Feb. 13, 2012, 3:33 a.m.
Believe in Christmas Magic: Chapter Three : A Close Call
K - Words: 3,727 - Last Updated: Feb 13, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 6/? - Created: Dec 13, 2011 - Updated: Feb 13, 2012 970 0 4 0 0
Kurt had never seen anything so…horrid looking. The building he was standing in front of had paint peeling back from almost every door and window, and he swore he saw some bricks missing from the one wall. But other teens just ignored it all and continued about him. Girls in cheerleading uniforms, a small group of nerdy looking boys, some scary looking females smoking something. Kurt scrunched up his nose slightly.
"This is going to be a nightmare." He muttered and smoothed out his outfit. For his first day, Kurt chose to wear grey skinnies with knee high black books. On top he had a long sleeve black and what shirt with a dark grey turtle neck poncho over top. As his ears would not behave with the illusion, he wore a black hat over top. He made his way towards the front doors to find the secretaries office. A shout caught his attention.
"Hey, you! New kid! Lookin' fine girl!" a man shouted and his friends laughed. Kurt ignored them, thinking they weren't talking to him. A hand landed on his should and spun him around.
"Whoa dude. Sorry. Thought you were a chick." A giant, bear-like teenager said.
"Yes, well maybe you should look before you start cat-calling out to random strangers." Kurt growled back. The guy took a step back, then laughed.
"Hey! You even sound like a girl, Lady." Was his quick response. Kurt huffed and started to walk away.
"What's your hurry Lady? We're just getting started!" a different guy called out to Kurt's retreating form. Again, a hand fell upon his shoulder, but this time, it forcefully dragged him backwards.
"You know, for a guy that looks, dresses and sounds like a girl, I bet that you're a fa-" the first guy started but was cut off wit ha shout from behind the whole group.
"Karofsky! What do you think you're doing?" Everyone's heads turned to see who had interrupted and a short, gelled headed guy came running up to them.
"Well if it ain't the Hobbit coming to rescue his Princess." the guy, Karofsky spitted out.
"Let him go. He hasn't done anything to you." 'Hobbit' demanded of the jocks, "Or if you don't, I'll go to Beiste about this." At the last bit, Karofsky gave Kurt a final shove and stalked away with the rest. 'Hobbit' let out a breath and went to Kurt.
"You okay? I saw them picking on you, and I didn't recognize you. You new?" the short man asked. Kurt nodded in reply.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Here, Kurt glared at the direction they disappeared to, "And yes, I'm new. I'm Kurt Celyn." Kurt held out his hand.
"I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson." he grabbed Kurt's hand and shook it, "You need any help find any places? I can help you out for a few minutes before the bell rings." Blaine offered.
"I'm looking for the main secretary office to pick up my schedule." Kurt replied. Blaine grinned,
"Great! I know a short cut. Here, I'll take you." At that, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and took off running around the outside of the building. Kurt held tightly onto his bag and he was pulled around. It was…different. This was the first time a guy had held his hand like this. At the first contact, Kurt had felt a pleasant spark shoot up his arm, but dismissed it to the chilly air around them. Being led around gave Kurt time to get a better look at this Blaine person. His hair was gelled back, but Kurt could see curls escaping here and there. Catching his eyes, they were a brilliant golden-hazel. And his clothes. Kurt mentally face palmed at the assemble. The bowtie stuck out in Kurt's face like a bright neon flashing sign, but it looked nice on Blaine.
"Here we are." Blaine chirped. Kurt glanced ahead and saw that they were, indeed, at the office.
"Thanks. I would been lost another five or ten minutes." Kurt joked. Blaine smiled at him and brushed some excess snow off of Kurt's shoulders.
"Well next time, new kid, give me a shout," here Blaine pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote his number down on it, "Give me a call if you get lost." Kurt took the paper in his hands and gave his own small smile.
"Thank you, I just might have to now." he replied.
"Well, I have to get going if I want to catch English in time. Take care Kurt." Blaine said with a wave and was off. Kurt glanced at the number and back to Blaine's back before sighing out loud.
'Let's hope this is his real number and not some fake.' Kurt thought as he imputed said number into his phone. As he finished, he sent off a text.
From: Kurt
Hey! Just making sure you didn't give me some stalkers number or something.
-Kurt
With that done, Kurt entered the office and made his way to the secretary.
"Hi, I'm Kurt Celyn and I'm the new transfer?" he inquired. The lady gave Kurt a once over look before turning her chair around to the shelving unit behind her and pulled open a drawer. She pulled out a piece of paper after a few seconds and turned around to face Kurt again.
