Here we are everyone with chapter two! Thanks so much for the great response I got for the first chapter – I really hope you liked it. So, I'm headed into a super busy time at school at the moment, so the next few weeks are gonna be kinda crazy, so I don't know when I'll be able to update next.
Anyway, here you go :)
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"...what do you think, Kurt?"
At the sound of his name, Kurt refocused his attention on the dinner table conversation. "Pardon?"
"There's this hiking trail we were maybe gonna have a look at tomorrow. How about it?" Finn repeated, his mouth full of mashed potato.
His dad must have sensed his hesitation, because before he had a chance to speak, Burt interjected, "before you say no, remember how much you loved going on hikes when you were a kid? You wouldn't shut up the whole way there, and the whole way back, until you fell asleep on the ride home, that is."
As much as Kurt wanted to stick to his plan of hanging around the park all day with the hope of possibly running into – not intentionally, of course – a particular attractive boy whose name he'd forgotten to ask, Kurt replied, "yeah, I guess."
"Great! Isn't it nice to do things as a family?" Carole smiled, grasping Burt's hand in her own. "So, what did you boys get up to today?"
Ran into a ridiculously handsome boy, Kurt thought to himself. Flirted with said handsome boy. Had my first kiss; which was just as amazing as I'd always envisioned it. Then spent my whole afternoon pining after him, constantly pinching myself to check that I wasn't asleep back in my bed in Lima.
"Did you know that there's a rope swing next to the river?" Finn said excitedly. "Remember, Mum, when we used to stay at that place when I was a kid and it has a rope swing, but they ended up taking it down 'cause some kid hit their head or something? It's just like that! I'm so gonna go down there tomorrow after our walk."
"How about you, Kurt? Get up to anything fun?" Carole asked.
"Oh, um," no, Kurt told himself, don't tell them, don't tell them. "Nothing much. I mostly just walked around having a look at the place. Could I be excused? Mercedes and Sam had an argument today and I promised I'd give her a call tonight; she's a bit worked up about it."
"Yeah, that's fine, kid. Just put your plate in the sink," Burt smiled, pleasantly surprised at Kurt's happy mood; having expected their first dinner to consist of Kurt grumbling about how unsanitary the place was.
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"Hey there," Kurt said into his phone as Mercedes answered.
"Oh, boy, why'd you have to go away on the one day I needed you?"
"I'm sorry. How are you doing?"
"Ugh, I'm a mess – it's so embarrassing! I mean, it wasn't that bad a fight, I don't know why I can't stop crying. It's stupid, I'm just overreacting," Mercedes said, trying to put on a brave front, though the bubble in her throat gave her away.
"Oh, you're not overreacting. This is the first big fight you guys have had, you're not wrong to be a little shaken up," Kurt comforted.
"I guess... oh, why are you so good at all of this relationship stuff? I mean, you've never even been in a relationship, but you still give the best advice out of every one of my friends!"
"Who knows, Mercedes; I'm fabulous," Kurt replied, laying down on his bed, unable to stop the grin appearing on his face as he said, "although, that may be about to change."
"Yeah, yeah... wait, what? Kurt Hummel, you tell me what you meant by that right now!" she demanded, the sorrow in her voice gone almost instantly.
"It's not really that important..."
"Kurt..."
"Okay. So this really attractive boy might have kissed me today," Kurt said, unable to contain the sheer joy he was feeling; he was surprised no one had questioned him about his happy mood at dinner.
"Oh my gosh, Kurt! Where?"
"Oh, you know, just on the lips."
And after that came a lot of squealing and demanding of details, and the intended reason for their call was completely forgotten.
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"Hey, Kurt. Remember last term in glee club when Mr Shue wanted us to sing that song, the really old one from that musical, and no one wanted to, so none of us showed up to practice the next day?" Finn asked, turning his head to look at Kurt, who was walking along the trail behind him.
"Could you be a little more specific? There's a lot of old songs from musicals..."
"I don't remember the song. I just remembered skipping glee – that was a really fun day, don't you think?"
"Yeah, it was," Kurt said distractedly, agreeing with his step-brother even though he didn't actually know what he was talking about.
Kurt had been distracted all day. They'd left at about eleven o'clock that morning, but the whole morning before that he'd been on red alert; whipping his head around whenever he heard someone walk past their cabin, hoping it was him. It never was.
Perhaps if he'd been paying more attention to where he was going and had actually listening to what Finn had been saying when he warned him about a muddy slope coming around the next corner, what happened next could have possibly been avoided.
As Kurt rounded the next corner, which was beginning to go down hill again, he lost his footing on a branch stuck in the thick layer of mud coating their path. Before he could do anything to stop it, Kurt had fallen and begun sliding down the slope, bringing Finn down with him.
"Kurt!" Finn exclaimed as he untangled himself from the muddy mess that was him and Kurt.
"Me? How was that my fault?" Kurt exclaimed, trying to avoid looking down at his clothes after seeing the state of Finn's.
"How is it not? You're the one who fell and pulled me down with you," Finn protested, picking a clump of mud off of his basketball shorts and wiping it on a tree nearby. "Oh man, look at my clothes!"
"Your clothes? Your clothes?"
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"I still don't understand why you get to use our shower and I have to use the public ones?" Kurt complained on the other side of the locked bathroom door; the bathroom which Finn was currently occupying.
After a moment, the door opened slightly and Finn poked his head out, a smirk plastered on his face, "well, firstly, you're the one who pulled us down into the mud, so there's that. And secondly, you don't have to use the public ones... you could just use this one after me, but I think I might be awhile, you know, gotta wash my hair, shave..."
"Argh, I hate you, Finn Hudson!"
By the time, Kurt got to the public shower stalls, the sun was almost down and the mud was solidly dried to his clothes. Turning on his shower and allowing the water to heat up, Kurt removed his clothes, not even bothering to fold them as he would normally do; the mud has probably ruined them anyway.
Stepping under the stream of steaming hot water, Kurt scrubbed the dried clumps of mud from his skin; his gratefulness of a shower never having been so strong. Just as Kurt was rinsing out his shampoo, he heard it. A voice. Singing.
You make me, feel like I'm living a, teenage dream...
Kurt stood there silently, listening to the boy sing. He was so intrigued by the voice that it took him a good minute before he realised that his water was now running cold. Shutting off the faucet, Kurt heard one of the taps out in the bathroom turn on, and then off again a moment later. The singing had stopped, but no one else had come in, so it had to be the boy who was singing...
Unable to resist, Kurt moved to the door of his shower cubicle and peaked through the gap between the door and the rest of the cubicle. And boy, was he unprepared for the sight he saw.
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There we go! Hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next chapter. And review review review!
Em xoxo