Post by blackbirdfly on Jul 17, 2011 11:12:05 GMT -5
MISTER KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL
seventeen | mckinley student | chris colfer
code word: Howard Bamboo
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm sure you already know me. I'm Kurt- current front runner for the 'best dressed' category for our senior yearbook- well, I'd like to think I am. You try to find someone who can daringly walk down these halls in Armani and Betsey Johnson who doesn't look like a cartoon character. I was sixteen, but I went on seventeen. I was at McKinley- moved to Dalton for a couple of months for safety reasons, and recently moved back! Now I'm back with my Glee Club posse and... well, you don't understand how much I have missed them. However, not a day goes by when I think of Blaine. Who's Blaine? He's my lovely boyfriend who sometimes has the last name Warbler. Yes, I am gay. I came out sophmore year, and with being the only openly gay kid at McKinley, I've gone through major trials and tribulations. It's like I should have my own television show."
"I'm sure that you've heard of the song 'Diva' by Beyonce? That dictates: "A Diva is a female version of a hustler." Now, I believe that I am a Diva in the Prima Donna sense- and the opposite of those lyrics. I in fact, don't look to get money unfairly from people. If anything- I spend my own money lavishly without putting much thought into it. But I don't have a problem. I stress this enough. I don't think my shopping compulsion is that bad. I've been trying to train myself through it. Really, I have. One of my problems is that I can't seem to get my money priorities in check. I spend all my cash on these genius outfits and fashion supplies that I forget they can be more conventially used other places. Speaking all this now- I'm coming forward and saying how aware I am. One of my outfits could have easily funded a semester at Dalton.
Beware of my remarks- they cut. I must say that I am an expert at word play. Some may even think me as 'too witty for my own good'- such a cardboard cut out of a stereotypically gay man. But I swear, I will punch the next person who calls me a stereotype. You're not getting me at all. Kurt Hummel is a person, not a character. People think I'm judgemental? You should see the people walking around McKinley and live through some of the hell I've had to deal with in the past two years. Oh- wait. Rambling here- I apologize. This is for another part of your application. Allow me to collect my thoughts once again. I'm very stubborn. It's usually very hard to sway me. Usually I'm right on everything- well, based on past lucky guesses and experiences. I consider myself smarter than the average apes that walk around, especially Homeless Brett. He really needs to take a shower- and why in the world doesn't the teacher change my seat? As you can see, I'm fearless in my honesty. If you look like Big Bird, I'll snap at you with no hesitation. Like I'd even allow you to walk around looking like a Sesame Street character. I like the truth back just like I serve it.
Even though I may think of myself before others, I don't think I'm a very selfish person. Sure, I love wondering, "How will I benefit most?", but I've just been so independent for a long time that others fade into the background. Although I can socialize like nobody else's business- I'm perfectly content with being on my own. I like comfortable silence. I take time out daily to meditate and recollect my thoughts on things that have happened or might happen. I even do some yoga in the morning. Cheerios know this already- that I can keep upw ith their work out routines. I consider myself athletic to some extent and my flexibility has been a factor in my cheerleading success. According to my mental status, I love fairytales and weddings. It shouldn't be a surprise when you see all my recordings of celebrity weddings and planning on the Bridal channel. I was fed fairytales with princes and princesses as a child, Disney was constantly playing in my little boombox player in the corner of my room. I hope to someday live my happily ever after- and I hope it's with Blaine. But don't tell him that. I don't want to scare him off.
I don't consider myself a gay poster child, in fact- I am not really conscious of the world around me until they put me into the center of it. With their name calling, slushies to the face, or even dubbing me prom queen. I pave my life the way I can, and if people want to follow in my footsteps, that's fine. I am hoping for changes in how I'm treated. Because like any teenager, I do care about being liked...and accepted for who I am. Sexuality does not define me, my personality does. I have all these dreams, and I am determined to reach them. (We are rightfully matched, Miss Rachel Berry.) I am smart about it, taking little steps so that I won't be too overwhelmed- but that does not mean I am a stranger to gambling! Have I mentioned 'courage'? No? Oh dear. Well, you should know it's probably one of my absolutely favorite words now. Blaine often likes to spam my iPhone with it when I'm feeling down- he knows me too well. But recently I've gotten a bit more brave, and vocal in the face of adversity here at McKinley. I'm proud of it.
