Aug. 25, 2011, 6:48 a.m.
Stories of the Dormitories: Chapter 5
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It was Wednesday, classes were out for the day and Kurt was about to audition for the Warblers. Travis had helped Kurt all through the past two days find a song to audition with. During this process, Kurt discovered Travis' voice. It was amazing, it had incredible with range and a hint of raspyness that would make anyone swoon. Kurt was convinced that this boy was utterly perfect. Thank Gaga, he didn't have feelings for Blaine, because Kurt wouldn't have a chance.
The pair had spent so much time together during the past couple days Kurt had practically abandoned everyone else. Mercedes had called multiple time with no answer from Kurt. He had been so busy trying to find the perfect song and dealing with the heaps of homework and new books he hadn't had time to gossip with her. He would just shoot off a random text apologizing and go back to his new Dalton life. He felt horrible but he promised himself that this weekend he would hang out with her.
Kurt shook his head and continued on into the hall. He had first seen it when a dapper dark-haired boy grabbed his hand and led him through a shortcut to show Kurt some "rockstars" that went to the school. That same dapper boy then happened to be the lead singer of the Warblers, boy was Kurt surprised at that. The hall was already fill with boys. They were lounging on the couches chatting and laughing waiting for practice to begin. There were a few Kurt recognized, like Sandro sitting back in the corner on a dark chair laughing with a few other boys. He couldn't spot Travis or Blaine anywhere. The council who was made up of Wes, David and Thad were hovered around their desk talking quietly to one another.
Kurt started to panic. He was here. He was about to audition. What if they didn't like him? What if he didn't get in? What else would he do in his free time? Hundreds of worries flashed through his mind and he started breathing more rapidly. A hand settled on his shoulder and he jumped in surprise, "Kurt, stop thinking how they aren't going to like you. They are going to love you, it's hard not to." Blaine's voice was calming but Kurt blushed at the words. He turned and smiled at the shorter boy. Blaine grinned back, "Calm down. You will be fine."
"Thanks, Blaine." Kurt took another deep breath. Okay, Kurt, calm down. You can do this. Kurt gave himself a mini pep talk in his head. Just when he thought he had himself under control Blaine grabbed his hand.
"Come on, you can sit by me until they are ready for you." Kurt was led to a long dark-colored couch and his heart started to race again. Blaine needed to stop having this affect on him. It wasn't going to happen, Blaine wasn't interested. Blaine sat down and Kurt managed to squeeze in next to him. He tried not to notice how their knees brushed each other.
They sat there for a moment while everyone chatted around them. Blaine looked down and Kurt followed his gaze, their hands were still linked together. Blaine blushed and quickly slipped his hand out of Kurt's, "Sorry." Kurt's face fell at the sudden disappearance of the other boy's hand.
"It's fine," Kurt muttered back and smiled. Blaine smiled and opened his mouth to say something else when a gavel was heard and Wes was instructing everyone to quiet down. The door opened a crack and Travis slipped in. His eyes found Kurt, he waved and grinned before finding a seat on the couch across from Kurt. Travis pointed to Blaine then to Kurt, he made an obscene humping gesture and Kurt blushed furiously. He stole a glance at Blaine, who happened to be not looking. Kurt let out a sigh of relief. He glared at Travis and pretended to have an itch on his forehead. Kurt scratched it with just his middle finger. Travis' mouth fell open, as he faked horror. Kurt rolled his eyes and looked back to the council. They were talking, he needed to pay attention.
"So today we have one, Kurt Hummel, auditioning for the Warblers. And I heard that his voice is something we need," David boomed and the room was filled with clapping and enthusiastic grins aiming at Kurt, who blushed a little as David continued, "Now, come up here Kurt and when you're ready you may start."
Kurt's breath quickened, this was it. It was the moment of truth. A warm hand fell on his back and he smiled down at Blaine as he got up and walked to the front of the room, head held high. He turned and faced his audience, he smiled brightly, took a deep breath and began to sing.
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
His voice was soft and low and he saw multiple mouths drop open and a few smile. Travis had told Kurt to start soft, capture the attention then break out when it was time.
