Chapter 8

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Snapping out of his gazing, Kurt began to walk once more but a lot more slower then before as if his body could not understand the raging emotions that he was feeling after completing that one specific painting.

The walk through the hallways seemed to stir up memories for Kurt, ones of when he would be slushied for even taking a step into the old public school, where he would try to remain in the corner or the shadows in hopes of not getting spotted.

While his brain remembered all of these moments Kurt played with his bracelets and long sleeves even more slipping his hand up and down exposing some of the burns and scars on his wrists.

Without even relaxing what he was doing, Kurt softly began to whisper out words to a song, words he wished he could believe in, words that he knew a part of him wanted to believe but yet he was to frightened of the outcome.

"I don't know why I'm frightened

I know my way around here
The cardboard trees, the painted seas, the sound here...
Yes, a world to rediscover
But I 'm not in any hurry
And I need a moment


The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways
The atmosphere as thrilling here as always
Feel the early morning madness
Feel the magic in the making
Why, everything's as if we never said goodbye"

When he got to the course his voice began to grow above a whisper, not to loud like when he used to sing for fun and with happiness, but also not too soft that no one could hear.

Singing just that tiny bit brought a smile to the young boys face, but as he cast his eyes to his arms he saw that while he was singing he had somehow moved his sleeves all the way up to his elbow and his scars could now be seen.

When Kurt realized this he snapped his head around looking to see if anyone had seen and when he gazed straight ahead he saw two shocked faces but in their eyes held anger, for just a few feet in front of him were Wes and Trent the right and left hand men to Blaine.

Kurt who could see the anger in their eyes thought it was towards him and swiftly pivoted on the balls of his feet and ran through the hallways in hopes of losing them and even forgetting the looks on their faces.

Not paying attention to where he was going, Kurt who had just turned left ran right into a closed door causing him to fall backwards. The young boy stared at the now cracked open door and could not believe that he had found the piano room by accident once again.

All the twists and turns were hard to memorize, he did not think that he would be able to find this room again but as always by accident he can find what he is truly looking for.

Hearing the pounding steps caused him to think fast and he slipped into the room, closed the door and held his breathe listening for the signs that Wes and Trent had ran passed or turned around.

Minutes soon turned into hours and yet still Kurt could not hear what was outside, there was no noise of students and most definitely no sound of the two Warblers.

Kurt exhaled softly before he placed his painting of his only happy memory on the window sill and glided his hands over the piano. He knew that he should give the Warblers a chance, give Blaine a chance but no matter how many times he thought that his brain would always find a way to think negative.

He knew that he would have trust issues for the rest of his life, and would find it hard to open up to people, he wore a mask that he vowed to never take off, but yet being in Blaine's presence and even the Warblers themselves were causing that mask to slowly chip away piece by piece exposing what he is truly feeling.

Turning his gaze to the painting he  saw what the song title that was being played, he and remembered what it felt like to sing with his heart and how his mom would join in at the last verses of the song. 

His phone rang the same ring tone he had heard this morning, the "hey brother" loud and clear, Kurt rapidly pressed the answer button and was greeted by Finn's panicked voice.

"Kurt are you OK, they have not forced you to sing have they, remember only you can take control of your body if you do not want to sing then you do not have too, but bro I remember the happiness you radiated every time you sang it may be good to just let your mask drop just once, wait till you are alone and there are no Warblers and just let it fall, I will be there for you bro no matter what you decide".

Kurt who was listening to his brothers words kept his gaze on the painting of his mother and snapped a picture of it before sending it to his brother, he took a deep breath not used to talking anymore before he began to softly whisper.

"Finn, I painted mom, my assignment in art class was to paint a memory and that only happy one I could find in my mind was of when her and I played the piano together and she sang that one specific song to me, memory, I... I want you to come to Dalton I am in the music room people are in class and you can easily slip in, please I need you here if I am going to break the mask even once".

Finn who could hear the desperate tone in his brothers voice agreed and jumped into his truck before driving to Dalton, remaining on the phone so Kurt would be able to hear when he arrived.

It felt like hours had passed when Finn finally arrived at the prestigious academy, Finn could not understand how his brother could love being in this place since it is all about tradition but if he was happy that was all he cared about.

Remembering that he was still on the phone he told Kurt that he was at the school and was sneaking through the hallways towards the music room.

Kurt who was giving his brother directions heard the soft knock on the door, still having the phone up to his ear he whispered "is that you Finn" and was relieved when his brother responded with a yes.

Taking that yes into account he cracked open the door peered around his brother and when he saw that the coast was clear wrapped his hand around his brothers sleeve and dragged him into the room.

Finn who was not used to the academy gazed around the room and admired the view that the window gave, but when he saw the painting it took his breath away, his brother had a true talent in both singing and art and he would do everything in his power to get Kurt back to his old happy, stylish, and talented self.



  

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