fic - Thursdays and I have a history. (4/?)
Title: Thursdays and I have a history. (4/?)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: approx. 4030
Spoilers: up to AVGC
Summary: The breaking and subsequent making of Kurt Hummel. Follows him through high school, college, and the basic sense of growing up.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Hi everyone! I just want to say, those of you keeping up with this story, you're beautiful. And I love you. And thank you.
And a big thank you to my beta, lextempus!
"Introductory meeting on Wednesday! Bring your friends!" Artie cries out helpfully as he passes a flier promoting New Directions to a shy freshman.
"I don't have any," the lanky boy says almost too quietly to be heard. He blinks shyly and then smiles repentantly as though he thought being alone was something to apologize for.
A hint of a smile comes to surface on Kurt's best bitch face as he thinks of a time when that statement would have been unbearably true for him.
"Then you'll make some."
(&)
This time when they win Sectionals, Blaine isn't there to hug him.
It's still a victory, but it doesn't taste as sweet.
He presses his fingers into the piano keys, his skin peach and pink against the solid ivory and black. His voice echoes in the auditorium, loud and lonely as he practices for Mr. Schue's weekly project.
What good would the moon be unless the right one shared its beams? What good would dreams come true be if love wasn't in those dreams?
This whole "moving on" bit is harder than he anticipated.
Everyone takes turns warming up in the small practice room, waiting for their turn to perform at Regionals, while Kurt stands backstage.
"He's not out there."
Kurt looks to his side and finds Mercedes smiling sadly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
His hand drops from where he had been holding the crimson curtain back and turns his head away from where it had been facing the audience, scanning the crowds for a curly-haired someone.
(&)
Kurt finds himself swept up in a bone-crushing hug as Puck grabs him and screams excited profanities into his ear. He looks past Rachel who is practically sobbing with joy into Finn's shoulder beside him and sees the Warblers looking dignified even in their defeat.
No one, it seems, is better off without Blaine.
I wish I knew how…
Your eyes are like starlight now.
…to break this spell.
Kurt wipes away his tears before changing the radio station abruptly.
"We're going to win, we're going to win, we're going to win," Rachel mutters over and over, a frantic mantra as she paces back and forth backstage.
Finn catches Kurt's glance and rolls his eyes affectionately before silencing Rachel with a kiss. His hands holding hers to his chest, he whispers, "We're going to have fun."
And even though it was meant for Rachel, Kurt carries that message with him onstage.
(&)
The lights shine too bright to see anyone past the front row and the music pulsates around them on the stage as their voices swell together in perfect accord. Mercedes' voice surrounds him on stage as he takes his cue to move center and dance.
As he belts out his one and only solo he's ever been given to perform, his hips shake so fiercely that it's just this side of gyrating.
In the glow of the moment, Kurt knows this is the best he's ever performed.
(&)
As it turns out, both Rachel and Finn were right.
"You guys really deserve this," Mr. Schue congratulates, tears brimming in his proud eyes as he holds up the trophy.
It's been about more than a trophy for a while now, Kurt thinks.