Tale Never Told

Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon?

2012-03-05T00:05:00.000+02:00

So... This is little something I wanted to have to cushion all the angst I'm about to face in IPKKND...

- Khushi, listen to me. I love you! I will always love you no matter what you say!

Shyam kept walking after Khushi while she tried to escape him by almost running towards the main room. Shyam reached out and grabbed Khushi's hand yanking her back to him. Khushi swirled to face him:

- Love? Are you talking about love? You love me, but you lied to me, and now you're saying that you are going to harass me no matter what I feel about this? But I will tell you what I feel!

Khushi was almost screaming at him but Shyam was non-responsive other than staring at her open-mouthed.

- I despise you, Shyam! I feel sorry for Anjali who is forced to live with such a monster! And she's caring your baby! How can you possibly turn away from your family and say the words of love to another woman? What can you know about love?! What kind of man are you?!

Shyam shook Khushi and thrown her against the wall hard enough for her to bang her head. Khushi tried to run but he pressed into her, squeezing her wrists. One of the bracelets shattered and scratched Khushi's arm very deep so the wound started bleeding. Shyam hasn't noticed any of it as he was staring at Khushi's face angrily:

- I'm a man in love! Why can't you understand that?! Me and only me is your destiny!

Khushi fought back trying to free her bleeding arm. She shouted:

- Like it or not but it is Arnav who is my destiny from now on! He is my husband, I am his wife!

Shym smiled his devilish half-insane smile:

- Husband? He can't stand the sight of you! He hates you! I don't know why would he marry you but not out of love that's for sure! He looks at you as if he want to beat you! He hurts you!

Those words were true and that what hurt the most. But she will not show her broken heart to Shyam!

- Right now it's you who's hurting me! Leave me alone! I'm bleeding!

Those words got Shyam by surprise as he finally noticed the blood soaking in his sleeve. Khushi took the opportunity of his shallower grab and freed herself from this hateful embrace.

She almost run down the corridor to bump nose-to-nose with Manorama. Who looked extremely exuberant and beamed with acid on her tongue:

- Why, Khushi, where's the hurry? Got bored of your little secret date? Looking for somebody else to sunk your greedy teeth into?

Khushi felt it rising in her. Waterfall of emotions risking to flood her in despair. So she kept running - from Shyam, from Manorama, from hatred, from pain...

Until she found herself on the doorway of the main room where the whole family was seated. She stoped abruptly and started walk backwards when people in the room finally noticed her. Conversation silenced and everybody just stared at her for a while questioning her presence there.

Khushi looked around trying to find at least one friendly face... And than she saw him...

Arnav was sitting on the couch talking to Nani. When the sudden silence registered in his mind Arnav turned his head to see the reason for the stares. And there it was again - the mysterious flicker that Khushi couldn't quit place in their relationship. It was very short flash of joy as if he was actually happy to see her... sometimes Khushi thought that she was just imagining things... but she was willing to put her hopes on the mere possibility that this light in Arnav's eyes meant something...

And than whatever Khushi saw was gone in a blink of an eye and expression of composed disgust took its usual place on Arnav's face. He nodded acknowledging her existence, Khushi nodded back. There wasn't much else she could do and she really needed to get to her room to take care of the bleeding.

But before Khushi could leave Manorama came crushing from behind her blocking Khushi's exit. Manorama's expression was thoughtful and concerned:

- Oh, dear, how is your hand? Does it hurt too much?

Khushi lowered her head so she would not have to face the indifference in the room - THAT would hurt too much, not the wound.

Manorama gave her a mocking pad on a shoulder and said:

- These things happen when you get too friendly with man who are too polite to deny you. But you should be careful, dear, because someone might think that you are after more than one man in this house.

Someone sighted but Khushi couldn't bring herself to raise her head for she knew that no one would believe her version of the story...

She felt it rather than saw it. This stab of anger and hate and resentment coiling in one dark gaze. Arnav was watching her intently, daring her to face him. But she couldn't... just... not now. Not out of guilt - she had nothing to be ashamed of - but she had no strength left to oppose him. So she ran.

*** *** ***

Arnav found her in their room searching for something in a drawers. "Probably for something for her hand", he though absentmindedly. But that was not the issue he came to charge:

- How dare you?! How dare you to humiliate me, your husband, and disgrace my family in this way? Do marriage vows mean nothing to you?!

There's just so much any person can take in one day. And everybody has a breaking point when every strained emotion comes rushing out without any filter or second thought. Those words were this moment for Khushi, her last drop of patience and obedience melted away and she exploded:

- Family? Husband? Marriage? Those people think better of street beggars than of me! You hate me from the bottom of you dark evil soul! And our marriage is just some kind of very, very cruel joke... that is lost on me! Tell me, just so I can understand my misery - why have you forced me into marrying you? What's in this marriage for you?! Explain yourself! You owe me that much!

Arnav crossed the room in few wide steps and stopped in front of Khushi, screaming right into her face:

- I was trying to save my sister from the humiliation of being left by her unfaithful husband and her so-called-friend! I knew you were into something like this when I saw you two hugging and you telling Shyam to "leave Anjali"... but I never thought you'd do that being married into this family! I though I could keep you from doing that! Apparently, I was wrong and you are still after him!

Khushi were stunned. She couldn't believe her ears and yet - Arnav was actually giving this nonsense as valid explanation. He though... he though that she and Shyam...

First she started giggling... the it became full-volume half-frantic half-hysterical laughter... and Khushi couldn't bring herself to stop. But Arnav could - he took Khushi by her shoulders and shook her a little bit and asked:

- Why are you laughing? What's so funny about all of it? Have you gone mad?

Khushi managed to squeeze out some words:

- Me?... No... It's you who's gone mad! Thinking that I want anything to do with that snake! After I found out what he was I've tried to avoid him as much as possible... but he was following me everywhere I went... once he cornered me and grabbed me in his arms... and that was what you have seen! And it's the truth that I shouted "Leave Anjali!" because I believed - as I do now - that she deserves so much better than him! I told him to leave this family alone... but you conveniently missed that part, haven't you?!

Arnav was in stupor and Khushi kept stepping forward making him recede. She pulled up her hand in front of him - not bleeding anymore but covered in smeared blood.

- Does it look like "passionate embrace"? Sure thing it was passionate on his side but on my side I was struggling to free myself so Shyam clutched me and broke one of my bracelets and that is where this blood came from... Does it sound like "lovers fight"? No? Good that we've cleared that out!

After long silent pause when Khushi breathed heavily and tried to compose herself, Arnav found his voice once again for one very important question:

- So... does it mean you don't love him?

Khushi sighted and shook her head... she was so tired... so exhausted...

- No... I never loved HIM... I never wanted any of that drama to happen to Anjali... but I can't really go to her and tell her the truth - it will hurt her and I can't hurt her... so...

If Khushi would've looked into Arnav's eyes she'd seen it. Slowly building glowing. Raising fire of hope and expectations slightly overshadowed by guilt and uncertainty... Arnav's voice came out chuckled as if he missed a breath:

- Why do you say it like this - "never loved HIM"? Do you love anyone else?

Khushi swallowed loudly. She didn't notice that she'd emphasized "HIM" in previous stream of confessions... but now she'd gotten to the point of full disclosure - here you go, Arnav, have it!

- I don't! Not anymore! I thought he was kind and brave and wise and... perfect... But it's all gone! And I will stop loving him! I can and I will!

She whirled around to leave but got caught in Arnav's strong but tender embrace. He hid his face in her hair and his breath tickled back of her head as he spoke:

- No, you want. I won't let you. I need your love to live... I only breathe because I know that you breathe somewhere not far away from me...

Khushi's mind was forming all the right words like "Who said I was talking about YOU?" - only she actually was... or "It's too late" - only it wasn't... But her heart vetoed all those words and she kept standing there silently, inhaling his scent, basking in his body warmth.

Arnav's voice was soft, pleading... His words were... dream-like:

- I can't believe I was such a fool... And I can't even begin to apologize for what I've done to you because a lifetime would not be enough to redeem everything... Just tell me it's not too late, please, Khushi, please...

Khushi beamed and the question in his voice brought her back:

- But... you hate me... I felt it... so much hate...

- No, - interrupted Arnav, - I've never hated YOU. I hated myself for loving you, for not being strong enough to push this love aside and start hating you instead... But I never hated you, never could...

Khushi turned around still locked in Arnav's hands. She couldn't face him just yet so she watched her hands lying on his chest. His heart was hammering under her palm with raising speed and she couldn't help but smile on the thought that it was her who made his heart go crazy like this. Arnav could've not faked this - so it might have been truth, right?

But Khushi still had her doubts... everything was changing too quickly... too fairy-tale-y...

- Tell me I'm not dreaming... Please, tell me it's all truth and I will not wake up in tears realizing that this was just a dream and it never happened...

Khushi raised her eyes filled with tears and met Arnav's unwavering gaze. He gently wiped her tears away with feather-like kisses.

- Yes, it was a dream, my Sleeping Beauty. You've had a nightmare, Khushi, where evil demon tortured you and forced you to marry him, and than tortured you some more... But now you will wake up, and I will be here with you. I will be here to hold you, to protect you, to cherish you, to love you...

Every promise he made was sealed with a kiss on her eyes, her nose, her cheekbones, her lips... That last kiss lingered longer than previous ones... but Khushi was grateful for it because that kiss has awakened her to understand that this was actually happening - Arnav loved her! He wanted to be with her! And it wasn't a dream!

- Please? - Arnav's voice was questioning but Khushi couldn't remember the question - she was so lost in her new-found bliss.

- What "please?"

Arnav smiled and that smile would've melted Khushi's heart... if it weren't melted already. He said:

- Please, let me be your husband?

Khushi laughed a little on the absurdness of that request:

- Arnav... we are already married, remember? I am you wife.

He shook his head and hugged her a bit closer:

- Not the same. Whatever reasons I had to explain this marriage to myself only one was truthful - I wanted to be with you. Always... But you were forced into this union so now I'm asking you "Please, let me be you husband?"

Khushi still marveled on the way he proposed to her when he added in sad and grounded tone:

- But I have to worn you - it will not be the best deal for you... I'm arrogant, stubborn, ill-minded, hot-headed...

Khushi silenced him by pressing her fingers on his lips. Arnav shivered - not out of cold but out of sensation... Somehow every time he touched Khushi... his wife... he felt like he was striked by lightning of longing and anticipation of something... deeper... stronger... more intimate.

Khushi cupped Arnav's face in her hands and looked him in the eyes:

- All of it. Everything. I take you as my husband for everything you are. To love you. And to forgive you. And to understand you.

It was almost too much for Arnav - he was about to burst into flames of happiness. He lifted her, and kissed her, and touched her, and couldn't get enough of her... But she couldn't either...

*** *** ***

He took her bracelets off one by one, slowly, carefully... When Khushi flinched because of the pain Arnav's jaw tightened and he yanked himself towards the door. Khushi stoped him:

- Not tonight. Stay with me. Love me.

And that was the only thing that could have stopped Arnav from seeking out that bastard Shyam - his wife asked him to stay.

*** *** ***

His lips were everywhere and Khushi didn't even know that there were so many placed on her body that can be kissed... She didn't know that inside of an elbow can be so sensitive in most arousing ways... She never though that stubble can feel so good leaving burning scratches on her skin...

She knew love... now she'd found out about passion.

*** *** ***

Maybe she was hurting him... digging her nails into his bronze skin... tagging his hair... biting his fingers...

But he arched so gracefully... pressing her closer to him... deeper...

So she couldn't care less if she was marking him for life... He was HERS to mark! Their lives belonged together!

*** *** ***

They were silent even though they were both awake. It was that comfortable kind of silence when there were perfectly content with just being together.

Khushi's head was rested on Arnav's chest and she listened to enchanting melody of his heartbeat while he lazily traveled through her hair.

Khushi's breath covered Arnav's skin with goosebumps and she smiled to herself - she'd known that his body would react like this. She'd known him!

- Why are you smiling? - came Arnav's question.

Khushi prompted herself on an elbow and asked back:

- How did you know I was smiling? You couldn't see my face...

- I don't know how to explain it... I just know when you smile... It gets warmer around and inside of me.

That answer was honest... and a bit lost. As if Arnav couldn't quite believe himself that this was happening... THEY were happening.

Khushi said:

- I smiled because we know each other... we feel each other. It is such an amazing difference! Because the same time yesterday I wasn't even sure you knew my name.

Arnav's expression got hunted:

- Khushi...

- You see! You know it! - laughed Khushi but then said in solemn voice:

- Arnav, that past is over. There were no yesterdays or days before that. It's only today and tomorrow and days to come after. Whatever you've done, whatever I've done - it doesn't matter anymore. It's US now. WE!

Arnav reached out to grab Khushi's face in his arms. He stared in her eyes for a long moment and than whispered in awe:

- Do you even understand how precious you are to me?

Khushi turn her head a little to kiss Arnav's palm:

- As you are to me. There's nothing in this world I need if I can have you... maybe just... oh, no, never mind.

Khushi quickly lower her gaze but not quick enough.

- Khushi, you're blushing! Now you have to tell me what is it 'cause I have a feeling I'd like to give it to you!

Arnav was playful and happy - Khushi dreamt to see him like that for such a long time!

- Oh, it's nothing... it's embarrassing...

Arnav laughed out loud:

- I gathered as much from all the blushing. But, Khushi, my big-eyed happiness, we are married, we've made love to each other the whole night and we are both naked right now. So maybe just for this time you will step away from you traditional Indian modesty - which I find very fascinating, by the way - and tell me what is it that you want?

He was daring her to be blunt and Khushi was known to face the challenges bravely:

- Your shirt. I want one of your shirts.

Arnav was beyond surprised (probably, his idea for "embarrassing" was waaaay more embarrassing!):

- But... why?

Khushi blushed again but answered:

- I'd like to have something that smells like you... to wrap myself into... when you're not there...

- Oh...

Arnav looked calculating and Khushi suddenly realized that she had asked for too much - Arnav was rather fond of his shirts. Maybe she should've asked for a scarf?

Arnav said:

- I have another idea for something to wrap yourself into and it will smell like me! - "Right, so it's going to be a scarf", thought Khushi and asked him to check her thoughts:

- What is it?

- Me!!!

Arnav's smile was victorious and... seductive. Khishi was new to being a women but not THAT new not to understand where this smile was heading. She tried to go with a serious approach:

- But what if you're not there when...

- Khushi, - Arnav embraced her and whispered to her ear in low and raspy voice full of coiling emotions, - for you I will always be there!

Serious approach didn't help but Khushi was OK with that - Arnav's breath on her earlobe was doing wanders to her body awakening her in a whole new level. She has made one more vain attempt to be a good and thoughtful wife to her loving husband:

- I should... go make breakfast... you haven't had a dinner yesterday... you must be hungry...

Every pause she made, every breath she skipped was due to those small kisses that Arnav kept pressing to her neck and shoulders. He did however answered to her:

- Yes. Hungry... Starving! But it doesn't seems like my main course is willing to cooperate...

Khushi moaned and pulled his hair to meet his lips. She was willing to cooperate all the way down to forever!

Последний день зимы

2012-02-29T22:21:00.000+02:00

Февраль - очень короткий месяц. Даже в высокосный год...

Поэтому февраль, казалось бы, не должен быть наполнен событиями... Ан нет, мне есть, о чем вспомнить!

Вот вы знали, что с именинами полагается поздравлять только раз в год? Понятное дело, что Иванов и Александров - по несколько штук в каждом месяце... Но ведь когда-то было принято называть ребенка в честь конкретного святого, а день этого святого - он всего один в году, даже если у него есть "одноименные" святые...

Сейчас уже по святцам не называют... но если хочется все же поддержать традицию, то выбирайте ближайший день одноименного святого к дню рождения поздравлемого - и будем считать, что это и есть именины =)

С моими именинами играться не придется - есть всего один день Оксаны в году. 6 февраля. И никто меня с именинами не поздравил... Вот так...

К более радостным новостям =) Этим месяцем в моей семье заканчивается сезон дней рождений =) Диме исполнилось 28 лет, Наташе... эхем... замнем для ясности =)

Димин день рождения отмечали тихо, по-семейному. Подарили ему Киндл (и я наконец-то получила свой Киндл обратно!), игровую мышку и компьютерную сетевую игру (в которую они с моим мужем как раз сейчас играют, потому у меня масса свободного времени для этого отчета!)

Наташин день рождения... это Наташин день рождения =) Баня, блины (Масленица, однако), Киндл (ага, традиция у нас такая - дарить всем Киндлы!)... Наташа - первый и пока что единственный знакомый мне человек, который самостоятельно купил себе шапку для бани, а не получил её в подарок. Фетровая такая, с полями, которую она прям выбирала... только для того, чтобы хронически забывать одевать её в принципе! (спорим, что она, читая вот этот отрывок про шляпу, незлобно думает "могла бы и промолчать!")

Хотя потом мне было плохо... нельзя мне чипсов и соленых орешков, ой, нельзя! К врачу мне надо... и в бассейн... справки надо бы получить для этого... но то такое - это уже планы =)

Весение планы =) Да что там весенние - у меня уже кое-какие летние есть! (я весьма люблю планировать, ага!) Но из весенних планов - получить загранпаспорт, попасть к врачу и стоматологу, купить платье на Лешину свадьбу (это должно быть шикарное платье!), прочитать несколько очень долгожданных книг (все три - майские релизы... они сговорились, что ли?) и вообще... весна!

И небольшая вставка про Тигру:

Научился "окать" - такой полуудивленно-полувосторженный звук с хрипотцой... полное и абсолютное очарование!
Пьет только в большой комнате. Тащит за руку к диспенсеру с водой, требует набрать чашку, и тащит с этой чашкой обратно в комнату - там и пьет. Ибо как пить на кухне - это же "фи"! Не комильфо!
Танцует только в холле. Там у нас зеркала в шкафе-купе, думаю, теперь это Андрюхина танцевальная студия =) Включит все музыкальные игрушки и чешет кружиться =) При чем, под разные мелодии у него разные танцы! И хотя вся эта собирательная какофония звуков кажется мне однообразной, Тигра точно слышит, когда в какой-то игрушке заканчивается мелодия, и бежит к ней, чтобы снова запустить... Наверное, это проявление музыкального слуха =)
Построил с дедушкой Васей первого снеговика. Очень удивлялся снегу - холодный и мокрый... А из окна казался таким пушистым =)

В общем, Андрюшка растет =)

Весна... Начнется завтра. По календарю. Потому что с точки зрения погоды вряд ли что изменится - будет все так же слякотно, иногда будет выглядывать солнце.

Но главное ведь не погода =) Главное - верить, что уже весна!

P.S. Наконец-то прикрутила к блогу ссылочку на мой Тамблр (синенькая такая, справа)... Так что если меня нет здесь - то я там =)

Мое книжное детство

2012-02-10T13:21:00.000+02:00

Я обещала отзывы на три мои любимые деские книги - да, это будут они =)

"Тайна рыжего кота. Роман-детектив для детей от 7 до 107 лет". Я влюбилась в эту книгу уже с одного названия! А еще её можно и нужно растаскивать на цитаты - по ссылке есть несколько примеров цитат - уморительно-шедеврально! А какие там иллюстрации - это что-то! (я говорю об идании 1991 года, книга была еще переиздана в 2010, но там какая-то немногообещающая обложка)

Кстати, именно благодаря этой книге я стала любить троеточия =) В общем, "не книжка была, а сплошной нибумбум с тирлямчиком!" (с)

Сказочные повести скандинавских писателей - этому сборнику принадлежат сразу две мои любимые книжки =) И хотя самой известной повестью из этой книги будет, пожалуй, повесть о Муми-тролле, но я больше люблю вот эти:

Волшебный мелок - удивительно добрая и такая сказочно-поучительная повесть. Очень в стиле "Маленького принца", но только жизнерадостнее =) Но с такими же необычными иллюстрациями, как буд-то ребенок рисовал... Ксстати, по ссылке выложена вся книга с картинками - можно прочитать в онлайне =)

Тутта Карлсон первая и единственная, Людвиг Четырнадцатый и другие - эта повесть - это "что-то с чем-то и куда-то" =) И приключения, и родительско-детская драма, и настоящая дружба... между лисенком и цыпленком =) Такая пушистая-пушистая книга!

В общем! Именно эти книги я буду настоятельно читать ребенку =) Чего и всем советую =)

Мир без Шерлока

2012-02-09T14:46:00.000+02:00

Мало того, что в последнее время моя ось фанатского обожания слегка качнулась в сторону ЛУЧШЕЙ из когда-либо созданных экранизаций история про Шерлока, так вчерашний день у меня вообще прошел под знаком Холмса =)

Сначала мы с Наташкой, не сговариваясь, заговорили про Шерлока - наверное, мы хотели его друг другу порекомендовать, но закончилось тем, что я сыпала цитатами, а она попросила скинуть ей оба сезона в оригинальной озвучке (имхо, это единственно верная озвучка, потому что при русском дубляже не только убили шикарные голоса главных героев, но и поковеркали графическую часть фильма).

Потом мы поговорили по телефону с Тоней и, опять же, договорились до того, что визжали от восторга по поводу все того же Шерлока =) Более того, оказывается, я вдохновила человека смотреть этот сериал в оригинале, и, как следствие, начать учить язык! Тоня! Это правильное начинание! Я в свое время начала учить английский ради сериала "Друзья" - "Шерлок" более, чем достоин такого же подвига! Вперед!

А потом у меня произошел слом стереотипа...

Мне как-то всегда казалось, что Шерлок - это данность, вписанная в сознание постсоветского человека по умолчанию. Фильмы с Ливановым показывали не реже, чем "Иронию судьбы" (только в другие сезоны)... четверотомник Артура Конан Дойля блы практически обязательным в любой советской библиотеке... фразы типа "Элементарно, Ватсон!" или "Овсянка, сэр!" настолько плотно вошли в народный словарь, что, кажется, были в нем всегда...

Но нет! Есть! Есть человек, который не знал ничего о Шерлоке Холмсе ничего! До вчерашнего дня =)

И у меня был на этот счет любопытнейший диалог... Мы опустим мои начальные восторженные вздохи и сразу переходим к самой стереотипо-переломной части:

- О чем сериал? (сначала я подумала, что это вопрос с подвохом, потому как о чем может быть сериал под названием "Шерлок"?)

- О Шерлоке Холмсе в современной обработке

- А кто такой Шерлок Холмс?

- ??? Ты не знаешь, кто такой Шерлок Холмс?

- Нет. И что?

Дальше, понятное дело, последовали мои более чем затяжные вздохи... чесслово, даже завидую - ведь насколько интереснее смотреть Шерлока, не зная, чем закончатся разные сюжетные линии...

Но вот какая мысль у меня промелькнула... Все поклонники Шерлока помнят эту часть в книге, в фильме, в сериале (это такая каноническая часть, что она есть везде!), когда Шерлок объяснял Ватсону, что пытается не забивать свой "мозговой чердак" всякими ненужными сведениями, которые ничем не могут помочь ему в его деле...

И вот мне и подумалось "Ага, Шерлок! Есть! Есть люди, которые ничего, вот абсолютно ничего о тебе не знают - и все у них нормально! И с интеллектом, и с творчеством, и по жизни! То есть, знание мира о тебе так же некритично, как и твои знания о мире! Touché, Шерлок!" =)

P.S. Сериал очень стоящий! И пусть следующего сезона придется ждать еще год...

Январь! Чтоб его...

