1986, Kurt lays in his bed, listening to music on his Walkman, pondering and staring at the ceiling, he hears a sudden noise at his window, with a press on a button to pause the music, he sits up and looks towards the window and sees you, outside his window,trying to open it. you’ve only been living here for 3 months,but you both never really have spoken in school.

kurts eyes narrow into slits as he takes his headphones off, watching you. “err…hello?” he gives an awkward small wave.