Miley Cyrus fighting for Hybrids

The young celebrity publishes music video to show her support for Bill No. Eight

Miley Cyrus, a twenty year old singer and actress, formerly known for her role as 'Hannah Montana' in the homonymous show threw people's minds upside down with publishing her new music video. The original release date for her newest single 'Can't be tamed' had been scheduled for the beginnings of August, but the newest revelations concerning Hybridsrights forced her to reshedule. Within the first hours of release her music video hit over ten thousands views (The link can be found here → http://vimeo.com/12138523) and led to heated discussions among politcians and public. In the video Cyrus presents the difficulties of a Hybridlife, harshly criticises public reactions to them and emphasizes with the isolation the minorities have to endure.

The performance was met with negative reactions from the media and was describes as overly dramatic and far from realistic. Cyrus stated, "It is ridiculous that the media can't accept an opinion that is different from their own. I really hope my fans are not disappointed in me because the truth is I did nothing wrong. I got up there and did my job which is to perform to the best of my ability."

It's as simple as she sings it and to quote her newest song lyrics:

[...] I can't be changed
I can't be tamed

Well I'm not a trick you play
I'm wired a different way
I'm not a mistake, I'm not a fake
It's set in my DNA

Don't change me [...]

~*~ Chapter Four ~*~

And I love you [...]

For staying back and watching me shine
(Taylor Swift; The best day)

Slowly Kurt was falling into an easy routine. Every morning he would wake up, get ready for school, lecture his dad about burning down the kitchen in an attempt to cook, bake, or god beware fry something and enjoy the two hours drive singing along to Broadway-soundtracks, before he reached the Dalton parking lot, where Blaine and his favourite coffee already awaited him.

Wes and David had declared it their new life goal to make Kurt their 'bestestest friend 4evertogether'© and occupied his breaks, afternoons and to the everlasting distress of his teachers also his classes. Somehow they had gotten his cellphone number (Kurt suspected Blaine being the traitor and precautionary shot him his deadliest glare) and during the weekend and the obligatory sleep-over with friends from his old school, William McKinley High, his phone had not stopped vibrating once. It had gotten so far that Santana, a proud Latina, whose brash remarks even beat Kurt's, had tried to drown it in a glass of apple juice. Luckily Kurt had been able to prevent that by fighting her hand back with a gummy bear - which expanded into a massive food-fight, claiming several of Kurt's belongings it's victim. Unfortunately the doors of his wardrobe had still been open from the make-over they had given Rachel Berry, another girl around Kurt's age with an exceptional singing voice, but sadly not nearly as exceptional fashion sense, and a large part of his clothing had been bathed in chips, chocolate and cookies.

Kurt had nearly fainted when he had gone to grab his pyjamas a little later. But after a short course in breathing techniques from Quinn, who had been a voluntary paramedic once, and an offer of a salt shaker from Brittany, because he looked 'a little green around the gills', he had been quick to reassure his friends that everything was fine. Also it did not hurt that the girls pampered him with sweets and hugs the rest of the evening to make up for it. Still, after they had left the next day Kurt spend the rest of his weekend with resuscitation measures, sewing and knitting like a madman and silently cursing Wes and David for their horrible timing.

This was also the reason why when school started on Monday Kurt shot them instead of a greeting his deadliest glare, before stalking of towards his first class, a confused Blaine hot on his heels. It took them two whole days to figure out why Kurt was mad at them and more importantly how they could avoid and sooth his wrath (much to Blaine's amusement, who enjoyed the whole encounter with a bag of popcorn). So Wednesday, right before lunch, Kurt found himself grabbed right and left, trapped between the boys and manoeuvred into an empty classroom.

In his endless magnanimity Kurt forgave them (not before they had begged several times for said generous forgiveness) , under the condition that they would limit their contact to one text message the day and one call per week, unless they had to discuss something really important.

That settled a reassured Kurt made his way home on Friday afternoon. Silently humming he opened his front door, kicking of his shoes and made his way across the floor. He was still dressed in sweatpants and his sport shirt, since changing with the others was out of question after their gymlessons. His Dad had thrown a fit after Kurt had told him about the debacle with Mr. Medson last week, calling the school's principle Mr.Wright immediately and demanding an explanation. Mr Wright had explained very patiently that while he was very sorry for eventual bad vibrations between Mr. Medson and his students, the Dalton Academy guidelines strictly required a medical certificate before allowing the students the nonparticipation in one of the lessons. Disgruntled Burt had given in, assuring Mr. Wright that he would take care of the problem. Two days later, as promised his father made an appointment with Doctor Leyfert, a competent physician that was secretly known for his tolerance of hybrid patients. Unfortunately, due to his popularity Doctor Leyfert's abilities were highly demanded among hybrid, as well as human patients and therefore the appointment was not for another two weeks. Until then Kurt would have to take part in the sport lessons like every normal teenager and make up a list of excuses as to why his pants had to stay strictly on in the changing rooms.

