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AN: Hello again! I've been in the mood to write so I figured I'd get the next chapter written and done with. Thank you all so much for the Reviews, Story alerts and Favorite stories! They mean so much to me and keep me writing! But through this I've discovered...I'm really bad at typing. My brain knows what it wants to say and I know how to spell the words, but my fingers either misspell or write a completely different word! It's like they have a mind of their own! Well, that's enough of my crazy. Please enjoy!
Italics are songs. Italics in "Quotations" are thoughts. Bold and Italics in sentences are for emphasis. You know the drill.
Perfectly polished dress shoes furiously clicked down the hall. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. It was still too early for any of the other students to be up, especially on a Sunday, so Kurt walked without interruption. He didn't know where he was going. Certainly not the cafeteria, his stomach flipped again reminding him how not hungry he was. So he just walked faster, hoping that maybe the faster he went he would eventually leave his emotions behind.
When he finally stopped, he found himself in the Senior Common room. Collapsing on the couch, he buried his face in his hands. Anger and hurt burned at the back of his mind. He had tried so hard...
His head pulled up a little when he heard quiet melody being played. Was that a guitar? Kurt rose, his curiosity getting the best of him. Anything to get him mind of other matters though. He followed the tune down the hall to the old music room that had been closed for renovations. Slowly, so that whoever was in there wouldn't notice him, Kurt stepped into the doorway.
No matter what you say about love,
I keep coming back for more,
Keep my head in the fire,
Sooner or later I get what I'm asking for
No matter what you say about life
I learn every time I bleed
The boy had his back to him, but Kurt could tell he was the one singing and it wasn't the iPhone propped up on the piano. The boy had shoulder length blond hair and he was wearing the Dalton uniform even though on weekends it was casual.
The truth is a stranger
Soul is in danger gotta let my spirit be free
To admit that I'm wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind
The student moved closer to the piano and sat on the bench. His eyes were closed and the emotion coming out of his, Kurt couldn't lie, talented voice was almost breathtaking.
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
Kurt moved to step closer-SQUEAK- The boy's eyes flew open and his hand ripped away from the guitar strings. Kurt smiled sadly.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. Please continue." The blond's eyes were saucers and you could see the embarrassed flush beginning on his cheeks.
"No, really. You're very good, I'd love to hear the rest! Pretend I'm not here." Kurt shot over to the corner of the room where an old chair had been forgotten and sat down.
Silence. A shaky sigh. An encouraging smile. The boy took a deep breath and started again.
Sick of playing all of these games
It's not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver
It hurt enough to think I could stop
Admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind
Sorry but I've gotta be strong and leave you behind
He had blue eyes and the stubble on his face was kind of endearing instead of lazy-looking. Kurt usually didn't like scruffy men.
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Would you practice what you preach
Or would you turn the other cheek, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people really got me questionin'
Where is the love
The love, the love
Where is the love
Kurt noticed every couple minutes the blond would look at him and jerk his away again when Kurt stared back. He had seen this person around before, he was sure...But he couldn't place a name at all.
And no one, no one,
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling for you
Kurt clapped and the other ducked his head.
"That was the first time I've ever done that in front of somebody." The boy spoke up for the first time. "Why not? You really are good. I even say you were up on my level!" Kurt's haughty statement and sassy gesture to himself broken the tension and he laughed.
"I'm Damon, by the way. You're Kurt Hummel, right?"
"Um, Yeah. How'd you know?" Damon laughed, his smile so bright that Kurt almost wanted to cuss him out for being so happy on such an awful day. "It's kind of hard not to. You're the new kid and you're a Warbler. That, like, makes you a hot subject around here."
"Oh..." Kurt's sour mood was coming back since he heard the word 'Warblers'
"Hey, are you okay? You look like someone punched you. I didn't mean to upset you or anything! I swear we don't talk about you behind your back that much! Well, yeah, we kinda do, but it's nothing bad! It's like you're a celebrity, You're Lindsay Lohan! Wait! No, that's bad...It's mostly about your voice or whatever. Crap! I'm ranting, I probably shouldn't have said anything. I-"
"Damon!" Kurt smiled a little "Calm down, I'm not really a celebrity. Even though you kind of know everything about me already like paparazzi..." Kurt didn't think it was possible for Damon to blush anymore than he was now.
"So...Seriously, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing,"
"Yeah right, I've just met you and I already know when you're lying." Kurt rubbed his hands on his face as if he was trying to wipe the whole situation away from his brain. "Exactly...I've just met you. I wouldn't subject you to the soap opera that is my life." He tried to smile, but it ended up as a grimace. "Sounds like you need to talk to someone and Hey, I sang in front of you. That's pretty much the most open thing I've ever done. It's your turn." Damon gently bumped Kurt's shoulder, trying to blatantly pry, but to instead just be there for him.
Kurt sighed in resignation. "There's this guy I like-"
"Blaine Anderson." Incredulous stare. "Is it that obvious?"
"Kind of, you two are really close. Other people probably just see best friends, but I've always had a knack for reading atmospheres."
"Right...I l-like him and I thought he might possibly like me back, but-"
"Then the Gap Attack happened?...Don't glare at me like that. This may be a fancy school, but it's still a high school and word travels fast."
"Yes. So, that happened and...Last night he kissed my friend at a party. My female friend." Damon whistled. "Damn, so what do you think about that?"
