magic markers.
So here's what you missed on Glee:
Kurt's still really into Blaine, while Blaine doesn't really know what he wants and even got his mack on with Rachel, although locking lips with her seems to have put him back on the right team. Blaine's discovered that Kurt's idea of getting his sexy on looks more like someone holding back a lot of gas, and Burt's collected a slew of pamphlets to try and educate his son, but Kurt's still showing resistance. Both the New Directions and the Warblers are preparing for Regionals, but the Warblers are looking more like Blaine and the Pips by the day, and we don't think Kurt's too happy about that.
And that's what you missed on... Glee!
Although Kurt would have certainly preferred to spend the day working on a Judy Garland number adapted for the Warblers, he could understand the club's enthusiasm and Blaine's eagerness to use Top 40 hits to appeal to a mass audience. Maroon 5 was, all things considered, a band that saw remarkable success given their lackluster quality in live performances, and Kurt could only imagine that the Warblers' charm and tailored uniforms would add to the effect. But as he sat on the bench, feeling the ground move under his feet and hearing the fists of his classmates pounding on the tables, his mind couldn't keep from repeating a single thought, time and time again: this song was just more of the same.
Among all of the Warblers, there was one young man who stood out from the rest, with ineffable charm and the ability to capture an audience with every single note. But for all that Kurt appreciated finally being able to discuss the finer details in life with someone over a Grande non-fat Mocha, he couldn't help thinking back to the New Directions every single time the Warblers met for practice, and how much stronger their little band of misfits was for the way they showcased each individual member's strengths. Brittany and Mike were fantastic dancers, Mercedes could belt them out as well as Aretha herself, Tina's voice had an unmatched clarity, Quinn and Sam's voices were sweet enough to give anyone a toothache, and Kurt would be lying if he said that he'd never envied Rachel's ability to carry a Broadway tune. In the Warblers, however, Blaine was given so many solos that Kurt had started to feel that his voice was becoming white noise in the background. Yes, he was jealous. Yes, he was a little resentful of the fact that every suggestion of his was shot down without a second thought. But what was there to do?
He wasn't on his home turf.
It took a few seconds before Kurt quickly began to realize that the pounding had stopped. The white noise was gone. And when Kurt looked up, all of the intricate wooden molding had disappeared, paintings and chandeliers nowhere to be seen. A quick glance down to his hand revealed that Kurt was still sitting on the same bench as before, his messenger bag threatening to slip over the edge. (Pavarotti's cage, however, was notably missing.) He froze.
"Oh no," he breathed. "No, no. I don't know if Eli finally managed to clock me in the head with his overeager dancing, or if this is just because I spent too many hours with the Magic Markers for my diorama on Louis the Second, but- but it needs to stop now." He glanced around imploringly, nails digging into the fine leather upholstery as he noticed a jukebox playing in the background. Maroon 5.
"Or maybe it's a dream," Kurt reassured himself, sighing softly through his teeth. "Although really, world? A crappy jukebox and a worn sofa? The least you could have done was dropped me off at Seattle Grace."
Kurt's still really into Blaine, while Blaine doesn't really know what he wants and even got his mack on with Rachel, although locking lips with her seems to have put him back on the right team. Blaine's discovered that Kurt's idea of getting his sexy on looks more like someone holding back a lot of gas, and Burt's collected a slew of pamphlets to try and educate his son, but Kurt's still showing resistance. Both the New Directions and the Warblers are preparing for Regionals, but the Warblers are looking more like Blaine and the Pips by the day, and we don't think Kurt's too happy about that.
And that's what you missed on... Glee!
Although Kurt would have certainly preferred to spend the day working on a Judy Garland number adapted for the Warblers, he could understand the club's enthusiasm and Blaine's eagerness to use Top 40 hits to appeal to a mass audience. Maroon 5 was, all things considered, a band that saw remarkable success given their lackluster quality in live performances, and Kurt could only imagine that the Warblers' charm and tailored uniforms would add to the effect. But as he sat on the bench, feeling the ground move under his feet and hearing the fists of his classmates pounding on the tables, his mind couldn't keep from repeating a single thought, time and time again: this song was just more of the same.
Among all of the Warblers, there was one young man who stood out from the rest, with ineffable charm and the ability to capture an audience with every single note. But for all that Kurt appreciated finally being able to discuss the finer details in life with someone over a Grande non-fat Mocha, he couldn't help thinking back to the New Directions every single time the Warblers met for practice, and how much stronger their little band of misfits was for the way they showcased each individual member's strengths. Brittany and Mike were fantastic dancers, Mercedes could belt them out as well as Aretha herself, Tina's voice had an unmatched clarity, Quinn and Sam's voices were sweet enough to give anyone a toothache, and Kurt would be lying if he said that he'd never envied Rachel's ability to carry a Broadway tune. In the Warblers, however, Blaine was given so many solos that Kurt had started to feel that his voice was becoming white noise in the background. Yes, he was jealous. Yes, he was a little resentful of the fact that every suggestion of his was shot down without a second thought. But what was there to do?
He wasn't on his home turf.
It took a few seconds before Kurt quickly began to realize that the pounding had stopped. The white noise was gone. And when Kurt looked up, all of the intricate wooden molding had disappeared, paintings and chandeliers nowhere to be seen. A quick glance down to his hand revealed that Kurt was still sitting on the same bench as before, his messenger bag threatening to slip over the edge. (Pavarotti's cage, however, was notably missing.) He froze.
"Oh no," he breathed. "No, no. I don't know if Eli finally managed to clock me in the head with his overeager dancing, or if this is just because I spent too many hours with the Magic Markers for my diorama on Louis the Second, but- but it needs to stop now." He glanced around imploringly, nails digging into the fine leather upholstery as he noticed a jukebox playing in the background. Maroon 5.
"Or maybe it's a dream," Kurt reassured himself, sighing softly through his teeth. "Although really, world? A crappy jukebox and a worn sofa? The least you could have done was dropped me off at Seattle Grace."