fic - Thursdays and I have a history. (5/?)
Title: Thursdays and I have a history. (5/?)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: approx. 4030
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.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Notes: Hi everyone! I apologize for how long it's been since I last updated. Both my beta and I have been incredibly busy (congrats on getting through another semester, Alice!) and unfortunately, real life/school life comes before fanfiction. For those of you sticking with me on this story, thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy it.
And a big thank you to my beta, lextempus!
"If your mom was here…" Burt says, his voice thick with emotion.
Kurt can barely hear his father as he stares at the letter in his hand, the envelope fallen on the floor in shock.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into New York University's theatre program.
"…she'd be just as proud of you as I am."
"Thanks, Dad."
He did it. He's getting out of this town.
(&)
"Bitch, bring it," he says the next day when Rachel shows him a matching letter.
He then smiles at her faltering expression to make sure she knows he's joking. Mostly.
Kurt knows he doesn't shine half as well as he does when he's got something to prove.
(&)
The hideous polyester chafes against his skin, and he can feel himself sweat under the heat of the sun, which will undoubtedly loosen the hold of his hairspray. But for the first time, he doesn't care.
His name is called and a flash of light bursts before him as the photographer captures an image of his beaming face before he continues walking forward towards the podium. For reasons he still does not fully understand, Sue Sylvester is the one to hand him his diploma with a smirk and a simple "Kudos to you, Porcelain."
Kurt stares at his diploma as he walks back to the throng of cheering students. One by one, his class is called forth until they have all passed with a handshake and a certification that another chapter of their lives has been completed.
Collectively, they shout in exuberance and throw their caps into the air. Kurt catches his with a yelp of excitement, staring at the cap in his right hand and his diploma in his left.
He made it. He made it through four years of being thrown into dumpsters and pushed into lockers. He made it through multiple heartbreaks and countless nights of missing his mom so much it ached. He had performed songs he never thought he'd ever get to sing outside of his shower. He had organized a wedding and won Nationals. He had been honest with his father and had found himself with more love and acceptance than he had ever expected. He had made friends, had gotten a brother, had found himself with a family.
Kurt had taken courage and run with it, coming out infinitely stronger and more determined at the end. Despite the hurt that had come along and been thrust upon him for years on end, he had proven that he would not be silenced or be forced back in a closet.
He pauses from his thoughts as a grinning Finn grabs him by the elbow and pulls him towards their parents.
He's happy, he realizes as he hugs a sobbing Carol and his determinedly not-crying father. He's really, truly, undeniably excited and ecstatic and just genuinely happy with how everything has worked out.
The first half of summer is spent in various backyards as graduation party favors and decorations provide the backgrounds to all their photographs.
Like the summer before with laughter and music, Kurt finds himself surrounded with his friends.
Suddenly, not having a boyfriend doesn't really seem that important anymore.
(&)
"I'm going to miss you."
"Why? You're going to visit all the time."
They both know that's not entirely true. Kurt will be in New York nine months out of the year in one of the most challenging theatre programs and Mercedes will be miles and miles away studying voice in Pittsburgh. But for the moment, that white lie is enough.