Kurt’s bird, Pavarotti, died.
He wanted to sing, a song, dedicated to him. The song, wasn’t just any song, it was the song. My favorite song, Blackbird by the Beatles.
He started to sing, the Dalton Academy Warblers joined in on the background.
Singing the beeps and the bops and humming along to the singing.
I was singing along too, until he got up to the words, the words I know best.
Black Bird Fly Into the Light.
I stopped singing and just smiled. I’ve realized something. Something that could change my life forever.
Oh, there he is. That was the only thing running through my mind repeatedly. The world was blacked out, I couldn’t hear or see anything except for him. The adorable human being standing in front of me, crying.
He’s adorable, with the vast amount of makeup he wears, slowly running down his face with the tears streaming down his face, as he mourns the loss of his dear Pavarotti.
I couldn’t wipe this broad grin off my face. The Warblers were staring at me, staring at him, but I couldn’t help it. He’s adorable, just too adorable, and I’m just realizing this now.
Everybody was still singing along with him. Everyone except me. I was still smiling like an idiot at my new realization. The boy is amazing and I need to tell him that.
Why have I’ve been so blind? The thing I’ve been waiting for my entire life, had been right in front of my for so long. How have I’ve been so stupid to not realize this before. But luckily I’ve realized it now.
I need to tell him this, but how? I should offer to sing a duet with him at regionals. Of course that will just be an excuse to spend more time with him.
But I don’t care because I, Blaine Anderson, am in love with Kurt Hummel.
