Hello everyone,
I'm here with a (not so) new story idea that came to me a few years ago while I was watching Titanic. First of all, thank you for finding your way here, and before you leave without a word, I'd like to say something about this story.
I wrote this story in my native language when I got the idea. Now I thought about translating it.
"Changing Colours" won't be a simple copy of the story revolving around Jack and Rose, and no one will be taking their roles. Nevertheless, there may still be parallels, especially concerning Kurt and Blaine, as the love between two people from different backgrounds is just too beautiful.
The prologue can be placed in the second season afterwards there are several chapters set on the Titanic, and then finally, some chapters and an epilogue, back in season two.
Now, I hope you'll give "Changing Colours" a chance and wish you lots of fun!
Yours,
TeenagexxDream
Note: Each chapter will have a subtitle consisting of lyrics that relate to the content.
Prologue
Sleep well and when you dream, dream of me- Tonight!
It happened for the first time on the night of April 10, 2012.
Kurt Hummel woke up covered in sweat at around 2:20 AM, his heart still pounding in his chest from the dream he had just had. His legs felt strangely stiff, and a heavy burden seemed to weigh on his shoulders.
Breathing heavily, he sat up and pulled the blanket up to his chin. He was freezing, his fingers were numb, and he shivered all over as if he had a cold.
"Just a dream, it was all just a dream," he tried to reassure himself. "A silly dream."
His eyelids felt heavy, almost as if Kurt hadn't slept for several days, even though he knew that wasn't the case.
The images of his dream still burned on his in his mind. He didn't remember much, except for the cold air blowing around him and those warm, brown-green eyes that pierced into him, the joyful smile on the person's lips. Kurt took a deep breath and reached for the glass of water on his nightstand, taking a hasty sip.
It had often happened that he dreamt of boys he hardly knew but found incredibly attractive in his dreams. Afterward, he would wake up in the middle of the night, with the urge to grab his phone, dial his girlfriend's number, and tell her he couldn't continue the relationship because he wasn't interested in her. His heart often screamed loudly for him to just tell everyone his secret, but he let Brittany's kisses happen and remained silent like a damn coward. Kurt couldn't reveal his secret. It was bad enough that everyone thought he was gay. It was bad enough to be thrown into trash cans and have cold slushies thrown in his face just because of those rumors, which weren't really rumors. How much worse would it be if his classmates found out he was only with Brittany to avoid admitting he was gay?
He felt sorry for the blonde girl. She had such a pure heart and had no idea that Kurt wasn't serious about her. But how believable was it that Kurt was heterosexual when he never got close to a girl? He couldn't afford to think about the poor girl.
Exhausted, Kurt put the glass back on the nightstand and slid into a lying position. He was probably feeling so awful because the next day was the last day he could relax before his Glee Club would have their dress rehearsal for Nationals the day after, and then they would travel to New York and compete in Nationals just two days later, where it was all or nothing. However, sleep wouldn't come to him anymore. Instead, he feverishly thought about why his dream was bothering him so much. Was it because it had felt so realistic? Or because the boy seemed so familiar to him?
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. It was definitely because of the boy, but where did he know him from?
The realization hit him for some reason like a punch in the gut.
Kurt remembered the afternoon he had spent a few hours earlier at the Lima Bean. Brittany had been sitting on his lap, whispering sentences to him that he hadn't really understood, while she kissed his neck repeatedly. Kurt, his lips tightly pressed together, had tried not to show the discomfort he felt and let his gaze wander through the small café.
That's when he saw the boy. He had been standing in line at the counter, looking around for a table. The sight of the boy had taken Kurt's breath away for a few seconds. It wasn't that he was particularly stylishly dressed, but it was his aura, the eyes that glanced at him, the slightly furrowed brow, the slicked-back black hair, and the way he clutched his brown bag, which he wore over a school uniform.
Kurt had forced himself to look away and listen to Brittany and his other friends again.
The next morning started as expected, slow. Kurt was just so tired. His bones ached, his head throbbed, and he was still cold.
"Everything okay, kiddo?" his dad asked when he opened the kitchen door and slumped into a chair. Kurt nodded. "I think I'm just getting sick," he replied. "I'll just take a pill." But even the pill didn't relieve his exhaustion. The school morning dragged on painfully, and with his chin resting on his palms, Kurt would doze off for a few seconds, but all he saw then were those warm eyes, beaming at him, and sleep was out of the question for him.
"Yesterday, I had my bra on backward," Brittany told him on the way to the school parking lot. Kurt nodded and rummaged in his bag for his car keys. "See you tomorrow," he replied wearily and got into his car without another word.
Finally home, he didn't do much more than call out to his dad that he was back and let him know that he would lie down for a while. Tired, Kurt pulled himself down the stairs to his room, changed into his pajamas, and flopped onto his bed. It didn't take long before his eyes closed, and his brain sent him on the most interesting journey he had ever embarked on.
