Oh baby. Oh man. He loved you so much that he even thought it was too much. But he would never stop loving you. No matter what.

But behind all of the cute faces and compliments that he gave you, you were struggling. Really bad. And you were never able to tell him about it. He would freak out.

He loved you no matter the circumstances and would never let up on his feelings. He knew that everyone had problems, but he never knew yours were that severe.

You weren't on drugs. You were tired. You were starting to fall apart slowly, and it was driving you crazy. Making you mad. But it's fine. You had kurt.

As long as you were next to him, it was okay. Just the two of you.

You two were laying down and cuddling in his bed when he noticed something off. You were tense. But he kept talking to you and even singing to you softly.

"You're my, my, my, my kind of woman.." He sang to you. It helped with the problems. Just a little bit. You felt bad for not telling him. But he loved you. So it wouldn't matter, right?