fic - Thursdays and I have a history. (9/?)
Title: Thursdays and I have a history. (9/?)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: approx. 6754
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.
And a big thank you to my beta, lextempus!
Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Chapter Seven / Chapter Eight
When mentally counting to ten no longer mollifies him, Kurt finds himself clenching his fists against his desktop and glaring up at Rachel in the confines of his cramped dorm.
"Next time you wonder why people say they want to shove a sock down your throat, I hope you remember this moment!"
Rachel pauses in her thirty-seven minute long rant about how she should have been cast as more than just an ensemble member to blink rapidly at Kurt, her doe eyes wide and downcast.
Taking advantage of her momentary silence, he arches an eyebrow and continues at a quieter tone that still carries a cold edge.
"You were a big fish in a small pond back in Lima, sweetheart. You can't expect all the leads here. And maybe next time you'll have more than just a smattering of tact to understand that perhaps it's best not to complain about your role in a musical to someone who didn't get cast."
Rachel is quiet for a long time after his speech which makes him think that maybe she does have a bit more tact than he gives her credit for.
(&)
Opening night, he's the first one to hand Rachel a bouquet of yellow roses. He's also the first one to remind her to keep up a brave face when everyone forgets her in favor of the senior girl cast in the main role.
When Regan asks him on a date, Kurt hesitates a moment before smiling gently and saying yes.
Regan's eyes are strikingly not hazel, but maybe Kurt could learn to love blue.
Nature vs. Nurture:
or, why I was born gay but grew up to be fabulous
The title reads back at him from where the paper lays on Professor Kantra's desk. Kurt adjusts his bangs, careful to keep the nervous twitch out of his hand when his teacher glances down at the paper.
"Good work, Mr. Hummel. You've come a long way from the student who tried to glare at me on the first day."
All nervousness aside, Kurt hums with pride.