wishfullaboutone

The rain pitter patters against the window. Thunder clangs and booms as it collides headfirst with the limits of the sound barrier. The sky illuminates with a flash of lightening. Yes, the timing would have been perfect for curling up underneath a big window in a comfy chair and reading a good book. If you were anyone other than her. She couldn't settle down. Especially tonight, as she began her escape from this town, her escape from the theater life, and the dictational world surrounding it. She had dreams of this place once, but lately they'd begun to turn into nightmares. So she was on a mission, a mission to create dreams bigger than this

The rain pitter patters against the window. Thunder clangs and booms as it collides headfirst with the limits of the sound barrier. The sky is illuminated with s flash of lightening. Yes, the timing would have been perfect for curling up by a window and reading a good book . It would be perfect for anyone other than her. She wanted more from life. Her dreams were too big to be contained in this town.  She hadbig plans for her life. Dreams to start a new life away from this town, and away from the theater. But when something was all you'd ever known, all you'd ever dreamed of, how could you escape?

 At the park, Finn led them past the swings, and the slide, and the monkey bars where little kids ran around, happy just to be alive. Blaine watched them and wished Kurt would soon again be able to be like that, happy. Blaine wanted that more than anything. Soon, Finn found the right spot, on a grass-covered hill where he sat, facing Kurt. Blaine sat beside Kurt, his arm around his boyfriend's waist. Finn picked up his brother's hands, choosing his words carefully. It was do or die at this point. Kurt's eyes flickered back and forth between the two, questioning, not knowing, curiosity taking over his facial expression. "Kurt. Please. Listen

"It doesn't. Not necessarily. But they think a brain tumor is the most likely of all the options. It fits all the tests." "It'll kill Kurt. Wasn't that how he lost his mom?" Blaine asked. Finn nodded in reply. "So we don't tell him until they know for certain. It's the best option." Finn picked up his head and looked at Blaine. "How is he? Really?" Blaine struggled to find words; Finn waited patiently for an answer. "He's hurting. He can't seem to stop crying. But I think he's more scared than anything at this point. All the uncertainties. He has no clue what to expect." Blaine looked at his watch. "I've gotta run. My dad will be gettin

        "What? Finn what are you talking about?" Kurt couldn't help it, he started crying. For these words were the same ones Burt had used to tell his son about his mother when she "got sick." "Kurt, please don't cry. Oh Kurt. Look, I'm sorry okay? I just thought that straight forward would be the best way." Finn, being a generally awkward person, didn't know how to comfort his brother, so he just shifted nervously in his seat. "What's wrong with him?" "They don't know. He came downstairs and just collapsed. My mom was there. She told me to keep you here, but she went with him. Kurt what can I do?" he was referring to the fact that Kur