Dance With Me?

Chapter 30: As In Our Auditorium?

Kurt felt his heart stop and sink into the seemingly, bottomless pit that made his stomach churn and a sickening feeling fill his throat as the madam told everyone the location of the upcoming performance.

"McKinley?" he spoke out, interrupting her, causing glances to be shot his way. No one interrupts the madam so they were all eager to see who it was but no one expected it to be him.

"Yes" she replied simply with a nod, getting ready to continue before she was interrupted again.

"As in our auditorium?" he checked, not quite believing he could be this unlucky in such a short amount of time.

"Yes, Kurt now please, let me finish" she replied again, an annoyed yet calm sigh leaving her lips before she finished her explanation - the McKinley group all wearing the same look of disdain throughout.

Kurt had zoned out after the confirmation of the location so he didn't hear the clap of the madams hands or her words permitting everyone to leave, he didn't hear the scuff of squeaky shoes on the wooden floor or the shuffling of bodies and feet as everyone made their exit in fact, he was only made aware of any of this when a gentle but firm hand was rested on his bony shoulder, the heat making him feel butterflies in his stomach.

"Kurt? You ready?" Blaine asked, tilting his head at the boy who had turned to face him.

"Oh uh, yeah..." he stammered, flustered.

As he slipped on his red jacket and gathered his satchel, he was amazed at how Blaine could turn him into a blushing stammering mess just from a bit of contact. Of course, he didn't actually have to touch him, he could just talk to him, or smile or make his adorable puppy dog eyes that Kurt could never say no to.

When he turned to face Blaine and the others, he was met with an outstretched hand which he happily took, his cheeks still slightly red as they walked with their friends, their joined hands fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Perfect. Not disconnecting in the slightest, even as they swayed between them as they spoke and laughed with one another and with the group however, Kurt still had a little voice nagging at him in his thoughts.

'Don't do it. You're going to have to dance in front of everyone. Rick, Azimio and Karofsky. They're gonna laugh at you and you're gonna fail' his thoughts repeated in a similar manner until he got home, giving Blaine a kiss on the cheek before he watched him drive away, only leaving to head inside once the car was out of sight.

When he got home, he called out to make his self-known but there was no reply, he was home alone. He shrugged of his jacket, hanging it on the peg and kicked of his boots, neatly laying then on the rack before he ran up the stairs. He was so happy to do this, he'd hated getting up and down the stairs with his crutches because he always had to have help if he had his bag and if he came home to and empty house like today, he'd have to wait downstairs in the dull living room, on the dark navy couch which he was sick of sitting on or in the kitchen on the wooden chairs or stools which hurt after a while, till someone came home to help.

Kurt had gotten of his crutches a couple weeks after Christmas and, much to Kurt's objections, he also had to do physical therapy for a week until he could walk without support.

However...

He still hadn't danced.

When he got into his room, he dropped his bag by his full-length mirror and headed for his ensuite for a shower, letting the warm water burn his skin as he let his thoughts run wild. After spending about forty-five minutes just letting the water pelt his skin, Kurt finally emerged, changing into a long, navy blue sleeved bed top and some checked navy blue and white pyjama bottoms.