The first two rehearsal sessions consist mainly of meeting the other cast members and getting fitted for costumes. The other people are all lovely (and some very eccentric) and Kurt can't wait to spend more time with them. They run through some songs to test how their voices work together without the choreography. Kurt is so excited to see it all come together; it's hard work but so, soworth it.
Outside of the theatre, school continues the same but the messages of 'Courage' Blaine leaves in Kurt's ask box every weekday morning takes the edge off.
warblerbda posted:
I have a dance assessment coming up in a few days so I won't be online much, sorry guys. I'll probably have a queue running and I'll pop on to answer messages, but otherwise, good bye!
Kurt can't deny he's sad and automatically replies.
You're leaving me?
warblerbda asked you:
Never. You know, it's quite funny how we've interacted using lots of different forms of communication yet I still don't have your cell number...
Kurt catches his bottom lip between his teeth and decides on a flirty reply, Is that your way of asking me for my number, Blaine?
warblerbda asked you:
Of course, so... is that a yes?
Kurt decides that he's teased enough and sends Blaine his number, it feels like only seconds later when he receives a text. His phone buzzes and he picks it up noticing a text from an unknown number and others from Brittany, Mercedes, and Finn. He saves Blaine's number and checks his first.
from Blaine:
Guess who?
to Blaine:
Hi Blaine(!). So I guess we've used every form of communication now?
Kurt thinks he can hear someone shouting his name so he gets off his bed and walks to his door. "Kurt!" he hears again, and he realizes that it's coming from Finn's room. Reluctantly, he slips his feet into his slippers and knocks on Finn's door. "Kurt?"
Taking his name as an invitation to enter the room, he opens the door. "Yes, Finn?"
Finn pauses the game he's playing (Halo or something, Kurt isn't sure, it sounds aggressive with lots of shooting) and looks at Kurt from where he's lying cocooned in his bed. "Kurt," Finn says happily, unaware of Kurt's growing impatience.
"Why are you shouting me?" Kurt asks and he ignores his phone as it vibrates in his hand. Must be Blaine, he thinks.
"I just wanted to know if you got my text."
"Yeah," he says, remembering a text from Finn he has yet to check. "I haven't opened it yet though, one second." Finn gives him a grin and resumes playing his game. "Could you at least turn it down a little?" Kurt mumbles as he dismisses his latest text - which was from Blaine, and finds Finn's.
from Finn:
Warm milk tonight?
Kurt is torn between rolling his eyes, smiling, and throwing his phone at his step-brother.
"Seriously?" he demands, but it's not as harsh at it could be. Really, he's touched that Finn would want to spend time with him, their relationship has changed a lot over the past year. "You text me from the next room and then shout me to come and see you because I don't reply right away? You could have just came to my room to ask me!"
Finn pauses the game again half way through Kurt's rant and he at least has the decency to look ashamed. "Sorry, Kurt," he says sheepishly.
Kurt does roll his eyes this time.
"Whatever. It's only eight pm so it's a bit early. I'll see you around ten, you lazy lug," Kurt says, more affectionately than anything, and he walks out of Finn's room closing the door behind him.
When he's settled back onto his bed with his laptop in front of him, he looks at his latest text from Blaine.
from Blaine:
Pretty much. Actually, we still haven't called each other.
to Blaine:
Ah, yes of course. Good luck with your dance thing, by the way!
Waiting for Blaine to reply, he remembers the other two texts that he has from Mercedes and Brittany that he had to check.
from Mercedes
Hey boo! Are you up for a sleepover tomorrow night? At my house with Rachel? It seems like forever since we've hung out! xxx
Although Kurt has rehearsals midday on Saturday, it had been a while since he's had a sleepover with his girls...
to Mercedes:
I would love to, let me ask my dad. I'll have to leave early the next morning though, I have rehearsals the next day xxx
Finally, he reads the one from Brittany.
from Brittany:
Lord Tubbington helped me make a poster for your canpain! xxxxxxxxxx
He has to read it a few times for it to make sense, and when it does he feels awful. With everything going on he had completely forgotten about running for student president and making Brittany his campaign manager.
to Brittany:
Thank you so much, Britt! Can I come around after school on Monday to see them? We can plan more things? xxx
He has just under two weeks before he has to make his speech and people vote, he has a lot of planning to do.
At ten o'clock, Kurt pours the warmed milk from the pan that he had been heating it into two glasses. He had spent the last two hours planning out his presidential speech and texting Blaine. He adds some sugar to Finn's milk and picks up the glasses, ready to take them to his step-brother's room.
"Hey bud, going to bed?"
Kurt turns around to see his dad walk out of the living room behind him.
"Just bringing Finn his warm milk then to bed." Kurt to pauses to yawn. "You?"
"I'm really proud of you two, you know Kurt," Burt says and Kurt swallows past the lump he can feel forming in his throat.
"Thanks dad," he says with a watery smile.
"Hey, none of that, come here." Burt holds his arms open and Kurt places the glasses down on the table beside him before hugging his dad.
"Can I sleep over at Mercedes tomorrow?" Kurt asks after they've separated.
"Don't you have that Tony thing on Saturday?"