2012-02-03T14:22:00.001+02:00

Что ни день – то, блин, радуга!

Да-да, это был сарказм! Потому что январь мне выдался – не приведи Господь каждому!

Все началось вполне обычно-прилично – мы навестили всех родителей, обменялись подарками, покушали оливье – в общем, Новый Год сложился =)

Потом был святвечер – первый Андрюшкин святвечер, в который мы, вопреки традиции, не пошли навещать крестных с кутей, а пригласили крестных к нам на кутю и «карпатский чай» =) Потому как у нашей крестной Наташи есть весьма игривая и не очень маленькая собака, а я пока не уверена, как будет реагировать Андрюха на общительную живность…

Потом был мой день рождения… в который мне было ну ТААААК плохо, что хоть не рассветай! Я не отменила гостей (ну куда бы я дела столько еды?!), но большую часть своего же праздничного вечера тупо спала… В общем, я как бы отметила про себя, что мне случилось 29 лет, но настоящий день рождения у меня был (ура! он все же был!) девятого января, когда мы нашей маленькой дружеской компашкой собрались в пивоварне – вот тогда мы славно посидели! Надо превратить это в традицию!

Тринадцатого января я побывала на работе, где получила разнарядку заданий на год, и долго отбивалась от попыток моего шефа споить меня (есть у него такая фишка – пытаться меня напоить под любым предлогом просто чтобы доказать, что он это может… без всяких задних мыслей, из спортивного интереса =)

Четырнадцатого января был большой день! Мы сватали невесту моему деверю! Вот женим его – и все среднее поколение наших семей будет «в ячейках» =)

Семья у моей новой невестки очень милая, такая дружная-дружная =) И мама у неё очень вкусно готовит… хотя Лена (это так зовут невесту Леши) сама призналась, что сейчас пока не готовит, и питаются они с Лешей у мам… Мы тоже так начинали, это пройдет =)

… … …

И пришло пятнадцатое января… и у малого обнаружилась сыпь и температура… и врач поставила нам диагноз «ветряная оспа». Знаете, когда говорят, что ветрянкой лучше переболеть в детстве – то имеют в виду не любое детство, а детсадовские годы – когда у ребенка уже есть кое-какой приобретенный иммунитет и умение болеть…

У нас такого не было и потому мы попали на постоянные истерики с попыткой разрисовать Тигру зеленкой, поить его антигистаминными препаратами и в принципе кормить его…

А вы знали, что ветряная оспа – это единичный излечимый случай вируса иммунодефицита? В том плане, что ветрянка настолько ослабляет организм, что любой чих или бактерия или вирус, которые пробегают мимом, осядут в полноценную болезнь. Потому ветрянка страшна не сама по себе, а своими осложнениями…

Одно такое мы и получили – девятнадцатого января нас забрала скорая, потому что у малого росла температура, и я никак не могла её сбить. На момент приезда скорой было 39,8 С…

Нас поместили в запечатанный бокс стационера инфекционного отделения второй детской больницы. И что я вам хочу сказать про тот день… Вы не знаете настоящих проблем и настоящей душевной боли до того дня, пока вашему ребенку, который и так истощен болезнью и высокой температурой, не начинаю ставить катетер… Он маленький, у него почти невидимые вены, он покрыт зеленкой, и сопротивляется изо всех сил… А три тетки почти лежат на нем, чтобы поставить ему эту иголку, потому что ему предстоят капельницы…

И он смотрит на меня этими большими глазами, и в них написано «Ты же мама!»

… … …

Мы лежали в стационаре девять дней. Ничего интересного – капельницы, осмотры, уколы, опять осмотры, процедуры… Родители и муж привозили нам еду, крестный Дима приезжал нас развлекать… Я заболела (болею до сих пор), потому что нас бокс был самым холодным, потому как крайний по коридору (он должен был быть крайним, чтобы медсестрам не далеко было обходить по улице)… Но Андрюшке стало лучше и нас выписали =)

… … …

И в те несколько последних дней января, что оставались после нашего возвращения домой, у мамы и у меня накрылись телефоны, я не очень удачно постригла Андрюшку (в смысле, похоже, что его «под горшок» стригли) и вообще – наступили морозы и наши шансы показать Тигре зиму заметно уменьшились… Потому как сейчас слишком холодно, чтобы гулять, а я уже предвижу, что потом быстро станет тепло и все растает =(

Я очень-очень надеюсь, что февраль сложиться удачнее!

P.S. А знаете, зачем я стригла Андрюшку? Затем что все, просто решительно ВСЕ в больнице считали, что он – девочка! Голубые костюмчики, солдатики, машинки – это все мелочи! Потому как кучеряшки и большие глаза – это ж точно должна быть девочка! И только раздевание при осмотре вызывало «О! Так это мальчик!»

Да, черт побери, мальчик! Хорошенький, очаровательный, но мальчик!

Потому я немного остригла его локоны… не достаточно, чтобы он перестал был очаровательным =)

Не может быть!

2012-01-03T22:54:00.000+02:00

Может-может =) Я все еще не забыла родную речь со своей одержимостью Glee и своими фанфикшн =)

Хотя упомянутый фанфикшн цветет и пахнет и мысленно я написала уже где-то шесть глав и просто ищу, где бы украсть времени на то, чтобы их записать =)

О мирском...

Тигра =) Научился пятится задом (предварительно выбрав ровную поверхность), крутится на месте в виде танцевального движения и подражать некоторым базовым животным... Самой большой популярностью у поклонников пользуется "ежик" (очень уж умильная мордаха!), а Тигра и рад страться - он теперь изображает "ежика" на любой запрос и надо очень долго повторять "коровка" или "собачка", чтобы он смирился, что от него хотят чего-то другого =)

О праздниках. Два Новых Года и день рождения папы мы уже отгуляли, остались два моих дня рождения, Святвечер и "сватовство гусара" (а что такое, Леше уже 23 года, пора женить!)

О делах. Накопилось стоооолько дел, что страшно было приступать. Но посылки-открытки я сегодня отправила (с боем и воплями сотрудницы почты, но у меня крепкие нервы!), постельное белье пересложила, малого от аллергии почти вылечила, домашний творог сделала... Сижу вот теперь, примус починяю =)

О книгах. Задумала трилогию отзывов о моих любимых детских книжках. Одну я даже специально по такому поводу купила =) Потому как я точно знаю, что однажды и Тигра их будет очень любить!

О фанатстве. Ага, я крейзи-фанатка! Даже завела себе tumblr-аккаунт, чтобы быть в курсе всех последних событий =) Ибо как наглядно показано здесь, Tumblr - это новое слово в обмене информацией, к тому же именно там быстрее всего появляются новости и успевают обрасти всякими комментами и размышлениями =)

Хотя я особо не собрась вести тот аккаунт, завела его только для удобства следования за любимыми блогами... немного осмотрюсь и найду себе парочку tumblr-блогов по другим моим интересам =)

О ближайших планах. Небольшой шоппинг имени меня любимой, выпечка тортов и другие творческие подвиги =)

P.S. Пока не забыла. Если у вас нет вот такого геля-скраба Dolce Milk Молоко и Шоколад - то вы полжизни потеряли!

Glee #4.8. Italian gift

2011-12-11T11:52:00.000+02:00

Chapter. Italian gift

Need to read my other fics “Perfect” and “On a count of ten” to understand this one since I’m intertwining all of them =)

POV Blaine

I come back to the room with some CDs that will help me to explain my role ideas to Kurt. He sits on the bed with his back on me – I can’t see what he’s doing. But I get to understand it quit quickly since Kurt asks:

- Don’t you want to tell me about this? – and he waves a paper he holds in his hands. A paper with a very familiar logo.

Damn it! I should’ve got rid of that letter the moment it came to me! Why have I kept it lying around my bedroom so Kurt – of all the people! – got to find it?

Kurt looks patiently at me and having my silence for confusion clears up his question:

- This paper here says that you’ve got invited to join a polo team designed to play in charity games during the next polo season. Is this the interesting idea you’d wanted to discuss with me? ‘Cause it’s not “an interesting idea”…

I hold my breath… how can he know? How could he possibly figure it out?

- It’s the greatest news ever! Why haven’t you told me right after you’ve received this? We could’ve been celebrating it for weeks by now!

Lovely clueless Kurt Hummel… But it’s hard to be annoyed with his enthusiasm since he knows nothing of what he’s talking about…

- Kurt, I’m not going to act upon it. I’m not gonna accept this invitation…

- Why wouldn’t you? It’s perfect for you! Polo has been your passion long before music came along and from the way you decorate your room I would never believe you’ve stopped loving polo!

Kurt! I really want to scream right now… YOU are perfect for me! Forget polo and music – YOU are my passion! And I could never stop loving YOU! And I’m doing this for YOU! But can never tell you the reason…

- Kurt, this team is assembled to play next year but till then they expect team members to spend their weekends in practice-camp… Two days a week away for a VERY long time!

- So? We don’t have glee practice on weekends and you’re free to go…

- Oh, is it so? And what happened to wanting to spend every second of every day with me to make your senior year “magical”?

Kurt smiles and takes my hand – his hands are so much warmer than mine. He starts rubbing my hands and for a few moments he’s lost in this action. Then Kurt comes back to say:

- I want this year to be magical for both of us… I practically forced you to transfer to McKinley…

I start to protest since he’s so wrong with this – I would’ve transferred sooner or later, I know it firmly! But Kurt silences me with his fingers… his soft, warm fingers over my lips…

- No, we won’t talk about this – you are with me and that’s all that matters. But I really want this year and every year to come to be special and happy for both of us. And if it takes two days a week away from you to get you to your happiest state of being – I’d take that bargain gladly! Also… I’m just dying to see you play! Pictures and videos aren’t good enough – I want to be there when you get out of the field, all dusty and thrilled… that may be really… inspiring.

I know it for sure that he meant so much more putting this picture into my mind. Me – fresh from the game, adrenaline pumping though my veins and victory intoxicating me… And him – giving me that promising embrace when I know that I’m in for so much more excitement… God! For someone who’s “still just silly romantic” this boy knows his way with words to get me fired up in all the right places! It’s a deadly combination – Kurt and dreams of polo!

And this is where I memorize that this will not go any further than dreams… Never…

- No, Kurt, don’t do this. If you want to see me play – we can think of something. But this is NOT the opportunity to jump on so leave it be. I’m not doing this and it’s final!

Kurt looks confused and for a good reason – I’ve just thrown away a chance to play my long-loved polo for no apparent cause. But Kurt won’t give up so easily:

- Why not?! Give me one good solid reason to decline this chance and I will not bother you again! And upfront warning – reasons like “just because I said so” won’t do!

Cushioning doesn’t help. Maybe… if I tell him the truth he will let it go nice and easy? No, not gonna work… He will see it as my act of self-sacrifice again and when Kurt is in his gratitude mode – it’s too much to take.

- Kurt, I’m asking you as my boyfriend to trust my judgment on this one and leave it be as it is. Believe me, I have my reasons to let this offer slide and I don’t regret this decision.

- But why?! I can for the love of God think of any reason one would pass this kind of life-changing opportunity! You get to play your favorite game! For a charity cause! It can be your big breakthrough for a sports future! Win-win-win! What’s the problem? I seriously don’t see it!

- Sebastian is going to be there!

It slipped through and I regret it the moment it came to life. I should’ve never said this. Now I will have to explain much more than this – and it can’t end good…

Kurt looks as if he was slushed with this news. He makes this high-pitched noise:

- Oh! Why?

- His dad’s company runs this whole thing for children charity organization where they bring together unprofessional teams of high-school players – to show that sport is for everybody and not only big-paycheck-professional-adults or something along these lines…

- And where does Sebastian come in?

- When I got this invitation it sounded a bit suspicious – I haven’t played in ages and even though I’ve been good back then but I wasn’t THAT good to remember me for years… And since Sebastian’s dad company was involved it looked double suspicious – so I’ve made some phone-calls… And it appears that Sebastian is running this whole charity vehicle as an extracurricular activity for his business college application…

- Quite informative calls you’ve got… - says Kurt in a small voice and I can’t help but feel sorry about how all of this fallen hard onto him.

- I have a friend who’s been invited too and joined the team by now – info comes from him.

Kurt sits on the bed with his knees pulled up to his chin, arms around his legs and rocking from side to side a little bit. Trying to comfort himself… because the idea of Sebastian’s return to his life… to our lives… is devastating to him.

- Kurt, listen to me, Kurt…

I finally get his attention and he raises his beautiful but haunted eyes to me.

- Kurt, I’m not going there not because I feel weak and afraid that Sebastian might succeed in his dirty little plans about us. And not because I think you might get jealous – I know you trust me above anybody else. I don’t want to go because I got invited not for being a good player but for being a pawn in somebody’s sick mind game – and I don’t want this either for me or for you.

Kurt’s expression changes from pained to understanding to determined. He eases his position into sitting one and looks deeply into my eyes – like he’s trying to talk to my soul. This soul-talk goes for a second but outcome is totally “zig” to a “zag” I’ve expected:

- Go. Blaine, you should go. We don’t know when the next chance like this will come. And I don’t really care what the reasons to invite you were but I do know that you ARE a remarkably good player – just like you are exceptionally good in everything you do – and they will be lucky to have you on board. As for Sebastian… I trust you as I trust nobody else, not even myself… And I trust US to be better than to hide from Sebastian hoping he would get bored and move along. He won’t break us, he won’t, he won’t…

Kurt’s gripping my hand, pleading for a confirmation in his gaze. I cover his hand with mine and repeat solemnly:

- He won’t break us! I love you and you are the strongest person I know and nothing can break you… Also you just happen to be the strongest magnet out there so nothing can break me away from you!

Kurt smiles on this joke compliment and replies with counter compliment:

- Look who’s talking! The biggest gay-magnet in all of Ohio who attracts man if he is a honey to a fly!

- Ah, that’s not me, it’s all about curly hair and bowties – I come off as a teddy bear to them =)

Kurt embraces me happily and whispers to my ear:

- Indeed, you very nice to cuddle with! I can testify that…

Than he leans backwards and measures me with calculating look. Kurt’s smile is very… physical:

- Come to think of it, I’ve never had a teddy bear… Would you be my Christmas present?

- Oh, that! Do you have any preferences on wrapping paper or would you be satisfied with just a ribbon and a bow?

Kurt’s smile tenses – gift joke went a bit further than he’d expected. Correct, love, don’t come to a waterfall of desires if you’re not planning to get wet yourself!

- Kurt, is there any part of me you like specifically so I can make it prettier for you?

Gee, that sounds too cheesy even for a joke… but I don’t get a time to come up with some soothing amendment – Kurt touches my chest with his fingers right above my heart:

- This. This is a part I love the most. But it can’t get any prettier than it already is for your heart is the most enchanting and beautiful thing that has ever touched my life. I’m so grateful for you! You’re my ultimate gift!

- Kurt, I… I don’t know what to say… I mean, I know what I want to express but no words seem to be good enough…

But Kurt doesn’t listen to me – he smiles to his own deep thoughts, than raises his head and asks:

- Have I ever told you that I literally wished for you once?

- What? How? When? – he must be kidding me, right? Wish for me?

- Last year, right before the Nationals. I had my eighteen’s surprise birthday party on our glee club practice… and I remember everybody gathered for a candles blowing ritual… and Rachel stressing me up to wish for us to win the Nationals… and I was going to wish for that for it was my biggest desire at that time! But then our “Candles” came into my mind and I wished you were with me – not just there, at the party, but much more than that – in my school, in my classes, in my club… in my life – as completely as possible.

And then they’ve lost at the Nationals… and I’ve told him I loved him… and got transferred to McKinley… All because he wished for me! Silly as that sounds but I revel in the excitement of this thought – he wished for me!

- See, Kurt, you have to choose your wishes wisely for they may come true… You could’ve had the Nationals!

- There will always be another show choir’s competition… But never another Blaine Anderson to ask for… So I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a long time – I’m going to spend all my wishes on you!

- I’m good with that!

What more can I say? No one can speak like Kurt does! Except for maybe…

I don’t need that bunch of CDs to know an introduction song for my character. A character I have yet to discuss with Kurt. But this can wait – I wouldn’t want to break the spell of our comfortable silence… It’s so peaceful, so tender… so us…

… … …

POV Kurt

Have you ever noticed how playing musical instrument changes people’s appearance? Playing piano Blaine always looks so elegant and passionate and heavenly… And now softly touching guitar strings he looks so earthly and real and romantic and… I just can’t get enough time to just marvel at him, can I?

- It is my deepest pleasure to introduce you to our newest character – Ciaro Gabriele, Italian exchange student who has joined our theatre group to provide useful insights since he has already have some theatre background and took part in stage plays. He doesn’t speak very good English so he don’t really communicate that much to the entire group, but he is charming and funny so people tend to treat him nicely. He is also Di’s secret crush…

- Wow, lady-love, wait a moment! Haven’t you told us to skip all gender-specifying plotlines? How come any love interest of Di is involved?!

Santana is fuming… has she had any ideas to put in life and had to abandon them for my “no-gender” rule? I will have to ask her about that… but then again – she can be bitchy just for a fun of it. We’ll have to work on her filtering system so Santana would start to differentiate the way she treats friends (and I KNOW I’m one of them!) and other people.

I try really hard to keep calm. I can be as bitchy as she is – but that’s not who I am. Not anymore. For I’ve found my happiness in this world… and there he is – smiling at me. And from that smile I know I can take this calmly:

- Shh, Santana, relax. Seriously, thought, what gender would you specify my voice belongs to simply by the fact that I’m in love with a man? Can I be a girl in love or, God forbids, gay in love – ‘cause that never happens, right? Come on, Santana, you and I know better than that =)

I go over everybody’s faces and explain:

- I said not to express any love interest towards Di since it will make him too “visible” to be invisible, but I've never mentioned that Di can’t fall in love! And, really, will you honestly tell me you can help but to fall in love with him?

And then they see him – my curly Italian boy, all smiling and a bit confused as if he missed the last part of my speech and can’t understand why people are staring at him. Taking this attention as his queue to start, Blaine opens the most beautiful Italian song:

Voglio farti un regalo

Qualcosa di dolce, qualcosa di raro

Non un comune regalo

Di quelli che hai perso, o mai aperto

O lasciato in treno, o mai accettato

Di quelli che apri e poi piangi

Che sei contenta e non fingi

In questo giorno di metà settembre

Ti dedicherò il regalo mio più grande

Vorrei donare il tuo sorriso alla luna perché

Di notte chi la guarda possa pensare a te

Per ricordarti che il mio amore è importante

Che non importa ciò che dice la gente

Perché tu mi hai protetto con la tua gelosia che anche

Che molto stanco il tuo sorriso non andava via

Devo partire però se ho nel cuore

La tua presenza è sempre arrivo e mai partenza

Il regalo mio più grande

Vorrei mi facessi un regalo

Un sogno inespresso, donarmelo adesso

Di quelli che non so aprire

Di fronte ad altra gente

Perché il regalo più grande

È solo nostro per sempre…

And I know none of them knows the meaning of this song. Yes, they are hypnotized by its perfect flow and deep intimate feeling Blaine’s voice is giving to the song... But only I know that this song is not just an introduction song. It’s a serenade. For me. For us.

I want to get you a gift

Something sweet, something rare

Not a common gift

Like those that you've lost, or never opened

Or left in the train, or never accepted

But those that you open and then you cry

And you're happy and not pretending

On this day in mid-September

I will devote to you, my greatest gift

I want to give your smile to the moon so that

At night whoever sees it can think of you

To remind you that my love is important

And that it doesn't matter what people say

Because you've protected me with your jealousy and

When very tired your smile did not go away

I have to leave but if I know in my heart

That your presence is always an arrival and never a departure

My greatest gift

I want you to get me a gift

An unvoiced dream, now given to me

One that I know not to open

In front of other people

Because the greatest gift

is only our forever…

Introduction song – Tiziano Ferro “Il Regalo Più Grande”.

Full lyrics and English translation can be found here.

P.S. "Cairo" \ca(i)-ro\ as a boy's name is pronounced KIE-ro. It is of Arabic origin, and the meaning of Cairo is "victorious". "Gabriele" is Italian form of Latin Gabrielus, meaning "man of God" or "warrior of God."
P.P.S. And if you really want to see Darren Criss (a.k.a. Blaine) singing Italian while playing guitar - go here! Also you wouldn't really want to miss seeing him singing the same song looking dashing here!!!

Glee #4.7. Jocks

2011-12-06T16:27:00.001+02:00

Chapter Seven. Jocks

POV Kurt

- Well, my man, you are officially screwed! I mean your musical…

And to think that I was starting to believe this day will go on as peacefully as it has started. Here I was sitting in the cafeteria with Blaine, Finn and Rachel, going over our Christmas shopping plans (Rachel and I have plans, Blaine will go just to hang out with me more, Finn is still fighting to stay out of it – and loosing poorly) when Puck and Sam came crushing to our little dreamy world. To make themselves even more noticeable they’ve made a point of dragging a couple of chairs from the other side of the room to our table making that terrible screeching noise.

People were turning heads but that turning them back really quickly. It’s almost funny how everybody who has issues in this school tries to unload those issues on glee clubbers’ heads… but when confronted with the fact that we are a very big and physically advanced group of people (sure, I don’t mean me, but we have like a half of school’s football team!)… everybody pretends not to notice us. Cowards…

But that little vengeful amusement quickly passed as Puck kept going on about our musical being lame and destined to fail… If I would get a penny every time somebody says that to me – I’d solve our financing problem!

- Puck, seriously, I see where it’s going – you will keep ranting over and over about how unlucky we are unless you will save us with your brilliant idea… But I have to disappoint you – Santana came with this approach first and it didn’t work then – won’t work now. So either you do have some idea for your role and you want to discuss it nice and easy or you can stop your big act now – we have enough drama queens at this table as it is and you are obviously a newbie in crating suspense!

Sam shoves Puck’s shoulder hard enough to actually move him a bit along with Puck’s chair. Sam corrects his jacket and says to all of us:

- Sorry, guys, we didn’t mean for it to come off like that, Puck just got a bit… carried away. But we do have an idea – nothing fancy or even original but we think it might work for good. I mean, show needs some clichés if we are talking about normal high school, right? So we figured – if there are cheerleaders there have to be some jocks as well…

Puck collects his good mood and continues:

- Yeah! We are going to be those jocks! The most common image of them all – hot, sexy, famous, always into trouble and, above all things, loved by the ladies, - Puck winks at Rachel to what Finn responds with squinting eyes:

- You do know that’s not what all jocks are?!

- Cool, bro, I’m not going after you girlfriend… now, - Puck’s smile comes out overly demonic, - but to be serious our musical needs couple of those pranksters who will create havoc here and there and break ladies hears along with some people’s heads! We are happy to provide our services to fill those roles!

He high-fives Sam clearly pleased with how that speech of his went. I turn to face Blaine asking for his opinion with eyes only. We are the ones who were bullied on a regular basis in a past so it’s mainly up to us to decide about this particular plotline.

Blaine smiles over this friendly bickering… he is happy that my musical attracts so many people who want to take part… he is happy for me.

