Life is a Road (I Want to Keep Going)

by Wednesday Thunder

Written for the Kurtbastian BigBang 2012/2013. During the summer before Kurt is off to New York, he finds himself alone in his house while Burt and Carole are in Canada of all places. But a broken windscreen, an unwanted conversation and three phone calls later, Kurt is suddenly sitting in Sebastian Smythe's old (but admittedly well-kept) SAAB, on his way to Ottawa, Canada, via NY

1. Prologue

Title: Life is a Road (I Want to Keep Going)

Artist: hummelsmythes (on LJ)
Fanart link: art/Life-is-a-Road-I-Want-to-Keep-Going-KBB-art-348585769

Word count: 44 400~

Warnings: Mature content

Fanmix:
Theme Song: At the Beginning - Richard Marx and Donna Lewis
Kickass Roadtrip Soundtrack: Highway to Hell - ACDC
Sebastian's Noise: Ashamed - MUSE
Sebastian's Song: Non, je ne regrette rien - Edith Piaf
Night in New York: We are Young - Fun

So. I'll spare you all a butt-arse long A/N right now; expect it at the end of the fic ;)

(this story can also be found on AO3, Livejournal and if you prefer)

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Prologue

He didn't know it, but he was stuck at a railway station. Stuck in the same pattern, in the same spot, never moving forward, unable to go back. He didn't really mind though because he had absolutely everything, according to him. But another would say that he was ignorant of what he was missing.

The world that he had built up around him was neither safe nor sustainable, but he ignored all signs that it was falling apart, and never once did he admit how much he wished for a train to come, to take him away from here. He was desperately waiting, but he was never one to embrace change, even if it was as minor as night turning into day, and he sure was not going to go look for it himself. There would be no looking for a bus or a cab or even an aeroplane that would take him away because he didn't know where he was going, didn't know if he wanted to be going.

What he needed –– now that was a different matter altogether. Another would say that what he needed was a kick in the arse, so that he could get up and fucking walk down beside the railway himself, that he was a lazy little fucktard who needed get into his head that there's always a way. Always a road that led somewhere. He would respond that he could go wherever he wanted if he wanted to, but he didn't, so he wouldn't.

Perhaps, what he really needed and wanted was for someone to walk beside him.