I'm kind of a work-a-holic and multitasker. I can't sit around and do nothing- even if I'm extremely tired. My mind is constantly working out my plans for the day, homework, outfits to make... the list goes on and on. This helps me become more prepared- you see my totebags? Extra hairspray, lotion bottle, there's practically a small closet in my locker. It's my own little spa and cosmotolegist's survival kit. I'm very careful with my belongings- I like to be organized. Although I may like sitting in a corner, nothing is more important in my heart than friends and family. I love being with them- and they inspire me daily. Oh- and I'm a proud little monster. Gaga's word is law."
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" When I was little, my mother would tell me how she and Dad met amongst all the Disney fairytales she'd read me late at night. She told me she was very much like a caged bird, searching for freedom. See, she wanted to go to a culinary school, but was forced into some medical university while bombarded with radical Catholic ideals. It sounds like hell. She worked weekends for tips singing at one of the local bars to get her performing fix out and it wasn't long until she was approached by Dad- who told her that she had real talent. In the beginning, she thought that one of his friends with him att he time put him up to it. She was extremely hesitant- like she was going to fall that easily for some college frat-boy trick. It took a while, and about 5 more meetings to soften to his advances and she realized that he was not just playing her on- the feelings he developed for her were indeed genuine. She called Dad a prince through and through, although he wore a trucker hat instead of a crown.
Soon after, they got married and had me. We have a keyboard at my house- nothing fancy like a grand piano. My mother and I would sing Broadway tunes at the top of my lungs and she'd watch me practice for my tap dancing classes. My home was very loving, very accepting of who I was before I came to realize that there was a term for my "special individuality". I would wake up in the morning, eat breakfast, go to school, go to tap, come home, sing and perform, help Mom cook and clean the house. Dad would come home, we'd have dinner together and watch some television- like America's Funniest Home Videos or something. Don't think that just because I'm gay- I follow every single fashion show there it... I follow most of them. Not many people know this, but I've gotten into shows like... say, Law and Order. I grew up with game shows that tested mental trivia like Jeopardy and I've had my fair share of explosions from MacGyver and adrenaline from Cops late at night. I'm very well rounded- you may even be suprised with the occasional references I throw out in my speech. But oh- there was one yearly program my mother and I would count down on our calendar: The Tony's.
It changes you- being right in front of death taking someone you love away. The Ohio State Baking Fair changed everything. It was like...slow motion. I will never forget that day- no matter how many times I feel like I must so to not get all depressed again. It was all a rush of doctors, paramedics, an ambulance coming to my mother's rescue. At six, I didn't fully comprehend was was going on- all I knew was that something had gone terribly wrong and 'mommy had to see the doctor'. She held my hand, you know... in the ambulance and talked with my dad. But when I felt her grip give way, something cracked- something connected in my brain to make it all have some type of profound sense no six year old should ever encounter in their lives for a long time. She was gone- and her last words were, "I love you." Oh- can I please have a tissue? I... haven't talked about this in a while. You should have seen me opening up about this to Blaine. Can I have a moment? ...
Anyway, after they considered her dead upon arrival... I remember holding on to my father and telling him how scared I was, how I missed her already, how I loved her and wanted her back. Above all... I also remember telling him how I didn't want him to leave me too. You must understand how this shook me. How it changed our routines and nothing was ever the same. We later found that Mom was poisoned by an old High School colleague who blamed Elizabeth for "taking her spot" in admission to the medical school she attended. I didn't stay long enough to hear her sentence- it hurt too much. We never even got an apology- how could anyone be so heartless? Still, we knew that we had to move on. I appreciate all that my dad has done in trying to make things 'normal' again during that time. I really did. He tried his hand at piano, picked me up from my dance classes, attended all recitals. At dinner, I remember we would eat with that empty seat and reminisce.
Soon enough, I dove into the world of pop culture! As a child of the 90's bubblegum pop era, I was interested in Britney Spears and the almighty Spice Girls. I even had a small crush on Justin Timberlake when he was in N*Sync. I didn't know it was a "crush", but boy was I enamored. I've always gotten along better with girls than boys. I was always their confidant from "the inside". That does not mean I am completely effeminate. I've kind of adapted that mantra from Angel in the highly acclaimed Broadway musical RENT, 'I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, but I'm more of a woman than you'll ever get.' Living with this "I can do better attitude" has helped me get far and better in dealing with all these obstacles I've had to face growing up. I was in the middle of prejudice- name flying around, and there were mornings when I would stare at my full-length mirror, of course donning a fashionable out- but felt neglected like a trend that was so last August.