Than he catches my serious mood and understands my unspoken question. He’s silent for a moment and then he responds to cheerful Puck:

- I have a favour to ask… You’ve mentioned so many nice qualities everyone would like to have – popular, sexy and… hm… active. Would you please consider adding something to your characters to support the idea that all of this can be achieved without violence over school geeks? I mean, I’m not entirely OK with idea of breaking someone’s heart either… but those things happen I guess… but breaking someone’s collarbone…

He cringes at the idea. At least, everybody else think it’s his reaction to the idea. I know he’s just going through some very painful memory – real memory of a real break…

Sam lowers his head to peak under Blaine’s half-closed lashes:

- Blaine, we’ve got that covered. My character, whose name is actually Jay, used to be small and nerdy so he was constantly bullied in a middle school. Then he went for a growth sprout and added some muscles from playing football – so now he’s kinda Superman for local geeks =) And Puck’s character, Adam, goes along with this anti-bulling campaign just because it’s more fun to beat up bigger guys than the other way around!

We all smile on this unusual and unexpectedly developed approach. Sam adds in a more serious note addressing nobody in particular:

- I have a little brother and if he will grow up to be a geek or… gay… I will still love him the same. And I wouldn’t let anybody to hurt him! So… we’ll get this in order…

Silence… I have this feeling that me and Blaine – we taught these guys something about acceptance and friendship… and it’s a good feeling, don’t want to let go of it just yet.

But silence is too awkward for Puck so he breaks it for a funny comment:

- The hell with a beating, I’m here for the ladies! Our characters are going to be Casanovas of epic proportions, me being experienced and knowing all the tricks, Sam… I mean, Jay… being a newbie to all of it and seriously falling in love “for the last time” every time he lays his eyes on a new girl!

- Isn’t it shallow? – Rachel sounds bit disgust with this attitude so Puck’s rude response should not surprise her:

- Sure, babe, it’s shallow! But somebody has to bring some fun here and counterweight Santana and Brittany. Moreover, I’m guessing we’ll have enough “deep emotional characters” since none of you haven’t finished working on yours! And I suspect you’re going for a waterfall of tears because a rainbow of smiles wouldn’t take that long to develop!

Wow, I’m seriously surprised! Both with the speech that was very accurate and with his assessment of character’s division among NDs! Very insightful, Puck!

Rachel looks abashed with this respond and I need to calm thing down to get back on a happy track:

- Well, Puck, Sam, if there are two people I would trust with bringing in some serious fun – it would be you! So you have my blessing – go and be our hero jocks! Show us what you’ve got!

And they were right – what they’ve got is so much fun!

Introduction song - Shaggy feat RikRok “It Wasn't Me”

Glee #4.6. Bollywood Dreamz

2011-12-05T10:34:00.001+02:00

This chapter is a tribute to my love for Bollywood movies and specifically Bollywood music… And I’m so thrilled Glee is going to have an Indian character – even though there’s no way this character will actually perform anything in Hindi =( But here is going to be a lot of Bollywood music =)

Chapter six. Bollywood Dreamz

POV Blaine

I’m in a choir room But Kurt isn’t here yet. I’m guessing it’s due to the fact that his last period was French and he can’t help but stay a bit longer to talk to his teacher – since it’s the only person Kurt knows who can talk “decent French” and French is a fashion language so… =)

Glee practice is not for another twenty minutes so I don’t need to hurry to auditorium and can wait for Kurt here – we’ve agreed to go through couple of his newly written songs before showing them to the rest. Choir room fits our needs perfectly – it’s empty and it has a piano in it.

- Hi… - comes timid voice from behind.

I turn around to face beautiful girl (and I mean it! extremely beautiful girl!) of an Indian descend. Everything about her says about it - almond-shaped eyes and naturally tanned skin, ornamented outfit that looks like a long white tunica with deep incisions on both sides and a pair of flowing green pants. Also she has this cute accent when she asks me:

- Sorry to intrude…

I nod encouragingly:

- I wasn’t doing anything to interrupt me =) Can I help you with something?

She looks around as if searching for something:

- Do you know where can I find Mr.Kurt Hummel? I’ve been told he should be here this time of day…

Wow, what a coincidence! Kurt Hummel is a very popular person it appears to be!

- Actually, if you wait here with me and we’re both lucky enough that Kurt will grace us with his arrival… Is there anything you wanted to discuss with him?

She looks at me carefully from under lowered lashes trying to be discreet… her gaze focuses on my bowtie and I wonder what’s so interesting about it? She asks shyly:

- Are you… Blaine? Kurt’s… boyfriend?

Oh, I get it now – the bowtie is a giveaway hint of my identity! Maybe there is something to Santana’s words about bowties…

Anyway, the way this girl pauses before “boyfriend” is adorable and annoying in the same time. So what if I am? Is it forbidden?

- Yes, I am Blaine, Kurt’s boyfriend. You mind?

She flashes her eyes wide opened scared that she’d insulted me:

- Oh, no-no, no-no-no! Forgive me for being rude! I didn’t mean to!

- It’s OK, I overreacted, sorry. It’s just people don’t usually act so surprised about us being boyfriends… at least, not anymore. And you look as if it’s the first time you’ve heard of a gay couple…

She lowers her head and it hits me – it’s actually true! I’m the first gay person she’s ever met! But her perfect English (never mind a little accent) gave me the idea that she’s from USA… She interrupts my thought with explanations of her own:

- I’m from a small town near Mumbai… My father was working as a manager of a call-center for Ohio based company but got promoted so my family had moved here a month ago. Back in my town it was not very common to see boys holding hands with girls – it’s just not how our culture goes. Let alone to see somebody… of a same gender… being openly… fond of each other. To be a couple.

She’s so adorable with her stumbling though that last sentence!

- In America we are a bit more open in this aspect… So it’s OK to ask me that question – I don’t mind. But some people may so you’d better stay away from this kind of topics before you get to know our way with relationships.

She nods and looks around:

- Do you know how much more shall we wait? I don’t want to be late for my classes…

I look at me watch and say:

- You have plenty of time and Kurt is supposed to show up about…

- Now! – Kurt’s victorious voice interjects. – Sorry for being late – got into fascinating discussion about Coco Chanel…

Kurt’s voice trails away when he sees a girl behind my back. He smiles at her with the most welcoming smile:

- Sunehri, what bought you here today? What can we do for you?

Damn! How rude of me! This girl practically gave me her life-story (I must look very trustworthy!) and I never bothered to ask her name! Bad, Blaine, very bad!

- You can call me Neri, really, everybody else does…

- If you wish so, Neri, but your full name is also very beautiful… It means “golden”, right?

Neri raises surprised eyes to Kurt – sure thing, why should she expect him to know her name AND its meaning since she apparently has never met Kurt before personally! I second this questioning gaze with my own. Kurt smiles to both of us and waves away our astonishment:

- Oh, really, people, how unobservant should I be to miss the first ever person to show up in school wearing original shalwar kameez?! Neri has the most exquisite Indian outfits and a great fashion taste! And we also in the same geography class so it wasn’t that hard to get her name =)

That clears up Kurt’s all-seeing knowledge and he asks again:

- So, Neri, did you want to discuss anything with us?

Neri shies away from answering at first but then collects her courage to ask:

- I’ve overheard some girls discussing the musical you’re writing… I was wondering if maybe… you need a back-up dancer… if you have any dancing in there…

Kurt takes his phone out to text someone – sure thing, why can’t we both be rude to this poor girl? Neri takes this as a sign of him not being interested enough and her voice became stronger – she is trying to convince us even though we aren’t thinking of denying her:

- I have a classic dance practice; I’m actually a trained kathak dancer! Sure, it’s not what American dances look like… but I think I can adjust… if you give me a chance… please?

Kurt smiles back and exactly the moment he’s about to say something the door to the choir room flies open and Mike comes in with Tina right behind him. Mike takes in the surroundings and questions:

- Man, where’s the fire? After your “Come to the choir room STAT” I was about to bring the whole team for a backup! What’s up?

Kurt gives him a wide inviting gesture motioning to Neri:

- Neri, I’d like to introduce you to our lead, Tina, and our choreographer, Mike…

Mike interrupts:

- Choreographer? Really? Wow, man, that’s just… wow!

- Oh, Mike, did you think you will get away so easily? Ney, you have a double role – you ARE a choreographer of the show and you play one IN the show. But your character is mute – I don’t want to overload you with singing, we’ll organize Tina to have background vocals for you to have a couple of dancing performances… But these are details and not for today’s discussion. Today’s topic you were summoned here for – and thanks for not tagging along the whole group – is she! Let me introduce you to our newest dancing star, Neri!

Room goes silent for nobody seems to understand what’s happening. Kurt beams with delight, I have completely no idea where this development came from (I have a couple of lucky guesses but will have to wait to shake the truth out of this smiling demon), Mike measures Neri with interest and Tina eyes her with poorly hidden jealousy – she always jealous of whoever comes close to dancing with Mike… even though she shouldn’t be – Mike’s head over heels in love with Tina. Neri tries to dissolve herself in the air but eventually asks:

- You haven’t even seen me dancing… Isn’t it too early to introduce me to your choreographer?

He is a devil! Because nobody seeing him right now would not suspect his mischievous planning character – nobody but me for I know him the best… he is on to something! But to everybody else he looks like complete angel!

- Neri, I’m all for seeing you dance, but for one I have no expertise in this – Mike says I have like one move in total, for two – I’ve heard you singing! And your wish to join us is enough for me to get you on board – whether you will be singing, dancing or simply gracing us with the presence of your perfect beauty!

Oh my, aren’t we a smooth talker! If I didn’t know better I’d be so jealous by now… Tina, I understand you completely!

Neri says:

- When have you heard me singing? I haven’t sung for you…

- Sure thing you didn’t, but I overheard you during lunch break couple of weeks ago – you were humming something to yourself and then broke into actual song... You didn’t notice I was there in the class and I didn’t want to interrupt you. Can you sing that song again?

Kurt hums something and considering his ear for music he apparently comes off close to the original for Neri smiles recognising the song. She says:

- We’ve had a Diwali about a month ago… This is a festival of lights and colours and music and… Well, that song comes from that festival – it was very popular this year… I’ll sing it to you… but… please… be nice… I don’t sing usually, I’m a dancer so…

Jali toh bujhi na

Kasam se koyla ho gayi haan

Lagi hai tujhe na

Kasam se tauba ho gayi haan…

And the rest goes as Chhan Ke Mohalla

You really need to see how this shy girl turns into playful flower when she is singing and dancing! Quite a transformation I should say! And that’s not my opinion alone – I can see Kurt’s proud smile (something fraternal about it, like he’s the one who discovered the talent all by himself… Sometimes he so self-centred – and I still love that about him!)… Mike looks carefully as if learning the steps and Tina hums along and taps her foot – I wouldn’t be surprise if she’d join the dance =)

But Neri goes on only for a couple of verses and then stops. She’s as demure as she was in the beginning of our conversation – as if this colour firework just now had never happened!

Mike claps his hands loudly and almost jumps with excitement:

- Great! We will have you do exactly that! That’s going to be awesome!

Neri raises her eyes:

- But I thought you’d have me do some American dance…

- Nuh, who needs them?! We need spice added to our lifestyle – and you are perfect to do that!

Neri shies away from this proposition:

- I’m not sure what do you mean by “spice”. Some of your American ideas for “spicy” are too… provocative for my culture. We treat women’s beauty differently… it’s not about how little clothe you have on, it’s about what your eyes and words and movements suggest… but we don’t get to be “sexy” in the way you see it. I just can’t do “sexy” if that’s what you’re suggesting…

Mike shakes his head to disagree:

- From what I’ve seen so far your own version of “pure but sexy” will be just fine! And from what I know of kathak you’re going to be outstanding – we just need to find you a right song with more… suggestive lyrics! And we’re gonna bring the house down! I'm telling ya, you will be a star!

Kurt carefully hugs Neri’s shoulders and it’s a big thing for him – to touch somebody deliberately! He whispers to her:

- Don’t worry – you have a perfect voice to sing and a perfect appearance to come off as innocent of as experienced as you’d like! And if I know anything in this life than I’ll bet that after your introduction to our glee club you’ll have a list of noble knights to protect your virtue =) In the most friendly way possible – I’ll make sure of that!

OK, that’s official – my boyfriend took a mentorship over this new girl =) She’s a great singer and he’s gay and in love with me – so no harm done… win-win!

Tina doesn’t see it as easy as I do for Neri is gorgeous and a wonderful dancer but she composes herself to welcome Neri and the three of them go into discussion about what should Neri do for her introduction…

None of us noticed that we’ve actually missed the glee club practice and Neri has missed her classes… but I hope it will all turn out to the best for all of us!

… … …

- First time I saw this girl I was mesmerized by how beautiful she is. Then… when I REALLY saw this girl she enchanted us all with her talent both for singing and dancing… But I won’t tease you any further – I present you the festival of lights, Neri!

Aisi nazar se dekha, us zalim ne chowk par

Humne kaleja rakh diya chaku ki nok par

Neri is dazzling in her open half-sari and I wish everybody in the audience knew how… interesting her song is…

The way that villain eyed me in the market-place,

It felt like putting my heart at knife's point...

But the performance speaks for itself – she is as sexy as it gets and almost fully clothed by our standards! Go figure that dance and song can have that kind of exiting power =)

Introduction song - Kajra Re

P.S. If it's not too much to ask, Mike, can you please dance to this?

P.P.S. For a complete lyrics and translation of Chhan Ke Mohalla go here, for Kajra Re go here.

To be continued...

Glee #4.5. New characters

2011-12-03T20:21:00.001+02:00

Chapter five. New characters.

POV Kurt

HomeEc is not one of my top-five favorite classes since our teacher Mrs. Hagberg knows as much of cooking and interior design as I know of power trucks and heavy metal – close to nothing! For her cooking is making scrambled eggs and toasts… and don’t get me started on her home design ideas!

But on the bright side I get to spend some time in testosterone-free zone and amuse myself watching Brittany as she tries and fails to fallow even the simplest instructions from cooking book. I would probably feel bad for having fun on an account of a friend but you should know Brittany really well to know that a) Brits knows she’s hilarious and she actually likes to make us laugh over her little “silly act” b) she is far from being as stupid as she seems and if you ever try to cross her with your wits – you are in a lot of surprise! Not to mention the furious hurricane named Santana that will come for you to save her “white angel”!

Those two are inseparable now which is cute and unnerving in the same time. Cute – because I’m all for being happy as much as you can, but unnerving because Santana is still in her defensive mode and gets triggered to attact on the most innocent reasons…

That is why I’m a bit alarmed when Brittany and Santana (we should think of some pet name for this couple…) come crushing to seats next to mine sealing me in my place. Good thing their faces are happy and Santana addresses me with a smile:

- So, my favorite gay sunshine, how is that idea of yours about our own storylines work? Do we get to choose from some pre-written list or do we get to make our own wild fantasies into real thing?

How come she always calls me something offensive and adorable at the same time? Well, by “adorable” I mean that she’s been trying to be nice to us these past couple of weeks – being happy and in a committed relationship has done wonders to our Lima-Loca…

- Santana, you get to do whatever you want. As long as it stays within the rules of original story – I mean, try not to give away Di’s gender by falling in love with him and we’re good to go! I will do my best to fit in whatever ideas you have on your mind.

Santana snorts when I mention “falling in love with Di” but I can’t really blame her – he’s not one of the most crush-worthy characters out there.

Santana gives me a punch in a shoulder which hurts since she’s so much stronger that one would expect from a girl… but then again – she’s athletic and called Lima-Loca for a good reason =) Santana disregards my pained expression:

- Kurt, we have the best idea ever! We are here to add some spice to your little show! We will perform as cheerleaders in the group!

- Wow, what and unexpected twist!

Santana pretends not to notice my sarcasm:

- Seriously, you need some healthy women sexiness if you want to make this whole thing interesting for people to watch!

Should I applause for her self-confidence and high regards for my musical’s quality?

- I’m so grateful for your sacrifice to the altar of my otherwise doomed creation I’m about to collapse to my knees to worship you!

- Oh, our little princess is bitchy? Relax, man, that’s not what we meant by that. It’s just every story needs a couple of those girls who everybody wants but not everybody gets… Also we are going to torture your Di for being the last high school virgin known to the mankind – which is great since it does not point to who Di is – a girl or a boy – because girls can be bitchy to anybody. It’s not the same with the bulling – bullies won’t shove a girl against the locker – so you can’t have anybody who will be vicious to Di like that. And we CAN be all kinds of evil to you – and I know you are grateful so save it!

She looks pleased with how logical that big explanation sounded. And I have to give it to her – indeed, Di can’t be bullied the usual way… But Santana being a savior for plot holes… she does love herself a lot!

But that is Brittany who saves this idea for me:

- Statistically speaking, every thirtieth girl in a high school in USA is a cheerleader so if you want to make that group plausible you’d better take one or two on board… Plus I have a couple of nice uniforms I won in a cheerleading camp last year so we’re good with the costumes…

Told you! Brittany may surprise you in every turn! Turns out there are statistics! And the costumes thing – they’ve actually thought is through, it’s not just “let’s go the easiest most obvious way”. They DO care!

- Well, girls, you’re in! Do you want me to think of intro for you or have you figured it out as well?

Santana gives me this “huh” look:

- Sugar, we have ALL of this covered! Just watch and learn!

Lucky for me they didn’t go for the introduction during Home Ec class – that would’ve been a spectacle! But no – girls have waited for all the appreciative audience (a.k.a. boys) to gather in the auditorium and gave us all what they called “women sexiness power”… I’m no expert at that, but from the way boys’ jaws have fallen down to the floor and the way girls were squinting their eyes I take it that was something!

I know you like me (I know you like me)

I know you do (I know you do)

That’s why whenever I come around she’s all over you

And I know you want it (I know you want it)

It's easy to see (it's easy to see)

And in the back of your mind

I know you should be home with me

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me

Don’t cha, don’t cha

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me

Don’t cha, don’t cha…

Introduction song – Pussycat Dolls “Don’t cha”

P.S. Why haven't I ever noticed that Naya Rivera is a younger copy of

Nicole Scherzinger? Give Santana Pussycat's Song stat!

Glee #4.4. The Role

2011-11-30T22:19:00.001+02:00

Chapter Four. The Role

POV Kurt

It’s the end of the dance practice and both Mike and Tina look exhausted. Tina takes it very seriously trying to catch up to her boyfriend as best as she can. Very persistent… good for her!

- Hi! Mike, you mind if I talk to Tina alone for a sec? Or maybe not just a sec…

Tina looks surprised; Mike looks at Tina with a question in his gaze. Tina shrugs a bit – clearly she has no idea of my possible topic of conversation – but motions him to leave us alone. Mike stands up, gathers his stuff and runs off to the lockers room. I guess Tina would also like to hit the showers but she stays on the floor waiting for me to start my mysterious “talk”.

Oh, well, why not? And I go sit beside her in the floor knowing all too well what it would do to my white-and-black printed jeans. You have to sacrifice for art, you know…

- Tina, I wanted to discuss this role with you…

- Like, that other big role you’re writing? Sure thing, I have tons of paranormal reading behind my shoulder so you can ask me whatever you need to know – I’d be glad to help!

Tina is very enthusiastic and very wrong in the same time… She comes nowhere close to what I’m actually asking her…

- No, Tina, the role has already been written in full length, I just need to get one person to agree to act it…

Tina looks at me with sorrow in her eyes as if she pities me for some reason:

- Blaine doesn’t want to do it? Do you want me to talk to him? What else could I do?

She still fails to get the idea… Should I be more head-on?

- Tina, I’ve already spoken to Blaine and he’s fully on board with my proposition for whom should play this role. In fact he said the same name I was thinking right after I described him this role. Your name, Tina.

- What? You mean… What? Why would you give me this role?

Abashed is the easiest way to describe her face expression. She would not expect something like this come her way in a millennia! Which is exactly the reason!

- Tina, this is the role of a person Di meets in the Vanished World. She’s been there forever and she knows what it feels like – to be invisible to the people around you. Because when she was real and alive she was both beautiful and talented and smart and funny… but it never seemed to be enough to earn her the recognition she deserved. And she vanished – willingly. You can say she was the first one to go to the Vanished World on her own accord and to stay there. For she has an option to come back… but chooses to stay there to guide arriving Vanished back to their lives, back to their realities… I just thought that this is the role you of all people can connect to.

- I see…

Tina lowers her head and I can’t see her face but I know she’s in pain. It’s been too long since we’ve spoken in full length but I don’t need a heart-to-heart to know what she feels like with us. She is so talented and so unlike anybody else – yet she chooses to shy away from any competition we have to let others shine. She could’ve claimed her own diva spot long time ago – instead she is our constant background support, the best voice you can lean on when yours is failing…

- I don’t know, Kurt… I don’t want to mess it up for you. And I don’t want other girls to be upset with you so early in the development – you’ll need all the glee stars you can get…

- No, Tina, it has to be you! I knew you’d be apprehensive about taking this role – that’s why I’ve told everybody this role wasn’t developed yet… And if you will deny it – I will simply scratch out the whole role. Without you there will be no role!

- You trust me that much? Why?

Sweet, sweet little Tina. My, oh my, what have we done to you?

- I know it… the moment this role idea came to me I’ve always pictured you and nobody else. Your personality, your voice, even the way you dress! It’s all you!

Tina smiles… Timidly but smiles…

- I get to choose my clothing?

- Tin-tin, you can choose whatever you want about your character! Because I’ve already told you everything I know about her – and as far as I’m concerned you know the rest. You know her better than anyone!

- Can I be funny? Like sarcastically funny and witty?

Now we’re talking! I wonder if she noticed she’d accepted the role =)

- Again, you can do whatever you want! Well… as long as you stay within the story so I’d ask you to check your craziest ideas with me… Other than that – go ahead, be whoever you’ve always wanted to be on stage! Spooky, sexy, snarky… anything! Just don’t forget to help Di to get out of the Vanished World – and we’re fine =)

Tina’s silent – lost in her thoughts. It looks like she’s already planning the outfits and writhing phenomenal one-liners… and then she looks at me with this happiest sparkle in her eyes – the one I wanted to see for so long – and says:

- I have an idea how to introduce Ava to the group! Would you help me? And – yeah – her name is Ava…

- Great, we have a name! What shall we have for introduction?

Her idea is brilliant! If Ava will come off half as brilliant as she’s started I’ll have to fight hard for my money to make Di to match her star quality!

We part on the elevated note as we’ve both found ourselves something to look forward to. I call Tina:

- Tin-tin, a sec! Remember that part about this role not being “the lead” but simply being “crucial”?

She nods very seriously ready to fall into background if required. I wink at her with my most cunning smile:

- Forget that nonsense! You’ve just got yourself a life-changing lead in a musical!

Tina giggles and runs away from the room – presumably to look for Mike to tell him our big little secret =)

… … …

Auditorium is shaded but I still can see everybody clearly. We’ve gathered here and not in the choir room because I need a special light for what is about to happen. Today I have all of the NDs together – Quinn, Sam and Dave has already been filled in with the latest musical news and as eager to take part as everybody in the auditorium.

So, shall we start?

- I gathered you here today to introduce a very special someone to you. This person is the strongest one out there for its will to stay in shadows so others could shine. To be forgotten so others can make new memories. To let people to come back to the light… So… with no further ado I present to you Ava, The Guardian of The Vanished World!

The dark stage lightens revealing Tina, standing there in a simple pale dress, no colored locks of hair, no heavy makeup, no black nails – no nothing. Just Tina in her purest form. Or is it Ava by now? Her eyes are closed and head is slightly tilted as if she listens to some soundless music.

People in the auditorium switch their gazes to the back seats where Mike is sitting. Where Tina should’ve been sitting – I bet some of them didn’t even notice she wasn’t there before. Mike smiles victoriously like saying “A-huh! She IS on stage! The lead!” He’s overreacting a bit but I know how it feels – to be proud of loved one’s long deserved success.

