Disclaimer, I don't own glee. Also just a quick warning. Sexual Content!
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Kurt stood backstage panting. He was pacing back and forth. "I can't do this. I'm going to mess up. My life is over!" The light haired boy thought aloud.
Blaine grabbed Kurt by the shoulders. "Babe, take a deep breath."
Kurt did as he was told.
"You're gonna do fine." Blaine said. "And your life is not over." He chuckled. "Now go out on that stage and kick some ass."
Kurt nodded, and hugged his boyfriend. "Thank you." He whispered. Blaine pressed a quick kiss to Kurt's lips before he left to go sit in the audience. Kurt took in one last breath before walking out on the stage. Carmen Tibideaux sat in one of the cushioned chairs in the auditorium. Today was the day. Kurt was auditioning for NYADA.
"Hi..my name's Kurt Hummel. And I'll be auditioning for the role of...NYADA student." Kurt stuttered out. Blaine, Rachel, and Finn had their eyes glued to the stage.
The band began playing the music, and Kurt started to sing.
Comin' home used to feel so good
I'm a stranger now in my neighborhood
I've seen the world at a faster pace
And I'm comin' now from a diff'rent place
Though I may look the same way to you
Underneath there is somebody new
I am not
The boy next door
I don't belong
Like I did before
Nothin' ever seems like it used to be
You can have your dreams, but you can't have me
Oh, I can't come back there anymore
'Cause I am not the boy next door
You've been savin' those souvenirs,
Faded photographs from our foolish years
We made plans, but they're wearin' thin
And they don't work out 'cause I don't fit in
And those mem'ries will just weigh me down
'Cause I got no place to keep 'em uptown
I am not
The boy next door
I don't belong
Like I did before
Nothin' ever seems like it used to be
You can have your dreams, but you can't have me
Oh, I can't go back there anymore
'Cause I am not the boy next door, uh!
I'm not sorry for just bein' me
But if you'd look past the past you could see
That I am not (I am not the boy next door)
Nothin' ever seems like it used to be
You can have your dreams, oh, but you can't have me
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Hidden Love (Klaine, BadBoy!Blaine)
FanfictionKurt Hummel is a 17 year old boy in his senior year of high school. He's sweet, kind, loves singing and fashion. Kurt would have never thought that he would be into someone like Blaine, but his heart was telling him something else. Blaine Anderson w...
