the least I could do to make myself feel better was watch some Disney movies or read one of my favorite novels.

I looked over to my Vanity and realized I had not done my skin care routine in almost a week, and rushed over and began the 1 hour regime. The routine felt good, almost as if everything was beginning to go back to normal.

Once I was finished packing my skin care products in the carryon bag that I bought specifically for it, I walked around trying to soak up every detail. Gently gliding my fingers along the off white walls, I returned to my bed and pulled off the silver comforter and folded it. I pulled off my sheets and pillows then placed them on my suitcases. I grabbed as much as I could carry and trudged back upstairs, laying them near the couch, before going to grab the rest of it.

After two more trips I was absolutely exhausted in both body and mind, and ungracefully collapsed on the couch. My gaze strayed once again to the green analog numbers, it took a few moments but my eyes finally focused enough so I could read the time, 10:29 p.m. It had been 4 hours since I buried my father, and in no more than 11 hours I would be gone from this asinine town for good. Eleven hours... I stood up and ignored the sharp twinges in my legs as I walked down the hallway to my Dads room. I clasped the handle and turned the knob slowly, and flickering the light on, before walking carefully inside.

Marks a battle still feel raw
A million pieces of me on the floor
I'm damaged goods for all to see
Now who would ever want to be with me
I've got all the baggage drink the pills
Yeah this is living but without the will
I'm Blacken out I'm shutting down

I breathed in deeply and felt my body become less tense as the scent of my father washed through me. I once again felt the familiar pinpricks of tears, but chose to ignore them, I was tired of crying. Instead I looked under Dads bed and pulled out one of his old duffle bags. I placed it haphazardly on his bed and began to throw things in it. I threw his drawers open and began to pull out his oversized T-shirts and sleep pants and tossed them in the bag without much thought. After mom died, I used to have terrible nightmares that would not go away until my Dad came and held me until I fell asleep. At least if I'm wearing his clothes, it will be kind of like he was holding me...

After stuffing the clothes in the duffel, my eyes caught the sight of a picture frame. I reached out, and looked at it tearfully. It was taken on the day Dad had given me my Navigator, he was looking at me fondly as I hugged him around the waist. I clutched the picture to my chest and choked down another sob. I carefully placed it on top of the mound of clothes and turned back to my father's nightstand. Next to the lamp was a picture of him and mom on their wedding day, I grabbed that one as well and placed it in with the other picture frame. Lastly, I walked over to the small television that was resting on the now somewhat empty dresser. On top of that was a picture of the three of us as a family. The day we went to see the Nutcracker, the night before Christmas Eve. The last Christmas we ever had as a family. I gently put it with the other two frames and zipped the duffel and placed the strap over my shoulder.

Mechanically I walked back into the living room and placed the duffel with the rest of my things. The morning would come too soon and I needed to try and get some sleep, so I changed into a pair of Dads flannel pajamas and lay down on the couch. Trying to keep the memories at bay I pulled my comforter and wrapped it around myself tightly and slowly was swept into a dream by the comforting scent of my father's clothes.

...Glee...

he next morning I woke up slowly and pulled myself out of my comfort cocoon. I glanced at the analog clock and sighed sadly when I realized I only had twenty minutes to get ready. I quickly shed the pajamas and placed them back into the duffel, making sure they were on top of the pictures for extra protection.

The last few minutes before I was supposed to be picked up I spent looking around the house trying to commit every little thing to memory. There was a sharp knock on the front door and with a deep breath I went to answer it.

I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room
Can anybody help me with these exit wounds
I don't know how much more love, this heart can lose
And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds
Wounds ... where their leaving, the scars you're keeping
Exit wounds ... where their leaving, the scars you're keepin

"Mr. Hummel, I am here to take you to Dalton Academy." drawled the man. He was at least 6'3, with a dark skin tone. He wore an onyx colored suit with a silver tie and matching black sunglasses. All topped off with one of those cliché chauffeur hats. He raised an eyebrow and I realized I had been staring.

"Would you mind helping me with my bags?" I asked blushing slightly at my own stupidity. He nodded curtly and followed me inside to start loading my things. The car that was going to take me to Dalton was a sleek black Escalade. The sharpness reminding me of my own car I looked to the driveway and noticed it was gone.

Following my gaze, the driver commented, "We had some of the help drive it to Dalton for you." I nodded slightly, he opened the door and gestured me to get in. I got in slowly and as we drove away I watched the house I loved and grew up in fade into the distance. My chest hurt again and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I placed my head against the cool glass window and took a few calming breaths. Knowing that the drive was going to be a long one, I closed my eyes. Still hoping that this was still a dream.

...Glee...

A few hours passed before we pulled into the dark iron gates of the school. I lifted my head and had to stifle a gasp in sheer awe at the size of Dalton. It looked like something out of Harry Potter but bigger. The courtyard was full of boys in navy blue blazers with red trimmings, with plain khaki pants. As we passed they all stared at the Escalade curiously. We pulled to what I assumed to be the main office of the school. The driver hopped out of the car and quickly made his way to my door and held it open.

"Thank you." I said softly. He looked up in what seemed to be surprise before his mask of professionalism slid back on.

"Your quite welcome Mr. Hummel" he began to pull out a key and a few pieces of paper before handing them to me."I will take your things to your dorm while you go check in with the main office." I nodded to him politely and began walking to the building he pointed out.

