allnewgirl
Aug. 6, 2013, 1:59 p.m.
A Dream To Call My Own: Chapter 2
E - Words: 1,704 - Last Updated: Jan 12, 2014 Story: Closed - Chapters: 10/? - Created: Aug 06, 2013 - Updated: Jan 12, 2014 140 0 0 0 0
Kurt walked down the corridor towards music classroom, tucking his shirt behind him nervously while he wondered again whether he should have circled the baseball instead of the music note on the little light blue note Miss Pillsbury handed them two weeks ago.
"On your paper there are five pictures that are standing for five types of classes," Miss Pillsbury said in her singsong voice. "There's a ball for the baseball team, a cake for cooking class, a lizard for biology class, a music note for music class and a book for reading club. Whichever you choose will be your class for the entire year, so choose wisely," she finished with a smiled and started picking the forms, adding the student’s name on top.
This was the first time their age group would get to participate in an interest-class-day and it was the only class they shared with the older kids of the preschool which only made Kurt even more nervous.
He stepped slowly into an almost full classroom, scanning the room quickly, searching for a familiar face when he saw an empty chair next to Rachel and all but ran to sit next to her.
Kurt looked around and instantly loved the classroom. It was painted a warm shade of yellow with little music notes painted along the walls. Along the backside, behind the half circle of chairs in the middle of the class, there was the largest variety of music instruments Kurt had ever seen in his life. He sat with his knees on his chair facing the back of the classroom and observing them curiously, trying to identify each one until he heard someone clearing his throat. The others around him all fell into silence and he quickly turned around to sit on the chair.
In front of the class stood an older guy wearing a denim button up shirt with white cardigan on top and dark blue pants. He had gray eyes and golden brown hair that swept across his face above his large glasses. He was the most beautiful man Kurt had ever seen.
"Good morning class," he smiled and pushed his glasses up his nose. Once he had everyone’s attention he continued. "My name is Ben Morgan. You can call me Ben," he added fondly. "I'll be your music teacher this year and we're going to have lots of fun together." As Ben spoke, he tried to make eye contact with every student and Kurt hoped he wouldn’t notice the blush that crept up his cheeks.
They started by learning the basic music charts which Kurt already knew so he spent the time staring at the teacher. When he got bored he looked around the room for more familiar faces but as he suspected, most of the kids were from the older age level.
Suddenly, he noticed a boy that sat in front of him on the other side of the class. He had dark curls around his face and bright hazel eyes that Kurt immediately recognized. It was the mean boy that shoved him off his chair a few weeks ago.
Kurt went stiff in his chair, quickly averting his eyes from him and hopping that the other boy wouldn’t recognize him as well. He stayed completely quiet and stared down at his shoes even when the teacher handed everyone a song book so they could sing along while he played the guitar.
At the end of the class Kurt waited for everyone to get out of the room before he got up from his chair, looking up from his feet with his eyes already fighting back tears when he decided to search for Miss Pillsbury and ask her to give him another form so he could circle the ball instead.
He was about to step out of class when he once again heard Ben clearing his throat behind him. "Kurt… right?" Ben got up from his chair and walked toward him.
Kurt nodded, looking down at his feet once again.
"Miss Pillsbury told me that you have a really good voice. I'm sorry I didn’t have a chance to hear it today."
Kurt shrugged but looked up at him, feeling tears start to stream down his face.
"Is there anything wrong?" Ben asked, kneeling down to Kurt’s level.
Kurt shook his head, trying to wipe the tears with the back of his sleeve.
"Well, you don’t have to tell me. But… Can I tell you a secret?" Kurt nodded and Ben whispered to him "I'm not only a music teacher."
"You aren't?" Kurt asked quietly, looking at him in shock.
"I'm also a dragon slayer," he answered with a great smile to his face and it made Kurt giggle and return a small smile back at him "So if you'll tell me what or who makes you sad, I could feed him to the next dragon I see."