Music starts playing – dramatic and otherworldly. Ava starts spinning slowly not opening her eyes… that faster and faster as rhythm rises. It all stop to an abrupt halt and Ava opens her eyes to the audience. Her voice comes clear and strong and it gives me shivers like I’ve been touched by a ghost…

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb

Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up - Wake me up inside

I can't wake up - Wake me up inside

Save me - Call my name and save me from the dark

Wake me up - Bid my blood to run

I can't wake up - Before I come undone

Save me - Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without

You can't just leave me

Breathe into me and make me real

Bring me to life

I've been living a lie

There's nothing inside

Bring me to life

Frozen inside without your touch

Without your love, darling

Only you are the life among the dead

All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see

Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Without thought, without voice, without a soul

Don't let me die here

There must be something more

Bring me to life

Nobody has ever questioned giving this role to Tina. Nor has she ever doubted herself again…

The introduction song - Evanescence "Bring Me To Life"

To be continued...

Glee #4.3. Mixed

2011-11-30T22:17:00.001+02:00

Chapter Three. Mixed

POV Kurt

- Are you coming?

His voice comes from behind and takes me off guard – I was lost in my thoughts. I turn around to face my beautiful perfect everything – my Blaine. That's how I always refer to him in my mind – my Blaine – ‘cause it makes me feel so infinitely powerful – knowing he’s mine!

But today my Blaine was a little different – not enough to get everybody else to notice it but enough for me to start worrying:

- What’s wrong, Blaine? You’ve been so quiet today… Didn’t you like the idea for musical? If that is so – you can tell me, I’m strong enough to take it, really!

Blain shakes his head and takes my hand into his – oh my, his hands are freezing!

- Kurt, you are strong enough to take whatever comes… and “no” – I did like the idea for musical, I LOVED the idea – it is as unique and exquisite as you are! It’s just that…

- What “that”? Blaine, you’re tearing me apart here! What is it?

- Hard to explain… When you’ve mentioned the idea – I was all for it! But when I got to understand how developed that idea was – with a story, characters, sample music sheets…

I knew he’d be the one to notice music sheets on the piano desk – I brought it just in case anyone would want to hear some of finished songs…

Blaine continues:

- I’ve got these mixed feelings… like on the one hand how ignorant and unobservant I was to you to miss something THIS big going on in your mind… on the other hand why would you keep it a secret from me? Unless you’ve deemed me unworthy to share this with…

He’s getting it too far! Really! How can he possibly think that?! He should know better by now!

- Blaine, it’s not fare – to think something like this about me! About us! What should I do to prove to you HOW MUCH you mean to me so you’d stop thinking the worst on any given occasion?!

Blaine is embarrassed for he knows I’m right:

- Sorry, Kurt, I didn’t want to say it the way it came out… It’s just hard for me to form coherent thoughts on this subject. I guess I’m just overly touchy today… Because I got yet another confirmation that my boyfriend is overwhelmingly talented and I have one of those lapses of self-confidence so everything comes shadowed by this.

I smile – Blaine complimented me, apologised and diminished himself all in one sentence. I’ll skip the diminishing part but would also make some multi-tasking statements:

- You know, for somebody so hauntingly beautiful and damn hot and breathtakingly talented and… did I mention “hot” already? So… for somebody so utterly perfect you have a very unusually low self-esteem. We should work on that! I propose we schedule me serenading you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and I will make a tattoo of your name on my forehead! Or is it too much? You’re probable right – we only need two serenade days a week not to get you all presumptuous =)

I am the happiest man in the whole wide world when Blaine laughs like that! When he hugs me so tightly and whispers silly love nonsenses with his velvet voice… when he kisses me like that… I am the happiest person alive – even if I can’t breathe properly and about to suffocate of happiness and Blaine’s tight embrace!

- Easy, tiger, if you want me around for some more time, you should appreciate the delicacy of my stature and my silk jacket!

- Sure, love, the delicacy of your wardrobe always gets me worried… not about wardrobe itself but still…

Air, need some air! Cool thinking, Kurt, get yourself together, you are in the middle of public school’s grounds! Back to serious talk!

- Blaine… About that “not-telling-you-thing”. To be honest I wasn’t sure I will go till the end with this idea… there were so many times I thought I wouldn’t be able to pull this off… And I was afraid that if you knew about this… and if I would eventually back down… you’d despise me for being weak.

Blaine’s embrace tightens abound my waist as if he’s trying to hold me up. He says in a low voice:

- We are quite a couple, aren’t we? Even our insecurities match perfectly! It seems we should work on your self-esteem too… was it a tattoo on a forehead? That should do it!

He turns me around to look into my eyes:

- Kurt… First, I would NEVER despise you for being human and having challenges… second, there isn't and never was a way you could’ve failed the musical – music is in your blood and in your heart and in your every thought – you just can’t fail it!

- I love you, Blaine Anderson! And if it is so – what you’ve said about me and music – than YOU are my music – you are in everything I am! And don’t you ever doubt that! You can doubt gravity and a shape of the planet – but never question my feelings to you! Agreed? Once and for all?

... ... ...

Heartbeat… His heartbeat… Most magical music in my life. I can listen to it forever just lying here with my head pressed to his chest. His smile is dreamy and his eyes are closed, his hand travels though my hair… I’m feeling like a cat – about to purr…

Blaine raises his head and watches me closely:

- Should we pretend that you’ve forgotten you had something important to talk about and keep doing that, - he caresses the back of my neck to emphasise which “that” he means, - or will you regret not having that conversation?

Correct, love, I’d like to forget about anything that will distract me from current state of relaxed happiness… but your opinion on one very specific subject is vital both to me and to subject itself:

- Blaine… I wanted to discuss that other “crucial” role with you… This is the role of…

To be continued...

Glee #4.2. Voices

2011-11-30T22:16:00.001+02:00

Chapter Two. Voices

POV Kurt

- Isn’t it a little bit too obvious, my man? – asks Mercedes and I can see Blaine tense behind her – he really wouldn’t want to argue with Mer, he likes her the best, but he would go as far as it takes to secure me my spot – partially because he loves me, partially because he still thinks he owes me the role of Tony.

- No, darling, that’s not it, - I answer to Mercedes but actually addressing all of them. – I have to admit that this has started off like my little vanity-project… But then it expanded to a much bigger picture and eventually outgrew all my ambitions… And if there was a way to give this role to somebody better suited for it than me – I’d do that gladly!

- Better suited? Are we missing something about this Di character? What so special about him that only you can play?

Santana is a little angry – and I don’t know why. Maybe she wanted to get a lead… or she just wants to show that she is opinionated about everything… and about me using my author status to get myself a role of my choosing.

- Santana… it’s not about what this character plays… it’s about the voice. It should be my voice…

A lot of confusion in the room – and I do come off a little narcissistic. But I keep going with my explanation – everybody needs to know it’s not about me; it’s only a technicality issue of my voice:

- When I was writing Di’s character I kept this idea to make a role that will suit me better than anybody else – just the way other roles don’t suit me… I guess, it was some kind of vengeful spree and it was very immature… but I really like the idea I ended up with and can’t let it go just so everybody else can have a chance to play Di. It either has to be me – or it won’t be Di anymore…

I know the right words that will explain everything in the shortest way possible. But I have a hard time trying to mouth those words. Because it will sound like a nice trick to use in the show – but in fact it is my day-to-day life and it’s hurtful.

Mr. Shuester who has been listening to us mindfully directs his gaze to me and asks:

- Kurt… This Di you keep referring to as “character”… is it a “he” or a “she”?

Thank God for Mr.Shue! He’s made it so much easier for me! Now that I know that there’s at least one person who’d support my choice to play Di based on pure logic (how else could he guess to ask THAT question? Logic!), it’s much easier to finish the explanation:

- Eventually, when Di returns to being visible and known and missed and appreciated in people’s life it will turn out to be “he” – for I can’t see myself passing as “she” no matter how feminine I may look to some people. But only in the very end it gets cleared out. The rest of the story is accompanied with Di’s voice, singing both in low and high register so nobody would know for sure… It’s supposed to be a metaphor for getting so completely lost from people’s view – when you don’t even get recognised as gender-related.

Artie claps his hands and I can see that familiar sparkle in his eyes when he gets into his director’s mode:

- That’s a brilliant idea! Kurt, that’s just so genius I have no words! Seriously, it can only be you who can play this!

- Thanks, Artie, I’m glad you agree on this one =)

- Leprechaun can do girly songs too – Brittany’s voice sounds absentmindedly as if she’s talking to herself and doesn’t know she says it out loud.

But everybody has heard her and turns to watch Rory. He’s been silent almost all meeting, opening only for supportive exclaims towards me. He seems so shy and uncomfortable with sudden attention he gets from the group… especially considering he has been proposed to take over my role. And I know it for sure – Rory would NEVER EVER do anything like this to me… he treats me like this older brother / role model / idol type of person which flatters me immensely but sometimes feels like too much to handle.

Rory is saved from having to deny this role by Mr.Shuester:

- Rory is great, he is, but he won’t be able to pull this off. His falsetto is good to go high here and there in a song – but he wouldn’t be able to do the whole song in a higher register. While Kurt is counter-tenor – his voice is MADE to do all kinds of songs with emphasis on upper range – it’s much more natural to him.

Rory nods enthusiastically because he's happy to get out of this “opportunity” so easily. Mr.Shue turns to me:

- Kurt… Have you thought about organisational issues? I mean, this school has already had one musical and I don’t see much school funding coming our way for this one…

Puck snorts:

- Ha! We didn’t get much SCHOOL funding the last time either! We’ll think of something!

I really love them all, I do! They’ve known about this musical for only like an hour and they’re already lining up for auditions and thinking through financial issues – and without even hearing any of the songs I’ve written… just because they believe in me and my story.

Mr.Shue agrees with Puck:

- Valid point, I’ll talk to principal, see what I can get out of him considering his lack of support for our first musical and the success it got! He’s bound to be more generous this time around!

I’m not so enthusiastic about it but I know that this is one of those problems that will have to be solved later. And now I have the best team one can dream of – what can possibly stop us, right?

Maybe only jealousy… Mercedes brings up the issue of “the role” again:

- What about that other crucial character? Who’s that character and who’s got the role?

There is always time for the truth – and now it’s time for a little lie… it’s for a greater good, don’t judge me!

- That character is not developed enough to talk about it… once I’m finished with that one, you’ll know =)

- Sure, sweetie, whatever you say! I’m just so exited! New musical! New role! – Rachel almost jumps with excitement, - And I get to write my own storyline! Where do I start? I have so many ideas!

Well, I guess THIS diva won’t compete for that other role Mercedes’s been asking about. Rachel probably thinks to outshine my writing abilities by coming up with the story of her own that will shadow the rest of the play =) Sure thing, Rachel, sure thing!

... ... ...

And the room empties with people leaving in groups, discussing their story-ideas and the whole thing altogether. Right before exiting the room Finn turns around to ask:

- By the way, Kurt, before I forget to ask… What kind of name is “Di” anyway? Kinda short, don’t you think?

- It’s OK, Finn, “Di” is not an actual name of this boy, it’s not even “Di” – it’s “D”… Like one letter. In the Vanished World people don’t have names– they go by first letters. But when Di comes back to real life, he gets back his full name which is Darren.

- Darren? That’s more like it! And I see you have this whole thing figured out – Vanished World, no-name thing… Cool, bro! Way to go!

God, I wish he’d stop calling me “bro”!

Other than that – everybody’s excited and that makes me happy – it went better than I expected…

To be continued...

Glee #4.1. Vanished

2011-11-30T22:11:00.001+02:00

Полномасштабный фанфикшн на ту же тему... но теперь уже размера небольшого романа... Да, меня понесло!

Chapter One. Vanished

POV Kurt

I really simply don’t know how to start. They all are watching me with those curious gazes… should have I expected anything else since I’m the one who called them all here on Sunday? Well, not ALL of them since Quinn is out with her parents for some family reunion, Sam babysits his brother and sister and Dave was out of reach when I tried to call him…

But everybody else was here since I announced that I have something important to talk about… So talk, Kurt, talk!

- Ah, so, my topic…

There! I officially give up! It’s too damn hard to talk about something so precious to one’s heart – and I’m with friends now… what would it be like in less friendly surroundings? Maybe I shouldn’t even start this whole thing?

Finn encourages me:

- Bro, whatever this is, you can tell us. We’re always here for you, you know that!

You know, it’s a bit irritating to be called “bro” all the time – but I guess Finn’s just trying to underline his family connection to me and implied protected status. Very nice of him – even though I wish he would’ve chosen his ways differently.

While I keep silent every ND joins in with agreeing nods and words of support. It’s so warm to feel so loved… Especially by one very specific dark-haired boy who eyes me intently, ready to come to my rescue upon first sign of emotional failure. It’s like he gives me space to stand up on my own feet – and is always there if I need him to lean on… Blaine is my… no, not soulmate, he IS my soul itself!

OK, I have had enough of mysterious silence so here we go:

- I have a story to share with you…

- I love stories! Is it a happy one? - Brit chirps with beaming childish smile. She interrupted me even before I’ve started – yet still I can’t be mad with her… It’s Brittany, after all…

- Brit, shush! – Santana gives her soft scolding look and not so soft warning glare to the rest of the group that implies “you’d better all shut up or I will go Lima Adjacent crazy on you!” Then she turns back to me with little nod hinting that she’d just secured me my much needed attention. And she’s right – I don’t get interrupted till the end of my story:

- So, this is a story of a person named Di. Actually, a really nice person… but kind of invisible. Not literally, of course… well, not in the beginning, at least…

I any case, Di is a stage worker for a local school’s theatre and knows everybody in their local theatre club. But nobody seems to know Di… I mean, they like Di’s funny one-liners, friendly shoulder to cry on and willingness to help in any way possible. But nobody really notices Di… until one day there’s nothing to notice – Di disappears. Not like in a ghost way, there’s no tragic death involved… more like becoming an invisible spirit.

And the problem is that Di does not want to stay that way. But to come back to real life Di needs people to get to remember this little shy stage worker. Get them to ask somebody: “Where is Di?”… acknowledge Di’s existence, Di’s presence in their lives…

And the only way Di can communicate with those people is though their subconsciousness, trying to remind them of some experience they’ve shared. So this is the rest of the story – Di’s walking through people’s lives, re-living sad and funny memories and, hopefully, getting back some life substance…

Here I went silent for I had nothing more to say at this exact moment. Faces of my friends were watching me with millions of questions written all over them, but it was Puck who asked the first one:

- So, is it like a movie or some’? ‘Cause I’d definitely go to see that – sounds so spooky-cool to me!

I can’t help but smile in respond to the adjective – Puck is so great in his own rough and simple way. Then Mercedes comments with some confusion:

- No, not a movie… I would’ve heard of something like this – I’m a sucker for this kind of stories…

To ease them on questions I say:

- No, it’s not a movie. Not a book. It’s a musical. More specifically – a musical I’m writing. It’s called “Vanished”, if anyone’s interested.

Room goes struck-silent again – and my friends’ faces express wide spectrum of emotions from shining pride (love you, Blaine, always will!) to respect (same here, Mr.Shue, same here) to well-hidden jealousy (sorry, Rachel, I get to be the first one of us to write a musical).

Mr.Shue makes a remark while everybody else is looking for some way to react to this revelation:

- I think there is a story behind the whole musical idea? Or did it just come to you like that?

- I’d be lying if I say there was no trigger for this idea. When we were doing West Side Story couple of month ago… I’ve just got that feeling that my performances…

I don’t want to say it out loud, I really don’t… but that’s truth so…

- … my performances aren’t “masculine” enough for a majority of roles out there. I mean… I can sing “manly” and still don’t come off as “every girl’s dream” type of guy.

I almost don’t have to look to know that Artie and Blaine have just exchanged those pained looks that say “we’ve done it to him, we’ve shaken his fate”. Not totally untrue, but not correct either:

- It’s not something I can blame on somebody, not even on myself – that’s just the way I am and the way those roles where written. And I’m not going to change to fit in better because I’m pretty unique the way I am…

- Preach, bro! – Finn chuckles, – There’s nobody to play Kurt Hummel’s role better than you are!

I smile for it’s like the first time my brother has actually got it right from the first time:

- My point exactly! Or, more correct, it was my dad’s point – he said “If there are no roles for you to play, then make one only you can play!” or something like that, I don’t remember the details. That got me thinking… than writing… then it brought me here today.

Rachel gets over her little jealousy strike and is back to being supportive and overexcited as a diva-friend should:

- So is it finished? Can we see it? Or rather – can we hear it?!

I shake my head:

- No, no and no. It’s not finished – and this is why I’m here. Initially I wanted to write the whole thing before presenting it to you. I mean, I was always going to show it to you and ask if you want to take part in it…

- Kidding me, man?! We wouldn’t miss it for a world! – Everybody cheerfully joins Mike’s words. I nod appreciatively to him – Mike is so nice to me it’s endearing. And it doesn’t matter he can’t really sing – I will organise something on the background for him to have a breath-taking dancing solo – his body speaks emotions better than some voices do!

- In any case, I was going to finish it before showing to you. But that it got to me that I don’t really know enough to write so many different people in so many different life situations. And to write those I either need to live much longer life with much more experience… or I just need some help form group of people with their individual experiences. So… here I am… asking…

- Wait… Are you asking us to co-write your musical?

Question comes from Tina but can easily be read on every face in the room. Have I surprised them or have I scared them away?

- Well, not exactly “co-write” the whole musical, more like that part you want to be involved with… I’ve already written the general story and few crucial characters… but if any of you want to come in and you have something you want to share though this show – you are more than welcome! It’s like role-play game only with music involved… and singing… and dancing…

I nod to Mike to acknowledge the fact that by “dancing” I mean him. He looks surprised but flattered – I guess, he didn’t think he had a shot in here…

- What leading characters have already been written? Are they open for audition yet? – Santana measures me and Blaine with suspicious eyes since in her mind us being a couple and me being an author equals to “the best roles are not for everyone to take”. Blaine responds to Santana with innocent look because he really doesn’t know anything about it – I kept this musical thing well hidden inside of me.

I say to Santana knowing very well that every diva in this room (and we have a very high diva-content in the club!) is listening patiently to hear about the leading roles:

- I didn’t say “leading”, I said “crucial”. I don’t believe this musical will have “a lead” in the general meaning – every story will have its significance. I will just use those two characters to tie different stories together, to show how people’s lives cross each other’s without them even noticing it…

- But still, - interjects Rachel, - have those two CRUCIAL roles been casted already?

Well, this is the truth moment…

- Yes, they have. I’m playing Di.

To be continued...

Glee #3. On a count of ten...

2011-11-28T11:41:00.001+02:00

Моя третья попытка срежиссировать то, что я, к сожалению, никогда не увижу на экране...

One…

Kurt and Blaine were standing by the lockers chatting about those sweet little nonsenses only people in love find interesting. Blaine stretched out his hand to adjust Kurt’s hair – touching Kurt’s silky hair was one of Blaine’s guilty pleasures – when the door being him was slam-closed and Azimio was standing by them in no time. His big smile was far from being friendly:

- Oh, my favourite lady-birds are cleaning each other’s feathers! You mind if I’ll join in with some plucking?

He moved towards Kurt who stood closer to him, but Blaine grabbed Kurt by his sleeve and tagged him behind his back. Azimio looked surprised with this defensive act:

- Why, do you wanna go first? It’s OK, hobbit, I have time for you both!

Then a much unexpected voice came in with some grave tension behind it:

- Enough, Z! Cut it out!

Azimio turned around to face David Karofsky leaning against the lockers few feet from the scene. His stature may seemed relaxed to untrained eye but Azimio knew better that that – Dave was in his ready-for-battle stance and Z didn’t feel like fighting his old friend – especially, not knowing the reason for Dave’s sore mood this morning.

Azimio went for a bear hug asking Dave in the same time:

- Bro, haven’t seen you around lately! Where have you gone? Did ya really transferred or was it just wishful thinking of school misfits? And most importantly – are you back for good?

Dave didn’t seem comfortable with that overly friendly hug and a waterfall of questions, but Azimio’s enthusiasm was so genuine that Dave relaxed a bit and answered:

- Yeah, I was out for a while but now I’m back… back for good!

This last part came out as a promise and somehow it felt as if it was directed towards two boys by the lockers. And Blaine got this hunting feeling that it had nothing to do with him – only with Kurt. He glanced quickly to his boyfriend trying to read Kurt’s face – but his expression stayed as clueless as in the beginning of this show. It was like he never heard that last part with heavy underlining tone – Kurt was thinking about something really hard, watching Dave with questioning and compassionate gaze. Probably, assessing possible changes in their lives with his former arch enemy (and a closeted gay) back in the picture.

Azimio has made slightly different conclusions:

- Great, man! It was totally no fun having to deal with these freaks all by myself! I’m just so glad that you’re back in the Fury-team!

Dave shook his head, his pre-fighting mood coming back to the surface:

- No, man, I’m out of this bulling crap! I have a lot of plans and unfinished things here and I’m not about to screw this up with getting myself expelled! And as for these two – don’t touch them if you don’t want to cross with me…

Both Azimio and boys were utterly surprized, but it was Azimio who voices his astonishment:

- What the hell, man? These two? What do you have to do with them?!

Dave offered a small smile as a background to his answer:

- Let’s just call them my boy-scout’s project. From now on both Kurt and Blaine are considered to be my closest friends and what bothers them – bothers me in a very unpleasant way!

Dave has raised his voice to make himself heard over a corridor but he needn’t worry – Karofsky’s presence alone with such an interesting company around him attracted a lot of gossip-lovers who were casually hanging out by the lockers to see this play to its end. And considering Dave’s last announcement this show was very promising!

Z assessed the situation around him and being in the minority decided not to act upon it. For now.

- Ah, do what you want, Dave! You’ve clearly lost your mind so you can go hang out with fags all you want. If you ever come to your senses – you know where to find me! And you two, - he motioned towards Kurt and Blaine, discussing something between themselves in hushed voices, - are better stay out of my way!

And with those closing words Azimio has left the three of them alone.

Kurt turned to face Dave who was hiding his eyes like he was ashamed to meet Kurt’s gaze:

- Dave… I’m not sure what your reasons for coming back are… but if what you’ve said is true… and you really stopped being a bully… than I’m glad you’ve came back! I mean, we both are glad…

Blaine accompanied this statement with a nod, but Dave still hasn’t reacted in any away except for standing there and listening. A bell rang hurrying everybody to their classes. Kurt touched Dave’s sleeve with caution which got Dave to raise his eyes and to look at Kurt almost with surprise. Kurt smiled:

- And for what it worth, I hope you get to finish your “things” here successfully =) Best of luck!

Dave beamed with the widest smile and nodded passionately:

- I will see to that, I will!

When Blaine and Kurt hurried to their common French class, Baline couldn’t stop wondering what are those “Dave’s unfinished things” and how is his self-proclaimed bodyguard status involved?