It seems just yesterday when I first heard Lady Gaga on the radio. A song has never hit me harder than her single "Just Dance". True story: I parked at one of the local bowling alleys just to turn the volume all the way up and listen. Have you ever let your body shut down and just listen to something? It takes to to a whole other world- let me tell you. Needless to say, I bought the song later that day. Watching her music videos and interviews only inspired me to keep going forth in expressing myself, throwing all caution to the wind. She has helped me love myself when I felt like I was at my lowest. Still, even now... I hum the chorus. Because I know that someday, everything will be okay. And people who feel the same way I do won't have to deal with socal abuse and bullies tearing us apart anymore. It hurt that all though sophomore year, everyone witnessed me getting thrown into the dumpster...and nobody cared to notice and report it. Like... my calls were falling upon deaf ears.
Glee club brought me the best and worst times of my high school memories. My car's windshield was shattered by my best friend who used to have a crush on me, I taught our football team how to do the Single Ladies dance, I even sung a John Mellencamp song. I've been known to be quite shady- I can't lie. I tried to matchmake Finn's mother and my faher together so that I could get close to him. Eventually that faded off with time, and it turns out my Dad did fall in love again with Carole, so I'm glad he's happy. She's such a sweetheart and I love the woman to death. She said at the wedding how she not only gained a son, but a friend in me. I was touched-slash-exhausted because I organized the whole ceremony. I had a good running as a Cheerio, helping Sue clench Nationals one year with reciting a Celine Dion song entirely in French. Glee club is my home away from home- every single person in that classroom is my family. We come together to present the gift of song to an audience. We are the jocks, popular kids, the outcasts. I consider myself extremely lucky to know them.
I had a fight with my dad about missing our traditional dinner one morning... only to find that in horror, later that day, he had a heartattack. Words cannot describe how guilty I felt. My friends tried to take a more religious approach, and I turned myself away for a while. Let me tell you this right now. I don't believe in God. Religion and honosexuality has never mixed well. I am sick and tired of people telling me that I'm waltzing my way into hell because I like someone of the same sex. However, I understood in the end that they were only trying to help me and I let them in, I knew I needed all the help I could get. I may not believe in deities, but I believed in my Dad. After I nursed him back to health, David Karofsky started to bully me worse than before. I had to avoid and manuever myself more skillfully through the halls so I could better avoid him. Through this crisis, you could say Puck was the lasso of fate that brought me to spy on the Warblers during another one of Mr. Schuester's 'battle of the sexes' assignments.
I never knew Katy Perry had a way with words. And I fell in that moment. This singing sensation became my mentor and personal "teenage dream". He gave me the "courage" to eventually stand up to Karofsky, only to get kissed in the locker rooms afterwards. The death threat came- if I were to ever tell a soul. However, Mr. Schuester witnessed one of my many sinks to the floor by my locker and Karofsky was expelled. It was a freedom short lived when the closeted young man would come back- thus making me transfer to Dalton immediately. Blaine and my relationship was building as time passed- we got pretty close. We had a blissful ride- singing flirty duets around Christmas, knowing each other's coffee orders. I'd consider them all dates- and above all that fluff, I was afraid of losing him like I lost Finn. I felt like my feelings would be left unreciprocated, but there was always something bubbling in me that told me I had a better chance. Rachel make out session aside. Blaine is too important to me to pass up- I always pictured him getting with someone else. Maybe one of those Dalton boys he knew longer than me.
The death of Pavarotti was completely over thought by me. I thought it was a bad omen. This little yellow bird was truly my friend. He would whistle, and I would do the same back. I'd even talk to the bird- telling him about my day and swoon about how Blaine's eyes sparked in some certain light. After my rendition of Blackbird, I was basically handed a part in a duet at regionals with Blaine. It was all so surreal. And then he kissed me. And I kissed back. I was no pro at kissing, but oh Gaga it was perfect. Thus started our relationship. Even though we didn't win, we had each other. I completely agree that what we had was worth more than any lousy trophy anyway. I was kind of expecting the move from Dalton back to McKinley. I knew money couldn't grow on trees, it didn't last forever. My choice to go back was fueled by how much I missed my friends...and Karofsky's apology in a meeting I had with the principal. That Dalton uniform made you a different person. Now, I love...love...love..LOVE the blazer on Blaine, and he wears in proudly. It just wasn't me. The brooches, scarves, the New Directions- I realized where I was supposed to be.
