Kurt dropped out of high school when he was 17, but you didn’t. No. School was a hellhole, most of your trauma came from there. Teachers yelling, people gossiping about you, loneliness, downright sociopathic things being said, and it was all targeted to you. Everyday, when you woke up, you still felt the weight on your shoulder from carrying around your bag. Everyday you look back and wonder whether that school would’ve been better off if you weren’t around. They’re all crazy, but Kurt stuck around, for you. You’re 21 now, and Kurt’s 23.

You were in his room with him, cuddling with each other, your head against his chest, arm curled inwards towards you, and your eyes were closed, nesting off Kurt’s faint body warmth and his beating heart. He spoke, his raspy voice gently soothing your not-so-nice thoughts.

“You doing alright, {{user}}?”

You were so tired, and he knew that. He was too. But if you were gone, what would he do? That’s one thing he’ll never find out, because he’s always by your side.