Epilogue

Kurt's POV:

"That will be $5.26 please," I said to the customer in a tone that was supposed to be friendly and happy but I was exhausted and starving. I had been working since 8:30 this morning and it was almost 8 at night. I mean who wants coffee at 8 o'clock at night? Oh well, it pays the rent for the crummiest apartment I could find in New York. It was basically 4 walls and a roof. The heater never works and the AC rarely works. The only thing I like about my apartment is how close it is to work, which if you haven't figured it out is a coffee shop.

When I was figuring out my future in high school this was NOT what I had pictured.

You see I used to have a dream. It was a dream that not many kids my age had ever had before. I had dreamed of going to the best college there was for people like me. I love to sing, dance, and act. For me it's an escape. It was somewhere I could go to express myself and not be judged for doing what I love.

My dream was to go to NYADA, for those of you who don't know what that is it's the New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts. I wanted to work on Broadway. I knew I wouldn't start out getting lead roles the first time I auditioned, but that was fine with me. I would still be doing what I love.

I had always dreamed of going to college in the big apple. Not only for the amazing talent that was on Broadway, but also because gay marriage was FINALLY accepted there as well.

Even though I had to admit it I was going right along with the gay man stereotype. I loved fashion, Broadway musicals, singing, dancing, etc. The one and only thing that was different about me was that I wanted a real relationship. Since I have been living in New York I have noticed that all of the gay males in New York wanted one-night stands. They didn't want the complexity of a relationship but I did.

In my opinion, the touch of the fingertips is the sexiest thing. I want the kind of relationship that people dream about. I want to be able to go home and be with the man I love. I want to cuddle on the couch with him while we watch Disney movies. I want to spend HOURS on the phone with him. I want LOVE.

After all that I have been through don't I deserve that? I was the only out and proud gay kid in McKinely High. All throughout high school I was thrown into dumpsters, called extremely hateful names, slammed into lockers, slushied. And all because I was gay. I feel like I deserve love.

But so far love hasn't come my way.

I didn't want to visit a gay bar because like I said earlier, all men that go to places like that want is one-night stands. I was not going to put an ad in the classifieds either because I could get asked out on a date by someone whose wanted for murder.

I know.. I'm a little dramatic but it could happen.

After another 30 minutes I was finally off the clock and I literally ran home. I just wanted to go home and take a nice hot shower and then go to bed.

Blaine's POV:

"Blaine, the pizzas here!" I heard my annoying and loud brother, Cooper yell down the hall.

"Coming. Please don't eat it all!I only got 2 slices last time!" I yelled back at my brother from my room.

"Well if you would hurry up you would get more then just 2 slices. You were always slow getting to the table when we were younger." I just shook my head and walked into the kitchen to where Cooper was already eating his third slice.

"I have short legs. What do you expect?" I said to him while grabbing 4 slices before he could eat it all. Even though Cooper could be annoying he had been my rock my entire life. Ever since I came out to my parents he was the only one from my family that accepted me.

My parents kept saying that its "a phase I will outgrow". My father, if he even deserves that title, and I tried to rebuild an engine one summer after I came out to "try and bond". And when that didn't work he just decided to avoid me at all costs or tried to set me up with his friends' daughters.

All of those so-called efforts from my father just disgusted me. I kept wondering why he couldn't just be proud of me even though I was and still am gay.

There was a great deal of time when my father just ignored me, which was fine with me because why would I want to talk to somebody who didn't like who I was?

When I turned 16 it turned from him ignoring me to slapping me. I kept thinking I deserved that, but there was a part of me that was saying You've done nothing wrong. Your perfect the way you are. You don't deserve this kind of treatment.

After a month of him slapping me, he started to progress to beating me until there were bruises that showed up. Of course the monster that was my father was smart enough to only punch me where my clothes covered the bruises up. That's when I knew it was time to leave and the one person that kept popping up was Cooper. After I told Cooper what was going on he immediately got into big brother mode.

Cooper paid for all of my things to be moved up to New York and since he was already a top New York lawyer by that time he was able to file the paperwork to become my legal guardian.

The day after I moved in I knew it was going to be okay. Cooper enrolled me in school, Dalton Academy of New York. It was an amazing all boys school with a zero bullying policy. Cooper felt like that was the best place for me because not only was my father beating me up for being gay, but the students were too.

You see before I moved in with Cooper I went to a typical close-minded public school. I was called the most horrifying names and beaten up almost every day. Most of the time they left me alone or I avoided them. I was physically and emotionally drained by the time I graduated high school. I had no friends or family.. except Cooper.

After high school I started at NYU and had loved it ever since. Ever since I was little I loved music. I started learning how to play guitar when I was 12. I picked up singing not long after that and even taught myself how to play piano. Ever since I learned how much expression music could carry I knew that's what I wanted to do. I started NYU knowing I wanted to major in music education and open my own music academy.

Another dream I have had for an even longer time was to have a real relationship. Not a one-night stand, but a real cliché relationship. I was and still am a hopeless romantic. I had always wanted to have a candle lit dinner or horse drawn carriage through central park. What I want most of all is just to be loved back.