For a minute there, I lost myself
It was music. I backtracked, wandering through the dark halls of William McKinley High School. I wasn’t supposed to be in here, it was after hours, but football practice had just ended and I’d left something in my school locker. I figured, it couldn’t hurt, right? The halls were spooky with no one in them, my skin crawled as I squinted to see the numbers on the lock in the dark. I turned the dial, putting in the combination, and grabbed the little box I’d meant to give to Quinn. I’d missed my chance, I would have to do it tomorrow. But I had to do it soon.
That’s when I heard it, a soft, beautiful song on the piano, coming from the choir room, and I couldn’t keep my feet from moving toward it. And the voice that accompanied it! I knew that voice. I’d heard it before, enough times to know that this was where I should turn back, that I should just leave. Get in my truck, drive home, try to tune out that voice for the rest of my life. But I couldn’t, I was drawn in like a moth to a flame and I stood outside that door and I watched him. I watched him play and sing and dance for what felt to me like hours, I couldn’t look away. And for a minute there, I lost myself. I forgot what it was I wanted to be. The reputation I’d been trying so hard to build for myself seemed trivial. My abs, my quarterback position, my soon-to-be girlfriend. It didn’t matter because there was him and there was me, separated by a door and nothing else. I lost myself in his voice, in the rhythm of his hips, in the sound of the piano playing a song I’d never even heard before. His lips, his beautiful sea-blue eyes, his perfect hair. That expression on his face, so distant and yet so full of emotion. I lost myself.
a sam/kurt drabble
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