"This is your schedule. Class started a few minutes ago so I'll write you a note stating why you were late." She handed him the paper, "Enjoy your day kid. And please return here at the end of the day with this paper," here she gave him another one, "Signed by your teachers." Then went back to typing away on her computer. Kurt took the offered paper and left the office. His phone vibrated and he took it out.
To: Kurt
From: Blaine
Lol. No, not a crazy stalker. Just me. So, what's your first class? -B
Kurt looked at the paper the lady had given him. English, Spanish, Lunch, Calculus and French.
To: Blaine
From: Kurt
I have english, spanish, lunch, calc. and french. -Kurt
He hit send and the reply was almost instant. Walking towards the way he thought the classroom was, Kurt opened the reply.
To: Kurt
From: Blaine
Awesome! :D You're in my english and french course. Don't get lost on the way here though. -B
Kurt laughed slightly at that and pocked his phone. Looking at the door in front of him, he had somehow found his way to the English classroom. Unsure of whether to knock or just go right in, Kurt took a deep breath and opened the door with his head held high. Silence met him and he walked to the teacher with his slip of paper of why he was late.
"So you're the new student? Kurt was it? Why don't you take a seat in the back and welcome to McKinley. I'm Mr. Moroon." He said, signing the paper and giving it to Kurt. Kurt nodded and found a seat in the last row, luckily beside Blaine who gave a slight wave and went back to writing on his paper. Kurt took out his iPad, unlocked it and brought up the Scanner again. Kurt leaned back in his chair and the scanner started up to scan the thirty some odd students in his class. It was easy being in the back and doing this, all he had to was turn it and it would lock on each individual, write off the list before stating their spot on The List. Kurt had it turned to the final few students, where it included Blaine. As it picked him up and went through that list that zoomed by, Kurt did not have a chance to see what it came up with him as Blaine passed him a note.
I see you found the class just fine then.
It wasn't that hard. And thank you for earlier, by the way.
No need to thank me. So, how come you transferred so late in the year?
Well, Kurt paused in his writing, coming up with a good excuse, because 'Hey, I'm an elf and Santa Claus sent me here to see who is naughty and who is nice.' Kurt snorted at the thought, my guardian has to focus a lot on his work right now, so he sent me here to a family friend until it is safe to go back.
Blaine read the response and his eyebrows rose slightly and scribbled his reply.
Your guardian? You don't live with your parents?
Kurt stared at the paper for a few seconds before jotting down
My mother died in child birth and I never knew my father. So yes, my guardian.
When Blaine saw what Kurt had writing his face transformed into sorrow.
I'm sorry for bringing that up. Subject change? What do you like to do?
Well, I'm into fashion you could say and well, I like to sing too I guess.
When Blaine read the part that he liked to sing, a grin made his way on his face and he started to scribble like crazy, his tongue sticking out between his teeth.
You can sing? Would you be interested in joining the glee club here? I'm in it and we are pretty good if I do say so myself. And we are looking for some more members.
I sing countertenor, and fabulously I might add. And a glee club? What are you guys called? I might join if you can persuade me to.
Wow. Countertenor. That's amazing actually. And we have a rehearsal today after last period in the choir room, which is just down the hall from here actually. You come by and try out and I'll treat you to coffee?
Kurt laughed and was about to write a response when the bell rang. He packed up his stuff to and waited for Blaine to do the same.
"You keep the note Kurt. To get to Spanish class, go down this hallway, turn left, go down that one, pand it's the last door at the end. I'll see you at lunch?" Blaine asked hopefully.
"Sure, why not. See you then. And thank you again, for all of this." Kurt replied and made his way where Blaine directed him. Walking in, he made his way to the teacher to get him to sign the paper slip.
"Ah, you must be Kurt Celyn, the new kid. Well, welcome to Spanish. I'm Mr. Schuester. We are just wrapping things up for Christmas holidays, so not to much to learn." he introduced and handed the paper back.
"Thanks, and don't worry. I'm pretty good at Spanish. I had to learn some extra languages growing up, and I chose Spanish as one of them." Kurt answered back. Mr. Schuester looked impressed.
"Well, take a seat anywhere you want. Class will begin in a moment." he said and sat down at his desk. Kurt made his way to the back of the room again so he could scan the kids easy in this class. Just as the bell rang, the jock that called Kurt a Lady earlier made his way in the class. Kurt tensed, glaring at the guy who sat down in the desk closes to the door. Kurt let out an annoyed huff and pulled up the scanner once again. In a few seconds, he got everyone in the room. Curious about what zoomed by before decided on a person, Kurt touched the iPad on said list, and it opened up a full out list of everything they have done that year. Kurt had opened the list of the guy that harassed him.