Kurt laughs at his dad's nickname for West Side Story. "Yeah, but I'll leave in time to get there."
"Sure then, after dinner."
"But dad -"
"After dinner Kurt. Now get to bed."
Kurt smiles, not the least bit upset, grabs the glasses and makes his way upstairs. There's no way he would miss Friday night dinner (especially after what happened when he tried to get out of it last time). "I love you, dad."
"Love you too, kiddo."
"So, what's up?" Kurt asks as he hands Finn his milk; he hopes it's the right one, he got a little confused as to which is which after he placed them down, he doesn't like his milk sweet.
"What do you mean?"
"You always ask for warm milk when something is up, it used to be my way to get you to talk. Look what I've started," Kurt says playfully after a sip of milk - thankfully the right one.
Kurt stays with Finn while he talks and talks about how Rachel has been ignoring him lately - ("All she talks about it nada," he had said. "It's NYADA, Finn," Kurt had corrected.) - and Kurt had nodded his head in the appropriate places and gave the best advice he could.
"I think I'm going to head to bed now," Kurt says, the milk is finished and he can feel his eyes starting to get heavy.
"Alright then. Wait," Finn says as Kurt stands up, "Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"
Kurt raises his eyebrow. "Like what?"
"I don't know, it's just - we always talk about me, are you okay? I mean, you do seem a lot happier these past couple of weeks, you smile more. Even though you're always in your room."
"I am okay, thank you Finn. Good night," he says and it's true, even though school isn't the best and the bullying is still happening, he is happy.
"Loser," Jack, one of his main tormentors shouts to him.
Kurt keeps his head high and continues walking. His phone vibrates in his pocket and once the hall is clear enough for him to check it, he does.
from Blaine:
Courage xxx
He smiles.
"I brought Hairspray, Chicago, and Moulin Rouge," Rachel says, emptying the contents of her bag onto Mercedes' bed. "We'll start with Chicago, I'll be Roxie - of course, Mercedes, you can be Velma and Kurt you're Billy Flynn."
Kurt and Mercedes share a look at Rachel's controlling nature but they both decide that it's probably best not to comment.
Rachel sighs dramatically as Amos tries to convince Billy to take Roxie's case. "I wish I had a man that loved me that much."
"Don't you have Finn?" Kurt raises an eyebrow and brings another piece of popcorn to his mouth.
"He just loves her so much," Rachel says dreamily.
"He deserves a lot better than Roxie," Mercedes adds.
"Both of you have boyfriends."
He feels Mercedes shift next to him and suddenly she's in front of him, blocking his view of the screen. "And what about you?" she asks.
"What about me?" he replies, he can feel his face heating up but he has no idea what she is talking about.
"Do you have your eye on anyone?"
"N-no," he stutters out, not liking how Mercedes is putting him on the spot.
"You seem to be daydreaming a lot lately, Kurt," Rachel sing-songs from where she lays next to him.
He turns to face her. "What are you talking about?"
"And who is it that you've been texting all of today? Hmm? Because every time your phone vibrates, you blush and smile!" Mercedes accuses.
"What? No one! Now, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to be Amos here, this is the song I auditioned for Glee with."
Kurt knows his attempts of changing the subject won't work, but he really doesn't want to be talking about this. Or maybe he does. He hasn't mentioned Blaine to any of his friends and he's itching to tell someone. No that there is anything actually to tell... but he still feels like he might explode if he doesn't say something soon. He had considered Mia, but he doesn't know if he could handle the inevitable "I told you so" that would come along with that conversation.
Rachel leans over and grabs the remote to pause the movie and Kurt rolls his eyes. He's met with both girls sitting in front of him with their eyebrows raised.
"Fine!" He's not proud of how easily he gives in, but he's bursting. "His name is Blaine."
The girls squeal and Kurt bites his lip to prevent from joining in. He's suddenly bombarded with a million questions -
"How did you meet?"
"Are you boyfriends?"
"What does he look like?"
"Mercedes, Rachel, stop!" he says forcefully, essentially making them both shut up. "We're not boyfriends, I just... - I really really like him," he finally admits. "He's gorgeous! We actually met online -"
"What, Kurt, isn't that dangerous?" Mercedes interrupts.
"Not at all, we've talked to each other on Skype - I know he's not some balding middle aged man pretending to be someone else, don't worry. But he lives in New York," he adds with a sigh. "Far away from me."
"Kurt you're going to New York, too," Rachel tries to argue. "It's got to be fate."
"He also goes to NYADA."
"No way! Kurt, you have to let me get in touch with him, or at least find some things out for me -"
"Rachel, calm down. I'm not giving you his number or Skype or anything else so you can harass him. Nothing is going to happen, if I ever do make it to New York, that's months and months away. And he's twenty one, and there's no way he would be interested in me."
"I think you underestimate how fine you are, boy," Mercedes says as she sashays her shoulders.
Kurt laughs a little, he appreciates her making light of the conversation but it doesn't make what he said feel any less true. Blaine is not only stupidly attractive, he's also a really sweet person, and Kurt's sure that it's only a matter of time before he's snapped up by some other older, more attractive, successful boy in New York.
After a while, Rachel resumes the movie and Kurt sings along.
Never even know I'm there.