Kurt laughed at that, feeling the blush covering to his cheeks again. Ben stood back to his feet and headed to his table. "Think about your favorite song for next class. I'll ask you for it," he said and got back to the papers on his desk.
In the next lesson Kurt found himself once again sitting uncomfortably on his chair and waiting for the class to begin. During the first half hour of the class he still wasn’t one hundred percent invested until Ben sent him a reassuring smile. Kurt returned the smile and started feeling more relaxed. An hour later he even joined the other kids in the sing-along.
"The last song for this lesson will be a song of your choice, so raise your hand and tell me what you guys want to sing," Ben said, sitting in the middle of the class with a guitar.
Kurt released a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, thankful that Ben didn’t put him on the spot by calling out for him. He looked around the class but he was surprised to see that there was silence and no one had raised their hand. Kurt might never admit it but he actually did think about Ben's question last lesson. He thought about all the songs he learned in preschool and the songs he heard at home but there was one he knew he loved the most. It was the song his mother sang to him every night ever since he could remember and now it felt like home. A moment later he saw Ben smiling warmly at him and asking for his response. He wasn’t sure when he decided to raise his hand and now, even getting words to leave his mouth seemed unlikely.
"There's this song I really like. I think it's called 'Over the rainbow'," he said hesitatingly, tugging at the hem of his shirt nervously.
"Do you mean…" Ben started humming quickly the first few notes of the song, Kurt nodding to him. "Great choice Kurt!" Ben said while starting to test chords on the guitar. "But I don’t know the words for this one. Do you think you can help me?" Ben gestured for him to stand beside him.
Kurt was already embarrassed enough and the thought about standing in front of the whole class made him horrified but a moment later he felt a hand on his back and Rachel whispering to him " Go Kurt! You'll be great."
He slowly got up and stood beside Ben who had started playing the song. Kurt stared at him, missing the first two tries, but eventually started singing the lyrics he knew by heart and he could almost imagine sitting on his bed beside his mother. The other kids joined him on the second time Ben played it and Kurt smiled at Rachel thankfully while keeping the lead.
Kurt sat by the table drawing on coloring pages and humming a new song he picked up in class that day while he waited for Dave to finish his game outside.
"Hey, Kurt."
Kurt turned around, startled to find a curly, brown eyed boy standing beside him. It didn’t look like he came to attack him again but Kurt was still afraid and answered defensively "What do you want?"
"Can I sit here?" The boy asked, gesturing to the chair next to Kurt. Kurt nodded at him and studied him warily while he sat next to him. "I really liked your song. You have a great voice," the boy said quietly, suddenly looking shy and nervous.
Kurt felt himself blushing at that. "Thank you."
He looked up at Kurt and added "I'm sorry for being mean to you the other day. I'm really, really sorry," still looking unsurely at him.
Kurt considered it for a moment. He really was upset by what the boy said and done to him but it had been a while since it happened and he wasn’t so upset anymore. This boy was also the first to say such nice things to him, beside his family, and he looked honest when he asked for his forgiveness.
"It's Okay. I forgive you," Kurt smiled at him and nodded reassuringly.
"I'm Blaine," the other boy said happily and offered his hand.
Kurt giggled at that but said, "Kurt," and shook his hand.
"I know," Blaine laughed. He looked around and added, "can I join you?" pointing at the coloring pages.
"Sure."
They sat there for a while, talking about their favorite colours and cartoon characters when they heard someone shouting "Kurt!"
Kurt raised his head and spotted Dave heading fast towards him while shooting mean looks in Blaine's direction. He stopped by Kurt’s side, looking unsure of what to do and then leaned in to whisper to him. "Is he bulling you again?"
Kurt chuckled at that, answering, "No. Dave this is Blaine."
Dave still looked between them, confused and defensive towards Blaine.
"He said he was sorry earlier," Kurt continued.
"Really?" Dave asked, taking a chair and sitting in front of them.
Blaine nodded, once again looking apologetic.
That seemed to appease Dave and when Blaine once again offered his hand, Dave shook it, smiling at him and they spent the rest of the day together.