I pushed the glass doors open slowly and walked in, there was a blonde woman with a relaxed face sitting behind a grand oak desk. She was typing steadily on a computer humming softly; I looked around and noticed the floors were made of mahogany. There was a navy blue rug that held two couches and a recliner, facing them was a fireplace. I looked up and saw that the ceiling rose up to a point and that all the doorways were arches. This place was absolutely beautiful. Gathering my wits I calmly walked up to the blond and cleared my throat.

"Excuse me Miss?" I asked hesitantly. What has happened to me? I use to be the most confident guy in the world and now I am shy? What happened to the real Kurt Hummel? His father died and his world was turned upside down...

"Hello, you must be Kurt Hummel! I'm Mrs. Marsha." She said with a smile.

I nodded, "Yes ma'am, I'm here to pick up my schedule." She immediately began shifting through a stack of papers before pulling out a small rectangular timetable.

"We kept you in the same classes as your other school, be sure to ask if you have any questions. I trust that you know where your dorm is located?" I nodded even though I had no clue. "Very good, since it is midday you may start your classes tomorrow the canteen is where all your meals will be provided. I hope you like it here Kurt." She gave me a gentle smile as I began to make my way back toward the Escalade.

…Glee….

It took me a good two hours to unpack all of my belongings and get them in the right places. The dorm room was a single and the decorating was fairly tasteful but it yet to feel like home as of yet. There was a twin bed pushed into the corner now covered in my silver comforter and a nice little nightstand on the side that now held my IPod and its dock. Pushed up against the opposite wall was a sleek wooden desk that now held my laptop, books, movies and picture frames. Next to that there was a doorway that led to a bathroom that was now covered in my products. Finally, beside the window was a closet that was the new home of my wardrobe including the school uniform that was given to me by the secretary on my way out of the main office.

Marks a battle still feel raw
A million pieces of me on the floor

I sat down on the bed and took a deep breath, there was no going back now. This was it, I was actually a Dalton student. Tomorrow would be my first day and hopefully everything would go smoothly. The world did owe me one after all. Even though it was still early I decided to hit the hay, I haven't slept fully in over a week after all. I quickly slipped into Dads PJs and slid under my blanket. I closed my eyes and the last thought I had before drifting off was 'Please make tomorrow be okay'

…Glee…

Surprisingly enough things had gone well throughout the entire day. All my classes were ahead of the curriculum but due to the fact I liked reading ahead, I was going to do fine. None of the guys at Dalton seemed to bully each other. Like at all, it was weird to say the least. Even the teachers were respectful. It was a very different experience compared to McKinley. The classes were all relaxed yet everyone was paying attention and engaged. I feared from the lack of normalcy I just may go into culture shock. Yet even though I had not made a single friend I had a feeling that I was going to like it here even if it was my Grandparents way to get rid of me. It actually solved my bullying problems.

Although like the old saying "All good things must come to an end" it ended at my final class of the day.

French had always been my favorite class mostly due to the fact it made me feel closer to my mom. Even at McKinley it was fun because I could make fun of that Neanderthal Azimio without him figuring it out. But when I stepped into the dead silent room at Dalton I couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable. I looked around the class and immediately noticed three boys were looking at me wide eyed. The boy on the right edge was Asian he had black eyes that held a mischievous glint but an underlying cautiousness. The boy on the left had caramel colored skin and deep brown eyes that also held a mischievous glint but also a protective one. The oddest by far was the boy in the middle had black curly hair that was gelled into a helmet like stance and he had warm hazel eyes. His mouth was hanging open gaping at me like a fish, I blushed uncomfortably and looked toward the front of the room; but not before seeing the caramel colored boy elbow helmet hair whose mouth snapped shut.

"Ah bienvenue Kurt Hummel, êtes-vous tout bon en français ou êtes-vous aussi incapable que le reste du lot?" Ah welcome Kurt Hummel, are you any good at French or are you as incapable as the rest of the lot? A tall gray haired man stood who stood up at the front of the class barked at me. His face was stern and the wild look in his eyes reminded me of coach Sylvester.

I gave him a cool look and replied, "Oui monsieur, je crois que je Suis adéquats "Yes sir, I believe I am adequate. His cold eyes suddenly lit up with glee and he began shooting off questions asking me where I'm from and where I learned the language so well. It was nice to talk about trivial things it took my mind off the horrible week I had had. If I had been more vigilant I would have been aware of helmet hair giving me a look of pure adoration and the rest of the boys looking at me with awe.

…Glee…

When I got back to my dorm that evening, I couldn't stop myself from collapsing on my bed and bawling. It didn't matter that I was at some fancy school where nobody was bullied and the staff was wonderful. I was alone in the world and nothing here could ever change that. My friends weren't really my friends, no parents, my grandparents hate me. It was a hopeless situation that was seemingly unfixable. Things seemed as if they would never get any better.

Yeah…Updating took an asshat amount of time longer then I would have liked but things came up like exams, end of school, glee live and oh yeah GLEE LIVE! SO this is the chapter nothing really special happened except for a few melt downs and the lovely appearance of Blaine and Wevid. No worries they will actually interact next chapter till then dear readers! Reviews make my day month and week!

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