Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
A/N: Just a tiny little something that entered my mind and refused to leave without me taking a good look at it.
Better Than Just Bearable
Bearable, life can be like that, but most days right now for Kurt ... it is not.
He is used by now to bearable being the best he can get, surviving ... all he can do.
Until recently he had always still wanted more. But these days ... these days with every push and every shove ... there is less and less he can bring himself to want. 'Nothing left to give.'
And so he gives in to the pushes, in to the shoves.
His body is showing it. Cuts, bruises, scars.
Some days he can hardly make it in and out of his clothes. The cold, hard furniture at school is torture for his beaten body ... every second ticking by too slowly.
And so he gives in to Puck's insane suggestion, he knows, only half-heartedly thrown his way. With no consideration at all for him, not wanting to get Kurt out of harm's way, for a day, an afternoon, no. Wanting to get Kurt out of their way, out of their hair. 'Garbage I am.'
And then he is at Dalton, makes it inside without anyone even looking at him as if he is out of place. 'Maybe people here are too used to belonging,' Kurt thinks with a pang, '... to even consider anyone or anything out of place.'
And then there is a staircase and a boy.
Soft, hazel gaze.
Skin against skin.
Gentle, warm.
And all of a sudden ... 'life is better than just bearable ...' again.