There was not a weekend we would not spend together. We even worked out this tiny Skype ritual before I would go to bed. Shows you how invested I was in this- I would wake up in the early hours of 4AM just to get done with my facial moisturizing routine and yoga to catch early breakfast at the local Ihop. My boyfriend is worth it. I love how I don't have to try as hard- because for a while it felt like I was always the one pursuing unreachables. With Blaine, since we were very good friends first, we just...naturally slipped into the romance. He says he's not good at romance, but I think he more than suffices in that department. One of my favorite things is when he sings to me...later I would show him up with a number of my own, but that adds to our fun, doesn't it? It was obvious that I wanted to attend my junior prom with him. He informed me about his fears and his last dance experience, but I convinced him that all of the New Directions would have our backs. Soon enough, I was decked out in a kilt with embellishments a la moi to my vest and jacket. I expected to live that night without fear- but I didn't expect to be crowned Prom Queen.
It took a while in the hallway for me to recover from all the pain I felt- thinking that things had changed, that progress had been made and I was on the road to pristine acceptance. But I walked back inside the gym, and told Kate Middleton to eat her heart out. I was greeted with thunderous applause. Coincidentally, Karofsky was crowned Prom Queen, but refused to dance with me. I would have wanted to comfort him, but I thought it better for him to deal with his own inner demons. However, Blaine blew me away once again when he asked me to dance... in front of all those people. We safely went home without a hitch, no problems at all. With my transfer, I was expected to join the New Directions at Nationals. In New York. The stress was not only on me, but on a Rachel Berry. So? Like any good friend... I took her out to have Breakfast at Tiffany's with me and we proceeded to sing on the Gershwin stage. Our favorite show: Wicked. We had a very nice heart to heart just singing on that stage together- and we both know each other's star quality. She's a worthy solo challenger and I hope to see her after we graduate around the audition belt! Needless to say, the separation from Blaine was tough- but we conversed about it right when I came back. He told me at the end of my take that he loved me. Blaine Warbler Anderson. Loved me. I was shocked for a second, and said it back. I meant it. And I always will. "
"Hey, I'm Rain. I just wanna play Kurt. XD This app has physically drained me. I'll edit this to look more friendly later. You can contact me through PM or skype: katroversy OR tumblr! oddallison.tumblr.com - don't be afraid to drop by and say 'hello'! Just... tell me who you are prior so I don't think you're a creeper :3"
" Kurt had always loved his French class, and it didn't bother him that he was the top French language student at McKinley. He also liked history- learning about how things came to be intrigued him, origins. But he had his own share of moments where he disliked or got bored of a period in particular, or just... put another importance above his like for the subject. Like, Blaine for example. Last Christmas when the Warbler walked in on him studying, he was hard at work, easily producing an essay about Charlemagne with little effort. His attention shifted to that suave, handsome boy in front of him, causing him to drop his pen and act slightly like some damsel in distress who needed some saving from the horrible homework. Like he was going to tell Blaine, 'Get out, I'm busy. I can't talk to you.'. No. He treasured every single moment they had- fat chance he'd ever let Blaine slip away because of this assignment. You could always re-do essays, but you couldn't re-do relationships with people. Kurt had better discipline than before on showcasing his romantic attractions to someone, not trying so hard. He had learned previously what 'pushing' looked like when he had feelings for Finn his sophomore year. Luckily with Blaine, he didn't have to panic... everything was easy, and so natural. They both built up this bond of trust and love that seemed completely and blissfully stable.
Having a slight obsession with the Royals, it was no suprise that he had long made the connection and interest in Royals in history. One of his favorite subjects was about the French Revolution- or more particular, the life of Marie Antoinette. He had indeed read biographies and looked into her life as much as possible. He had seen Coppola's artistic genius yet historical inaccuracy in her 2006 film. But oh dear, he loved everything about her. A fifteen year old bride? The nineteen year old queen? He could only imagine having his own mental breakdown in that position. But thinking about all those fabrics and tons of fashion at the tips of his fingers? It sounded like his kind of place. There was always a special feeling he got from old French styles, the prim and proper- the wigs, the beautiful gowns that were accompanied by tight fitting corsets. It was all so delicate and whimsical, beautiful and bound. Put into a neat little package complete with a silk bow for him to unwrap and go GaGa over. For a fleeting moment, he wondered why in the world he was obsessed with this woman, and it dawned on him that he couldvery much relate. They liked glamour, had a streak of taking risks (gambling), liked the fancier things in life... and above all, had their fair share of people who hated them. Although he was no queen of an entire country, there were indeed a majority of people at McKinley who looked down upon him for being the way he was.