"Kurt? Could I talk to you for a second?" The voice of his father snapped him out of his thoughts and with a last wishful glance in the direction of his room, he followed the noise into the kitchen.

"Sounds serious," Kurt murmured, while entering and sitting down across from his father on the kitchen table. "But nothing looks broken", he added thoughtfully, after inspecting his surroundings closely for a moment.

"Very funny," Burt grunted. "How was school?"

"Fine, I guess. We're still doing gymnastics and Mr. Medson seems to be quite impressed by my skills."

Instead of looking proud, his father just frowned. "You are taking care of yourself, aren't you? Not too much movement and after class you come straight home, before anyone can ask any questions about you never changing with the others, right?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course he knew his father was right, pointing out the high risks excessive bouncing and skipping had on his covering, but during the past few days they had barely talked about anything else and not a day had passed without his Dad reminding him to be even more careful than usually. As if Kurt would just wait for an opportunity to present his differences to the world.

"Of course, Dad," he rattled of, before quickly changing the topic. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

His father cleared his throat meaningful. "Well, there is something I need to tell ya'. As you know I have been often gone during the last few weeks and I must admit I haven't always been honest with you about my whereabouts."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, but kept silent.

"I ... kind of have been seeing someone."

Kurt's other eyebrow raised as well and he had to press his lips tightly together to stop himself from making any sound.

"For two months now."

"Two months? Two months?!" Kurt could barely believe what he was hearing. "Why haven't you told me, Dad? Who is it? Do I know her?"

"Whoa, calm down, bud." Burt raised his hands in appeasement, but a small smile was playing around his lips. "It's kind of a long story actually: A few month ago I had to get a receipt from Doctor Leyfert and while I waited for him to arrive one of the nurses, Carole, kept me company. In the end I gave her my number, didn't expect her to actually call, but well, a few days later she is on the phone and asks me out on a date. Just like that, out of the blue. I didn't know what to say at first, but well I really liked her, so one thing lead to another and before I know it, we are sitting in the back of a little restaurant, holding hands." Kurt 'uhued' quietly. "After that we met several times and well, now we decided it was time for the next step."

"Oh my god. She is pregnant, isn't she?"

"No, actually-"

"You are getting married?"

"What? No, Kurt listen-"

"Oh god, please tell me you didn't decide to let her move in with us, because I am not ready to share my wardrobe space yet." His father crossed his arms, patiently waiting for Kurt to finish his rant.

"Am I allowed to speak now?" When Kurt pretended zip his lips shut, he continued, "Actually we just decided that it was time to tell our children about us and let them meet."

"Does that mean I get to meet her? Wait a second ... Why children?" Kurt asked.

"Carole's got a son, too. They are both coming over for Dinner tonight and don't worry she knows about my cooking abilities and volunteered to prepare food."

Kurt stayed silent for a moment, brow furrowing. "Tonight? As in ... today? In a few hours?"

"Uh, yes."

"And you couldn't have at least told me before?"

"I just did, didn't I? You still got over an hour to get ready. Listen, if this is about you not having enough time to chose the right outfit-"

"This is not about some stupid clothing problem, Dad. This is about the fact that I would have liked to have a little time to prepare mentally, before meeting your new girlfriend and her son!"

"I really don't see the problem here. It's not that big of a deal."

"Of course it is a big deal! You haven't brought another woman here, since ..." Since Mom.

His father's face softened. "I know. Believe me, I know. Don't you think I'm nervous too? But Carole and I decided this to be the best way. I'm sure you will love her and she is going to love you. Don't worry." Burt sighed deeply, before pulling his son into his arms for a second. Kurt closed his eyes, enjoying the familiar scent of his father's aftershave, only slightly covered up by sweat and gas.

"Okay, Dad. I trust you. I'm downstairs changing. Call me, when they arrive?" Kurt was already halfway down the stairs, when he remembered something. "Oh, hey Dad. One more thing? Does she know?" he asked unconsciously touching one of his ears, covered with hair. "About me?"

"The moment I mentioned my last name she knew." His father smiled gently at him.

"That's ... good I guess. Prevents a lot of problems. You'll call me in a few?"

"Of course, bud. Love you."

Kurt smiled, turning around. "Love you too, Dad."

