Hey! So this is just a new idea I'm trying out.
It might just be a one shot, or maybe more, I shall wait for reviews to be certain
Kurt didn't believe in God.
He never really had. His family wasn't all that religious, and after his mom died, he just sort of lost all faith in the world, let alone one grand being controlling it all. He tried to understand it, he tried to allow himself to trust in something he couldn't see, but, the fact of the matter was, he didn't want there to be a god. At least not a God that was like the God everyone told him about. Why would this God, supposedly so caring and loving and forgiving, set his followers to go against everything Kurt stood for, everything Kurt was? Everything he had made him? He couldn't change himself even if he wanted to, so there was no way in imaginary hell that a group of cross wearing, bible clad Jesus-freaks were going to.
He'd been to church, he'd read the bible, he'd even sung a few hymns here and there. But it had all been pointless, only adding to his stubborn atheism. Some giant floating man in the sky wasn't anything even remotely close to realistic, and neither were what he stood for. Happiness, hope, and most of all, love.
Love.
Four letters, one syllable, and yet so stupidly powerful.
Kurt had watched his father's heart break. He'd watched his mother die. He'd watched as countless adults around him got divorced, including Mr. Schue. He'd watched as his peers got together and broke up, making up combinations and stringing along love triangles in patterns that fairly confused him. He'd even watched as he himself fell into a hopeless crush with his now step brother, only to be crushed back down. Whatever small bit of happiness came into their lives, it was destroyed by illness or death or the simple stupidity of human kind. He didn't believe in any of this, he didn't think he ever could.
But then he met Blaine.
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