Two…

- Seriously? You want to audition to join New Directions?! Of all the people I know you are the last person I’d suspected of such… interests. I mean no offence, Dave, but I’d never thought you are into music…

Kurt looked surprised and a bit amused having Dave coming to him asking for a favour of this sort. Dave looked a bit suppressed – probably, Kurt’s words of surprise reached a touchy subject. Dave responded with a rough edge:

- Well, there are lot of thing I didn’t know about MYSELF! … But after that half-game show it came to me that it is something I can be good at… I mean singing and stuff… But only if you don’t mind…

- But, Dave, it’s not my place to “mind” about you joining the group – I’m just a member of it, not a director or a captain…

Kurt seriously had no idea how come Dave’s new beginnings had something to do with him. Dave has had quite a different perception of this subject:

- You haven’t seen them the last time I tried to spoke with them about you coming back to McKinley… They all but ripped my head off – and they’d probably have done if not for Figgins being there… So I just… I mean…

He was struggling for words but nothing seemed to fit right. Kurt has made a lucky guess on the subject:

- So you’re asking me to introduce you as my protégé so they’d know I have nothing against adding you to New Directions?

- You don’t necessarily have to go that far… Just tell them you don’t mind me auditioning if it’s cool with you.

Kurt felt conflicted. Not every day your ex-nemesis comes asking for your support and PROTECTION from your friends =) It seemed oddly disturbing to feel pleased about this reversed situation. Kurt allowed himself a couple more moments of self-indulging on the cost of Dave and then reminded himself that Dave is a friend now – friend in need. Kurt straightened up and proclaimed with a very pathos tone:

- You are in luck! You’ve just got yourself a best M.C. ever!

Three…

- …Fellow glee-clubbers! I do understand that I’m asking a lot since Dave has had issues with each and every one of you… But! His most significant issues were with me – and those were dealt successfully! We’ve made amends and you can say that we’re cordial with each other right now. So… I believe all of you can go down that road of forgiveness and understanding starting with letting Dave to audition for ND. I mean, we have nothing to lose but can gain a lot – a friend and a new voice to straighten the team! With no further ado I present you Mr. David Karofsky!

Kurt took his place beside Blaine. There were muffled whispers in the room but Mr.Shue silenced them with a glare – he firmly believed that everybody deserved another chance and Dave’s second chances has proven to turn out good.

Music went on. Everybody recognised the song and forgot all about their apprehension towards Dave – they would’ve listens to this song no matter who sings it… But music kept going and Dave was silent… he missed his cue to start and Brad came back to the beginning to start the song again.

Kurt leaned forward and caught Dave’s eyes. The boy was so lost in his obviously sorrowful thoughts… And maybe he was scared of performing in front of such not-long-ago-hostile audience. Kurt decided that Dave needs some help and support and when the time came he started the song himself:

Never made it as a wise man

I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing…

It was as if Dave woke up hearing Kurt’s clear voice singing those lines. He raised his head and his deep raspy voice has filled the room with the rest of the song. Clearly, he needed some practice… but the way he sang that song… the way it sounded… the way it felt… it was magical! Everybody was lost in the tingling sensation – that feeling you get when the song is not only about singing, it’s also about the lyrics, about every word you breathe out. It felt like Dave’s soul was singing…

Never made it as a wise man

I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing

Tired of living like a blind man

I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling

And this is how you remind me

This is how you remind me

Of what I really am

This is how you remind me

Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry

I was waiting on a different story

This time I'm mistaken

For handing you a heart worth breaking

And I've been wrong, I've been down

Been to the bottom of every bottle

These five words in my head

Scream, "Are we having fun yet?"…

Introduction song - Nickelback "How You Remind Me"

The room went silent. Good kind of silence. Comforting. Appreciative.

Than room has exploded with applause! Glee-clubbers just couldn’t help it – they were music admirers after all… When the first round of cheering has ceased, Mr.Shue turned to Kurt to ask his opinion:

- Well, Kurt, what DO you think?

- What do I think? I think that we should ask coach Beaste to get all the jocks to audition for the glee-club ‘cause it feels like it’s getting better and better with every football player we get! He’s remarkable!

Dave cleared his throat and asked cautiously:

- So… does it mean I’m in?

Kurt laughed happily and said in a high tone:

- You are SO IN we would probably handcuff you to the piano – just so you wouldn’t get out!

Everybody joined the joke – Kurt just knew how to make those one-liners count! And the only person who was lost in his not so happy thoughts was Blaine. Sure, he appreciated good performance… and that was a great song… and Dave did have a very nice voice – so mature, so manly…

But it was not Blaine imagination – Dave did sang every word of that song to Kurt. Every word of those apologies and promises. Blaine understood the idea for apologies… but what were those promises about?

Four…

- Grande non-fat Mocha and one “Medium Drip” with cinnamon for flavour, please, - Kurt has ordered their usual in Lima Beans and leaned over the counter waiting for his order. Then a familiar and very unpleasant voice came along:

- My-my, isn’t this Kurt Hummel himself?

Kurt turned around to face inevitable presence of that tall, handsome, cocky and oh-so-hated Sebastian Smythe. It was never easy to be around that guy…

- Well, Sebastian, nice to see you too. It’s just that I’m leaving now so we’ll chat some next time if it’s OK with you…

- Sure thing, princess, as you wish! Give my best regards and my warmest hug to your better half, will you?

Sebastian’s smug tone and mischievous sparkle in his eyes were implying much more than a hug and “hello” but his politeness tight Kurt’s hand so all he could do is to nod grinding his teeth to the point of shredding it.

Right when Kurt has turned around to leave the coffee house to wait for Blaine outside Sebastian dropped his last bomb-comment:

- Just so you know – I’m not done here. Sometimes I play fair – and this is why you get a warning – I will get Blaine to myself no matter the cost. I am REALLY good in taking what I want… Just so you know.

Kurt turned around, disbelief written all over his face. This jerk was using this casual tone to warn him… no, to INFORM him that he’s going to take his boyfriend away! Take Blaine away!

- Why?! I mean I get it – Blaine is gorgeous and unique in every possible way – but I’m no fool to believe that you've suddenly fallen in love with him and this is your true feeling speaking! To have some feelings you’d first need to have a heart – and you don’t seem to be equipped with any!

- Be assured, princess, I have all the vital organs needed! – Sebastian was clearly having fun unnerving Kurt in this way, - and I know how to use’em way better that you do! That is why I’m going to get Blaine – he needs ME to show him just how much he’s missing out with you. He may not know it yet but he WANTS me to give him experience, adventure, real life… real man! Do you understand, princess?

Kurt was still trying to fight off despair as it sank deeper and deeper with every word Sebastian has uttered. He just couldn't believe it was happening for real:

- Why him? Why us?

- Bingo! Now you’re getting closer to the right answer! – Sebastian beamed as if he was a host of some Q&A show and his guest has just won a million, - It was never about Blaine alone! Granted, he’s cute and hot in the same time – quite the combination, I can tell – and he’s a legend in Dalton… THEE boy everybody keeps talking about, actually, moaning about him “oh, why wouldn’t Blaine come back to us, blah, blah, blah”. But there you are – also some sort of a legend – showing up there all broken down, teaching The Warblers some new tricks and scoring yourself Prince Charming – and stealing him away to McKinleys…

Kurt was confused – he still couldn’t get it how their “legends” were connected to all of this… unless:

- So is this all about the trophy? To get the hottest guy? To get him from ME? To bring him back to The Warblers and get crowned as a savior of your Regionals chances?

Sebastian waved aside this last part:

- I don’t really care much about this little singing competition of yours… But you’ve got it right – it’s all about being crowned with power! And I have no power image of my own and don’t have much time left to build it… that is why I’m going to feed on yours =) And if that means getting myself cute little arm-candy along the way – that’s just great, more fun for me!

Kurt couldn’t find the right words to express his repulsion and resentment about Sebastian’s ways. There was more – this boy’s self-confidence rubbed Kurt in all the wrong places:

- What makes you think you’d get it your way? I don’t know what you’re used to but Blaine and I are…

- Oh, please, don’t finish with “truly in love”! I can’t even count how many times I’ve heard it! As if it’s even a thing - “teenage soulmates”! Ha! Ha-ha-ha!

Sebastian kept laughing and Kurt’s hands started to shake with anger. He placed coffee cups on the table next to him and composed himself to give this inhuman being some peace of his mind – but was interrupted:

- Do I get to hear the joke? If it’s OK I’m intruding in your little friendly chat…

Dave Karofsky was standing by the table and assessing the scene unfolding before him. Coming from Kurt’s hunted and rage expression this was NOT a friendly meeting. Tall laughing boy inclined his head as a hello towards Dave and excused himself:

- Sorry, man, some next time, have to run now, - and added turning to face Kurt, - Hummel, I really believe that it’s time for you to get to know your place. It will hurt in the beginning but will save you a lot of time and remorse in future… I will get what I want, I always do. Whether or not you want to be standing in my way – it’s up to you… See you, guys!

And just like that he left them with Kurt choking on his farewell words and Dave standing there clueless.

Five…

- Man, what was it all about? That guy didn’t seem nice like at all!

Kurt has not responded. He was just sitting there staring at one of the cups – the one that said “Medium Drip with cinnamon”. He half-smiled whispering “I knew his coffee order from the first day we’ve met”. Other than that Kurt was oblivious to real world and Dave’s attempts to talk him out of his stupor. To no avail.

Suddenly Kurt has come out of his Land of Lost to ask Dave the strangest question ever:

- Is he better than me?

- What do you mean – better? Like what?

Kurt has elaborated on this:

- Is he better looking?

Dave smiled – that was so typical of Kurt to link the meaning of the general word “better” to a very specific idea of looks. But he responded with all the seriousness he could gather:

- Well, he’s taller and his facial features are sharper… so if you are into that kind of things…

It was coming of like a joke and Dave hoped that Kurt’s despair has resolved itself – when Kurt has lost it and voiced the real question he was struggling to say all this time:

- What if he’s right? Sebastian has so much to give to Him – things I don’t know, things I’ve never experienced… What if Blaine choses him over me?

Oh, that’s where it was coming from! Picture has crystalized in Dave’s head – there was some kind of a rivalry between these two over Blaine and that Sebastian guy has somehow managed to convince Kurt that he was the losing party.

It was hurtful to see Kurt so vulnerable and shaken, so insecure of himself – and that’s saying something since it was Dave who was attacking Kurt so many times before. But he’d never seen Kurt so broken down… Sebastian tackled him, tackled him hard… Dave had an urge to go get that asshole just for the fun of banging his head over the wall – but Kurt has needed a friend here and Dave was the closest thing to it Kurt could’ve got right now.

Dave cautiously placed his arm around Kurt’s shoulders almost surprised to see that boy didn’t shy away from the touch. Dave said in a low and very serious tone:

- No man in a right state of mind would ever choose THAT over YOU! Not Blaine, not anybody! Unless you will start crying and get your face all red and swollen – in which case I will have to reassess who’s the fairest of you all =)

That got Kurt to smile. He blinked away unwanted tears and tried to come back to his usual self:

- As a bribe to correct the assessment results I can offer you a cup of coffee – since my date is obviously late and coffee’s getting cold… Deal?

- Deal!

- And… Dave… - Kurt proceeded with some sort of dignified shyness, - thank you. For being there for me. For the support.

- That what friends are for, man… I’ll always be there for you!

Dave grabbed Blaine’s order of coffee and exclaimed:

- For drama queens and late dates that get me free coffee!

Both boys laughed and felt relaxed in each other’s company. Little did they know that Kurt’s date was not so late at all... Blaine kept watching those two with horrified disbelief in his eyes as Dave embraced his boyfriend and they shared coffee over some funny joke. His boyfriend! His coffee!

Six…

Kurt was almost running through the school corridor trying to catch up with Blaine who was moving rapidly in opposite direction. Kurt tried to call him but Blaine probably haven’t heard him and kept going with increasing speed.

Finally Kurt got to Blaine near the parking lot where Blaine was about to leave. Kurt called out to him:

- Hey, handsome, what’s the hurry?

Blaine measured Kurt with pained expression and kept silent. Kurt was confused – why would Blaine be upset with him, he hasn’t even seen him since yesterday when Blaine stalled him on their coffee-date… that dreadful coffee-date…

Kurt asked again:

- Where were you yesterday? I’ve waited for you but you’d never showed up. Has something happen to you?

Blaine’s hands were clenching the wheel as if it was lifebuoy, his words came out strangled:

- I did. I mean, I did show up. Just didn’t want to interfere and spoil your little fun party.

- What fun party? What are you talking about? – Kurt seems genuinely clueless about Blaine’s bizarre words.

Right that instance Blaine has exploded with accusations:

- Your little fun party with Dave! And don’t you think I’m blind here! Him coming back to McKinley and becoming you BFF like nothing ever happen before! Him serenading you with his audition song! Him being there in OUR coffee-spot – sharing MY coffee with you!

Blaine kept shouting and all Kurt could do is to interject with attempts of “but” or “it’s not” or “how”… But then Blaine’s blinded pain brought him to the field of blaming where Kurt simply had no willpower to protect himself – the field of Sebastian:

- And to think that it was you – YOU – who kept telling me that Sebastian is trying to steal me away, giving me heavy conscience with your air-built jealousy! When I’ve done nothing wrong, nothing to get you to doubt me!

Blaine has turned away from Kurt’s lost face and started the engine.

Kurt spoke in a hush voice:

- Where are you going?

And Blaine snapped in response:

- To get MY cup of coffee!

His car left the parking area and Kurt has fallen down to his knees. He didn’t think about his new cashmere coat or his favorite jeans… actually, Blaine’s favorite jeans – Kurt took some time to dress up to impress Blaine today… Kurt wasn’t thinking about any of this but one thing:

- And that’s how I’ve lost him…

Seven…

Lima Bean was crowded as usual this time of day. Students of different schools mixed in variety of blazer’ colors and casual clothe. Blaine recognized nobody in particular until familiar wide smile came into view. Sebastian got closer and asked:

- Mind if I join in? Or are you saving this seat for someone special?

- Oh, do join in, by all means! As for “someone special” – I’m afraid we are… in disagreement over some issues so he won’t be coming today.

Sebastian’s smile widened:

- His loss – my gain! I get to be “someone special” for today =)

Blaine got visibly tensed over the double-meaning of that last part and Sebastian eased him with a friendly punch in the shoulder:

- Come on, man, relax! I’m not coming to get you here =) I mean I’ve made my thought known and you can consider your options – but other than that I’m not going to press you on anything. It’s all cool, man, we can hang out as couple of fellow Warblers, no strings attached. But if you’ll change your mind – please, do let me know, - finished Sebastian with a playful wink as if he was teasing Blaine by not being serious about his advances.

Blaine released the sight of relief – it was nice to know that he was not mistaken about Sebastian’s harmless nature. He just wished Kurt saw Sebastian for what he really was – and not for his own fears and doubts.

Sebastian leaned over the table and read the cover of the book Blaine was reading:

- Herbert Spencer “A Century Of Polo”. Are you a big fan of polo?

- More like “the biggest”! It used to be my greatest passion in my old school… I was a captain of our polo team, our victorious polo team, if I may add… But then I got transferred to Dalton where they don’t have a polo team… and I joined The Warblers. You know the rest of the story.

Sebastian shrugged dismissing “the rest of the story” which implied Kurt and Blaine’s transfer to McKinley. He watched Blaine with calculative gaze:

- Back to polo – has this passion died out with lack of practice?

Blaine almost jumped off his seat looking offended with this assumption:

- There’s no way I can stop loving polo! I guess it’s just in my blood… It’s this feeling… Working as a team not only with people around you but also with this remarkable animal beneath you, this powerful combination of beauty, grace and nature force… Having mutual goal, flying to achieve it… No, one can never forget about polo, it grows into you.

Sebastian went on with his thoughts:

- Well, you are in for a treat, boy! Have you ever heard of Columbus Polo Club?

- Heard of it? It’s just the oldest of all Ohio polo clubs out there! What’s about it?

- It’s just so happens that my father’s company runs The Cashman Field, their Delaware arena… And guess who’s got the tickets to the annual Ohio Polo Classic? Interested?

Blaine’s expression went from dumb-stricken to child-happy as he was realizing what Sebastian was talking about. He was hyperventilating by the time he got to ask his questions:

- Seriously? You’d take me to the Ohio Polo Classic?!

- Why not? You are the only person I know who’s into that stuff and I kind of have to go… so at least I’d have you to give me insights on the game and keep me from looking like an idiot in front of dad’s business partners. But there’s one more thing – you have to promise me to go to the teams’ afterparty, since I would be so totally lost among all those players without somebody with background knowledge…

- Promise?! I am all for going anywhere this opportunity can make me!

Sebastian smiled. This was going so much easier that he’d expected. It was just a lucky coincidence that his father and Blaine have shared a passion for polo with his father actually being heavily involved with Ohio’s polo circles. And this afterparty would be a perfect opportunity to get Blaine happy, exited and, preferably, drunk. And Sebastian knew very well where this combination would lead them to… and where would they both wake up the next morning…

While Sebastian was having his little mind success party, Blaine was going places with his puppy-happy mood:

- Wow! The Ohio Polo Classic! That’s just… just… - Blaine was lost for words, but he’s got some help:

- Charming! Adorable! Totally amazing! Two sweet little kids are having the time of their lives while one of them forgot all about his boyfriend who’s breaking down to pieces over stupidity of abovementioned little kid. Care to guess who that kid is, huh, Blaine?

Dave Karofsky towered over their table. Blaine stood up so quickly he turned over a chair he was sitting on:

- How dare you! Who do you think you…

Sebastian tried his best to play the protectors card and also addressed the big guy:

- Listen, we’ve just…

Dave interrupted them both talking to Blaine first:

- I’ll be back to you in two minutes, - and he continued towards Sebastian, - which means you have exactly two minutes to get lost. Moreover, if I’ll ever see your foxy face anywhere near Kurt again I’ll be sure to kick you skinny ass so hard I would be impossible for you to wear pants! Got it, shmuck?! And now beat it! Go!

Blaine turned to Sebastian trying to give him friendly warning:

- Seb, I don’t know what has gotten into him but you’d probably better go. I’ve got this one. Call me to talk about the dates, OK?

Sebastian examined Dave’s size once again and took Blaine’s advice gladly – he was gone in seconds.

Dave’s voice was mocking:

- “Seb”… “Dates”… So cute it makes me wanna puke!

- Dave, what’s wrong with you?! I was talking to a friend and then you came crushing though our conversation as a vengeful Hulk! Explain yourself!

Dave was looking at Blaine with despise – he never understood Kurt for choosing this guy!

- Friend? That’s what you kids call it these days? ‘Cause back in old times it used to be “betrayal” or more precisely “an affair”.

Blaine was furious and lost in this unexpected turn of conversation topic:

- An affair? What the hell are you talking about? Are you delirious or just trying to piss me off to the point of fighting? Is that it – you want some fight to have a reason to beat me up? Is that the way you are trying to get my boyfriend?! ‘Cause I know you are up to it after I saw your yesterday’s rendezvous!

Dave’s amused look focused on Blaine’s eyes shooting lightning – that boy had some guts! Unfortunately, no brains to accompany them:

- If I were on my way to steal your boyfriend I wouldn’t try so hard to stop you from screwing things up with him! As for yesterday… a thoughtful boyfriend – and let’s pretend for a moment that is who you are – would have asked for reasons before judging! And let me tell you – those were some very solid reasons! Actually, just one – that “friend” of yours who’s ACTUALLY trying to get you and who gave Kurt a mental breakdown on that subject! That’s what you’ve seen, you, idiot – that was me comforting Kurt, being a friend. Nothing more!

Blaine looked confused with so many things to take in… Dave’s trying to help him? Kurt had a breakdown? The notion of Sebastian trying to steal him – again?

- How many times do I have to tell this – Sebastian is NOT into me! Did Kurt tell you this nonsense?

Dave shook his head:

- Nuh, heard it from the man himself. It’s not in my rules to eaves-drop but he’s such an interesting little bitch, that friend of yours… I mean, I don’t know the whole story, I got there by the end of conversation… but from what I’ve heard – he’s out there to get ya and he warned Kurt to stay out of his way…

Blaine was still gripping to his innocent and friendly perception of Sebastian:

- I just can’t believe this… I can’t…

- Don’t take my word for it – for all you know I can simply be screwing up with you… But if you have had asked Kurt about yesterday BEFORE unloading your crap on him – you would’ve heard a lot of interesting insights on your little Seb. Like Kurt is not a man enough for you – and Sebastian is. Like Kurt doesn’t stand a chance against all the “experience”… Gee, that “experience” Sebastian refers to sounds so dirty and cheesy…

Dave shivered as if touched by something repulsive. He raised himself to leave:

- So, anyway, I’d told you my piece – it’s up to you to act on it or not…

Blaine has stopped him with a crushed whisper:

- Tell me everything you know. Word to word. Please…

Eight…

“Be at Dalton Academy’s common room at 1 p.m. Please. For us”. Such a mysterious text. With a little hope for Kurt – that “us” part. If there were still some “us” left – Kurt would go to the end of the world and back barefoot!

But this time it only required him to get to Dalton. Less than hundred miles drive, some stares and numerous heavy doors – and he’s in the Dalton’s common room – a spectacular chamber more suited for accommodating royal balls then providing simple studying environment for students. The room was empty because it was classes’ time – and Dalton’s students took their classes seriously.

Well, all students but one. Upon entering the room Kurt has noticed that it wasn’t totally empty after all. Two people were there – both silent, both known to Kurt. Blaine got up from his place by the window – was he looking out for Kurt’s car? – and went down to meet him by the door. Blaine’s eyes were filled with pain and remorse… and something else… tenderness? love?

Sebastian also stood up and approached them looking confused – Kurt though that he’d known no more than he of this meeting’s agenda. So this was all Blaine’s idea then. And he would deal the cards.

Blaine’s first action was an unexpected one – he took Kurt’s hand in his and entwined their fingers. Than – very slowly and very deliberately, almost as a show-off – he started kissing knuckles on Kurt’s hand. After finishing that sensual caress he pressed Kurt’s palm to his cheek and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

Moments passed. Kurt was standing there enchanted with this public show of adoration; Sebastian was getting uneasy for being left clueless of his part in all of his.

Blaine has opened his eyes and spoke to Sebastian while not letting Kurt’s hand down:

- Sebastian, I was a bit lost lately so I guess I’ve forgotten to properly introduce this man standing beside me…

- Em… I already know Kurt…

Ignoring Sebastian’s remark Blaine kept talking:

- Sebastian, I am so very deeply proud to introduce Kurt Hummel, my boyfriend. The man I love and cherish above everything and EVRYBODY in this world! The only person who makes me feel whole and happy every breathing moment! The person I’m going to stand by for as long as he’ll have me…

It’s not that his voice was raising – Blaine has kept one steady but solemn tone… It’s just the words he was saying – those were so uplifting and significant in every possible way – they got Kurt melting to the core of his bones, to the core of his self-being.

Sebastian on the other hand was not so fond of that little speech and how it got everything he told Kurt and back-fired on him. Blaine sounded so ecstatic confessing every bit of his feelings:

- I know that we are young and new to this adult life. And I’m so glad about it for I get to go through every experience with the person I love and not just some random nobody! There is no better way to get in all kinds of adventures than with somebody who you can trust so completely, right?

Blaine’s speech came to conclusion with one final big passage:

- Sebastian, I sincerely hope that you will get a taste of what we have someday. But till than… I just want you to know… I felt flattered with your interest in me and I admit this. But it never went further for me than just simple compliment blush. You have never had nor will you ever have anything to offer me to overcome the ultimate love I have for this man. For he IS the perfect man for me! The ONLY man!... I’m not oblivious to other people; it’s just that trying to compare Kurt to anybody else is as silly as trying to compare the brightest star to a chair. Nobody stands a chance next to him! Nobody!

Sebastian was shaking – he has never taken so much humiliation in one time! And from whom! Little boys who were supposed to be playing by HIS rules!

