dorothy's slippers.

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So here's what you missed on Glee:

Puck and Santana have been stranded on an island that kind of reminds them of Lost, except without the cool polar bears and the smoke monster, and both of them are missing home and feeling way out of their league, even if neither will admit to it. ( "Not your type of party, is it?" "If I say no, you're going to

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Roger had just been passing through. He was tired, and five seconds ago, he didn't think he would have stopped for anything, but he does stop. At first, it's the structure of the melody -- both beautiful and haunting -- and then it's the voice. It propels him to the doorway where for a second, he's shocked to see it's a male that had been singing. Then he's listening and it doesn't matter anymore. His voice is pure, experienced, and most importantly, tonally flawless. Roger can't seem to imagine any guitar line he's ever written backing that voice, but he can definitely hear Maureen being just a little jealous.

He doesn't realize it's been several minutes, but the song ends, and Roger applauds softly, not trying to be either a creep or a dick. "That was great," Roger says, sounding almost humbled by it.

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If there's any part of Kurt which has finally caved to the notion that he is, indeed, stuck on a magical island with no known way off, it immediately vanishes as he turns to find none other than Adam Pascal leaning against a doorway. Applauding his singing. Admittedly, looking a little thinner than Kurt remembers him appearing in recent years, but no less amazing and awe-inspiring for it, and it takes a few seconds for him to fight off the very real temptation to get down on his knees in front of the guy and... basically embarrass himself beyond recovery.

(He's already a little dizzy, and his cheeks feel far warmer than they should in the nice, air-conditioned temperature of the rec room.)

"Jesus in a handbag," he breathes, fanning himself with both hands and fighting down the urge to squeal. "Adam Pascal, I am... your biggest fan."

Yeah, no way this isn't a dream. But that doesn't mean that he can't enjoy the moment anyway.

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Oh, okay.

He doesn't know who Adam Pascal is, but he can make a few educated guesses. Either he's another character like Trumper, or he's whatever face that they all have in common. An actor, probably. Either way, he's done putting thought into it.

"I'm Roger," he corrects, not wanting to disappoint the kid, but what else can he do?

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While Kurt likes to think that he has a decent understanding of his own subconscious, the decision to bring in Roger Davis rather than Adam Pascal isn't one that hits him straight away with anything other than deep confusion. Kurt blinks for a few seconds, tilting his head (sometimes even just a different visual perspective helps ideas form and inspiration strike), but to no avail. He's no less starstruck, of course, because background aside, the man standing in front of him is surely just as talented. His lips curve back into the smile soon enough.

"...Davis, right?" he asks, throwing caution to the wind. Doesn't matter what Puck says; there exist strange phenomena, and then there exists the impossible. "I'm Kurt Hummel." He holds his hand out for a shake. It seems a little more dignified than hugs from a stranger.

"Pleased to meet you."

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"Yeah," Roger says, his grin widening. If he knows his name, then he is a fan in whatever capacity, and that means that Roger likes him already. So much so that he shakes his hand enthusiastically, grinning that rockstar grin ear to ear.

"Same, Kurt." He's cute. In a cupie doll kind of way, but still cute. Young as hell and probably really, really gay, all of which are things that never surprise him, anymore. "So, how long you been here?"

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And there that smile is at last, the one that Kurt knows sends both men and women alike swooning, an effect only compounded whenever the man opens his mouth to sing. Already, he can feel his breath going a little shallow- short of meeting Barbra Streisand, this is about as good as it gets- and his smile is so wide that he can feel his cheeks aching from the effort. It dampens, slightly, when he remembers the things that distinguish Roger from Adam, details that he wonders about, whether or not they still apply here on a magical island. The slightly wan look in the other man's face suggests so.

But being on this island at all is a dream, isn't it? In dreams, anything can become reality.

"Three days," he answers, a little breathless and twice as foolish. "Just three days, so I guess I'm still fresh-faced and new. Don't really have any idea what to expect."

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Oh. Immediately, Roger doesn't want to tell Kurt how long he's been there, though as the smile slips from his face, it's easy to imagine. It's just one faltered step, though, and when he attempts to recover, though feeble, it does count as one of the kinder things Roger's done in some time. For some reason, it's already important to him that this kid not get hurt.

"Well, uh, I can show you around? If you want. My hut's a ways away but my roommate says I need exercise." It seems so, so lame, but he wants to help and if he has a fan, that's even more reason.

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When Kurt falls quiet, he notices things that he wouldn't otherwise. From the back of the orchestra room, watching the other Glee kids interact, Kurt's fairly certain that he's gotten a better picture of all of them than they have each other. There's no single member he hasn't held an interesting conversation with (except Mike Chang, perhaps, but how can Kurt be expected to interrupt whenever he dances?). And right now, that same attentiveness is shown Roger, Kurt's eyes bright and wide and following every word and change of tone. Melancholy, he'd call it.

He doesn't want to call it that, but it's clear as day, written over his face with shadows and lines that barely manage to smooth over.

"Sure," Kurt replies, quieter than he might otherwise be for it. "My friend wasn't very good at giving me the low-down on this place. I've had to pick most of it up from unintended eavesdropping."