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
His voice remained soft and he almost whispered 'react'. Kurt started to bubble with excitement seeing the looks on the boys faces. They were captivated. Kurt was loving it.
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Kurt picked up the volume a notch, his voice becoming stronger with each word. The ones who knew the song perched on the edge of their seats, waiting to see if he could nail the chorus and the notes that came with it. Hell yes, he could. Kurt always turned into a cocky son of a bitch when he sang solos.
Take this sinking boat
And point it home
We've still got time
Kurt's voice soared high and loud. It was clear and perfect. Kurt knew it, he got this. He swiveled his eyes around the room. Travis flashed him a thumbs up, Sandro was sitting in the corner still mouth open and Blaine was just sitting on the couch, smirking like a smug asshole. Blaine knew Kurt was amazing and he was so happy for him. Kurt looked completely at ease standing there singing. It was his destiny, to be a star. Kurt's eyes sparkled as continued to sing.
Raise your hopeful voice
You have a choice
You've made it now
Kurt rounded out the chorus with passion and enthusiasm. His eyes lingered on Blaine's when he started to go into the next voice. He wanted Blaine to hear what he was singing. Really hear it, because Kurt meant it. Kurt was falling for Blaine, although not very slowly. Blaine's eyes stayed on his and Kurt willed him with every fiber of his being to listen. Please, just listen.
Falling slowly eyes that know me
And I cant go back
And moods that take me and erase me
And I'll paint it black
Kurt belted out another chorus and ended the song, tears managing to fill his eyes. Since when did he turn into Rachel Berry? The room exploded into applause and cheers. Blaine was looking up at him and his mouth turned upwards into a soft smile as he excitedly clapped his hands. Kurt grinned at everyone and wiped the moisture from his eyes before sitting back beside Blaine. Blaine grabbed onto him and pulled him into a hug, "I knew you could do it. That was awesome!" The hug lasted for a little longer than necessary but Kurt didn't mind. He could hug Blaine forever and do other things, but this was not the place to think about such encounters.
Wes spoke up, "Well, based on your reactions I can already see the outcome but you all must vote. Just simply write a yes or no on your paper and hand them to Thad as he walks around and collects them." Wes shot Kurt a grin and a nod. Kurt nodded back and turned to look at Travis. He had written a very clear YES! with a black sharpie on his paper. Kurt laughed at his friend who just smiled and handed his paper to Thad. A couple minutes later, Kurt had become a Warbler. He received too many congratulations to count. But Kurt was thankful, and surprised he had made it in. Blaine gave him a, 'I told you so', look and Kurt lightly punched his arm.
Later that night and after a very successful Warblers practice Kurt walked into his room. He saw the same thing he saw every night, Travis sitting cross-legged on his bed painting his thumb nail with a shiny black polish. Every night, Kurt wanted to ask why he did that, what the story was. But Kurt didn't dare speak a word, it was obviously something personal and Kurt didn't want to be nosy. Instead he would just walk over to his own bed and grab his moisturizer basket and head towards the bathroom to start his routine. Tonight as he reached the bathroom door he heard a soft, "Doll?"
Kurt turned with the basket still in his hand, "Yes?" Travis was looking down at his painted thumb nail and gestured for Kurt to come to him. Kurt sat down the basket and headed over to the very sad looking boy.
"Thank you for not asking about this," Travis took hold of Kurt's hand and squeezed. Kurt nodded as he was pulled down to the bed. He sat next to him and Travis continued to talk, "But I'm going to tell you anyway."
"No, you don't have to-" Kurt was cut off by a hand held up in face.
"I want to. Now, about four years ago, my seven year old sister passed away," Kurt could see Travis swallow as tears just rimmed his eyes, but he continued, "Before she left I let her paint my thumb black. She was always bugging me and saying she wanted to do my nails. So I let in and let her do this one." Travis held up his thumb for Kurt. "Now I paint it so every day I look down and remember her." A tear streamed down Travis' tan cheek and he wiped it away with a single finger before sniffling quietly.
Kurt did what any sensible person would do, he grabbed hold of the boy next to him and pulled him into a tight hug. Kurt even had to wipe tears from his eyes behind Travis' back. "I'm so sorry. You didn't have to tell me that."