- Damn you, both of you! Your little naïve “love” and silly-romantic relations! It will get you nowhere and I’ll be sure to come back to laugh out loud over your absurd fantasies’ grave! My condolences in advance!

Sebastian motioned as if touching his imaginary head with mocking head bow and stormed out of the room. And Kurt was hoping never to see him again… well, at least till the time he gets to beat him at Regionals!

Nine…

- Blaine, you didn’t have to do it, you know that, right? Even though I liked you speech a LOT, especially that chair part. Kinda wish I had this speech in digital form – to listen to it on constant replay…

They were standing in a common room and walls were echoing their whispered conversation.

Blaine took both Kurt’s hands and pressed them against his chest – right where his heart was pounding as a hammer. He replied with a smile:

- You have a better option – you have me and I can repeat this to you whenever and wherever you want to hear it!

- But seriously, Blaine, you didn’t need to… It’s my job to take care of my insecurities and it isn’t your duty to stand up for me every time I lose it emotionally… - Kurt has stumbled over some unsaid words.

- Oh no, but it is! You are my boyfriend which makes all your problems into my problems, all your worries into my worries. I can only get as happy as you are, ergo – your happiness is a key to my happiness. It is as simple as that and I cannot believe I forgot it…

Blaine dropped his head trying to avoid Kurt’s eyes. And kept going with his self-accusation confessions:

- I should’ve stopped seeing Sebastian just because you were feeling uneasy. I should’ve trusted your opinion on him. And I should have NOT leave you that way on a parking lot… making you go to Karofsky for some comfort…

Kurt smiled a little reminiscence smile:

- Do I detect a little jealousy?

Blaine played along with following line:

- You detect a lot of jealousy!

Kurt caressed Blaine’s chest with his fingers and tried to stop him from going any further:

- Blaine, don’t. I will not limit your surroundings. I will not tell you what to think of people – even though you are so very trusting it scares me sometimes. I will not let you to blame yourself for every problem that arises from my low self-esteem – which is normally sky-high but when it comes to you it just dives… I so afraid of losing you…

Blaine shook his head vigorously and mouthed “Never!”

-… And as for Karofsky – I was not looking for him to comfort me, he’s found me. And then he practically interrogated me about what happen… And you have nothing to be jealous about – you know that there’s nobody but you in my life, right? It has always been only you!

He leaned forward to press his lips against Blaine’s. At first it was a gentle kiss, filled with hope and relief… but then it has built up to being something much more passionate, accompanied with hungry searching hands and bodies pressed tightly to each other. Blaine has broken off the embrace to ask:

- Why would you ever forgive me?

Kurt was surprised with how that question was formulated:

- Is that the way you ask for forgiveness?

- I’m not going to ask for it ‘cause I see no possible way you could forgive me… But I was hoping you’d think of a way for me to EARN your forgiveness…

Kurt’s mischievous smile gave out his wicked thoughts. He grabbed Blaine’s hair to pull him in for another promising kiss:

- I can think of a way or two… But be warned – I’m not feeling merciful today!

Blaine groaned on that idea and surrendered himself to this blissful punishment.

Ten…

- Dave… I just wanted to tell… I mean… Oh, hell, I know you have some feelings for Kurt! Yet still… you could’ve used that situation to drive a wedge between us – but helped me instead. So… thank you, I guess…

- Blaine… Problems in paradise would not help my case, I know that. And I brought so much misery to Kurt’s life… I’m not going to feed on him being unhappy. So if it takes you to get him happy – I’m all for it, honestly!... But… If I’ll ever see him so miserable again… or if there will ever be a bigger happiness ahead of him… than I will have to reconsider saving your case. But till than you’re safe!

And with that Blaine walked away from conversation. Funny thing – Sebastian’s flirting behavior pleased him in a girly soft way. But having Dave Karofsky as a rival for Kurt’s heart made him feel more like a man – stronger, determined, and ready for a fight. Bring it on, Dave!

Новый боец на моем кухонном фронте

2011-11-25T10:11:00.001+02:00

Ну вот, в нашем полку бытовой техники прибыло - у нас появился электрогриль Philips HD4469. Если чесно, то по состоянию на сейчас (т.е. пока что не бывший в употреблении) он мне кажется абсолютно бесполезным девайсом (да, Наташа, ты угадала, ДОРОГИМ бесполезным девайсом =)

Но муж у меня фанатик стейков, и он утверждает, что именно эта штука будет делать именно такие стейки, как ему нужно =) Если "да" - мне же легче =)

В любом случае, моя кухонная семейка растет, занимая все больше места... Мне нужна бОльшая кухня... Или бОльшая квартира =)

Glee #2. Oops, I did it again =)

2011-11-24T11:52:00.001+02:00

Ага, снова фан-фикшн =) Все то же, все те же =) Так что если это "не ваша чашка чая" - сорри, ребята, тогда весь чай достанется мне =) А я очень даже "за" такой расклад!

Perfect

POV Finn

Boy, have I had a week! Classes aren’t so great, grades areeven worse – I can practically see my chances for college flashing down thetoilet… After that fiasco with recruiter football doesn’t seem to be thatpromising… Glee club is falling apart by itself and I’m supposed to dosomething since I’m the co-captain…

To top it all I kinda outed Santana. Didn’t mean to but ithappen anyway…

You know that trick in the movies when all the people arounddisappear and you’re standing alone with somebody? Well, in movies it’s usuallyone of those gooey-romantic moments… So I really did not expect that “vanishingsurroundings” thing to be happening to me! With Santana! But there I was –slushed with her trash-talk and Rory watching me as if I was a beaten up dog…Pitying ME! That got to me in a bad way and I just lost it – saw nobody elsebut Santana turning her back on me with that smug victorious smile!

Of all the moments in my life that was probably the one Iwas better to shut up! But no, damn me, I had to get my mouth open in themiddle of freaking school corridor! Way to go, Finn, such a typical behaviourfor a leader! You were supposed to be above all that stuff… especially having agay brother of your own!

Yep, and all the hell broken loose since than! Rachel keepspreaching me about my hidden homophobic issues, Kurt is giving me those“how-could-you-do-that-I-thought-better-of-you” looks and pretty much everybodyelse is just so supportive of Santana – and not so fond of me… I probably haveto go and apologize before this snowball gets any bigger… And I’d do that rightafter glee club practice which I’m actually late for!

… … …

Phew! Running is just not my thing! You’d think it is withall my football background but on the field I get to tackle and jump over theobstacles on my way – but in school corridors I have to dodge… which is alsonot my thing apparently.

OK, choir room! And… where is everybody else? Time iscorrect – room should be full of people arguing about today’s song assignments…But it’s so quiet and empty…

Oh, no, not so empty after all. Blaine is here – tuningsomething on the piano not noticing me at all. Which is great! ‘Cause he’s justthe right person to make my week so freaking awesome with all his fluffiness! Iswear if he’ll try to cheer me up with one of his impromptu performances – I’mgoing to lose it the way that Santana’s thing will look like a friendly talk!

So, got to go! But where to? Should I call somebody to askwhere are they hiding?

- Oh, Finn, hi! What are you doing here? Why aren’t you inthe auditorium?

Hell, he spotted me. But at least I got some info out of itso… Might as well get some more:

- Why? Is everybody else there?

- Well, yeah. We have choreography rehearsal; I thoughtyou’d know…

Don’t you give me that “duh” look! This memo must’ve been inone of those thousand texts Rachel sent me over my geometry test which I totallyflanked – both test and texts. But that doesn’t mean YOU get to be all smileyover this!

- Why aren’t you at that rehearsal? Isn’t it worth ofattention of our Mr.Perfect?

Yeah, I’m being sarcastic. I know he’s out of any dancingsince he’d twisted his ankle last night – Kurt has been stressing about it thewhole evening! But still – it feels good to see that face out of its normal“happy-go-lucky” expression for a change. Somehow that boy just gets to pushall the wrong buttons in me!

I turn around to leave but his voice stops me:

- What’s your problem with me, Finn? I get it – we don’thave to be best friends – but we used to go along all right. At least before Itransferred to McKinley… And now you… I don’t get it – what have I done to you?What’s your problem?!

I didn’t know this guy can stand up for himself – or atleast try. Nice to know he has something in him… somewhere deep down under thecoat of “let-us-all-live-happily-ever-after”. But that coat is sooo annoying!

- What’s MY problem?! YOU are my problem! You think you canjust come here and get to be a single shining superstar all over again? Beingso friendly and charming and breaking into song every second time you open yourmouth? Don’t you think I know where it’s all going to?

Blaine looks genuinely confused and taken aback – only Idon’t know either it’s due to him being really surprised or he’s such a goodactor. But while he’s silent (it happens from time to time with him – gofigure!) I keep going with my prosecution speech… I’ve told you it’s just myweek! Only this time we’re alone and I’ve waited long enough to give this boysome piece of my mind!

- I mean, you go around as cheerful as Easter bunny and keeppretending not to notice that it is not as easy for us as it is for you! Maybe inDalton, with Warblers, glee was all about “just fun” – but that’s not the casehere! For us being a part of glee club is a commitment to be ourselves despiteall odds – and we have to fight to fulfil that commitment, sometimes quiteliterary!

Have to stop to catch up on breathing side – but I’m notinterrupted with any comments from Blaine ‘cause he still seems shocked andspeechless. That's a good thing – I have something little more to say to him:

- And then you come in, dancing though all our worries andinsecurities as if it is nothing to think about and you’ve just fallen from thecloud nine. And sure thing – not long after this you are everybody’s favouritecuddle toy and I’m this overstressed captain who can’t keep the group happy andin one place… I can totally see you trying to get all the attention you can bybecoming the glee club captain! But if you would ever achieve my position inthis club you’d be oh-so-surprised with all you have to deal with in thisschool! And I don’t think you cut out to face the reality we’re live in, notafter your greenhouse experience in Dalton!

Blaine’s face changes colour – I must’ve stepped on the sorespot mentioning Dalton’s anti-bulling policy as “greenhouse”. Yeah, maybe I didgo a little bit too far with this…

- Stop ridicule Dalton and Warblers for that matter! Theyhave nothing to do with this except for being my friends! And Dalton was notthat much different from what I’ve seen here, in McKinley! I guess, withKarofsky transfer this anti-gay bulling has lost its core since I’ve seen noneof it! So stop accusing me of living in happy place – it just happens so byitself!

Blaine clenches his fists and for a moment it looks likehe’s gonna hit me. That amuses me – I’m twice his size and he still wants toget into hand-to-hand fighting with me! Brave, I have to give him that! Foolishbut brave!

But what amuses me even more that this boy is really livingin the perfect world! I wonder if he has different pair of pink glasses foreach day of a week. But maybe it is time for some reality check…

- Look, Blaine, I promised I wouldn’t tell you but you’llfigure it out sooner or later so I see no harm in telling…

- Telling me what?

- Why, did you really think that after famous“big-fat-gay-prom-dance” our brutal force will come easy on you? Youpractically walked out of that prom night with big target sign on yourforehead! But now you’ve transferred and all that crap goes around you as ifyou are invisible?

Blaine looks confused but still struggles for a dignifiedcomposure:

- Miracles happen…

- Well, yeah! And your very personal miracle is called none otherthan Kurt!

- What do you mean by that?

- Let’s see… where should I start? First of all, right afteryour transfer Kurt went to talk to coach Beiste and when she came out of thatconversation (like, almost in tears) she gave us all very harsh pep-talk in thelockers room. And I quote – “If I ever hear about any of you using yourphysical priority anywhere else except on the field – I would personallydestroy all your dreams of getting sport’s scholarship for college! And I’m notgoing to ask for serious proof or evidences – simple complain of some geek inglasses or gay kid – and I’m going berserk all over your sorry little asses!Understood?!” And you don’t need to be too smart to guess which “gay kids” shemight have meant since we only have two of them in the school and only one ofthem is new to all this shit…

I’ve made a very good impression of coach Beiste! I do havesome artistic talent =)

But Blaine doesn’t seem to notice my self-appreciation mood;he looks around as if he lost something. Maybe it was his voice he was lookingfor ‘cause eventually he’s been able to say:

- Why would he do that for me?

- That?! I’m not finished yet; wait with your getting in aloss phase!

- There’s more? – Blaine sounds lost already…

- There’s always more when you’re talking about Kurt!

We both roll our eyes – at least we agree that having todeal with Kurt is larger than life experience – in all kinds of way!

OK, back to point of order:

- Right after he spoke with coach, Kurt went on to talk topretty much every person friendly to him in this school, including me, Puck,Mike and bunch of other people… and with only one favour to ask – to look outfor you in case if some ignorant jerk would decide to have fun on your expense.Let me tell you, not all of us were thrilled with idea of playing a FairyGodmother to you… but since you did stick up for our boy Kurt… and you actuallymake him happy… and happy Kurt is the best person I know!

Something warm crosses Blaine’s eyes – probably, it’s meadmitting that he does something good even though I am not his biggest fan obviously.OK, Blaine, you can have it, for it is true – you do make my brother happierI’ve ever seen him be, kudos for that!

- So all of that… I have some kind of protective perimeterand invisible guards who fight off my offenders before I can see attack coming?

He’s getting all melodramatic and flattered in the same time– it’s so… gay. Quick, is there anybody to hear me thinking that? No? Phew…

- Nah, we don’t fight anybody off, you wish! Since that talkwith the coach and Kurt’s personally talking to half of the school, you justkind of have this aura about yourself like “The most loved and cherished boy ofall McKinley High” and everybody pretty much knows that if they will ever crossyou in a bad way all seven riders of doom will be unleashed upon them!

My voice gets all spooky and I stifle a giggle in that lastpart of sentence. Blaine is so unimpressed with my “doom speech” it’s evenhurtful. He’s still lost in all that “what?” and “why?” blabbering:

- I’ve never asked him to do any of it… Why would he…

I have no other choice but to interrupt his nonsensequestions:

- Do you even have to ask? As if you don’t know Kurt at all!He gives like ten times more of what he gets… and after your transfer he got tobe so overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude he would have given you hiskidney – had you asked for it! And to secure you your little safe haven he leftno stone unturned – and I think he still thinks he owes you more than that…

- No! No more! He’s done too much as it is!

Nice! That looks like real emotion of gratitude towardsKurt! I just wish he would keep it that way and stop Kurt from making thoseunnecessary sacrifices…

- You should’ve gone with “no more” a bit earlier – likeBEFORE you went and stole his big main lead in the school musical!

- Oh no, don’t put this one on me! – Gee, Blaine’s so fiercewhen he gets all protective! No fluffiness at all! – We had an audition and therole was given to me fair and square!

- Really? And Kurt’s dropping off his application for therole of Tony and asking for Officer Krupke’s role instead had nothing to dowith that?

I can see him fighting for his voice as he chokes out thewords:

- He. Did. WHAT?!

- Yeh, you’ve heard me. I don’t know all the details, but Iknow it for sure that Kurt has initially applied only for the role of Tony andhas changed his application somewhere in between the selection process. Iwonder – was it in somebody’s favour?

Silence. Like “dead-silence” silence. I’m not sure if Blainekeeps breathing – need to take him out of that stupor. But instead of goingeasy and kind I stick to being the perfect ass:

- I mean… if I would get myself somebody like that I’d makesure to cover the floor in front of that person with rose petals everywhere hewalks… I mean “she”… well, you get it! And I would NOT get that person comingback home from the date in a cab! Crying! For the whole night! ‘Cause that’swhat makes a shitty boyfriend and not such a good person in general, PrinceChar…

I don’t get to finish that because of the voice behind myback. More like a shout really:

- Enough! Stop speaking right that instance!

I don’t really have to turn around to know whom this voicebelongs to. I know only one person who gets so high-pitched when nervous – andno matter how much he’s heard of our conversation, one look on Blaine’smiserable face would be enough to get Kurt to the level of ultrasound.

But I still have to turn around to get out of the room – withKurt blocking the exit. He switches from compassionate looks towards Blaine tovengeful looks towards me. Oh great! Just what I needed – my little bro on thekilling spree hunting for my head!

Best defence is offence so I go with:

- It’s all OK and not at all what you think it is. We’vejust had a little chat where I was trying to convince Blaine to tone down the glee,be more aware of people around him and be a better boyfriend to you startingwith appreciating everything you’ve done for him!

And you’d think that Kurt will get all grateful to me forhaving his back and all that stuff. Nah, not with my current luck… Kurt getsall steamy while he approaches me – and even though he’s like five inchesshorter than me it still feels kinda scary with this devilish expression in hiseyes…

- Finn. Leave. Now!

Phew, thank God, got out easy!

- But before you leave I want you hear something out…

Not that easy as it seemed. Kurt’s got that diva-look on him– both beautiful and terrifying – and I know all about diva looks, I’m datingone… It never comes out good for me…

- Remember and repeat it as an evening and morning prayers!YOU KNOW NOTHING OF MY RELATIONSHIP WITH BLAINE! You don’t get to pity me,protect me or judge Blaine in any aspect of our couple! AND DON’T YOU EVER DARETO SPEEK THIS WAY TO MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN! GOT IT?!

Not waiting for my answer (and then again – what kind ofanswer can I possibly give?) he goes to Blaine who’s sitting by piano. His lastwords to me:

- Would you please be gone?

Ah-huh, he dismissed me!

And his first words to Blaine:

- What have that barbarian done to you? You are so pale asif you were moisturizing your face with argent!

And that’s where I know I’m in trouble! Cosmic proportion oftrouble! All kinds of trouble! Kurt’s kind of trouble which I’ve already tasted– and it doesn’t feel good. Rachel is going to be an evil harpy for my terribleattitude to her favourite Tony of all times, the rest of the NDs are going tobe difficult for me damaging their ever-so-happy Blaine…

Hell, I have to seriously consider taking a silence vow uponmyself! And moving out of country…

POV Blaine

- What have that barbarian done to you? You are so pale asif you were moisturizing your face with argent!

Hm, where do I begin? Maybe I should simply begin withstating the obvious?

- He’d done nothing to me except for giving me the truth…That wasn’t pleasant, I can say that much… but I needed it.

Kurt comes closer and lowers himself to the floor. Hisbright-yellow fox tale – his today’s choice of noticeable accessory – mops thefloor and is sure to get dirty but Kurt doesn’t seem to mind it now. He takesmy left leg with his hands, puts it on his knee and starts to massage my badankle. His hazel eyes stay on mine all the time:

- Better like this?

He knows. Somehow he always knows how to make me feel betterand deprive me of any kind of pain – physical or emotional. Only now theemotional pain is too severe for him to work his magic on me. But I try to keepthe brave face and offer him a smile:

- Yes, much better, thanks. You don’t really have to worry –I’m fine.

Kurt’s respond smile is understanding and a bit accusing:

- You don’t need to go all iron-man on me; I know that youare not FINE. Blaine I know and love is never just FINE, he’s a sunshine thatbeams though every cloud I can possibly imagine and comes out strong and happy.Have you seen that guy around?

Well, Kurt, you are officially too good to be true! And tooclose to discover me not being a boy who you'd thought you love… But it’s so easyto open my soul to him – him who watches me so lovingly:

- I’m an attention seeker. And this is the easiest way toput it into words… I’ve come to realise that I’ve always been like this… Well,not always, but since my parents started to ignore me for being gay. But then Igot into Dalton Academy and auditioned to join the Warblers. And got the mainlead, and got popular, and got everybody to like me again! Even my parents goteasier on me with all this rock-star status as a background… And then I gotmyself transferred here…

Kurt’s hands stiffen on my leg and I can see this huntedexpression starting to build up in his eyes. Why do I do that to him – givinghim guilty conscience for something I chose to do?

- No, Kurt, stop! Don’t! Transferring here was quitepossibly the best decision of my life! And I would NEVER regret it!

- Good… Thanks for emphasizing this for me – I do need itfrom time to time, - he smiles with his happiest smile and just like that itlightens my day!

- Sometimes I think that should be you who would getregretful for me being here, in New Directions.

His hands go still again but not because of pain – becauseof shock that can easily be read on his face:

- Silly as that last part was, please, do elaborate on thatridiculous topic so I can disagree more…

Sometimes he uses so many words and his speech comes out soexquisite – it’s like I’m talking to a person of royal descent. And it wouldnot surprise me if he was indeed some lost prince.

- I got so used to being a Warbler, actually, to being THEEWarbler that I don’t seem to get enough of cheering and applause… I keep makingthose performances just for a fun of it, to get myself in the spotlight… Butthat may seem so inappropriate for all of you – especially considering the hatestory our glee club is facing in this school. I guess I just never fullyunderstood that NDs are having it hard way here and I got allirritatingly-happy all over the place… Why are you smiling?

And really – Kurt has one of those dreamy smiles on with noapparent reasons. I don’t mind the smile – I’d just like to know what broughtit to life. Kurt happily gives me the reason:

- You’ve called New Directions “OUR glee club”. And you seriouslyconsider toning down the happy mood not because you want to fit in but becauseyou worry about our feelings. You are so NOT a Warbler anymore – we’ve got you!

His expression is victorious and I can’t help but smileback. I never understood there was an issue of my club allegiances:

- Kurt, you’ve “got me” the moment you’ve transferred back toMcKinley – it just took me some time to figure this out. But that’s not thepoint – the point is me trying to steal all attention even if I’m not doing itconsciously or with power-seeking intentions…

- Oh, I see. Picture is getting clearer to me with everyword. So my brother – with all his grace and diplomacy – tried to convince youthat being cheerful and getting some attention is a BAD thing?

When Kurt says it in those words it does sound a bit silly.But I totally remember Finn having a valid point on this subject:

- It’s not bad per se, it’s just bad that I seem to choosethe wrong time – everybody is stressed out about so many different things andme being funny and easy all the time attracts too much attention…

- And too much power, right? Wasn’t it the power issue Finnwas worried all along? ‘Cause it would make perfect sense – you’re being thewarm sunshine everybody’s driven to and Finn’s feeling like he’s losing thegrip on the leadership wheel.

Kurt stops rubbing my leg to take my hand into his. Hethinks for a moment and then asks in a very serious tone:

- Do you want to be a leader of this group? Or would youcomply with being a member of the club? Very much loved member, I should add…

I know what he’s asking me and I know my answer – alwayshave known it!

- I want to be a part of this club. I want to help to getthis club a much awaited victory. As for love – as long as I have you I don’tneed anyone else... but it would be nice to have some friends to hang out with =)

Kurt releases the sight of relief:

- Good! I would feel terrible having to kill Finn’sleadership for you… But I’d still do it =)

And he winks at me. And I don’t know if he’s joking or not.Probably, not. But he continues on a more serious note:

- New Directions are not about blending in. We are aboutstanding out – but in a good way. Supporting each other though ups AND downs,being concentrated and strong when needed, and then breaking into dance when wefeel like celebrating! You just have to work a little bit on you filteringsystem and maybe get to know everybody better – and you will definitely get thefeeling of what’s the right time for everything =) And if you ever feel likehaving a performance and you can’t find a cheerful audience – you still have mewho would drop everything in this world just to here you sing!

- Like you dropped the main lead in the musical which couldhave been your winning reference for NYADA application?

I expect a heavy silence since it’s such a heavy questionfor me. But Kurt only seems little surprised but as blithe as he was before.His voice comes out calm with a hint of laughter in it:

- Finn has a size of mouth that corresponds with his height,so it seems. And I’m guessing he also proposed his interpretation of thoseevents to make me come out as noble knight in shining armour surrendering mylife to the beloved person… Very nice yet very stupid of him to interfere withsomething he knows nothing about!