When two minutes later the doorbell rang, Burt practically sprinted towards the door, reaching it just a heartbeat earlier than his son and swinging it open. On their porch stood two figures, one scaringly tall, or maybe he only appeared that way compared to the compact woman next to him. The first thing Kurt noticed of his father's new girlfriend was her wide and loving smile, as she greeted Burt almost shyly, willingly accepting the gentle kiss he pressed on her cheek. Her eyes fell on Kurt next and if possible her smile widened even more.

"You must be Kurt, dear. Your Dad told me so much about you," she exclaimed, her voice a touch too loud and the handshake a bit too loose, but Kurt blamed that on the nerves and her eyes shined earnest and hopeful.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Carole." Kurt tried his best to smile welcoming at her, squeezing her hand gently, before turning towards the boy behind her, mouth already opened to form a greeting, but instead: "Finn?"

Right behind Carole stood Finn Hudson, McKinleys star-quarterback and bactrian camel extraordinary. Despite that, there probably was not a boy more popular than him. On top of the food-chain, as Kurt liked to call it and he had been one of Kurt's greatest tormentors, before Mr. Shue had forced him to join the Glee club for a short while. During that time he had caused great trouble between Quinn and Rachel, both wooing for his attention and after a lot of break-ups, get-back-togethers and relationship-breaks, Kurt had not really been able to keep track until a legendary fight with his now ex-girlfriend had settled the problem. Afterwards Finn had left the glee club and returned to being the famous football-star. The only thing that changed after that, apart from his facebook-relationship-status was that he stopped bullying Kurt. Oh, that did not by any means include Finn protecting him or telling his friends to back off. He just stopped acknowledging Kurt's existence in general, which was barely any better.

"Eer, um ...Kurt? What are you doing at my mom's boyfriend's home?" Oh, and did he mention it? Probably not the smartest crayon in the box.

"You know each other?" Carole looked surprised between them.

"We ... go to McKinley together and Finn was part of the glee club. For a short while."

"Oh, that's just wonderful," Carole gushed. "Burt and I were so worried about you two meeting, but if you already are friends ..."

Finn's smile turned a bit pained. "I wouldn't exactly say we are friends ..." he murmured, avoiding his mother's eyes.

"But you never know, right?" Kurt smiled a touch too widely, before gesturing towards their guests. "But don't just stand there on the porch. Do come in, make yourself a home."

As promised Carole had prepared Dinner for them, neatly packed in Tupperware she presented Salad, Pasta, a wonderful smelling sauce and a bright variety of spices. Kurt and Carole took it upon themselves to serve the food, dispensing it onto different plates and bowls, until they were able to warm everything up in the microwave. The hot dishes were left on the kitchen board for a moment, waiting for them to cool and in the meantime Carole made it her goal to spice the sauce to perfection. They were nearly finished and Kurt decided it was time to carry their food into the living room.

For a moment he forgot about Carole next to him, piling plate after plate on his hands, shoulder and elbows, holding them up effortlessly due to his cat-like balance. Only when Carole turned around and nearly dropped the bowl in her hand Kurt stopped and froze. For a moment they stared at each other, before the woman seemed to shake herself out of her rigidity.

"Well, now I really wish some hybrid instincts for my son, too. We would certainly have a lot more intact dishes if that was the case," she stated.

Relieved, Kurt exhaled, smiling at her. Since his father had told him where he had met Carole, Kurt had suspected that she knew about his abilities, but until now he could not have been sure how she would react to an actual display of his otherness. Together they carried their dinner into the living room.

Burt and Finn were already seated, talking quietly among themselves about something Kurt could only guess, that had to do with sports. For a moment he felt hot jealousy creeping up his spine as he saw the two so at ease and comfortable around each other, but then his father looked up and upon seeing him and Carole working together, he send his son a proud and thankful smile. Soothed Kurt distributed the plates and bowls in his hands

"Dude you have some sick kind of balance. That's kind of really cool, but also really creepy!" Finn exclaimed, after staring at Kurt for a good few seconds.

"... Thanks, Finn, I guess."

Conversation flooded nicely during dinner. Burt and Carole mostly talked about their workplaces, trading stories about their most horrific customers and sharing cute little smiles and shy glances over the table. Everybody laughed about Kurt's anecdotes about his new teachers, and even Finn amused them with the newest McKinley-stories.

At the end of the day Kurt decided that he really liked Carole. Finn still behaved a bit reserved and awkward around him, but he seemed to get along with his father and like he was a generally gentle soul, so Kurt thought that they would warm up to each other fairly quickly.

He could not have been more wrong.