"What do I think? It hurt! and all I can think about right now is how much I want to punch his and Rachel's face in! Even though I know they were drunk...but you do what ever you want when you're drunk so he must have wanted too! Maybe, I'm just overreacting though...? All I know is that I'm done with love. It's only ever hurt me."
The quiet was piercing and Kurt thought that maybe he had said too much. He should have known better than to unload all this on a stranger. A probably straight stranger who thought he was gross and-
"I don't think you're overreacting."
Wow. Okay...
"I'd be pissed too, You have a right to be pissed. But it's no reason to be through with love. Love is a many splendid thing! Love lifts us up where we belong!" Kurt giggled a little "Okay, CHRISTIAN."
"Okay, maybe I stole that for Moulin Rouge, but seriously. I think you're just hurt and you're head is foggy. I think what you need to do is let go for a little while. Be careless and have fun! I think you need to...You need to...You need to sing!"
"...What?" Damon jumped up and ran over to his iPod, scrolling through his music a mile a minute. "You need to sing! You're a Warbler! And I've heard about your infamous McKinley days, Hell we've all seen the 4 Minutes and Push It videos, It's how artists deal, right? Through they're music?"
"Wait, you've seen What videos of me!" Damon rushed over to where Kurt was singing to tow him over to the piano, and pointed to the song he had selected. "You know this song right? Good!"
"Damon, I don't know if now is an appropriate time!"
"Trust me. Here goes!" Damon pressed play and an upbeat tune blasted out of the speakers Kurt didn't realized he had hooked up. Kurt groaned, but he couldn't help the small smile that was slowly warming up his face.
You say that I'm messing with your head
All cuz I was making out with your friend
Kurt started to sway to the music and Damon supplied the 'yeah yeahs'
Love hurts whether it's right or wrong (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I can't stop cuz I'm having too much fun (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Kurt grabbed the blond by the hand and pulled him along muttering a "If I'm doing this, you're doing it with me." Damon laughed and knelt before him with a puppy dog look.
You're on your knees, begging please, stay with me
But honestly I just need to be a little crazy
They jump in sync at the beginning of the chorus their voices drowning out Avril's.
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me, if you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
By now people were gathering at the doorway curious and listening. As soon as Damon realized this he stopped jumping. "Don't be a baby. Just have fun, remember?" Kurt's teasing whisper brought him back and they were going nuts again. Some of the other boys had even joined in dancing and singing back up. Kurt ran in between two of them and put his hands on their shoulders.
So what? If I go out on a million dates? (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You never call or listen to me anyway (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
The boys acted disappointed as he walked away to fist pump with a first year.
I'd rather rage than sit around and wait all day (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Don't get me wrong, I just need some time to play (e-yea)
Kurt looked around at all the people who had gathered. Warblers and regular students combined. He spotted Wes and David dancing with Nick, another senior, and winked at them when David flashed him a smile. When he turned to the doorway again, there was Blaine. Dressed and gobsmacked with no idea what was going on. Kurt had to suppress his laugh to sing the next verse.
You're on your knees, begging please, stay with me
But honestly I just need to be a little crazy (crazy!)
A fellow Warbler (What was his name? Logan?) had stooped down to hand him a flower in mock adoration. Where he had found a flower Kurt had no idea, but he took it, pretended to smell it and threw it away.
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
The beat had slowed down and Kurt turned around to walk back to where Damon was disco dancing on the piano. He swung his hips in time with the beat of the drum. Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. Exaggerating each step with a pop of his hip.
La la la la la la la
Whoa whoa whoa
La la la la la la la
Whoa whoa whoa
Damon smiled at him and grabbed his hands to lift them above both of them and did a silly turn like 5 year olds would do during recess.
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed!
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell (what the hell! )
All I want is to mess around
And I, I, I don't really care about (I don't care about!)
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
Kurt laughed at the guys who tried to hoist him and Damon over their heads. One of the jocks, Jacob, picked Kurt up and threw him in the air, catching him bridal style on the way down. Needless to say that part of the song was interrupted by a scream. Jacob chuckled, deep and sort of intimidating and he smiled and set Kurt down gently. Kurt just patted Jacob's arm trying to get his breath back.
If you love me (you know)
If you hate me (you know)
You can't save me
Baby, baby (If you love me)
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la LA
Everyone cheered on the last word. Kurt had almost forgotten how good it felt to hear applause. He looked over at where he had seen Blaine and was rewarded with the sight. Blaine had his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide and unbelieving at the so very 'out there' performance. Kurt smiled sweetly at him. What the Hell indeed. Blaine wasn't used to seeing this side of him. He was used to seeing a broken, weak, innocent teenager.
"Oh, Blaine, I do believe it's time I introduce you to this new person." Kurt thought, his smile turning more devious as Blaine walked over to where Wes and David were laughing and comparing moonwalks.
"His name is Kurt Hummel, Bitch."
I seriously am getting unfortable with all this Blaine bashing...I luff him...But with out conflict there would be no story, I guess lol
I hope that was adequate. I know some people are annoyed by songfics, but seriously...This is a Glee fanfic so what did you expect? I'm definitely going to do a Blaine perspective soon, maybe next time. His voice needs to be heard too.
Also, Thumbs up if you caught the "Dalton" by CP Coulter reference in there. That fic is A-MAY-ZING and I wish to someday be as great as CP *bows down to her*
The songs are Tattoo/No one/Where Is The Love by Boyce Avenue and What The Hell by Avril Lavigne. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed it! Please review and Jacob will give you all piggy back rides