A/N: This one is particularly short. But the next one will be really long! I swear!
The Music
Kurt awoke to music the next morning. A beautiful, melodic tune that sounded so familiar Kurt would be able to recognize it if he really wanted to. Kurt thought this quite ironic.
He put on a sweatshirt and shoes before he quickly ran outside to see if he could hear the wonderful sound better. He went to the back porch and soon noticed the sound was a guitar, and Blaine was the one playing. The sound was echoing further behind the patch of trees right between his house and the Anderson's. There was only one place it could have been coming from.
Then Kurt heard the voice, immediately knowing the song coming from Blaine's lips.
You think I'm pretty
without any makeup on…
You think I'm funny…
Kurt felt hypnotized by the masculine, yet soft voice. Kurt would never have guessed a person like Blaine could sound so wonderful.
Person, Kurt realized. Still a person.
Kurt was so enticed by the perfect playing he hadn't noticed until now it was still dark out. He went to the kitchen to look at the time on the stove to discover it was just about five in the morning. Kurt had an hour.
He went outside to continue listening.
Don't ever look back
Don't ever look back…
As Kurt continued to give an audience, he noticed as the next song, and the next song after that was played, Blaine's voice started to sound a bit strained. And wet. Kurt didn't know how to turn away from the heartbreaking voice until Blaine's breath finally hitched and stopped.
Blaine was crying. Kurt just knew he was crying.
Kurt suddenly felt like an intruder, attending something that wasn't meant for his ears to witness. How could he sit and hear what Blaine thought he was doing privately? How dare he listen to such a precious moment? Kurt felt sick, but not just from the chocked-up singing, but because of his thoughts from the few weeks before, when he was honestly considering switching bedrooms with Finn so he wouldn't have to face the house. Because he thought Blaine was creepy. How could he think Blaine didn't still have feelings about his past? How could Kurt think Blaine was a bad person just because of what his family's done?
Kurt was no better than the rest of the town.
This made Kurt nauseous, so he went back inside. The music was done, anyway.
Kurt checked the time again. It was nearing 5:45. Kurt decided to get ready a bit early. It was his first day at a new school, after all.
Kurt went back up to his room to get dressed, his feet nearly dragging from the weight of the guilt now pressed to his heart.
A/N: Please review! I need some feedback here! :)