Chapter 5.

Bowties;

I didn't really allow myself on social net sites simply for the hate mail I'd recieve. I had my own blog though, I was pretty sure no one from school would find it. I clicked up onto the note post and started typing out the question of the day.

"Have you ever looked at your life and question why you don't live the person you are?"

I lent against my bedpost and sighed. 

"Dinner will be half an hour" Dad called.

"Sure" I replied as the little popup message screened, Someone had liked my post. No unusual for this to happen but it still made me happy when it did. It meant I was being listened too. 

Bowties has liked your post.

Bowties has replied to your post.

"There is no point why you should live your life as an actor, be the director.''

I tilted my head at the screen, how ever I never normally got post replies. I bought my laptop back onto my lap and started typing out my reply. 

"The director seems to be taking time off as my life is running of the rails."

I sighed but the popup message was almost instant.

"Then don't you think its time to switch from train to foot?"

I squinted as I tried to figure out the meaning, typing my fingers along the keys. "No where I want to go with my life is in walking distance"

This bowties was a fast typer. 

"Then grow some wings, Kurt" 

Who ever it was knew my name and the very thought of that made my heart pump to my stomach. 

"Dinner, Kurt" Dad shouted. 

I pushed the laptop away from me, I could smell the chicken from where I was. My stomach grumbled but the sickness followed. 

"You've not eaten properly in a while" Dad said attacking his own dinner.  "You alright?" He asked.

I put myhands over my face, "I'm fine" I ran them over my eyes and picked up the fork.  I slowly started eating, the chicken tasted good and my mouth watered. "This is good" I complimented, wiping my face with my hand.

"Your mothers favourite" He agreed. 

"Mum had good taste" I said with my mouthful and took another bite.

"She was good at cooking the food too eh?"

"Yeah but you've done a good job" I nodded.

"really?" His smile shone.

"Yup" I said putting my fork down. "I'm stuffed, thanks dad" I got up from the table. "Do you mind if I go and finish my work though? I'll come wash up in a bit." 

"Don't worry about it, I've got it. Go be a teenager" He smirked, taking my plate on top of his. 

I grinned. "Thanks dad" 

I bought the camera up, the blog open in the background.

Bowties;

I hope I didn't upset you with my comment.

I frowned, typing.

Kurt says:

Not at all. Opinions are important to me. Yours was neither insulting or complimentary.

Bowties is writing...

I turned the camera on and smiled. "I'm Kurt Hummel and I'll be singing Single Ladies by Beyonce." I nodded and licked my lips taking a breath I let the song take over my body, Once I'd pictured mum dancing, that was it. I was up, I remembered every move, every smile and timing was right, by the end of it, my breath was rough. "Thank you" I smiled and posed, turning the camera off.

Bowties; says:

 I don't think you should hide who you are. No one should. We should embrace it instead of walking around like toy sodiers.

Kurt says: 

I complety understand your point of view and agree with it, but no one has your understanding.

Bowies; says: what is it that you're hiding?

I stared at the question and even begun to type the answer. "I like guys.." I deleted it and signed off with a sigh. 

The video was uploaded to my blog in seconds, I stopped and breathed. Even Rachel didn't know about my blog, I kept it that way. Secret.