The day I first met you
You told me you'll never fall in love
It was winter. Snow was falling heavily, threatening to trap people wherever they were at that moment. Kurt knew he had to leave, had no reason to stay in this house.
Because it wasn't his house. It was Liam's, his boyfriend.
And his husband's.
Kurt, fresh from his graduation in hell hole Ohio, braved it up with his friends Rachel and Quinn and tried their luck in New York. Rachel had NYADA to go to, and Quinn NYU. Kurt had none. All that mattered was to get out. Kurt knew it was just a matter of time before he creates his own adventure.
Kurt was by no means the easy to give up type. He sent an appeal to Carmen Tibideaux for a reconsideration, and while waiting he tried his luck with almost anything he had the slightest idea to function on.
One day, he finally gets a call, from none other than Vogue-dot-com
The interview goes well, and to cut the story short, Kurt Hummel finally found his starting point. With his feet about to be planted solidly in New York, he was one step closer to his dreams, and one step farther from the place that should've felt like home, but was in fact driving him away.
Good riddance, Lima. Farewell to the idiotic homophobes who did nothing but ruin my life, and to the incompetent doctors who couldn't save my father's.
Kurt started out as an intern in Vogue. His pleas for a NYADA reconsideration fell on deaf ears, and so he decided to drop his college dreams and focus on fashion instead. One year, two side jobs and zero boyfriends later, Isabelle promotes Kurt as a regular employee. It was through this actual job that Kurt met people, his confidence finally letting itself out, and Kurt knew he had almost everything – dependable friends, a stable job, an amazing boss, really he could not ask for anything more.
If only he didn't feel so lonely and longing for something he doesn't even know how it felt.
Liam also made a name for himself in the industry. He started off as a model for Calvin Klein and used his brains to venture out and start an agency of his own. It is through one of the many photoshoots that Kurt juggles on a daily basis that they met. The attraction was instant, and Kurt realized that once he had a taste of what it felt to be wanted, he never wanted to stop.
It didn't matter that there was a marriage contract hanging in between.
Liam had been married for four months, to his boyfriend of two years. Marriage equality had just been passed in the state and both Liam and his fiancé then had been too eager too early and got married without thinking. Both remain happy nonetheless. But Liam had never been a one-man man, and this marriage was not gonna stop it.
Especially when there's pretty Kurt Hummel willing to take the bait.
Kurt knew it was wrong, so wrong that if he believed in life after death, his father would be yelling at him from where he was. But Kurt had enough, had enough of being good and getting nothing. He spent all those years in McKinley being the good student, and what did it get him? Frozen blueberries in his eyes and his designer outfits stained permanently. Stains were easy to ignore, but not the brokenness it left in his soul.
It was winter. Snow was falling heavily, threatening to trap people wherever they were at that moment. And it was too cold for one unlucky Kurt Hummel, who was trapped in the balcony of his boyfriend's house, half-naked and breathless from running upon hearing a familiar knock on the door.
It was his boyfriend's husband.
Yes, Kurt Hummel knows what he got himself into – a relationship founded on webs of lies and secret getaways. He'd gone far too attached and gone far too deep in the flames of hell he can almost feel his soul burning.
Not that he believed in hell, but still.
So here he is, slowly putting his clothes back on piece by piece as he looks on to the streets below and devises his exit plan. It's not that he's never been in this situation before, but today is winter and it's snowing heavily, and he's one wrong step away towards slipping stories below and to the blazing flames of hell.
He drops by the Starbucks two buildings away from his apartment, with his usual 10pm latte waiting for him. His friend, Quinn, manages the café to keep her hands busy when she's not crying herself to death auditioning on Broadway during mornings. Kurt and Quinn have this unofficial 10pm date – whether he comes from the office or from Liam's – where he picks her up and she closes the café and they come home to the apartment they share with Rachel.
Kurt collects his cup from the bar and finds a seat. The café is almost empty because of the snowfall, save for one occupied table at the corner of the café.
Quinn leaves the counter, since no one was coming in anyway, and joins Kurt at his table.
"I suppose someone arrived an hour too early?" Quinn asks, toying on the tag of the sweater that Kurt didn't realize he wore upside down.
Quinn knows about Liam; heck she knows everything about Kurt – and while she still holds true to her faith and religion – she also knows better than to judge people.
Kurt sighs. "He was too stubborn. I kept on telling him it's too risky and a little late but he didn't believe me.
And that was the story for the most part – Kurt would wait for when Liam will call or text, dropping everything he has for the day for that snippet of time they would be together. Half the time, Liam will run out hurriedly either for work or for his husband, and leave Kurt feeling used and abandoned. But it was better than having none at all.