May 5, 2013, 2:32 p.m.
Tomorrow: Chapter 1
M - Words: 401 - Last Updated: May 05, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 21/? - Created: Jan 08, 2013 - Updated: May 05, 2013 808 0 0 0 0
"Do you, Kurt Hummel, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in..." BEEP BEEP BEEP
Kurt groaned and rolled on his side, hitting his alarm clock to turn it off. He reluctantly left his warm bed and stumbled into the shower. He washed himself quickly, got out, and began his morning routine.
An hour later, he left his room, immaculately dressed an hair perfectly coiffed. Glancing at the time, he decided to stop at the Lima Bean. He started coffee for his father and stepbrother, who would only wake up at the last possible moment.
As Kurt drove to the Lima Bean, he thought about his dream. Though it was his greatest wish to be legally married to a man, it bothered him that his dream husband was a nameless, faceless stranger. He shook his head, erasing all thoughts of the dream, and get out of the car. As he walked into the Lima Bean, the barista smiled and rang him up, already knowing what his order would be. Kurt smiled back, paid, and grabbed his cup, relishing the warm feeling in his hands.
He drove to school slowly, wishing more than anything that he was already in New York. Shortly after he parked, there was a loud knock on his window. Kurt looked over, smiling slightly when he saw his best friend Mercedes grinning at him. He grabbed his bag and coffee, mentally preparing for a day of hell.
They were walking down the hallway when Mercedes suddenly stopped talking.
"Who is that?" She asked, looking toward the lockers.
"Who?" Kurt said, following her gaze.
Then he saw who she was talking about. A boy,short, wearing ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. Dark, unruly curls sprang from his head.
"Must be a new boy," Mercedes said, losing interest.
Kurt tore his eyes away from the new boy just in time to see a wave of red ice heading towards his face. He yelped as the liquid hit his face, his cheeks going numb instantly. He didn't feel the cold though. He didn't hear Mercedes yelling at the jocks who threw the slushy or the jocks laughing as they walked away. The only thing Kurt registered was the look of shock on the new boy's face. The shock turned to pity as Kurt met his eyes.
Ashamed, Kurt stormed into the nearest restroom to begin the task of cleaning up.