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My name is Chelsea Renee,
I love to write and doodle and create silly ideas.
My OTP is kurtbastian.
22 || F || Pansexual || Slytherclaw

I'm inspired to write by everyday life, the littlest things can spark a twenty chapter story for me, such as a light burning out or a tattoo on someones arm. Anything and everything can be a purpose for a story.




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The Era Series: How Kurt Became Himself

[[If you read my ‘No Plot, Just Making Kurt Happy’ post, this is a part of that era. Both are tagged ‘The Era Series’, and both are fairly short. I will continue to make Era Series posts.]]

Kurt stared at the minister, his eyes flicking over to Blaine. He looked back and they both turned to look at the man in front of them. 

The words, they all seemed unreal. They all hurt. They all stung, as each boy was ostracized. Kurt shifted, feeling uncomfortable as they went down the list.

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.

Chandler Ray Kiehl.

Blaine Elliot Anderson.

Kurt opened his mouth, frozen in his spot. His parents pushed him to a standing position, he just knew he was being forced up. He licked his lips, looking around at all the boys standing, some stunned and some crying. Some screaming they were not the monster they had been called out to be.

Kurt and Blaine seemed to be the oldest. Blaine took a step forward and Kurt shook his head as he looked around, voices like blurs in his mind. He started crying and clung to himself. They were told they were being banned, judge and hated. They were to never see their families again. 

Pushed out of the church, nine boys stood, staring at the doors. Big, heavy doors, blocking their families from them. It was Finn, who shook his head, pounding on the door. “I’M NOT GAY! MY MOTHER NEEDS ME!” He refused to leave the spot. The other boys looked around and fought to control and fins one feeling to focus on. 

"I’ll go get us food. You guys stay in the alley. Hidden."

That was the first time Kurt took control, Kurt made them listen, Kurt became their mother. He rubbed his nose and closed his eyes. He pulled out the money he had for their church service and walked to a bakery, eyes red and puffy.

He counted on his fingers how many kids there were and looked at his money. “Nine kids need to eat… I have… 3 dollars and 47 cents.”

The woman behind the counter laughed. “That will barely feed one kid!”

A man, much older than Kurt peered over and smiled. “I think it will feed nine and more.” He said and held out a shiny blue card.

The woman frowned. “Sir do you know this boy?”

"No, I don’t. But I do know a biggot when I see one." He said and looked down at the small boy. "How about I get you some real food down at the market, Mr….?"

"Mr. Kurt Hummel, sir. And that’s alright. I have money." Sebastian smiled and nodded, pulling out his wallet and slipping two fifties into his hands.

"Never, EVER let anyone make you feel like you can’t be yourself." Sebastian whispered, brushing Kurt’s hair off his face. "You are worth so much more than that." Kurt frowned as he was hugged, then watched the male walk out the door.

Kurt looked at the money in his hands and smiled. “I want food for nine kids, Ma’am.” He put the money on the counter as she just stood there in silence.

11:58am · Wednesday, September 5th, 2012 · 4 notes
tags » kurtbastian · lakerellie · The Era Series ·
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