"But I did. You are an amazing friend Kurt and I haven't even known you for a week," Travis pulled away and grabbed Kurt by the shoulders, his eyes were still red-rimmed. "Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't brilliant."
Kurt started to tear up again. "Damn you Travis," he said, wiping at his face and letting out a choked chuckle. "Thank you though. You are not too bad yourself."
"Aw, Porce Baby, don't cry!" Travis squealed.
"Porce Baby?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Yep," the tan boy lifted his head and smiled, proud of himself.
"Oh, Gaga. Please help me with this one," Kurt jerked his thumb towards Travis and pushed himself off the bed to go moisturize.
The following weeks were brutal. Kurt had school, then Warbler practice, then homework until he fell asleep and the next day it started all over again. It was the never-ending cycle. Kurt quite liked the academic challenge but he was exhausted. He needed a day to relax. It looked like it was going to come sooner than he thought.
It was a Saturday morning and Kurt had just woken up. He sat up in bed, stretched and looked over to where Travis was still sleeping. The sunlight was streaming in from his window creating stripes and patterns on his bed. Kurt reached up to rub the sleep from his ocean eyes and the door to their room burst open. I guess no one bothered to lock that, Kurt thought.
"Travis! Kurt! Get your asses out of bed!" Sandro yelled and stormed into their room. Kurt had gotten fairly comfortable with Sandro the past couple weeks. He was actually a great guy when he wasn't being completely raunchy and gross.
"Why?" Kurt asked in an exasperated tone. Sandro glared at him for a moment his green eyes piercing into Kurt's.
Sandro opened his mouth to snap at Kurt when, "South House party tonight!" Blaine ran down the hallway hollering.
"That's why," Sandro said sharply nodding his head toward Blaine who Kurt could still hear yelling down the hall.
"How the hell does that boy have so much energy in the morning?" Kurt groaned before flopping back down on the bed.
"Maybe, because he isn't a lazy ass like you," Sandro snapped and smiled at himself.
"Hey, at least I'm awake. Not like that loser over there," Kurt pointed in the general direction of Travis' still sleeping body.
"God, he sleeps like a fucking rock, doesn't he?" Sandro said as he wandered over to Travis' bed, inspecting the dark-haired boy.
"Uh-huh," Kurt muttered sitting back up to watch Sandro. Couldn't he just be gay? For Travis' sake? Come one, just look at them! They are so adorable. Kurt freaked out majorly in his head as Sandro sat down next to Travis on his bed. Travis made a small noise and Sandro couldn't help but smile. Kurt slid his legs over the edge of the bed and heaved himself up, groaning along the way. He decided to leave Sandro along and head into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After a shower and some hair styling and moisturizing Kurt made his way out of the bathroom and he was shocked at what he saw. Sandro was on the other side of Travis' bed under the covers, asleep. Travis stirred a bit and moved towards Sandro placing his head on the blonde boy's chest who in return wrapped an arm around Travis. Kurt did and audible aw and went back to his side of the room. He decided to take a picture on his phone, he would send it to Travis later. Travis was going to freak when he found out what happened. Then he's going to be pissed because he was asleep and didn't remember a thing.
So there was going to be a house party tonight. Blaine had told Kurt all about these. There was alcohol, everyone got trashed and there was horrible karaoke, dancing, stupid pranks and dumb party games. They lasted until the next morning. All the doors leading outside were locked so no one could leave and jump in their cars. It was supposed to be supervised by Robert but he usually just joined in the fun or went to bed. Kurt was nervous for a few reasons.
First off, he didn't really know how he was going to act drunk. Kurt's had a few drinks before but never enough to get him completely wasted. He didn't know if he would be able to control himself. Secondly, Kurt didn't know how Blaine was going to act drunk. But it should be a fun sight to see. And last but not least, what if he did something he would regret? What if he blurted out his love in front of everyone? What if he was forced to do something with Blaine during one of those dumb party games? What if he couldn't stop himself from doing more? He needed to pull himself together. Maybe, he wouldn't drink. That's it, Kurt Hummel was not going to have one single drink at this party.
Midnight strolled around and Kurt Hummel was already tipsy. Fuck.