track 04: come see about me (written)

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[So, Harry's last broadcast really shook Kurt. But it shook him right out of his shell, and he's finally ready to talk to Paradisa.]

I haven't been as social here as I should be. I didn't want to be, because that felt like giving in.

But I'm here, for now. And I have to deal with it.

My name is Kurt Hummel. I'm a 19 year old intern for vogue.com. I was a member of my high school glee club. It was the best time of my life, and in my senior year we won Nationals. I was also the first openly gay student at my high school in Lima, Ohio. I love scarves and cars and hospital dramas. Or any kind of drama, really. My best friends are girls named Rachel Berry and Mercedes Jones, even if I don't talk to Mercedes as much as I used to. I used to hate both of them. I live in New York with Rachel right now. I'm not in college, currently. Patti Lupone is my idol. My father is my hero.

Fashion and music are my life.

I'm not sure what else to say, but if anyone wants to talk, I'd like that.

Comments

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[Ahahaha.]

Do the Beatles work for you?

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Yeah, sure. Kinda mellow for me, but it works.

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[And he jumps right into a song.]

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[How did you know that was my favorite Glee song, Kabby ;-;]

Dude! That was pretty good!

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[Because twinsies apparently!]

Thank you! I'll take that as high praise from you, Alex.

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Yeah, it was sweet.

[He should - that was pretty damn rare.]

My brother and I tried to do the whole band thing once. It didn't really go anywhere.

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That's too bad.

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We were totally gonna hit it big, or something. I mean, once we got out of our sub shop. And got an actual audience.

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I'll have to hear you sing sometime!

Sub shop, huh?

[Kurt, no, that's not the weird part of that sentence.]

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Yeah, my family runs Waverly Sub Station, over in Tribeca.

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Sub Station. Cute.

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It has an actual subway car and everything. Totally tacky.

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...Okay, yes, that's a bit far, I have to admit.

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Yeah, but no one can tell my dad that. I totally took it for a joyride once, though.

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...Explain to me how that works.

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Magic.

[She says it in a completely joking air, the way someone might say it if they were indeed being facetious.]

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No, really, though.

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[Her voice sounds a little less confident all of the sudden.]

Dude, you got sucked into an alternate universe last month. Would it really be that hard to believe?

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Well, it's just that you and your world sounded so normal!

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No worries, my world is totally normal, for the most part. Hey, we could even have the same one.

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Is it secret magic, then?

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... Yeah, basically. Except here, everything's magic, so I figured it doesn't matter anymore.

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Makes sense.

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... So... you're not too weirded out or anything?

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I wouldn't say so. Like you said, this whole place is strange.