Kurt’s voice gets intense and he’s practically gripping myhand to the point of yanking:

- Listen to me, Blaine Anderson! And on the side note –don’t ever listen to what Finn has to say about me or us, but we’ll be back tothis later. But for the role issue – do you seriously think that Artie wouldhave hesitated for so long if he had a chance to give this role to his friendand to the best Tony ever in the same time? No! If I was that “best Tony ever”I would’ve gotten that role right after my audition! But then you came along –and I saw them longing to give that role to you. But somehow do it withouthurting my feelings since we all know what kind of drama they went through withMaria’s role. And also without hurting our couple… And it was doing no good toanybody – choosing art over friendship or vice versa. So I went down there andgot myself another role… And be assured – I was so going to nail it soeverybody else could eat their hearts out!

- And you did it! You were outstanding! Superior to all ofus!

He looks please with the compliment but quickly puts it backtogether:

- I wouldn’t go that far – you were magnificent, absolutelyamazing Tony! And to ease your conscience – I take some credit for your role tomyself for it was me who knew from the very beginning that you will be perfectand you have to get this role – even over me. So… win-win =)

His speech – so clear and proud and dignified – gets mekindled and thrilled, and not only in innocent way… but we will put that partaside for now…

- What have I ever done to deserve you? Seriously, Kurt,sometimes I feel like it’s not me being rewarded with you but you beingpunished by having me as your boyfriend…

- Oh, Blaine, your remarks are always so interesting andinformative… but sometimes they are also plain dumb! Why, tell me, why wouldyou say something like that?!

- You cried…

I lower my head to break the spell of his gaze but he pullsmy chin up and catches me with those silver-grey eyes again.

- I’ve made all kinds of wrong things that night in the gaybar. I walked out on you. And still you’ve brought my car back to my place andcame back home in a taxi. In tears. You were crying the whole night. And thenext day you still came to congratulate me on the success… I’m a terribleperson! I’m even more terrible boyfriend!

Don’t cave in! Don’t cave in! He forgives me with hisadoring look and I have an urge to drawn in the love that flows in those eyes…It is so faint-heartedly of me to use his love for me as absolution… But it’sso warm in his eyes, and his hand is so soft stroking my cheekbone. His wordsare even softer:

- Blaine, that has already happen. And we’ve already beenthough aftermath of that night. And night after that… And many more nights anddays to come. I don’t want you to define yourself with one mistake you’ve made.I don’t. And I’m asking you again – try to see yourself with my eyes. Try tosense how extremely special, how vital you are to me… Just let me love you theway I do – and love me back. That’s all I ask.

Silence. Such a comforting silence of us breathing inunison. Maybe even our hearts are synchronized by now. And all we do is sittingthere – me by piano, Kurt’s still on the floor – and watching each other likefor the first time – trying to memorize face features, to imprint on them.

As if remembering something Kurt stands up and asks me:

- How’s you ankle?

- Much-much better, thanks! You have magical hands!

- Speaking of magic – I have a feeling like singing – wouldyou accompany me? I mean you voice and YOUR magical hands over this piano’sboard…

- Sure thing! What do you have in mind?

- You’ll love it, even though it’s not Katy Perry…

He gives me a smirk and takes out the chord sheets from hisshoulder bag. He puts them down on a piano desk and gives me a sign that he willbe opening the song. I see myself to a correct sitting position near the piano andfinally get to read the name of the song Kurt has chosen for us to singtogether. It’s “F**king Perfect” by P!NK.

My hands start shaking but I manage to play clearly. And mybreath is speeding up to the point of hyperventilation when I hear his clearvoice directed to me with those words:

… … …

You're so mean,

When you talk about yourself, You are wrong.

Change the voices in your head

Make them like you instead.

So complicated,

Look how big you'll make it!

Filled with so much hatred

Such a tired game.

It's enough, I've done all I can think of

Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same

Oh, Pretty, pretty please

Don't you ever, ever feel

Like you’re less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing

You are perfect to me.

POV Blaine. The nextday.

Somehow life seems sunnier and sunnier with every minute!And how am I supposed to compose myself if I have a perfect boyfriend who – bysome gift of fate – feels the same way about me? I’m nothing but flying rightnow…

… … …

What the…? Who…? Bang!

And now I’m flying for real… Or at least as close as I canget to this as my feet do not touch the ground – Rick The Stick from the hockeyteam is pressing me to the locker’s door holding me up by my collar. My headhurts and I will probably get some nasty bruises but otherwise I’m OK… So far…‘Cause it’s not such a promising start.

Rick The Stick delivers even less promising opening line:

- Why, freak, you thought we’ve forgotten all about you andyour little peacock friend? Or did you think your bunch of nannies wouldprotect you? Or was it The Beast you were waiting to come for your rescue?‘Cause, boy, do we have news for you! It’s just us now!

I look behind him and there they are – his teammates –giggling as herd of trolls. And suddenly it comes back to me – evening of SadieHawkins Dance… and a month in a hospital that came afterword.

And Rick keeps going on about how powerful they are:

- My dad – who’s a big shot in a lot of places – haveorganized for me and my boys some college scholarships so we have nothing leftto do till the end of this school year than having some fun. And what can bemore fun than teaching two little faggots some straight lessons, right, boys?

Fear shoots through me – not for me, I’ve been there, andI’ll survive – but fear for Kurt, my exquisite Hummel figurine. He won’t beable to take it! I should do something to protect him!

Rick shakes me banging my head over the locker’s door:

- Hey, shorty, are you bored? Why so silent? Say something‘cause it’s no fun when you’re playing fish-numb!

Say… I don’t have enough air to breathe and start to getdizzy – how can I say something? Yet still, right after this ridiculous requestcomes the voice – strong and hot-iron-angry:

- Let. Him. Go. Now!!!

POV Finn. Bit earlierthat day.

Kurt comes closer to me and I have a feeling I won’t likeit. I mean, I don’t like it as it is, feeling all guilty over that crap I’veunloaded on Blaine yesterday, but Kurt has a power to make it so much harder onme…

- Finn, need to talk to you.

- Yeah, I figured that much. Listen, Kurt, before you sayanything, I just want you to know – I feel terrible about what happenedyesterday. I had no right to say half of that stuff and I didn’t really meanthe other half. It just… you know… came all together in the wrong place in thewrong time. Like some kind of blabbering demon possessed me or something… Ijust… got this all wrong.

I take some time to form the sentence in my mind and go on:

- You know how it is when you say something you don’t thinkabout – it just flies out and you can’t catch it even if you want to.

Kurt shakes his head:

- No, Finn, actually I DON’T know how it is. I always saywhat I’m thinking but I always think what I’m saying beforehand. That’s not sohard, you should try it.

Scolding. Well, I deserved it. Bring it on, little bro!

But Kurt’s voice comes much gentler than I expected – as ifhe’s comforting me:

- See, Finn, I do believe that you’ve realized your mistakesand want to ask forgiveness. But is it really me you should be addressing?

- Blaine. I should talk to Blaine. Do you happen to knowwhere he might be?

- I HAPPEN to know everything about Blaine! And right now heshould be around his locker – changing books for the next period. Shall we?

Kurt motions me towards the corridor and I follow him – ifanyone can find Blaine in overcrowded school – that’ll be Kurt.

And there we found him – by the lockers, actually, pressedagainst the locker by hockey shmuck Rick The Stick… I hear Kurt failing tobreathe beside me.

I’ve had all kinds of movie special effects so this one doesnot surprise me that much. I start to see everything in red colour and strangehowling noise enters my ears. Though that noise I hear Rick trying to beat somesound out of Blaine and I give him sound of mine:

- Let. Him. Go. Now!!!

Rick turns to me surprised to meet the resistance. He shakeshis head in a playful way still not letting Blaine go. I stop Kurt from runningover to the lockers ‘cause it will make me no good – trying to defend both ofthem against bunch of big field players. I repeat my request:

- Put him down nice and easily! Now!

- Or what?! – comes someone’s smug voice from the hockeygroup. – Rick’s father has got us all nice sport scholarships so we don’t give ashit about you telling on us to The Beast!

I still direct my words to Rick since he’s the one who’schocking Blaine:

- We would not involve coach into this – that’ll be too easyfor you. No, I will get to break so many bones in you pity weak bodies that theonly sport you will be interested in would be playing cards. With yourroommates. In the hospital. Where you’re about to spend sooo much time!

Rick The Stick raises an eyebrow sarcastically:

- Oh, is it so? I mean, Finn, granted – you are a big guy –but do you really think you are big enough to take us out all alone?

Then comes the voice I’ve been waiting to hear these lastcouple of minutes:

- Who says anything about “alone”, huh, punk?

Leave it to Puck to find the biggest trouble spot in theschool and be there in the front rows. Love this predictability about him!

One more friendly voice:

- Wow, we’re having a party and nobody called for danceinstructor? I’m insulted! As a retribution prize I would take those two withugly faces in the back!

- Have we started dividing toys already? It’s not even Christmastime, guys! And you are so rude to make your pick ahead of the lady! So itshould be me who’d take those two, and not you, Mike! – I’ve never been happierto hear Lauren’s voice. And you should’ve seen those scumbags’ faces when shementioned her “lady” status =)

- OK, then I’ll take those two with stupid faces on thefront, agreed?

- Depends, bro, which two you mean – Puck interferes –‘cause their faces all look both ugly and stupid to me. And it won’t make anydifference since all of their faces would look pretty much the same in couplemore minutes if that moron leader of theirs will not be smart enough to listento Finn’s kind request!

That solves the issue and Rick loses his grip on Blaine’sshirt and Blaine starts to slip down to the floor. I release Kurt’s hand so hecan catch his boyfriend before he falls.

POV Blaine

… and there I am, in the happiest place of them all – inKurt’s loving embrace. His heart it pounding over mine chest and I know it, Isimply can feel it – I can take whatever comes as long there is this heartloving me, caring for me, protecting me.

He helps me to straighten up and delivers me to thesupportive hands of Lauren. I wonder why would he let go of me so soon but heobviously has some unfinished business as he turns around and rushes right intoRick’s face:

- And now listed to me, you, human typo! Here’s a littlehistory lesson for you – in more civilized times real men solved their disputeswith little something called “duel”. Offended part got to choose the weapon. SoI’m choosing sai swords. I even feel generous enough to give you one day togoogle “sai swords” so you would recognize it when it comes to your face! Andjust a little heads up – I’m really good with them, like ninja-good! And you’dbetter make yourself a photo of that hideous face of yours since you won’t beable to recognize it after I’m done with you! Should you choose to decline thisduel I warn you upfront – if I will ever see you anywhere near my boyfriend orany of my friends – I’ll sneak up on you and you will have a terrible saiswords practice mistake, such a pity… but it happens! So, what would be yourchoice of a place for our duel?

Everyone should’ve seen Kurt at that moment! He wasmagnificent! So small in comparison, even fragile, yet still terrifying withhis detailed speech and menacing sparkle in his eyes! Pure evil! Gorgeous pureevil!

That did it. Whole group of defenders got them to let go ofme, but my boyfriend got them all running away screaming “Mental! Maniac!”

That speech got to Finn as well:

- Bro, did you really mean it?

- Which part? – Kurt’s back to himself, civil and elegant.

- Did you mean ANY of those parts? – Finn is really freakingout, hilarious!

- Well, not all of them. The history lesson was correct, andI am really that good with sai swords. Only I swore an oath never to use themfor offense so those freaks are safe for as long as they don’t try to get on meor on anyone I love, - Kurt catches me with his gaze and smiles this“yeah-I-mean-you” smile, - And also I’m not sure if my swords could have madehim uglier than he already is… So calm down, Finn, you don’t live with apotential cold-blood killer under same roof =)

- You almost had me there, bro!

- What kind of performer would I be if I couldn’t pull offsimple maniac act? Come on, give me some credit of trust here!

Relieved laughter spreads though the crowd and only Finngets all serious in this time of celebration:

- Listen, Blaine, about yesterday… I didn’t mean any of it,really. It’s just… I’m so stressed out all the time over everything and you’rebeing all happy… I guess I kinda envied you on this one.

- Really, Finn, you don’t have to apologize, especially notafter what happened now…

- No, but I do. My insecurities are not your fault and I hadno right to come off on you like this.

- You were right in some instances – I’ll do my best to tunein with the rest of NDs and keep my rainbows moods to myself when not appropriate…And for the leadership part – I can’t imagine better leader than you are and Imean it! I may be a lot of fun but you are the one to hold us together withstrength and motivation to win National… and to stand up for us like you did justnow as a side captain activity =)

And this is the moment when Rachel has to make herdiva-comment:

- Oh, it’s such a moving scene I could cry – only mascara onmy cheeks wouldn’t go with my outfit.

Kurt comes closer and circles his hands around my waist frombehind and puts his head on my shoulder. Now facing Rachel he sights:

- Nothing EVER goes with your outfits so feel free to cry itall you want… Or not ‘cause we have a glee club practice to run to and I haveno time to get you all cleaned up… So, people, off you go! And don’t get mehurrying you up in my ninja-mode!

… … …

That day’s glee club practice was so much fun! I haven’t sunga single line and still got to be loved!

Perfect by Kurt and Blaine

Glee #1. The First Time. Missing Chapter

2011-11-21T10:42:00.001+02:00

Все бывает впервые =) И с таким чудиком, как я, однажды обязательно должно было случится это - написание фанфикшена =)

Этот конкретный посвящен паре Курта и Блейна (ага, тех самых геев, которые моя любимая пара!) из сериала Glee... точнее, даже вполне конкретному эпизоду The First Time (пятый эпизод третьего сезона).

Так что если вас смущает пара (ооо! многих она смущает =), если вы вообще без понятия, что это за сериал (зря... зря!), или если не особо хорошо знаете английский (да-да, дальше будет на инглише)... то это, пожалуй, не для вас =)

Blaine's POV

Blaine's house. THAT night...

Floor wood creaks announcing our arrival to the house. Even though there’s nobody to announce it to – the house stands empty as my father is absent. As always. You’d think I’d be used to him being all-so-busy during every single one of my performances, but no – it still hurts. Well, he was never supportive of my passion for music (I kind of feel that he blames the music for me being gay and all that stuff) but at least he went along with it during the Warblers time – main lead spot somehow leveled it up for him. And since my transfer to McKinley things got a lot heavier… Especially considering my reason for the transfer…

“My reason” caught my eyes with his enchanting gaze – when something so beautiful is looking at you there’s simply no way to look away! Kurt raises his voice:

- What should I do to tempt you to come back to me from where you've gone to?

“Tempt ME”. “To come back to HIM”. He just knows how to pick THOSE words, right? ‘Cause if he will ever do anything to deliberately TEMPT me – I’m going to become another case of spontaneous self-combustion! Him being here, in my empty house, is tempting enough to get me started at all kinds of crazy ideas! And he seems completely oblivious to this fact!

That is why I have to play nice. I have no right to misinterpret his reasons for coming here tonight – it may be totally innocent… or may not… in which case I’d insult him by not being sensitive enough…

Oh, stop making excuses for yourself! You've screwed things up a lot with your horny-shadowed ideas! So keep it simple… and you may start with being a good host!

- Do you want anything? – my voice chokes on that question as it sounds so trivial in comparison to the thoughts I had moments ago.

Kurt looks surprised. Why would my offer surprise him? I don’t have time to think about it since his expression changes to calculative and then amused as if he has solved something in his head and is very pleased with the outcome. I guess I’ll never understand how this handsome head of his operates…

Kurt breaks though my musings with simple request:

- Water would be nice, if you please. I’d be upstairs, - and he leaves me standing there with another hurricane of thoughts…

Upstairs. My bedroom. We have a whole house to ourselves and he chooses my tiny bedroom to hang out… Well, that’s… unsettling…

Ah, shut up, Blaine! Don’t read too much into this! You always hang out in your bedroom, no biggie! Or maybe he just went up there to check the latest issue of Vogue – this particular boy always has to be in tune with fashion =) Sometimes his outfits are too fashionable to understand – and that’s saying something since I’m not a newbie in fashion education myself. But today he chose much simpler look – you can even say he went casual… so unusual for Kurt, almost exotic =)

Faded deep-blue jeans and green long-sleeved T-shirt… Come to think of it… it’s the least layers I’ve ever seen him wearing. Quite suggestive…

Or not! But it’s so hard to keep my thought straight… Images of him are so… promising. Open collar of his T-shirt gives the perfect view of that little hollow just above a collarbone. And I remember how he shivers when I touch that spot… And it’s not because of tickles. I can tell from the way his eyes become deep-rainy-grey and his breath gets uneven. And it simply intoxicates me – to have that kind of power over him!

I totally forget that I’m handling a battle and glasses and a big puddle of water is an evidence to my dream-land journey. I clean it up wondering if it is normal for a teenager to get a sexual anxiety attack every time his boyfriend crosses his mind. Or this is purely my problem? Or is it the privacy of our current surroundings that get me all spiked up?

Or do I need to shove my urges back to where they came from and get myself in order?! Come on, Blaine, at least you can try to be calm!

I bring water back to my room and handle it over to Kurt. He drinks it and puts a glass on a nightstand. His eyes stop at my face and I have a hard time trying to read his expression. It’s so… soft, and gentle, and sensual… I can almost feel it as a physical caress.

Kurt surprises me with his words:

- Ask me again.

- What do you mean? Ask you what? – I know he’s playing some kind of the game, but I don’t seem to recognize the rules.

- Ask me again what you’ve asked me when we came into your house tonight.

Oh… Hmmm… Leave it to the single most interesting kid in all of Ohio to get me amazed and lost – yet still willing to play along just to see where it’s going to. So, what was the question? Ah, yes, the good-host thing:

- Do you want anything?

Softly but very distinctly comes an answer:

- Yes. You.

That. So much said with so little words. As those words sink deeper in me, my whole body turns into magnet pulled towards this person in front of me. I try to shake this feeling away… I promised… no, I swore to myself that this is going to be perfect. And this time… just a couple of days after my drunken screw-up… is far from being perfect – I still have a lot of building up to do.

I shake my head and clench my fists as it pains me to say:

- No, Kurt, not like this. You deserve so much better. I want to make it so special for us…

He interrupts me – not with his words but with motion. His hand rises to touch my ribcage. Just fingertips – his touch is as light as air, but it still does wonders to my body. Tingling sensation spreads in waves from where he touches me – and I forget all I was about to say. Hell, I forget how to breathe!

Kurt’s fingers trace the ornament picture on my shirt and his voice plays my strained nerves:

- Blaine… I don’t need a meadow or background music to make it special for me… I just need you to feel the same way about me as I feel about you…

He pauses and somehow I know he’s not just looking for the right words – he also struggles for some air to say them. Finally he switches his look from his hand to my eyes and I can read question in them:

- Do you love me?

God! And is THIS the question he has to ask?

I close my eyes for I can no longer intake the shining surrounding Kurt. My feelings choke me and with my last breath I manage to say:

- Madly…

For seconds… or maybe minutes… hours, decades could have passed – I wouldn’t notice… all I can here is our speed-up breathing. All I can feel is his hand on my chest, in motion again, circling the shape of my chest, clawing it gently, sending every cell of my body to fire blizzard.

Kurt speaks again – his voice is deep and raspy, full of emotion and longing:

- Do you want me?

Wow, questions are getting better and better with each turn! As if it’s even a question! Can’t he feel the heat radiating from my body? Trembling in my knees gets to the point where I’m not sure if I could stand straight any longer…

I reach out to cup his face with my hands. I lean to him knowing that if I am to open my eyes I will meet his. With what I have left of my voice I whisper:

- It hurts me to stand so close to you and not feeling your body pressed against mine…

I hear Kurt swallowing hard. Was he holding his breath for my answer? Why would…

That thought dissolves with Kurt’s hand tracing the curve of my bottom lip… to my chin… to my cheekbone… My hands drop, I’m shaking…

His voice sounds so much closer to me – I can practically feel him standing inches from me…

- Touch me. Feel me. Have me.

That does it. I open my eyes – and there he is – my own personal heaven. I must've done something pretty good in my previous lives to deserve him, haven’t I?

Touch him… I’m a living torch – am I going to burn him? I reach out… and no – I’m not going to burn him ‘cause his skin burns the same way. Or at least it feels like it. It feels like I've never felt him before and tonight every sensation is so much more intimate and filled with promises and liquid lava. It feels like his hands – always so soft and gentle – suddenly became hard and rough covering me with invisible scratches that instantly fire up with sparkles.

His lips… A scar on the left side of his neck… An inside of his hip…

I wish he’d stay motionless. It’s too much to take in as it is – without him making it way more difficult with his every-present touch. How does he know all of it? How come that every time he touches me it’s like a shot of some powerful drug into my overheated nerve system? How do I keep it up any longer?

With all the sanity I can summon I voice my thoughts:

- Kurt, wait…

- What? Did I do something wrong? Are you OK? – right that instant he gets so composed and thoughtful as if he was expecting himself to do something wrong and to have me to pull back.

- No, no, it’s not you… I mean, it is YOU, but not in the bad way, - I have to hurry and stop him before he gets down the guilt trip. – It's just that… remember us talking about masturbation?

He blushes. I’d say it’s adorable, but it’s just way too hot! Everything Kurt does seem to turn me into steam-powered machine... Maybe he’s right and something is off with temperature in this room? Or maybe I have a fever? Yep, that’s it! For future references we’d call it “The Hummel Fever” – very powerful and dangerous but so much desired condition!

Kurt eyes stay focused on mine expecting further explanation. My words come out little muffled as I'm still trying to catch my breath:

- I just though… with all that “dry-run practice”… I’d be able to hold on a bit longer… And here I am – about to burst into flames… prematurely. I mean… You know what I mean! – I wonder if I blush too… - Maybe… we can take it slower? Like in real slow-motion…

Kurt smiles with this devilish smile of his. This smile singlehandedly can get me to lose my mind – and he knows it and uses it as a weapon! He catches the hair on the back of my head and gently pulls it back opening my throat to him. He leans over, kissing the soft spot behind my ear, my chin, my neck… going lower… burning my bare skin with his warmth and desire. Current runs through my spine and I arc convulsively, billions of little fireworks rising at once inside of me – heaven can’t get any brighter and spectacular then this!

Kurt’s voice reaches to me – all smug but loving, adoring, even admiring:

- Is it slow enough or should we go even slower?

And I remember nothing afterword. Passion, love and our bodies entwined in one single string of life. Not just beauty of the first time – beauty of us!

Новая обувь

2011-11-17T17:33:00.001+02:00

Все, кто знает нашу с мужем семейную пару, знаю, что мы, в некотором роде, обувные фетишисты =) В том плане, что мы очень любим покупать обувь... даже не носить, а именно покупать. В плане носки мы как раз того типа, когда зацепишь одну пару - и носишь весь сезон =) К примеру, мой годичный расклад - это четыре пары обуви: зимние ботинки Martens, летние босоножки Ecco, осенне-весенние туфли Ecco и всепогодные кеды Converse...

Но покупать обувь мы очень любим =) Именно так мы докатились до того, что у нас дома есть шкаф, посвященный коробкам с обувью... и многие-многие коробки уже были списаны на дачу (хотя я себе слабо представляю применимость моих босоножек на даче, но все же...)

И сегодня в этом шкафу завелась еще одна коробка =) Маленькая такая, совсем махонькая, зелененькая с динозавриками =) Манюние ботиночки Ecco - всего лишь 22ой размер, но выглядят, как совсем взрослые!

