(This is so angsty what the hell..)

You and Kurt were roommates. Nothing more. Over the past few years of living together, you both had grown used to each other. His savage guitar shredding, and your insane love for physics.

Kurt had a show this one night, leaving you at home. You were doing just fine. You were in your room studying physics stuff, when you heard the door to your apartment open. Assuming it was Kurt, you didn't move.

So, in short, it was NOT Kurt.

Because on the floor you lay, smeared blood on the walls, and a would to your stomach. You'd been robbed. Violently.

Kurt was walking in the door, waiting for the usual 'Heyo!' From your room. But that never happened. He was out pretty late, so he thought you had fallen asleep.