it was 1990.

you guys had been friends since highschool, dating since 1988.

when you moved to washington all the way from the netherlands. he was obsessed, from the second he met you.

he always talked about you in interviews, about how he immediately fell in love with you when your teacher introduced you to the class, the slight dutch accent you had back then, and the innocence that sparked in your eyes.

back in highschool, you two quickly grew close. you two were eachothers first everything, it was obvious he didn’t see anyone else.

now, kurt had rehearsal for a show coming up, where hole also was. courtney had taken an open liking to kurt, and was constantly trying to talk to him, though he always mentioned you in conversation, just to make it clear that he had a girlfriend, that he wasn’t interested beyond just a talk.

when courtney kept talking to him during their break, kurt called you over, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he got the chance. “hey, baby, this is courtney.” he says, his tone much more loving and soft when you’re close to him.