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Learning again: Chapter 1


T - Words: 1,090 - Last Updated: Jun 05, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 19/? - Created: Feb 19, 2012 - Updated: Jun 05, 2012
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Author's Notes: Hey Guys! This is my first story on here, so I hope you like it!Reviews are welcome - please tell me if you want me to continue this story.Thank you!

 

“It doesn’t matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M,

Just put your paws up ‘cos you were born this way baby”

 

“KURT! TURN THAT RACKET OFF!” Rachel screamed, banging on the door as she did.

“Waaaah?” Kurt sprang up, rubbing his eyes and wiping drool off his chin, shuddering. Ew, he thought, I need to shower. His door slammed open, and one Miss Rachel Berry strode in, clad in her usual sickening unicorn jumper and knee high socks, pushed the button on his alarm clock, effectively silencing Lady Gaga.

“I know we said you could choose the alarm clock music this week, but seriously? Gaga? Urgh.” She wrinkled her nose for dramatic effect. Kurt rolled his eyes. Living with Rachel gave those muscles quite a good workout on a daily basis. He stretched his arms and legs out, looking like a cat, and yawned, running a hand through his bed hair, planning to catch a few more hours sleep. That’s when his brain caught up with him. He took on look at the alarm clock and squealed, jumping out of bed and rushing towards the bathroom.

Rachel simply continued picking at her nails and humming to herself. This was a daily occurrence; Kurt waking up to Rachel’s screeches to turn the alarm off, noticing that  said alarm went off late AGAIN, rushing to the bathroom and then proceeding to work for his almost 14 hour shift of getting coffee and dry cleaning. Yep, not really the New York lifestyle he’d been hoping for, especially as he was surrounded by designers and fashion all day long, and had to ignore it all. But hopefully after this agonizing year of being an intern at one of the biggest fashion magazines around, he would be able to get a real job.

Rachel hopped off of his bed, and skipped towards the tiny kitchen they shared, making a quick smoothie to hand Kurt as he rushed out of the door. Believe it or not, but Rachel really cared about Kurt, especially since they became best friends and moved in together. She smiled when she heard him singing softly in the shower. They each only had the other person in this big city, so they both cared and relied on eachother. Which is why, when Rachel took the time to watch Kurt this morning, she was alarmed.

“Kurt! You’re going to collapse! Have you seen your eyes?! They’re almost black! You need to sleep.” She said, moving over to him and tying his tie as he struggled, attempting to button his shirt and pull his trousers up at the same time. Thinking about it, she can’t remember the last time she had fallen asleep when Kurt was actually home.

“Rach, I don’t have time. You know what Dylan’s like.” He groaned, remembering that he needed to pick up his boss’ dry cleaning on the way to work aswell. He looked up to meet Rachel’s caring eyes and his expression softened slightly. She was only trying to help. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, grabbing the smoothie and his shoulder bag at the same time. “I’m fine. I promise,” he said, smiling and walking towards the door. Well, this was technically a lie, he wasn’t fine. He had been working 14 hour days, coming home, sleeping for about 5 hours and then going back to work. All for no money aswell. Damn this had better be worth it, he thought to himself regularly, I’m expecting a bloody medal or something at the end of this year. He wiped some imaginary lint from his jacket, turned the door handle and stepped out of the apartment.

“I’ll see you later” He called from the hallway, juggling his bag and coat as he tried to answer his ringing mobile. He swore when he missed the call, then reached out, attempting to balance his bags, pressing the button for the elevator.

“Hey” A voice rang out, “You are still coming to my show tonight? After my shift?! You promised you’d sing with me Kurt!” Rachel stuck her head out of the door and glared at him, daring him to say no.

He hesitated. Despite what he’d said to Rachel, he was exhausted. But you haven’t sung in sooooooooo long, a voice nagged at the back of his mind. Kurt sighed deeply, gave a quick, “I’ll be there” to his roommate and stepped into the elevator. His head dropped back and his eyes snapped shut, as he moved down from the 17th floor of his building. Recently, he’d been too tired to even plan his outfits anymore, and that was saying something.

All too soon, the bell dinged and he was on the main floor. It took a great deal of effort to move from his comfortable lounged position, but he made his way across the lobby, towards the front doors.

The sunlight hit Kurt’s eyes hard and he squinted, using his hand to shield his vision from the burning sun as he holds him arm out.

“TAXI…TAXI!” He called, waving frantically. Yellow car after yellow car drove past.

This is NOT what he needed today.

“COME ON! I just need to get to the coffee shop and then get to work! IT’S NOT THAT DIFFICULT!” He shrieked to no-one in particular. People had started to edge around him, wide-eyed and a few looked quite scared.

Breathe; don’t get worked up, He thought to himself.

 After taking a few deep breaths, he held him arm out once again, but calmly this time. His foot started tapping impatiently as the seventh yellow cab drove past without stopping. In through your nose, out through your mouth, Kurt closed his eyes and breathed heavily once more.

“I hate mornings.” He muttered to himself. He craned his neck and opened his eyes again, ready to bitch-glare at anyone who looked at him funny. Kurt was prepared to do anything humanely possible to get a taxi to work this morning. He had not worked through 7 months of hell at the office to be fired because he was late. However, he was caught out, as when he took at step forward; he was overcome with a feeling of nausea and light headedness, before fainting dead on the pavement.

The last thing Kurt felt was a pair of firm but soft and welcoming hands grabbing him under the armpit and hearing shocked gasps before falling into complete darkness.

 


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Hello! What a nice start. I read that this is your first story, but it's quite well written! Obviously i think you should go on and develop the plot, this can be the start of something interesting. I like the way you write, although I think there are some things you can adjust (e.g. when Kurt is thinking, you should change font, or put it in italic. I'm referring to those phrases: "Damn this had better be worth it,[...] I'm expecting a bloody medal or something at the end of this year") . This way you can help the reader to understand that there's a change in the narrator. Besides, if you underline words you think are important (e.g."he was exhausted") why not apply the same tecnique to warn that some thoughts are elaborated by a character? I'd also report a little mistake in verbe tenses, you're narrating in the past tense, but in this sentence ("Thinking about it, she can't remember the last time she had fallen asleep when Kurt was actually home" )you used the present. I think now you hate me, but please believe me when I say that I like the way you write, and those are only stupid tips to improve your writing capacities. Feel free to ingore me, or to send me to hell. But if you happen to look for a beta, and you don't think I'm a bother, I'd be more than willing to provide you all the help you need!I'll track the story, if you don't mind too.Bye!

Hi!Thank you for your comments!Haha! No, of course I don't hate you! I actually like you more - you gave me tips on how to improve; which I always welcome!and I know, that's my weak spot - tenses. I'll try harder in future, and thank you for your offer to be beta! I'll consider it! :)And I was thinking the exact same thing with Kurt's thoughts, and now that someone has mentioned it, i'm going to do it straight away!Thank you!

Please continue this. I like the plot idea and am intrigued :)

I really like this! I want more JDISAODJASIODJ *O*

Haha, i'm awkwardly addicted to this story. Please continue with the quick updates.(:

Yeah, coffee date first. Then dinner, then gay bar, then drunk hand job in the back of a taxi, then you know coffee date again. Haha I should really learn to filter my thoughts.. Hmm

I loveeeee this please oh please write another chapter!!!!! :D

omg!! i luv this so much! it is the most amaing thing EVER!!!!!!!!!!!xx

Are you still writing this fic? :)