New Beginnings

Chapter Three

"One more time! Please!" 

Kurt couldn't help but let off a small huff of laughter at his weepy friend. Kurt wiped a small tear from the corner of his own eye. 

"Jeff, the auditions are in 15 minutes. We have to leave for the music room. You'll be able to listen again in a little bit." Another bit of laughter as Jeff simply sighed, pouting slightly. 

"Fine. But at least I got to hear it first."

"Yes you did. About five times. Now, let's go, Jeffie." Jeff grinned, hopping up from his bed and linking arms with Kurt.

"You're gonna have them in tears, Kurtsie. And it's going to be fabulous." The two of them laughed as they walked down the hall together, not in a rush at all. 

"I'm so glad you told me why you chose that song. I know we were told why you came here.... But I didn't know how bad it was. But I'm here for you, Kurt. I'll be the Best friend you've always wanted." Kurt couldn't help but be slightly choked up by that. Instead of letting the waterworks show, he simply slapped Jeff's arm lightly. 

"You're already my best friend, no need to suck up, Jeff. " Jeff laughed. 

"Oh, but Kurtsie, wouldn't you like someone to suck- ow, son of a bi-"

Okay, that slap wasn't so light.

...

Once they entered the room, they were sat for a good 30 minutes, watching as other boys went through their auditions. And Kurt was freaking out.

"I can't do this. Jeff, did you hear those guys? They're so good. I know I'm good.... But my voice is so high." Kurt worried to his friend. Kurt watched as Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Exactly. You're unique, Kurtsie. The Warblers don't have anyone with a range like yours. You're gonna blow them out of the water." And just as Jeff finished, Kurt was called forward. Kurt looked at Jeff with comically wide eyes and Jeff grinned. Jeff pushed Kurt out of his seat, forcing him to go up front. Kurt sighed, slowly making his way to the front and passing off his music to another boy wearing a blazer. 'David, I think that's his name.' Kurt thought. Kurt cleared his throat and turned back to the chairs, looking towards the back where the council sat. 

"Esteemed Warblers. My name is Kurt Hummel, I am a Sophomore, and I will be auditioning today with Stephen Sondheim's 'Being Alive'." With a nod to David, music filled the room.

"Someone to hold you too close,

Someone to hurt you too deep.

Someone to sit in your chair,

To ruin your sleep."

As he sang, he couldn't help as images ran through his mind. His dad holding him in the bathroom. In the hospital. The pain he felt constantly as he thought he was being nothing but a disappoinment. His dad sitting in the chair by his hospital bed, waking him up at odd hours of the night with his own fits of sadness. 

"Someone to need you too much,

Someone to know you too well.

Someone to pull you up short,

To put you through hell."

He hadn't known how badly his father needed him. How well he knew him. 

"Someone you have to let in,

Someone whose feelings you spare.

Someone who, like it or not,