doves with a bent for spirals (snippet)
It’s no surprise to anyone that Kurt gets called in for an audition; so when his acceptance letter for the coveted spot in the NYADA freshman class of 2012 arrives, New Directions have already planned a congratulatory party for Kurt and Rachel (who was accepted as well, of course). Kurt sits on a ratty old couch in Rachel’s basement and watches his friends fall over all around him, singing and laughing too-loud for the tall, echoing room. The drink in his hand is more ice than alcohol, but each sip still warms him all over; his future roommate is stumbling around the make-shift stage, belting out another 80’s power ballad and pumping her fist in the air. The future is a certain, tangible thing and for the first time in his life he’s almost close enough to reach out and touch it, pull it close. He sends a makeshift prayer, then, to whoever might be listening for things to please always be this safe.
Everyone falls asleep in stages, curled around each other on the floor and Kurt can feel the world shifting around him, more pronounced than the usual haziness of being drunk. He feels shaken, a worried itch under his skin, and falls asleep with a steady mantra of nothing gold can stay running on a loop around his head.