Disclaimer: I don't own nothing but an almost broken laptop.
Next morning, Kurt didn't wake up because of the sound of the rain. It wasn't because of the wind blowing furiously against his window. It wasn't because of the wild storm he was waiting for. No, he woke up with a shiny sunbeam pointing directly at his eyes.
He cursed himself because he left the curtain open last night. Then he remembered why he wasn't able to close it. For god's sake, he barely took his shoes off and curled into his bed. And then he cried himself to sleep.
But… but he didn't feel sad now. He felt angry.
He was mad against Blaine. Blaine, who gave up. Blaine, who broke all the promises he made that unforgettable day on december. Blaine, who swore so many times 'I'm yours, always yours, Kurt'. Blaine, who was supposed to be his forever. 'Fuck'.
Actually, he was even angrier with himself. For not fighting back, for running away. 'Where was all your courage last night, Kurt Hummel?' ... 'Courage. Fuck'.
But mostly, Kurt felt rampageous against the sun. Up there, shining happily. Where was the storm? He felt like there was a storm inside his chest, so where was it? He needed the rain, the wind, the electricity. But instead, the sun was shining through his eyes, warming his face. Like it was mocking him, laughing at his pain. It felt like a personal offence.
He stood up, closed the curtain, and rolled up to the bed again. And as his head hit the pillow, he let out a sob.
Sorry about the quality, I haven't slept for days and I have listened to don't speak 87 times since monday night.