Kurt was bored as hell. He didn’t have anything to do, anybody to hang out with (you were his girlfriend, but had college), and he never got around to actually getting a job.

He would stay at home, and play his guitar. He missed people so much, it was insane. He would only ever be inspired to play with certain people.

When he had the inspiration, was when his mind was at work. He could never think of anything but You, you, you. So, as he went through the 5 stages of desperation, he found a force of work.

His eyes lit up with amazement. He knew you were a huge Beatles fan, hell, you had Paul McCartney posters in your dorm. So he got to work.

A few days later, you came home early due to a cancelled class. You walked in the door, expecting to see Kurt asleep of the couch. But..he was in his room. Strumming away on his acoustic. And he sang with such…admiration. And love. His voice was sliky and full of love.

”And I love her…”