Kurt Hummel

I'm eighteen years old, and a freshman at the University of Texas. I'm studying Theatre & Dance.

[fabsmythe-deactivated20200325]

This year is going to be quite interesting;

[fabsmythe-deactivated20200325]

Hey Hummel, haven’t seen you around How was your summer, where’d you disappear too?

[utkurthummel]

Oh, you know. The usual. Looked after Dad, got myself a hot boyfriend.

[fabsmythe-deactivated20200325]

This year is going to be quite interesting;

I don’t know if I’m going to enjoy the faerie dust being spread around my room but I can defiantly tell you I appreciate the time by myself.

[utkurthummel]

You have faerie dust in your room? There's probably a very politically incorrect joke to make there.

[cowboy-puck]

Great...

Can’t tell if this is better or worse than my last room assignment. At least I can sleep for a few days straight before classes begin.

[utkurthummel]

Puck! Hey, stranger. What's wrong with your room assignment?

[utkurthummel]

Sassy || Journal Entry

Summer, 2014.

So, my summer. Jeez, where to begin? When I left Austin, I wasn’t really looking forward to my summer. I was glad finals were over, but that was pretty much it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my dad and I always want to spend time with him. But I pretty much resigned myself to looking after him, making sure he was eating properly, and being in bed before midnight.

That lasted maybe a week, before Dad threw me out and told me to have fun. Thankfully, none of my old “friends” from high school were around. Or at least, none of them frequented the few gay bars of Amarillo, which isn’t a surprise. Sassy was my main haunt for the summer, and that’s where I met him.

Josh Dabney. Cute, blonde, and a total jock. We met at Sassy and it took me about an hour to realize that he was flirting with me. We met at the bar roughly every other night for most of the summer, and he confided in me that he remembered me. He remembered the bullying I endured through high school, how the teachers did nothing to help, and how he wished he’d had the guts to stand up and be out and proud, as I was. A few drinks later, he admitted he felt guilty talking to me because I was bullied and he lived a comfortable life on the football team. So I kissed him to shut him up.

Naturally, Dad figured it out pretty quickly. I wasn’t arguing when he kicked me out of the house, so he knew I had a reason to actually leave. So we had a dinner, where I officially brought home my first guy for Dad to judge, and I’m happy to say that Josh passed with flying colors. It was after dinner that we became boyfriends. I’m sure I sound like a thirteen year old girl, but whatever. He’s my first real boyfriend, and he’s really sweet, and he has an amazing body. So if I sound like a thirteen year old girl, then fine. At least I’m happy. Once I’m back in Austin and Josh is starting his Freshman year there, I’ll be even happier.

[utkurthummel]

texts ✉ Puckurt

Puck: u still typing props so prolly not haha. u having fun at that party?

Puck: ur at party right? not drinkins alone?

Kurt: Yeah, probably.

Kurt: Yeah, I'm at the party. wait, where are you?

[fabsmythe-deactivated20200325]

I knew that though. Might want to be careful Kurt, I might think you’re flirting.

[utkurthummel]

Yes...yes. That's what I'm trying to do, but I don't think I'm very good at it.

[utkurthummel]

texts ✉ Puckurt

Puck: woah ur drunk too?

Kurt: N...no. I don't know. yes.

[utkurthummel]

texts ✉ Puckurt

Puck: did u kno long island iced tea has like shitloads of booze in it??

Kurt: i tink thats why i'm a lttle drunk.

[fabsmythe-deactivated20200325]

What fun would that be? You look stunning.

[utkurthummel]

Noooo, I'm pretty. You're stunning. You're like, one of the best looking guys here. And I mean here like...Texas, here. Not this room, here.

[fabsmythe-deactivated20200325]

Woah! Somebody’s out of their room for once.

[utkurthummel]

Can't play with the pretty people in my room! Well...I guess I can play with myself. I'm pretty, right?

[fabsmythe-deactivated20200325]

Come on over.

[utkurthummel]

Hey, gorgeous!

[utkurthummel]

It's okay, people! The party can now officially begin, because Kurt Hummel is in the house!

[utkurthummel]

text -- Hummelberry

Rachel: I miss you!Can we please hang out before we all go home or whatever for the summer?

Kurt: I miss you too! Yes we can, absolutely!

[ryderfromtheburgh]

Finally getting a break from my noise-canceling headphones.

[ryderfromtheburgh]

Fake straight is only insulting if you think it’s a bad thing. Do you think it’s a bad thing? 

[utkurthummel]

Yes, I do. I think if the wrong person heard you say something like that, who knows what kind of consequences it could have. But no matter what, this guy's sexuality isn't something you need to be commenting on at all.

[utkurthummel]

Texts || Kurtty

Kitty: Perfect. That'd be great.

Kurt: This'll be fun!

[utkurthummel]

private messaging ✎ xander & k

Puck: laughed at the response. "You're very pro flirt. A+. I just.. Not sure what I want from you yet, heh. Great, so send me some stuff on what you think's going to be on the test or what you're so not getting and I'll go over it with you. With me helping you out, your teacher's going to think you cheated." He grinned, typing back quickly, "Of course I want to. I wanted to last time too. Sucks about the mix up and then me getting called into work..." Puck hoped by then, he'd have an answer from Kitty. So that he'd either be meeting KH as friends, or maybe as someone... Puck shook his head, it didn't matter since KH had no idea how he really looked. "I can drive back up to Austin again that weekend after finals?"

Kurt: “Oh hey, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot or anything, I was just having some fun,” Kurt typed, silently cursing himself for taking his flirting too far. He didn’t want to chase Xander away, not when his online friend was one of the few actual friends he had. He sighed to himself, and promised he wouldn’t drive him away. “Thanks again, I’ll send you everything I’ve got,” Kurt replied. “It’s fine, forget about the mix-up, seriously. It happens. I can make it back to Austin during the summer, if that helps. Or we can meet somewhere else?”

[cowboy-puck]

I made that test my bitch!

[cowboy-puck]

I’m all class.

[utkurthummel]

Well, obviously.