This Halloween, he was looking at himself in the mirror, adjusting and putting some final touches. He created this alternate persona heavily based off of Marie- for tonight he would be Mario Antoine. There was no way he was going to wear a full length, skirt-dragging-on-the-sidewalk costume. It would be too hard to deal with and he would just about die if some seven year old stepped on and ripped it accidentally in their rush for candy. He didn't know how Blaine got him to trick-or-treat, but no matter what the reason, he figured that it might be fun since it had been quite a while. On his outfit planner/organizer, he had a complete spread on his inspirations for what he had just created. Plastered on a single posterboard held by an easel in the corner of the room were cutouts of Kristen Dunst and Gaga at the 2010 VMAs- the bloody Paparazzi number. "Amidst all of these flashing lights, I pray the fame won't take my life." He hummed along with the lyrics that played on in his head with the sharp violins. An unsettling thought was about being so public- this Halloween could turn for the worst, they had potential of being mugged or beaten up. However, if there was one thing he had improved on this whole year- it was to have courage, to live without the fear- but being aware of the consequences. Ignorance was not the way to go. With Blaine by his side, and with pepper spray in his trick-or-treat tote bag altered to fit, he was prepared to face the worst.
Upon hearing his father call for him, he put the bag over his shoulder and made his way down the stairs, heeled boots making light noises down the stairs. There Blaine was, staring at him with awe-filled eyes, and looking indeed like a 'teenage dream'- but then again, when DIDN'T he look like one? Kurt simply couldn't hold his composure, giggling quite a bit on his way down. As handsome they were- they both looked out of their usual element (this was clearly a stretch for Kurt) and from another time period. He had taken it upon himself to get Blaine's measurements and fix a little something. His boyfriend was obviously not done up as much as Mario Antoine, bit it was different seeing him like that. If they were enrolled in a non biased costume contest- he had full confidence that they would be victorious. For a couple seconds, Kurt just had to take a good look at his partner. A mix of beige, cream, and baby blue. A tailored jacket with huge brooch hiding the jacket pocket, and a clean cut sash underneath, On the bottom, a neutral pair of brown skinny jeans and dress shoes. Although Kurt knew that Blaine's favorite part of the get-up was the hat which was very reminiscent of a pirate, atop of mass of black curls pulled back into a tiny pony tail.
"You look beautifully tragic." He heard Blaine comment, tracing the thin red line drawn 1/4th of the way around Kurt's neck, the symbollism of Marie Antoinette's end.
"And you look tragically beautiful." Kurt smiled at their Wicked referencing, tracing the exact same mark that could be seen along Blaine's neck as well.
Burt looked in between them and cautioned them to be careful and to call if anything was needed, retreating to the kitchen soon after. The two teenage boys looked at each other, just shocked at the other's transformation. Kurt looked down at himself, his powder blue skinny jeans covering most of his white floral self-painted poots glimmered under the foyer lights. Blaine reached a hand out to feel the material of his boyfriend's less frilly collar, but with the same pattern as the boots. Truly- the button up made the look more masculine under the corset. In his slightly powdered and bleached to perfection hair, a small deep red flower bundle was stuck, bobby pinned down so that it wouldn't move, complementing the blues of his eyes. His face was clean, save for a slight application of blush he couldn't resist. Just then, Blaine reached into his pocket and took out a wand.
"...why do you have that?" Kurt asked curiously, a little bit confused.
"I know I'm supposed to be Louis the sixteenth, but did you know that Bill and Fleur had a son named Louis? J.K. Rowling drew out this whole map of offspring, and I thought I could bring it to..."
"Be a wizard, I know." Kurt knowingly crossed his arms as he leaned on the staircase rail. "I don't mind, it works. Besides, seeing as it lights up at the end- it can be our flashlight if it gets too dark."
"I was just about to get to that. Now, shall we go?" King Louis-Weasley offered his arm and Mario Antoine took it gracefully, strolling out to indeed cause some revolution in the neighborhood. A Candy revolution, that is.
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