Chapter XII.

The day was a cloudy one. The world seemed asleep; neither whistle of the wind nor the cry of a crow could be heard in the desolate streets Blaine travelled along, leather messenger bag full of fliers slung across his body.

It was unnerving, the world being so lifeless, especially after the last town they were in ( Read more... )

Chapter XI.

“Oh my god!” Kurt exclaimed, hands flying to his stubbed left foot. He hopped around a little in the grass, trying to breathe through the throbbing pain emitting from his big toe. ‘Okay, ask help when putting up tents.’ He gingerly placed his foot back down as an amused Blaine walked up to him from his own tent positioned a ways away.

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Chapter X.

“Hey Kurt!” Mercedes yelled. “We’re driving this one!” She laughed as she watched Kurt look around for his ride. His hair was slightly disheveled; brown strands highlighted with copper in the bright sun- the product of getting up too freakin’ early in the morning without time to properly style his hair.

It was a beautiful ( Read more... )

The practice room was absolutely silent, void of the sound of lilting melodies, light banter, warming harmonies, and patter of dancing feet that it usually heard on busier days of the week. But it was Friday and the room was empty and quiet. The warm sunlight brightened the floors and the walls and glistened off of the baby grand piano that sat in ( Read more... )

Chapter IX.

Blaine’s brow was furrowed with distress. What was taking Kurt so long? He hoped everything was alright. He took another slurp of his raspberry chocolate swirl, savoring the sweet and bitter flavors as they tingled tantalizingly on his taste buds. Mercedes seemed to be thinking the same thing as Blaine. She rapped her nails impatiently ( Read more... )

Chapter VIII.

Mercedes observed Blaine as they patiently sat in chairs outside one of the many circus tents, waiting on Kurt to arrive at their established meeting point. Well, Mercedes waited patiently. Blaine’s left knee was bouncing rapidly up and down and his arms were crossed, pressed firmly against his chest. Mercedes honestly ( Read more... )

Chapter VII.

A sigh was the only sound that penetrated the smothering silence in the small tent. The light of a late morning sun illuminated the rust-colored fabric, the shadows of trees from the outside imprinting themselves against its surface. A bird or two chirped before the sound of rustling wings could be heard. Then the sound of ( Read more... )

Chapter VI.

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. He. Couldn’t. Do. This. Kurt tried to control his increasingly erratic breathing as he stood in the back of the big top tent. He’d been fine earlier that day, accompanying Mercedes on a stroll around the circus as people began to file in, watching in amazement and amusement as others ( Read more... )

Chapter V.

Will smiled happily to himself, twirling his golden cane expertly around his index finger. Everything was going splendidly.

He’d just checked on Mike practicing with the new aerialist, Kurt. He seemed to be learning quickly, and anything he wasn’t getting he was practicing relentlessly until he got it right. Will ( Read more... )

Chapter IV.

Kurt marveled at how fast it took the crew and cast members to set up all of the tents and booths. In no time at all the circus was set up and ready to go- the red and gold big top standing as the main attraction in the sea of lights and bright colors. He had offered his help only to have everyone politely decline ( Read more... )