Dave Karofsky
Male, 18
Threw slushy in males face
Threw slushy in females face
Tossed male in dumpster
Held open door for elder female
And on and on it went, listing all the deeds this Karofsky had done until at the very end, Kurt had skipped down the list, it said NAUGHTY. Closing the scanner app, Kurt opened The List and gave a sigh of relief. The names of the kids he got from his two classes had automatically been checked off on The List.
Soon enough, the bell went and kids practically bolted out of the room to go eat food. Kurt went at a much slower pace and followed the flow of students to the cafeteria. It was quite large and quite full. Quickly opening the scanner again, he tried to get as many people as possible before he heard his name being called by Blaine.
"Kurt! Over here. Saved you a seat!" he shouted from the other side of the room, waving his arm around like crazy. Kurt made his way over, putting the iPad away in his bag and pulling out his salad. He got to Blaine and saw that there were eleven other people.
"Kurt. I was wondering if you got lost again. This here, are the members of New Directions. The glee club I was telling you about." Blaine mentions to the others, who all waved.
"The freakishly tall one is Finn, and the girl hanging off his arm is Rachel. They are the lead vocalist of glee. The two Asians are Mike and Tina. The wheelchair is Artie, and Puck is the one with the Mohawk. The blond haired is Sam and beside him is Rory. And the two lovely Cheerio's are Santana and Brittany." Almost immediately after Blaine finished and Kurt sat down beside him, the blond Cheerio, Brittany, came over to Kurt.
"Just so you know, you do have the choice of freedom. You don't have to work for Santa if you don't want to." She said in all seriousness. Kurt panicked. How could this girl tell that he was an elf. The others however laughed.
"That just Brit. Don't take what she says too seriously. She thought Rory was a leprechaun for the longest time." Sam laughed. Kurt tried to laugh as well, but it was hard. His heart returned to normal, but Brittany was still there,
"And I hope that you can give this to Santa for me too. I didn't want to mail it out because the roads to the North Pole are treacherous." she spoke handing him an envelope. Kurt looked at the thing in his hand, and up to the girl, a small smile showing up on his face.
"You know what Brittany? I will do the best I can for you." Kurt replied. She nodded.
"And just so you know, that machine robot thing you sent to Artie last year broke down and didn't work properly after the first day. You need to do some serious work on that." and with that, she sat down beside Santana. Kurt frowned. He remembered the tech. elves working hard over a robotic walker last year. He would have to pass on that information to them.
"I take it Brittany thinks you are an elf?" Blaine asked him. Kurt nodded as he opened his salad and stated picking at it.
"Yeah, how funny is that?" he replied softly. After that little incident, everything settled down. The group was talking and laughing, discussing song ideas for glee. Rachel had started a lecture on why Kurt should try out for the club when she found out he was a countertenor, then Rory was telling Kurt about his own Brittany adventure. All the while, Kurt kept catching the glance of Blaine who just smiled and went back to talking to whoever he was talking to at that moment.
All too quickly it seemed, the warning bell rang and students got up to head to third period. Kurt found out that Mike was in his calculus class so they headed off together. Going through the same routine with the other teachers and class, the paper got signed, Kurt sat near the back and scanned the students. He actually had to pay more attention in this class however, as Ms. McLeod was not slacking off the work load, no matter how close the holidays were.
Then it was fourth period. French. Kurt remember Blaine said he was in that class so he sent a text out.
To: Blaine
From: Kurt
Where is the french classroom? You said you had it next with me right? -Kurt
A minute later, his phone went off.
To: Kurt
From: Blaine
Right! You are at the math class right? If you head back towards to caf�, then turn away from it at the doors, go down that hallway. Turn right at the end of that hallway, then second door on the left. I'll save you a seat :D -B
Kurt once again followed Blaine's directions and made it to the class as the bell went off. Kurt got the paper signed again, by Madam McDougal and took his seat beside Blaine, who had French books open everywhere over his desk.
"I take it that the French teacher is still work crazy like my calc. was?" Kurt hesitantly asked. Blaine just groaned and let his head fall onto the desk.
"I don't know why I decided to take this class. I'm barely making it by." he spoke into the desk, which muted it. Kurt smirked.
"Alors, si tu me demandez gentillement, peut-�tre je pourez t'aider." Kurt spoke in almost perfect French while pulling up the scanner once again. Blaine's head whipped up, mouth open.
"You speak French?" he asked adoringly.
"Like I told Mr. Schuester earlier, growing up I had to learn more than one language. I picked up three: French, Spanish and Japanese." Kurt informed. Blaine was still looking at him in awe.
