Here's some kawaii-cake for you. Eat up, kids.
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Finn's alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. It shrilled twice until Finn slammed it off. He wasn't asleep. He hadn't slept at all, he stayed awake all night wondering what this day would bring. Staring at his clock vacantly as the red numbers continuously changed, seconds passing through minutes, minutes passing through hours. It put life in perspective for Finn. Every time he slept, six to twelve hours passed. Those six to twelve hours were his life. Those six to twelve hours were a fourth to a half of his day. Was he spending half his life doing nothing but sleeping?
Finn thought about this as he pulled on a pair of Nike socks, and then shook his head. He usually didn't think this much in a week. And here, he had done it in fifteen minutes.
This had been happening more. Freshman year, he wouldn't think, he'd just act. Like any usual teenage boy. He wouldn't watch a movie if it was confusing- he remembered when his mom tried to sit him through A Beautiful Mind and he didn't make it past twenty minutes. But nowadays, he would think, no, not just think, he would try to figure things out.
Maybe it had started when he reluctantly joined Glee. Maybe it was when Quinn became pregnant. Maybe when he started liking Rachel. Maybe it was when Burt and his mom had got together. Or maybe it was just Kurt. All valid possibilities.
He left his house, mumbling Beastie Boys lyrics, and jangling his keys. When he sat in the driver's seat of his car, he had no idea where the half hour between his pillow and his steering wheel had gone. Probably a side effect of this thinking-stuff.
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The school day crawled by for Kurt. Even with him watching the Sound of Music on his iPhone for half of it. He wasn't sure what to expect in Glee Club today, but he wished that the final bell would ring already so he could run to the choir room. His anticipation mirrored the anxiety that Lost had left him with.
When that bell did finally ring, he was already out the door of his class room. He even beat Rachel to the choir room, which was astonishing. He fixed his collar over his jacket and crossed his legs daintily. He knew that Sue was going to be angry that he wasn't wearing his red-and-white Cheerios uniform, but he had already told her plainly that he couldn't be wearing the same outfit every day. Nobody could expect that from him, even if it did increase his popularity by a few points.
Eventually, the rest of the Glee Club filtered in. Mercedes sat on his right, as she usually did, and when Brittany came in to sit on the other side, he explained to her that he was saving that seat for someone. And saving it he was, indeed.
A minute after the clock hit 3:15 (the usual starting time), Finn wasn't there. Two minutes afterwards he wasn't there. It was around the three-minute mark Kurt started to panic. But when the strapping Finn Hudson did walk in the door at 3:19 and apologized to Mr. Schuester for being a bit late, Kurt let out a small sigh of relief. Mr. Schuester continued with what he was talking about and Finn stood at the front of the room, scanning the seats over. Kurt cleared his throat, signaling Finn to where he was, and Finn stared at him.
For a moment, Finn wasn't sure what to do. There was a perfectly welcome seat next to Mike Chang that he knew would spare him the mockery. The paintball attacks. The slander. The hate.
But Finn didn't care. Not in the slightest. He stepped up, past Mike Chang, past Rachel Berry, and sat next to Kurt. He sat next to Kurt, who smiled at him warmly, with his button nose and rosed cheeks, and those sea-green eyes. Finn sat next to Kurt, brushed him on the face with the back of his hand and smirked bashfully. Kurt hummed as Finn's lips lightly touched his inner tear duct in greeting.
It was light, it was small, and it was simple. Schuester stumbled over his lecture slightly, before continuing. Mercedes raised her eyebrows slightly and mouthed the words, "Damn, white boy." Puck shrank back in his seat and looked away. Rachel's eye tweaked as she pretended not to notice. Quinn didn't stop her mouth from slightly opening in surprise. Santana and Brittany shared looks of confusion. Everyone reacted in their own little way, but Finn and Kurt did not react at all. They just sat in the maroon school seats, side by side, in their own world of bliss.
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Baaaaawwwwwwww. Oh dear, it's 10:15 and I haven't done my history homework. Time to get on that. But before I go, I'd like to pay homage to our recently deceased Ronnie James Dio. May he rock for all eternity in metal-heaven with Jimi and Janis.
Also, a happy birthday to the Godfather of Punk, Pete Townshend. Quite a lot of things have occurred on this day in history, but none nearly as important as your birth in 1945. Love forever.
Also, yesterday's episode was magnificent. Joss Whedon was awesome. NPH was awesome. Artie singing Safety Dance in a Flash mob was awesome. This show just gets better and better.
It's not mine though. But someday it will be. Someday.