fic - Thursdays and I have a history. (7/?)
Title: Thursdays and I have a history. (7/?)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: approx. 5782
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
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Notes: Hi! Thank you all for reading! I hope you all enjoy what I have in store for Kurt this chapter. :) I know this chapter is short, but I was able to get it out sooner than some of the last few chapters. Also, I sent the next few chapters to my beta a few days ago, so hopefully I'll be ready to post chapter eight fairly soon. :)
And a big thank you to my beta, lextempus!
The party lights are dim, save for the Christmas lights that seemed to remain along the top edges of the wall permanently in a manner that Kurt finds endearingly collegiate.
"Do you want to dance?"
Kurt hears these words each Friday night and sometimes finds the nerve inside him to voice them first. He joins hand-in-hand with various boys he recognizes from his theatre classes or when he picks up packages from the mailroom or even just from seeing them around campus.
They dance in a frenzy to whatever music plays at the parties as warm bodies move around them, limbs loose with alcohol.
With each dance, Kurt lets the memory of a smiling boy with hazel eyes fade more and more.
(&)
During one of their Skype nights, Mercedes wonders if there are any new boys in his life. Kurt placates her with a few offhand stories of the parties he's gone to and the boys he's danced with. He tells her how they're good for a few dances, but he doesn't see them much outside of the party scene. He stays friends with some of them because, really, the dances aren't about romance. It's all just about fun.
"It's nice," he tells her, "to just be able to dance and not have to worry about what people are going to say the next morning."
Something about traveling silences Rachel and within ten minutes on the cluttered train headed home for the holidays, she's slumped over in sleep. Kurt can hear the faint traces of Barbara Streisand playing from Rachel's iPod coupled with the subdued chatter around him from the other passengers.
A sudden weight on his shoulder lets him know that Rachel has begun to use him as her personal pillow.
Self-centered as ever, he thinks with surprising fondness.
(&)
Finn sings Silver Bells off-key as Kurt watches his father kiss Carole under the mistletoe he had tacked up above the kitchen doorway.
Breaking from his song to groan jokingly, Finn covers Kurt's eyes away from their parents who break away to laugh at their children's antics. Kurt pulls away from Finn's hand, the bowl of cookie mix firm in his grip as he dances away from his step-brother.
The family joins him in a peal of laughter and it's exactly the sort of Christmas Kurt didn't realize he'd been missing.