Так что мы теперь с обувкой =) И никакие зимы-лужи-непогоды нам не страшны =)

О времени...

2011-11-14T22:32:00.001+02:00

Из событий последних дней - встреча одногрупников и новая покупка для Андрюшки =)

Группа УВ-01, ФММ НТУУ "КПИ"... Казалось бы, мы проучились вместе пять лет... и не то, чтобы мы были настолько дружной группой, что до сих пор общаемся полным составом...

Понятное дело, мне повезло - я вынесла из института лучшее, что можно получить от молодых лет =) И это не высшее образование, это мой муж =) Везет же некоторым (как мне) - ходить на встречи одногрупников с собственным мужем =) Ну, то подробности...

О самой встрече... Нас було восемь человек, и учитывая, что из группы в Киеве осталось где-то пятнадцать, то это уже вполне приличная явка =) Остальные "киевляне", как на зло, разъехались по отпускам, свадьбам и другим несущественным с нашей точки зрения поводам!

Естественно, был целый раунд воспоминаний под аккомпонемент Лесиного студенческого фотоальбома... и почему это мой муж на каждой второй странице с какой-нибудь барышней обнимается? И почему я за ним такой общительности не помню?!

Воспоминания породили игру на тему "а как звали того товарища, который..." - были такие жаркие споры, что мы чуть было не рванули в КПИ - искать правды в архивах =)

Поговорили о машинах, о курсах английского, курсах кукольного искусства (вот такие вот разнообразные интересы у моих одногрупников), но когда дело дошло до работы, тема сама по себе свернула в сторону детей - потому что какая уж тут работа, если четверо из присутсвовавших - в декретном отпуске =) Да и вообще, дети - это такая благодарная тема, особенно когда такое разнообразие - от четырехлетних парнишек до месячного малышика =) Повспоминали даже нервный опыт родов - но кого мы обманываем, ведь дети - это же чудо!

Мы с Денисом ушли раньше остальных, потому как Андрюшку купать надобно было... Но встреча запомнится как хороший и веселый вечер (кроме того момента, когда Светка заглядывала за шиворот реглана моего мужа - серьезно рисковала рукой, очень серьезно!)

Фотки будут, но мне их надо малось подкорректировать, да и не все фотки еще до меня дошли, так что попозже =)

Преходим к покупкам для малого =) Пока что я вся в поисках обуви для него, тем временем папа купил нам новое автокресло, которое должно носить нас до 3-4 лет. Вот такое автокресло - PRIORIFIX Picnic Ocean, Maxi Cosi. Надо отметить, это оказался такой себе маленький корабль - если постараться, то и я в него помещусь! В общем, просто переносить его за ручку, как с прошлым автокреслом - это уже не вариант... Будем организовываться, чтобы перемещать его между машинами =)

И одно небольшое случайное наблюдение о времени (чтобы как-то оправдать заголовок поста). У меня есть мобильник, старая Nokia, в котором нет SIM-карты и он используется только как отвлекающий маневр для Тигры - чтобы он не трогал мой работающий мобильник. Успешость этого метода весьма спорная, но я не об этом... Так вот, в силу нерабочего сотояния мобильника, я частенько забываю включить его на зарядку - он разряжается "в ноль" и выключается. После включения он воспроизводит время 09.00 и дату 01.01.2007 (не знаю, почему, но это и не важно). Опять же, поскольку мобильник я никак не сипользую, мне редко есть дело до того, какие время-дату он отражает. Но вот сегодня меня чего-то клемануло установить на нем правильные параметры даже если просто использовать его, как часы, раз уж он все равно постоянно под ногами путается. Я установила правильное время и мобильник вежливо поинтересовался "Время было изменено. Мобильный телефон был перемещен в другой часовой пояс?". Я вежливо отказалась от этой догадки =) Потом изменила дату... И мобильник молча скушал полугодичный шаг... Почему он не спросил меня "Был ли мобильный телефон перемещен во времени?" А вдруг я такое умею! Мог бы поинтересоваться хотя бы из вежливости!

Ладно, это глупости =) Главное, что у нас все слава Богу, чего и всем желаю!

Один день

2011-11-11T10:11:00.000+02:00

Сегодня 11.11.11. И Андрюхе сегодня 1 год 1 месяц и 1 неделя. Вот такой вот один день =)

И Андрюха такой хорошенький =)

GLEE vs Destiny's Child

2011-11-06T19:06:00.001+02:00

Очередное противостояние одной и той же песни в двух вариантах исполнения =)

Оригинал! Destiny's Child "Bills Bills Bills"

Версия Glee - Blaine and The Warblers

А теперь угадайте с двух раз, какая версия мне нравится больше? Правильно! Вторая! Причем нравится до такой степени, что поставлю её себе на рингтон, чтоб почаще слушать =)

P.S. Блейн - мою любимый тенор сериала! Все его песни - в списке моих любимых =) Потом как-нибудь поделюсь ссылками =)

Поделиться мыслями =)

2011-11-01T21:55:00.001+02:00

Денис все еще не вернулся с небольшого междусобойчика, а Тигра, надеюсь, поспит еще немного до первого ночного кормления... так что я решила поделится парочкой мыслей, таких коротких-коротких, что их можно было бы писать даже твиттами... но у меня нет твиттер-аккаунта, да и не мо это формат - ограничение слов =) Разве что вот только раз, сегодня, сейчас =)

Андрюха зацепил такую смешную моську, когда он делает такое важное-важное лицо из серии "к нам приехал ревизор", закладывает руки за спину и расхаживает по квартире =) И это было бы очень-очень серьезно, если бы не было так умилительно и смешно, особенно потому, что ревизор расхаживает голышом, и это весьма разряжает общий важный вид =)

Саму эту картину запечатлеть пока не удалось, потому что Андрюха очень чувствителен к камерам, и тут же меняется в лице и позе, как только видит фотоаппарат... но вот самое ближайшее к тому, о чем я говорила =)

И глаза у него теперь карие... хотя очень долго были серые... Все-таки он наш малышик!

Завтра Дима с Мариной уезжают в Египет. И я хочу в отпуск к морям! Но я подожду, пока Тигра подрастет, и мы поедем греть ему пузико куда-нибудь в цивилизованное курортное место =)

Завела привычку каждый день по чуть-чуть убирать в квартире... так не накапливается одна большая уборка выходного дня, и потому в выходные можно поделать что-нибудь семейное =)

Пришла к выводу, что у меня что-то не так с романтической составляющей в плане художественной литературы и кинематографа... В Mortal Instruments моей самой любимой парой была пара геев, в Glee - та же тема, больше всего меня волнуют переживания одного мальчика с нетрадиционной секусуальной ориентацией, и я таааак радовалась, когда у него все сложилось! То ли у меня любовь к чувствительным мужчинам, то ли к обиженным социальным элементам... То ли просто Алек, Магнус, Курт и Блейн - просто шикарные парни! Особенно Курт =)

P.S. Коротко не получилось... ай, ладно, кого я обманываю - когда у меня получалось говорить коротко? =)

UPD: После н-ого пересмотра сюжетной линии Курта и Блейна (ага, я фрик, сижу и проматриваю вторую половину второго сезона Glee в тех частях, что касаются этой пары), я вычислила, что меня так располагает к гей-парам! Потому что люблю я гонимых персонажей с доброй душой, к которым в конце вопреки всему все равно приходит счастье =) Таких персонажей, как Курт... и Золушка =)

У Андрюшки пропезался верхний левый боковой резец! У нас теперь 5 зубов =)

Мозговой троян!

2011-10-26T23:06:00.001+03:00

Вот интересное дело - подача материала =) Для примера - песня!

В далеком 2000-ом году, некий Sisqó выпустил сингл Thong Song (эта песня еще была в дебютном альбоме, но подробности нас не интересуют). И я отдаленно помню эту мелодию, поскольку она в свое время звучала из каждого утюга... Цепкая такая мелодия!

Но стоит посмотреть видео на эту песню - и запал как-то пропадает... Есть что-то отдаленно пошлое в обилии полуголых барышень в бикини... да и при таком видеосопровождении начинаешь вслушиваться в слова - и там, оказывается, вовсе не про ромашки-лютики! В общем, бррр!

Кста, вот клип:

А вот услышала фрагмент этой песни в Glee недавно... казалось бы, исполнение похожее, но оформление какое! Трогательное, нежное, немного эротичное... Вот всегда бы так =)

А я уже упоминала, что танцующий парень сам и поет? Бывает же =)

Так что голос, исполнение - это еще не все =) Как подать - вот в чем весь секрет!

P.S. А песня заела в мозгу уже третий день!

YA fiction #10. Наконец-то!!!

2011-10-24T22:23:00.000+03:00

С большой силой приходит большая ответственность... И сложно объяснить, какой неподъемно огромной силой обладает серия "The Iron Fey" by Julie Kagawa... Ответственность? Мы всегда в ответе за тех, кого приручили! И эти книги приручили меня, я ждала выхода последней части серии больше, чем жду "Рассвета"! Вот как меня тронуло! И все! Ожидание закончилось!

The Iron Knight by Julie Kagawa

Какое замечательное окончание серии! И подумать только, что автор хотела закончить прошлой книгой! Слава Богу, что у автора есть агент, которая любит классические хеппи-энды, и она убедила Джули написать еще одну книгу, где все сошлось в "жили они долго и счастливо, и так до сих пор и не умерли" =)

Что еще замечательного? Книга написана от лица Аша! И если "Солнце полуночи" от лица Эдварда - это омечтанный Грааль для твай-хардов, то "Железный рыцарь" - это запредельно волшебный подарок для Team Ash! А я - Team Ash through and through, то есть совсем-совсем!

Кстати, о пределах... Путешествие к Провидцу, оттуда - к Реке Снов, по ней - к Концу Света, сквозь Лабиринт, на Полигон Испытаний - и все это ради того, чтобы получить душу, и стать человеком, и иметь возможность быть с любимой... Вот это я понимаю - приключение!

И компания какая собралась уникальная! И мои любимые Пак ("Нет! Плохой призрак! Без рук!" Ох, как я смеялась! А там же такой серьезый момент...) с Грималкиным (любая его фраза - афоризм! а я обожамс афоризмы!), и Большой Серый Волк (отдельный плюс за темный юмор и препирания с Грималкиным), и Провидец (а кто у нас Провидец? ооо! там все таааак неожиданно!). И каждый из них неотывно привязан к сюжету, к развитию событий, ни одной ходячей декорации, ни одного пятого колеса. В общем, оменный "вспомагательный состав" =)

Могу еще много говорить об этой книге - я еще вся такая под впечатлением, что аж уууух! Но в качестве резюме моей влюбленно-восторженной рецензии хочу сказать "Более чем достойное завершение моей любимой саги о феях!"

P.S. В конце книги была приложена первая глава будущей книги Кагавы о вампирах. Если первая глава - это хоть какой-нибудь индикатор того, как будет ощущаться вся книга, то она будет темнее и драматичнее "Фей"... но если она будет хоть сколько-нибудь такой же захватывающей, то "Сумеркам" придется потесниться с первого места на пъедестале "Любимой вампирской саги" =)

YA fiction #9. Дежа-вю =)

2011-10-19T21:36:00.000+03:00

Расскажу вам коротко начало сюжета этой книги...

Молодая девушка приезжает в небольшой городок, где она будет жить с отцом. В новой школе она быстро обзаводится небольшой, но дружной компашкой. Параллельно она цепляет внимание местного предмета девчачьего восхищение, с которым, как утверждают новые подруги, ей ничего не светит. Но! И этот самый предмет тоже вдруг воспылал к ней сильнейшим интересом, хотя его семейство против. А он все равно глаз отвесть не может, вплоть до того, что девушка начинает думать, что он преследует её. Совсем не помогает то, что всю семейку парня местные жители считают самую малость чудоковатой, а точнее - совсем не самую малость, а очень даже чудоковатой!

Долго ли, коротко ли, но наш Апполон Бельведерский спасает даму сердца из беды, чтобы затем таинственно начать её избегать и игнорировать. И все же сквозь всякие там игнорирования он все равно появляется на горизонте как раз в тот момент, когда дама чудом спасена от приставания пьяной компании...

Вот интересно, на каком слове вы сказали "Сумерки"? Потому что я не буду дальше пересказывать сюжет =) Потому что дальше сюжет отличается от того, что вы о нем думали =) Потому что это не "Cумерки"!

Carrier of the Mark by Leigh Fallon

А ведь это даже не все сходства с "Сумеречной Сагой" =) Есть еще семейка главного героя, Адама, а именно Айне - жизнерадостая сестра, которая всегда оказывается в нужном месте и говорит правильные вещи, чтобы всем стало веселее и спокойнее. Риан - собирательный образ остальных персонажей "сумеречной семейки" с его жестким чувством юмора, убийственным взглядом и сложными взаимоотношениями с их судьбой.

Кстати, о судьбе. Благо дело, мифологическая основа тут взята не из "Сумерек" - тут тема четырех элементов природы (воздух, вода, земля, огонь), их равновесия и прочего-прочего... Что-то из серии "Аватар: Легенда об Аанге" (просмотр этого сериала определенно помог мне визуализировать все фокусы, которые выделывали Элементы), только здесь не один "повелитель стихий", а четверо, по количеству элементов - Адам-Вода, Айне-Земля, Риан-Огонь и Меган, соответсвенно, Воздух - чуть ли не самый могущественный элемент, и она, естественно, попадает в компашку полностью развившихся элементов в полном неведении относительно своих сил и без умения ими управлять. Есть еще добавочные линии про передачу генетического наследия (от этой линии идет происхождение названия книги, потому что Меган - "Носитель Знака"), про ритуал равновесия, про зловредную группировку Нокс и многое другое.

Но самый интерес сюжета - не в самом сюжете, а в главной паре. Ну наконец-то! Последний раз такая пара встречалась мне в Hunting Emma, и это было очень давно! "Такая" - в том смысле, что изначально парень является чуть ли не наикрутейшим представителем сословия, но в конце оказывается, что девушка тоже не промах, и именно она, скорее всего, спасет всю ситуацию самолично =) Но важно даже не это... главные герои - одного возраста! Он - не столетний вампир, не вечный греческий бог, не сказочный фей и не павший архангел! Он - точно такой же элемент, как и она, с той лишь разницей, что они - разные элементы (если эта фраза имеет хоть какой-нибудь смысл =)

Очень классная получилась пара! Они как-то сразу сошлись, и большую часть книги общались в романтично-игривом ключе (кроме серьезно-сентиментальных пассажей, когда того требовала драматичная обстановка... у них там мировые проблемы, знаете ли, не всегда они хиханьки-хахоньки!). Причем игривость и романтичность у Меган вполне адекватная, а у Адама - так вообще на "ура!" Эти его броские реплики и хозяйственные повадки - прямо как Патч, только если бы он был моложе и не таким... изголодавшимся...

В целом и общем, пусть эта книга канвой и напоминает "Сумерки", но по сути является облегченной их версией с принципиально отличающимся стержнем сюжета и задорной романтической линией (без всяких треугольников - ура!). Так что очень советую как любителям "Саги" (смотрите мимо совпадений! смотрите в отличия!), так и просто любителям жанра!

Следующая книга этой серии выйдет аж в начале 2013 года, думаю, к тому моменту успеют перевести эту =)

P.S. На досуге посчитала, сколько книг в жанре я прочла... Если считать с "Сумерками", с которых началось мое погружение в YA fiction, то получается уже 36 книг =) Из них 26 - за последние три месяца... быстро я читаю, однако!

В общем, дочитаю парочку начатых серий - сделаю рейтинг YA fiction by @ksana =)

YA fiction #8. Феи, крылья...

2011-10-18T16:49:00.001+03:00

Wings by Aprilynne Pike

Квадрилогия, последняя часть которой, Destined, выйдет 26 апреля 2012 года. О первых трех частях, Wings-Spells-Illusions, я буду отзываться сообща, так как помню их одной цельной историей =)

Мифологическая часть. Неизбитый подход к определению сущности фей, откуда они, что они такое и так далее. Под все эти вопросы подведены научно-исторические ответы, с привязкой к биологии и шекспировской литературе. И хотя первая книга наиболее логично должа была бы отвечать на все-все вопосы, но на самом деле все ракрывается постепенно, как цветок - чем глубже внутрь истории, тем насыщеннее цвет, тем важнее вопросы и тем сложнее ответы. Правильный подход - и не надоедает ненужными пояснениями, но и не держит в неведении =)

Главная героиня. Лорел. Фея с очень высоким иерархическим положением, о чем она, естественно, не догадывается где-то до середины первой книги. Как только она входит в суть дела, она начинает вести себя более-менее вменяемо, это если не обращать внимания на две великие дилеммы - какой из миров и кого из парней выбрать?

О парнях. Один из наиболее качественно прописанных любовных многоугольников (каждая книга добавляет еще один угол, и в конце третьей книги я насчитала пятиугольник), где действительно не сразу понятно, кого же предпочтет главная героиня. Нет, изначально понятно, что я - Team Tamani, но ведь есть еще Девид, которого Лорел так искренне любит, который такой земной, сильный, жизнерадостный - в общем, идеальная картинка идеального бойфренда.

Тэмэни. И никто не переубедит меня в том, что он не является главным героем! Потому что он тоже из рода фей, потому что ради Лорел он ломает стереотипы, привычки, характер... и конечности некоторых нерадивых троллей, посмевших посягнуть на его любимую. Столько нежности, столько преданности, столько боли и надежды можно было вложить только в главного героя! Тэмэни... Вы только имя его послушайте - Тэ-мэ-ни (ударение на последнем слоге)... Как музыка...

Хорошие книги. Нет сильного накала страстей, но есть много хорошо прописанных экшен-сцен и легкой, ни к чему не обязывающей чувственности. Нет сложного нагромождения сюжетных поворотов, но все достаточно интересно и захватывающе. Эти книги я бы рекомендовала тем, кто хотел бы познакомится с жанром, и хотел бы начать с чего-то в меру легкого, но не детского =) Особенно учитывая, что эти книги однажды экранизуют (права выкупила Walt Disney, поговаривают об участии Майли Сайрус), а еще эти книги начали издавать на русском языке (скачать можно здесь).

YA fiction #7. Долг платежом красен!

2011-10-16T22:36:00.000+03:00

Только сейчас сообразила, какое количество книжных отзывов задолжала блогу =) Аж пять штук!

Три из них - часть квадрилогии, последняя часть которой выйдет аж в апреле следующего года... возможно, я хотела дождаться последней части, но теперь передумаю - слишком не скоро она выйдет, а о впечатлениях надо писать по свежей памяти =) Но это будет отдельным постом чуть позже.

А сегодня я "отзовусь" о двух книгах...

Silence by Becca Fitzpatrick

Да-да, эта та самая третья часть квадрилогии The Hush Hush Saga, о которой я совсем недавно рассказывала =) И что я хочу вам доложить - hurray, we're back on track! В смысле "ура, все вернулось на круги своя!"

Да, главная героиня Нора все еще притормаживает на поворотах и не замечает кое-какие очевидных вещей аж пока они не свалятся на неё в самый неподходящий момент... но это уже не так масштабно, как в прошлой книге, и вообще - у Норы есть отмазка в виде амнезии - она таки полкниги вспоминает то, что происходило в предыдущих двух... и, надо заметить, автор умудрилась сделать этот повтор совсем не утомительным =)

Но вместе с этой книгой в сагу вернулись юмор, сложная картина сюжета, чувственность на уровне эротичности, и вообще - вернулся Патч! Ррр! В самом лучшем смысле этого "ррр" =)

Так что я не буду долго рассказывать об этой книге... потому что сюжет я все равно рассказать не могу, мифологическую основу мы уже проходили раньше, да и не заканчивается история на этой книге - будет еще одна последняя часть. Но что я однозначно должна сказать - книга только сааааамую малость не дотягивает до первой книги (скорее всего, из-за отсутствия новизны истории падших ангелов), но однозначно на порядок лучше второй книги! Так что мой интерес к этой саге спасен и я снова вся в ожидании!

P.S. Кста, автор сжалилась, и в связи с тем, что последняя часть выйдет еще не пойми когда, закончила эту книгу очень органично, с таким себе временным финалом - так что можно не рвать на себе волосы "а что же там дальше?", а спокойно ждать того самого "дальше" =)

UPD: Последняя часть выйдет осенью 2012 года... Это еще очень не скоро =( но уже понятно - когда =)

The Goddess Test by Aimee Carter

Это трилогия, но до следующей книги, Goddess Interrupted, еще ооочень далеко - она выйдет только в апреле 2012 года =( Третья книга - так вообще в январе 2013 года =((( И за что мне это?

А опечалена я так потому, что это действительно ТА книга, которую я буду помнить... Сложно объяснить, почему, но я попробую...

Мифологическая основа. Греческие боги. Не их потомки, не Древняя Греция, а именно наше время, где-то в дебрях Америки - но в книге участвуют сами боги, с очень человеческими характерами. Действительно посмотрела на мифологию по-новому... Вплоть до того, что собираюсь обновить свои знания древнегреческих божественных перипетий перед прочтением второй книги. Потому что там СТОИТ знать, кто есть кто =) Так намного интереснее!

Сюжет сложен очень интересно, и хотя аннотация предельно просто и подробно рассказывает, о чем книга, интерес все же есть до самого конца. Местами - детективный, но чаще всего - романтически-драматический.

Главная героиня. Кейт. Не по годам мудрая девушка. Действительно приятно встретить такого спокойного и цельного персонажа в бескрайних просторах девочек, которые истерят на каждой второй странице...

Главный герой. Аид. Вот как я теперь смогу серьезно ненавидеть плохиша Аида во всех этих фильмах-экранизациях на мифологические темы, если после этой книги я считаю его чуть ли не самым романтическим героем? Вот правда - умный, честный, галантный, сильный... "шикарно красивый" упоминать? Естественно, по законам жанра, он еще и сильно поломан в душе, но для того нам и нужна главная героиня, правда ведь? =)

Удивительно целомудренная книга. Потому что в этот раз героев объединяет не столько страсть (и она там будет, но это не главное), а какая-то абсолютно неизбывная, щемящая нежность... Герои не так уж много общаются, там нет цветистых речей на несколько страниц... но так тепло и уютно, что просто не хочется выходить!

Читается очень быстро. В моем случае - за один день. Потому что эту книгу просто нельзя положить и пойти спать =) Хочется пить её, как теплый чай, и пить, и пить... Жаль, что она закончилась...

+ пару дней во второй год жизни =)

2011-10-10T09:07:00.000+03:00

Малому уже год и почти неделя - и за это время мы...

Сделали прививку КПК, прошли всех врачей. Вот это впервые нам меряли рост, а не длину =)

Отметили наш первый день рождения! Общий результат: "минус" два бокала, "плюс" игрушки, книжки, одежда и деньги, "плюс" новая стрижка (плюс к стрижке наша кресная Наташа поседела от нашего крика во время стрижки =). А еще я получила в честь дня рождения Андрюхи обложку для Киндла с подсветкой - могу читать в темноте =)

Посмотрела парочку индийских фильмов - давно со мной такого не было... Отзывы здесь.

Прочитала новую книгу из The Hush Hush Saga - отзыв будет чуть позже. Пытаюсь читать Fire из трилогии Graceling - пока идет с трудом =(

Купили новый миксер и я опять ударилась в выпечку всего подряд =) Так что я сейчас в режиме кулинарного творчества =)

На большее количество информации сейчас нет времени, так что всем привет-привет и пока-пока!