The Third Prompt Meme Post
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“You’re late.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Kurt panted as he rushed into the commons area. He’d underestimated the time it would take to shower and change back into uniform after running for so long. He hadn’t even taken the time to dry his hair, and the wet strands of his bangs hung limply against his forehead. Kurt’s legs burned, the muscles weak with overuse. It had been so long since he’d run that much. He was getting soft.
Wes fixed him with a look, and Kurt ducked his head in embarrassment as he moved to his place near the front. “It won’t happen again,” he whispered.
“See that it doesn’t, or I’m going to have to seriously question your dedication to the group.”
Kurt didn’t look up, just stared intently at his shoes. He could feel the eyes of the other boys on him, watching him, judging him. It wasn’t like he was late all the time. He’d just gotten carried away. Lost track of time. That’s all. This sort of thing happened to everyone, right?
“Okay, guys. So I know you all know the new stuff for regionals-we went over the parts in practice today, and I think that the rest of the council members would agree with me that we sounded pretty good, thanks in no small part to our wonderful lead, Mr. Blaine Anderson,” he began. The council agreed, a few of them murmuring their approval, others simply nodding their heads. A few of the other members clapped Blaine appreciatively on the shoulders and back.
Kurt smiled a little, casting quick glances at the shorter boy to his right. Blaine was so freakin' talented. He'd lead them to victory for sure. Wes continued once everyone quieted down. “But as good as our songs are, we need to work on choreography, come up with something new.”
“Wes is right,” added David. “Our biggest competition at regionals is Vocal Adrenaline, and they’re really big on complicated, well-choreographed dance numbers. Heck, even Kurt’s old team, New Directions, pulled off some killer dance moves at sectionals.” David gestured vaguely in Kurt’s direction, and Kurt felt his face blossom into a heated blush. He pulled his chin down close to his chest in embarrassment. Great job, David. Remind them again how much he didn’t fit in, why don’t you?
The older boy didn’t seem to notice Kurt’s discomfort and just kept going. “We’re an a capella group, and that’s always a plus with the judges; we’re also an all-boys group, which is unusual and tends to help out our chances in competition, but it might do to add a few new steps to our repertoire.” He smiled widely, the white of his teeth brightening up his entire face. “It can’t hurt, right?”
The boys were quiet, not a sound of disapproval. “All right, then.” Wes clapped his hands together and moved back to the front of the room. “Let’s get started.”
They did a quick run-through of the steps, council members hanging on the edges of the group to correct wrong moves and help out anyone who might be struggling. Once everyone seemed to have the basic gist of the steps down, Wes called the group to order once more. “Okay, I think we’re ready to try putting this whole thing together. Tenor ones and baritones over here and tenor twos and basses over here. Ready? Let’s go.” He snapped his fingers to set a beat and the basses came in on cue, starting up the song.
Kurt never really had much trouble dancing and singing at the same time. Well, maybe for some of the hip-hop type numbers for New Directions they didn’t really know where to put him-he wasn’t exactly the most menacing person in the world-but still, this was nothing new. He just wasn’t quite sure why he was having so much trouble now. Maybe because his part was a little too low, and he was focused more on keeping his voice from cracking than what foot he’d just put forward. Practice seemed to drag on forever.
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“Yes,” Kurt replied. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“You were really off tonight. I mean, you picked up the steps okay-you’re a pretty fast learner when it comes to choreography-but your timing was really bad when we put it all together. That, and since you were late to practice and all…you just had me worried.”
“Oh. Um, nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired. It’s not a big deal.”
Blaine lifted an eyebrow in incredulity. “Make sure it isn’t. You’re right up front in this number. Everyone can see you, so any wrong move you make is a bad reflection on the group. Why don’t you get yourself some sleep? I can run through this song with you in the morning if you want. You know, since you seem to be having trouble with it.”
Kurt nodded, keeping his eyes low. “Yeah, okay. That would be great. That’s…that’s really nice of you. Um, what time should I-?”
“How about seven? I don’t have class tomorrow until nine, so that should give us plenty of time to go over everything.”
“Actually, that won’t work for me. I have a class at-”
“Great. I’ll meet you here.” He winked at Kurt as he walked away. “Don’t be late.”
Kurt stood there in the nearly empty room until the last boy filtered out and he was alone. He sighed and flopped down onto one of the room’s scarlet couches, slumping down low over his knees. He should go up to his room, get to work on his homework. He was behind enough already without him putting anything off, but he was so tired. All that running and dancing had really taken it out of him.
He looked at the grandfather clock against the far wall. It was almost nine o’clock. He really should head upstairs. Curfew was fast approaching anyway. He really didn’t need another mark on his record for getting caught outside his room after dark.
He stood and his legs burned from overuse. All the dancing, though not overly strenuous, had been a little too much after running. He rubbed his thighs and straightened. “Just suck it up, Kurt,” he whispered to himself. “This isn’t too bad. You can do this.” He breathed in deep as he rounded the corner to the stairs leading up to the dorms. The steps loomed before him like a mountain. He heaved out a sigh and began his intrepid trek upwards.
His legs burned and his still damp hair was uncomfortable on his neck and forehead. He was going to need another shower. Might as well get that out of the way first. It would help his skin, if nothing else. Might help him concentrate on his homework too.
“Come on, Kurt. You can do this,” he huffed quietly to himself as he climbed up that stairs. “Besides, all this work will help your butt look fantastic.”
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