Chapter 1: shattered glass

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San Francisco rain was not something to be taken lightly. When it rained, it was heavy, and getting caught outside in it would result in nearly instant pneumonia. Most people would take shelter in their homes, bundled up in a few cozy blankets, Netflix playing and a glass of their own personal poison in hand. Typically, this is how Kurt Hummel would spend his rainy days too.

But today wasn't one of those typical days.

Because typically at this time, Kurt would be home in flannel pajama bottoms and an oversized sweatshirt, tucked into the arms of his longtime boyfriend Elliot. They would be sharing the stories of their respective days and being the other's therapist. After the bitch session about this person's co-worker or the other's horrible commute, they would enjoy an amazing dinner they would prepare together, then cozy up in bed watching some sci-fi or periodical tv show Elliot had discovered until they fell asleep. That was a typical day for Kurt Hummel.

Not so typical, is standing outside the apartment complex he and Elliot had lived in together for the last seven months, getting drenched by the rain, with red rimmed eyes.

"Kurt, I am so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen. I swear it was a one time thing." Elliot said for what seemed to be the twentieth time in the last, who knows how long they had been standing out here.

Kurt continued to look at the man. That's all his brain was allowing him to do while it replayed the scene he had just witnessed over and over again. Kurt, having prepared for a typical quiet night, walked into his home with a bottle of rosé and a story to share with his boyfriend. Only, the bottle of rosé ended up shattered on the hardwood floor the second his eyes landed on his boyfriend receiving a blowjob from a mutual friend of theirs. It felt like the scene was on a constant loop in his mind. Over and over he saw the look of pure ecstasy on Elliot's face as Paul bobbed back and forth on his boyfriend's dick. And the look that Elliot got when he realized he had been caught. That wide eyed "oh shit" look that instantly meant someone had fucked up. Then he saw the shattered glass all over the floor surrounded by a bottle of pink liquid. As he stood in the rain, he noticed the similarity of the puddles of rain that surrounded him. Only, the thing shattered on
the floor here was his heart.

"Kurt," Elliot started. His normally curly blond hair sat flat against his head from the rain. "Please say something."

Kurt looked into Elliots sea-foam green eyes—the same eyes he once found so dreamy and comforting—and took in the sadness they held. Elliot's eyes were begging to be forgiven and Kurt could see that very clearly, even though his vision was blurred at the moment.

"Y-you," Was all that Kurt could get out before his voice cracked. His throat was tight from trying to restrain his tears. "You and Paul?"

Elliot shook his head furiously. "No, Kurt, me and Paul are nothing! He came over to pick up some documents for work and—"

"And what? He just reached for the papers and accidentally landed on his knees with your dick in his mouth?" Kurt interrupted.

Maybe Elliot wasn't aware of how angry Kurt could get, based on his recoil at Kurt's statement he didn't realize what Kurt was capable of. "Kurt, please."

Kurt shook his head and used his sleeve to wipe his eyes. At this point he didn't know how much of the water on his face was from the rain and how much was his own tears. It didn't truly matter at this point, either way his face was drenched (as were his clothes), he was freezing, and his boyfriend had just cheated on him.

The two men stared back and forth at each other waiting to see who would make the first move. At this moment, Kurt didn't know what he was supposed to do. His whole life was here in San Francisco, with Elliot. They had met a few years back when Kurt was still living in New York with his high school best friend Rachel, and his step brother Finn. He and Elliot went on a few dates, which turned into a lot of dates, which turned into overnight stays at each other's places, holidays with the families—it was everything Kurt had ever dreamed a relationship could be. And then when Elliot got a job opportunity in San Francisco, Kurt decided that he wanted to make things work. Long distance wasn't something they had ever thought would work (though now Kurt was curious if it might have changed this situation at all) and so Kurt uprooted his life to follow a man.

He regretted it now.

"I," Kurt said and looked from the ground back to Elliot. "I am going to go upstairs and grab a few things. And then uhm, I am going to go." He started to walk around the man in front of him.

Elliot reaches out and grabbed Kurt's arm to stop him. "Kurt please, can we just talk about this?"

Kurt shook his head, but didn't make eye contact. He took another step forward, and anticipated Elliot's grab to strengthen to stop him, but when it didn't he knew everything was over.
It was the quickest Kurt had ever packed a bag. He bypassed all the things he could grab at a convenience store and just grabbed his essentials. Once he had a few outfits, randomly thrown together into a duffle bag, and his work stuff. He unhooked the key to the apartment from his keyring and left it on the table. He walked out of the apartment and was met with Elliot standing in the hallway dripping onto the carpet.

Kurt really wished that he felt strong enough to make some grand, snarky goodbye to the man he had loved up until thirty minutes ago. But in that moment all he could do was look down and walk past him.

Once he was outside and the rain was washing over him again, he knew there were more tears on his face than rain. As he fumbled to pull his phone out of his pocket and pressed call he knew he was boarding hysterical crying.

"Hello?" A familiar deep, raspy voice answered.

"Hey," he choked out. "I know it's late. I hope I didn't wake you."

"No it's okay. What's going on? You okay?"

Kurt inhaled and once he let it out a sob escaped with it. "Daddy, I need to come home."


Notes:

So let me preface this by saying, I know that before his death, there was a lot of information that came out about Mark Salling, and I do not in anyway condone or accept any of the things he did. However, I am able to separate Mark from the character Noah Puckerman, and hopefully you can as well. So please don't think I approve of any of the things he did.
Now just a little knowledge: In this fic Kurt and Rachel did move to New York like they did in the show, Kurt and Blaine dated and broke up for good in season 4, and Finn did not die. So basically season 5 and 6 didn't happen. I know this is basically rewriting a lot of the final seasons of the show but it's fine, that's what the fanfic vers is for right?

Thanks for reading. Comments are much appreciated. I'll update very soon,
xo