"Can you say some more? When Madam M speaks, its always so sharp, but you…It sounded really nice." He trailed off at the end, blushing slightly.
"Je ne sais pas quoi dire. Alors, je suis vraiment un elfe et que tes yeux sont les plus merveilleuse que j'ai jamais vu? Et tu ne devrais pas en mettre tellement de gel." Kurt remarked. Blaine held his head up in his left hand, listening to Kurt talk, obviously having no idea what Kurt was saying. Kurt just chuckled and paid attention to the teacher, unaware that Blaine was still watching him.
Class finished and then the two were off to the choir room. Well, more like Blaine was dragging Kurt with him. In the choir room, they were the last two to arrive as they had to cross almost half the school. A few waved at them as they took seats in the back. Kurt looked at the windows and had a urge to look out them, but Mr. Schuester came in and began talking.
"Well, it looks like we have a new face in here. Kurt wasn't it? Are you here to audition?" he asked.
"Apparently so. Blaine wants me to try out, and Rachel to, once they found out I'm a countertenor." Kurt responded nonchalant. Mr. Schuester blinked a few times and shook his head.
"Wow. A countertenor. Do you have anything prepared to sing?"
Kurt looked around a bit, "Well, I do have a song in mind that doesn't need much. It's a holiday favourite, and I'm sure you guys would know the words." Kurt got up and went to the pianist and whispered in his ear. He nodded and set his fingers on the keys. Kurt took a deep breath and began to sing. The strings and piano joining in.
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say through cares away
Here, the girls chimed in, singing 'Ding' 's and 'Dong' 's
Christmas is here bringing good cheer
To young and old, meek and the bold
Ding, dong, ding, dong that is their song
With joyful ring, all carolling
Here, the guys joined in with the lower harmonies.
One seems to hear, words of good cheer
From everywhere filling the air
Oh how they pound, raising the sound
O'er hill and dale, telling their tale
Gailey the ring while people sing
Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here
Kurt went to his lowest range in the next part, and rose up into his high range.
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
On, on they send on without end
Their joyful tone to every home
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Oh how they pound, raising their sound
O'er hill and dale, telling their tale
Ding, dong…
Joy to every home.
A moment of silence passed before Blaine stood up and started clapping, which set the others off as well.
"Just…wow Kurt. You left me speechless. Welcome to New Directions! Wow. What range." Mr. Schuester began, "And what a way to start off our last week assignment of the year. We are doing Christmas Carols, but with a slight twist. Since we now have an equal number of members, we will be doing this assignment in pairs. As well as one group song. So get your suggestions in to me as soon as you can. You may pick your partners now." he finished, and people began talking, grabbing their first choice in partners. Kurt sat there a bit awkwardly, being the new kid and thinking none of them would want to be with him. Mike and Tina were inseparable as always, Rachel had latched onto Finn's arm again and started talking ideas. Santana and Brittany hooked pinkies, Puck and Artie did the bro fist pump, and Sam and Rory where talking about their families. A poke in his side brought Kurt out of his daze, and he turned the way the offending appendage came from.
"Partners?" Blaine begged, with a slight puppy dog look to him. Kurt stared into his eyes for a moment, before nodding his head.
"Sure. Partners." He responded. Blaine grinned like a fool and was practically jumping in his seat. When everyone told Mr. Schuester who was with who, everyone was dismissed for the day to go home.
"So, your place or mine?" Blaine brought up as they walked to the parking lot. Kurt hesitated, thinking about Vixen in his backyard.
"We could do mine, but I'm not sure…" he trailed off. Blaine just put his hand on Kurt's hand and made to ruffle his hair up. As he did so, the hat came off the tip of his ears slightly, and Blaine stared before Kurt pulled the hat back on.
"We can start working on it tomorrow at your place, Blaine. Good day." Kurt grumbled and went to his Navigator and pulled out of the lot, getting home as fast as he could. There were just too many close calls today. And speaking of which, Brittany's letter was still in his bag, waiting to be delivered.
"I might as well send it up when I get back to the house." He muttered to himself, driving carefully on the icy roads. After all, the quickest way to get a letter to Santa Claus is to burn it in your fireplace and let the wind carry the smoke to the North Pole.
Comments
this is nice i like chrismas stories. and as if he could fool brittany. lol
:p I know right? She may be..well, quite Brittany, but I think she is a smart little girl xD
I love the premise of this. It's a great idea for a story. I get excited whenever you update. :)
:D I get excited when I see reviews! Thank you! I went from the 'Kurt-is-a-nymph' to an elf :p And a lot of different Christmas stories I heard growing up