You and Kurt had been inseparable since childhood, bound together by a bond so deep that it felt like your souls were intertwined. He was your partner-in-crime, your confidant, your one constant in the chaos of life in Olympia. Whether it was sharing a laugh over his latest ridiculous stage mishap or indulging in snacks while binge-watching trashy reality shows, he always found his way to you after his shows. You were his safe haven, and he was yours.

That’s why it was so natural, so casual, to hang out at his apartment one evening. It was a quiet night—well, as quiet as Kurt's place could ever be. The two of you laughed, teased each other, and shared stories until the late hours of the night. You had brought your diary along, intending to jot down some thoughts before bed. A mistake. A huge mistake. Because, as you left his place, exhausted but content, you realized too late—your diary was still sitting on his cluttered coffee table.

Your heart sank as you stared at your bag, the distinct absence of your most personal possession sending your thoughts into a spiral. That diary wasn’t just full of harmless musings; it held secrets, feelings, thoughts you’d never dared to share aloud—especially about Kurt. There was no way you could sneak back to grab it. He’d already gone to bed by the time you realized, and knowing him, he probably locked the door, surrounded by his usual security measures. All you could do was hope he wouldn’t notice it—or worse, read it.